In the darkness, the young man closed his eyes and sensed.
While exploring the thought thread, he could feel the figure behind the corner two hundred meters away.
He is guarding in front of a certain entrance in the sewer, carrying etheric fluctuations in his body, and is a musician.
Even in the depths of the Shadow of Avalon, it is still possible to communicate with the ether. Even among third-level musicians, he is an elite leader. And according to the induction of the mind line, the opponent was obviously equipped with various kinds of equipment for this situation, and there were at least three pieces of that level of chaotic ether fluctuations.
The possibility of being a black musician cannot be ruled out.
There was no one else around, and only the entrance behind showed signs of being opened. He should be the one who stayed here to guard the entrance, so he must have equipment that sent out alarm signals on him, just in case.
The thread of thought was attached to the dust and stretched forward quietly. Ye Qingxuan could sense him and the dense traps and alarm devices around him.
Obviously, the surrounding area has been prepared for battle, and he will sense the slightest disturbance. It's definitely a troublesome job to do a sneak attack.
However, a frontal attack has never been effective. Once the opponent is given a gap to sound the alarm, support from inside will come quickly.
To fight alone against a group of black musicians whose ranks are generally higher than mine...
Ye Qingxuan would feel terrible just thinking about the result.
Then, we have to find another way.
Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment and suddenly showed a smile.
"Let me take a look..."
He unfolded the Nine Heavens Ring and lowered his eyes: "How much of a psychological shadow has the Shadow of Avalon left on you?"
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In the darkness, Herbers sat on the ground, holding the deer-shou harp in his arms, closing his eyes and meditating.
He seemed to be unintentionally playing with the deer-headed harp in his arms, but there was no sound at all. Just under his body, the seeds that were sprinkled were sprouting rapidly, taking root in the rocks, taking root, and then sprouting. The veins proliferate in all directions along the stone slabs and walls.
Those tiny vines are all alien species that he carefully cultivated. They may seem inconspicuous, but they carry paralyzing poison. It only takes a moment to paralyze a deformed mammoth and paralyze it to the ground.
This was his most famous method. With the training methods and music he obtained from the ancient scrolls of his family, he successively killed many musicians and took away their research materials and inheritance.
Because of this, he was able to advance from a rootless folk musician to where he is today.
It was only when he finally gathered enough materials and advanced to become an official musician that he realized that there was no way to improve further. The miscellaneous music theory he had learned turned into a stumbling block, making it difficult for him to make progress as a musician.
That's why he accepted the invitation of the House of Representatives and traveled thousands of miles to participate in this dangerous exploration, hoping to find precious advanced books and methods from the Royal Orchestra's residence.
However, after arriving here, he realized that the situation was not as good as he imagined.
This damn ghost place doesn't look like the capital of Angel. Instead, it's more evil than the legendary forbidden places in the dark world. What exactly is in the "scepter" left by King Arthur, and how could it catalyze the creation of such a group of things even weirder than monsters
besides…
His skin couldn't help but stir up a layer of trembling goosebumps, and he was sweating: and that damn monster on the horse. Is King Arthur so crazy that he turned all his knights into monsters? !
Just one sword, one sword...
The six layers of defense were split open, and a black musician who was famous for his defense and toughness was shattered into pieces. The sword risk almost cut him into two pieces.
If the leader of the band had not used a secret method to confuse his mind and give him a chance to escape, the entire army would have been wiped out.
The teammate who invited him to join died tragically in the erosion as soon as he entered the city gate. He didn't even dare to get close and could only watch him wailing from a distance.
At this point, he no longer prays for any books or rituals, he just wants to be able to leave this ghost place safely.
Therefore, he chose a relatively safe escape. If something went wrong, he could call for support, or if the inside was compromised, he could escape quickly.
An hour had passed now, and his original tension and fear had relaxed, but he still did not dare to let down his guard. He kept sowing his own grass seeds around, ready to fight at any time.
