"Haydn, Symphony No. 8—Night!"
Hearing Banner's voice, Karen was stunned for a moment. All his teammates looked over. Karen hesitated, gritted his teeth and waved.
Just do it!
All teammates were startled and quickly obeyed the order.
In an instant, the tune of the same frequency sounded from the hands of all students, and the carefully adjusted and matched instruments sounded to the same rhythm.
The ether fluctuations echo each other and are organically connected into a whole. Although there are no master controllers, causing occasional local flaws, it stays at one frequency stably.
The breathing of all the synchronizers became rapid, their foreheads were wet, and sweat was visible. The pressure still came.
The manticore roared and stood in front of Ye Qingxuan to prevent them from interfering.
Banner's palm slowly released from his face and pressed down in front of him. The ring on his fingertip reflected a gleam of light. The soft sound spread from the fingertips, and then, a sonorous and sharp melody suddenly emerged from the silence.
In an instant, all the musical instruments resonated, creating a grand resonance.
It was like nine ripples suddenly rose up in the water at the same time, overlapping and merging with each other, setting off a wave of turbulence.
The skylight dimmed in the blink of an eye, and the sunlight seemed to dissipate quickly on the arena where the melody spread.
Immediately afterwards, a fountain of darkness surged.
A huge amount of ether responded to the call, blended into the darkness, turned into a curtain, and blocked all light.
"Hey, hey, how much hatred and resentment is this..." Xia Er wisely picked up Bai Xi and hugged Lao Fei and huddled next to the stool brother: "Zi Zi, you are taunting too much."
At the front, Ye Qingxuan turned a deaf ear.
At this moment, the entire arena was completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.
Only the grand resonance and melody echo. In the gradual melody, the stars in the sky light up and there is moonlight.
The stars were too far away, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass, blurry.
If it cannot resonate with the world, it will not be able to rely on external power, and it will never be able to evolve a real starry sky.
But this darkness is scary enough.
Because the night comes.
Symphony No. 8·First Movement!
This is the "Eighth Symphony" composed by the former saint Haydn. It is named "Night", and its power represents the arrival of the dark night of animal nature.
If humans live under the sun, then late at night represents the time of beasts. If Banner's power is strong enough for heaven to sense and call out that round of moonlight, then the shadow of the beast tide will evolve in the darkness at this moment, and the aftermath will be enough to completely destroy the Leshi system.
But in this dark night, the manticore's body on the center line suddenly shook and let out a hoarse roar.
It seems like pain, it seems like joy.
Bones grew in the darkness, and the crisp sound of skin breaking was heard. The manticore's body trembled and vibrated violently, but its body grew larger and larger.
In the darkness, its bestiality grows. The seeds of madness hidden under the etheric body are growing crazily, sprouting, and evolving towards the ultimate form.
On its back, where the vertebrae joints were, a hole as big as a fist suddenly opened, like a whale's breathing hole, followed by a second, third, and fourth...
At the moment when the transformation was completed, blazing flames spurted out from the cracked hole, like the violent temperature distorting the air, like fuzzy and weird wings.
The manticore has expanded several times, its key parts are covered by snake scales, and the poisonous needle on its tail oozes dark green juice...
In its extreme state, it is a terrifying monster known as the Beast of Evil. The king of demons is covered in snake scales and has six pairs of flame wings on his back. He breathes flames like a dragon, but carries the majesty of a lion.
And now, it has begun to take shape.
Not only it, but the remaining phantom beasts on the field also transformed rapidly as a matter of course, and were promoted to a higher level in an instant. They were ferocious and terrifying, exuding the iron smell of rotten steel. Wherever the pungent smell passed, even the grass withered, eroded by the almost demonic smell.
In the dark night, five phantom beasts excitedly tore up the ground beneath their feet with their sharp claws, raised their heads, and let out long animalistic roars.
The roar was filled with madness and hunger.
The shocked person turned pale.
In fact, it was not until Banner performed the Eighth Symphony that the freshmen in the stands understood why their teacher had repeatedly ordered them to be cautious about their relationship with the Summoning Academy.
The group of people who control the beasts can transform into monsters more terrifying than the beasts at any time.
In the stands, it was seen that Ye Qingxuan and the others were about to be annihilated, but Yingmar, who had always been quite unhappy watching them, did not feel any gloating at all.
He just pursed his thin lips tightly and frowned deeply.
Not a word was spoken.
"It seems a little out of control."
The principal frowned worriedly. Sidney was stunned for a moment and coughed twice, "Well, the spiritual guidance for summoning musicians needs to be strengthened..."
"Is it my fault?"
Ludwig curled his lips disdainfully: "Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Banner is from the Royal School, okay? Our Summoning Academy will not bear this blame!"
"Should we stop the game?" someone asked.
The principal was silent for a long time and shook his head slightly: "The game continues. I believe this is just a small episode."
From the principal's point of view, this may be just an episode.
But the question is...whose episode is this
…
"Ye Qingxuan!"
On the field, Banner rubbed his teeth and chewed on the name. The green pupil of the right eye released a faint light, staring at the white-haired kid who was not ready to retreat.
He was still standing directly in front of Banner, motionless.
"—It seems that you don't know whether to live or die!"
The body of the white-haired boy stiffened for a moment, and then he helplessly spread his hands, as if smiling bitterly, his laughter was vague and hoarse.
It was like being dragged to play by a child, so he opened his arms like a patient big brother:
What are you waiting for
Come play, I'll accompany you.
This arrogant attitude caught Banner's eyes, causing his fingers to tremble. He clenched his teeth tightly, making a crunching sound, as if he was about to crush something.
The two most disgusting figures seemed to overlap at this moment.
It makes people want to tear it apart!
"That little Oriental brat is going to suffer."
In the stands, Ludwig laughed softly, "Is this kind of thing a talent? Without saying a word, a musician from the Royal School was so angry that he went crazy. It's so interesting... Sanity was reduced by 30%, and destructive power increased by 40%. become more than one enemy. Isn’t this probably a wish for a quick death?”
Indeed, as Ludwig said.
Banner was already in a rage. He opened his mouth and screamed. The old manticore's face suddenly changed, and a hint of Banner's anger emerged.
Amidst the crazy roar, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to speak, and his voice was distorted by the roar. He could vaguely hear that he was trying to persuade Banner to calm down.
But the originally calm words have now turned into the last spark that ignited the straw pile.
Anger breaks out.
The manticore roared and roared, and the voice was like an order, forcibly recruiting nearby fantasy beasts to obey its orders, abandoning its original strength and pounced on the lonely young man in front of it.
In an instant, the whole place was suffocated.
In the next moment, the young man will be swallowed up by the phantom beast.
But at that moment, someone vaguely saw the white-haired boy shaking his head helplessly and taking something out of his pocket.
It was a paper bag, a small tinfoil bag.
Bang!
As the flames burned in his hands, the small paper bag suddenly expanded and exploded. The gray-black powder inside melted into the flames and burned instantly under the power of the accelerant. Not even ashes were left.
Immediately afterwards, a heavy white mist like a blowout left from between the boy's closed hands, like a waterfall.
The thick white smoke danced in the air, flowed to the young man's feet in an instant, extended in all directions, quickly diluted, spread, and rose.
Until the end, the entire figure was shrouded in vague mist.
In the mist, a pair of gloves had been put on the young man's hands at some point. The iron gloves were like a knight's gauntlets and were wrapped up to his elbows. As the hand tightened and the fingers collided, sparks shot out from the friction.
Immediately afterwards, the smoke surged, and the fastest iron rock ice snake rushed into it.
Bang!
At that moment, the young man who had been prepared took a step back and raised his arm. The iron scales of the ice snake rubbed against his arm, and the thorns slipped out with a bright flash of fire.
Then the young man reached out and suddenly grabbed the rock snake's body.
All the students from the Summoning Faction couldn't help but take a breath of cold air: the scales of the Iron Rock Ice Snake are as sharp as blades. If you touch them rashly, it will trigger its furious instinct and wrap up and strangle.
Even a solid steel column would be turned into a pile of twisted iron pieces by the entanglement of a thousand cuts, let alone an arm with only one armor
The next moment, everyone's eyes went straight: for some reason, the Iron Rock Ice Snake's movements froze.
That hand pinched the ice snake's seven inches, followed by a series of loud bangs, and a roar burst out between the five fingers of that hand, which was the thunder concentrated in the palm.
The thunder was so violent that the gauntlet was completely scrapped, and the scales of the ice snake were scattered, making the snake's spine move and making it difficult to exert force.
It’s a textbook animal training technique!
The ice snake instantly became paralyzed, and was swung out like a soft whip in the young man's hand. After screaming through the air, it wrapped around the shadow leopard rushing from behind.
"No!!"
You could vaguely hear the exclamations coming from the distance, but the young man kept moving, suddenly pulling, and stepping on the ice snake's tail with his soles.
collapse!
The sharp sound of friction of iron pieces sounded, and in an instant, under the stimulation of instinct, all the scales of the ice snake stood up suddenly, like a popping blade.
As the boy pulled, the "snake whip" with the blade tightened, and the shadow leopard hissed, blood bursting out, but for some reason, it couldn't even make a sound and collapsed on the ground.
Moreover, he didn’t even resist? It’s just like a fake!
In an instant, the two phantom beasts were defeated one after another in his hands, their fleshy feet like poultry waiting to be slaughtered. Immediately afterwards, the young man raised his palm swayingly, and the ring on his fingertips shimmered. As the melody plays, flames spurt out.
The formula of the school of change—the fire of soul burial.
It was a flame that erupted in an instant and was extinguished in an instant, but the temperature was strong enough to bury the enemy's body and soul together.
Above the young man's head, a "fog ghost" silently entangled itself, and was swept away by the jet of fire. It screamed and trembled, and half of its body was evaporated. It screamed and jumped back, and wandered all over the ground in chaos.
In the thick smoke, the boy's erratic figure flashed and disappeared, so that people farther away could not see what happened.
There was just a cloud of smoke.