However, there was always a doubt in his mind that he did not dare to face:
—Is this really useful in the face of that kind of monster
In the darkness, someone seemed to be laughing.
In an instant, Herbers jumped up from the ground in horror, holding the alarm: "Who is there?!"
No one responded.
He looked around over and over again, preparing for the attack, but after a long time he only heard the sound of the dark wind blowing from the cracks. The sound seemed to be singing something with a chuckle, surrounding him, making him feel even more gloomy.
It's the wind.
It's just the wind.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and his slightly trembling fingertips finally calmed down, but soon, he heard the faint sound coming from the sneering wind.
The sound of the wind came from far away, carrying the aura of disaster.
That sound...that sound...is the sound of a war horse neighing? !
The sound of horse hooves sounded from a distance, hitting Hebbs's heart - it was the sound of horse hooves, yes, it was the sound of horse hooves!
The sound of the horse's hooves was like thunder, beating the earth, shaking it, causing dust to fly, and even the poisonous ivy wrapped around it curled up faintly.
The iron hooves hit the blue bricks, and they were very close in an instant. If there was any real frantic coercion, it swept over like a tide, rushing into his limbs and bones, like solidified cement, making him unable to move.
At that moment, Herbers almost choked: Is that it? It's it... it's that damn monster!
boom!
Just in front of him, the wall at the end of the corridor shattered, bricks and stones flew into the air, and a fountain of darkness poured in.
Just in the darkness, the headless giant horse neighed. On the horse's back, the fallen demon knight pulled out his long sword and raised it high. The extremely heavy sword trembled, cutting through the wind and making a dragon-like roar.
—Passeyville! ! !
For a moment, Herbers subconsciously pressed the alarm device in his hand, but the alarm device seemed to be broken, and he could not press it no matter how hard he pressed it.
according to! according to! according to! according to! according to…
No matter how much I press it, there is no fucking response!
Herbers screamed, threw away the alarm device, held the deer-shou harp tightly, and strummed it with all his strength. In an instant, the sleeping deer head opened his eyes, and his eyes glowed with a strange green light.
It opened its mouth and neighed, emitting a hoarse melody. The poison ivy rooted in the rock instantly ejected and entangled towards Parcival.
But Parcival suddenly turned into mist, rushed through the vines and then condensed again. The dragon-scale sword in his hand roared and slashed down!
It’s over…
In an instant, Herbers's eyes went dark.
boom!
It was like being hit in the chest by a battering ram. He flew high into the air and was smashed into the wall. Severe pain spread from his chest to his limbs.
At least four ribs were broken, his internal organs were bruised, his brain was dizzy, and his etheric sense was completely lost.
But... why didn't he die
"I'm not dead?"
His eyes widened in astonishment and he murmured in pain.
Right before his eyes, the frantic black knight suddenly collapsed and turned into black mist and disappeared without a trace. Only a dark figure was left standing in front of him, holding his cane and looking at him coldly.
In his left hand, the five fingers moved dexterously, and the alarm that he could not press no matter what had been torn into pieces.
It fell all over the floor.
"Good evening, sir."
Ye Qingxuan put his cane on his throat, raised his chin, and asked him to look at him: "The moonlight is pretty tonight, it's a suitable time to chat, what do you think?"
Under the black top hat, a cold smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth:
"—I believe you will tell me everything."
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At the beginning, it was "Unreal Sun".
Relying on Herbers's fear of Parcival, Ye Qingxuan just imitated a horse's neigh, causing him to be confused, and successfully led him to imagine the non-existent black knight.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan endured the load again, and while Hebers was in chaos, he entangled his mind threads and forcibly controlled his fingers with Black Friday, making it impossible to press the alarm device.
Fortunately, Herbers was already panicking. If he was really determined to sound the alarm even at the expense of himself, and spent a few seconds to forcefully activate the alarm, Ye Qingxuan might not be able to win so easily.
After all, illusions can't kill people.
In the end, it was the "Sigh" arm armor that made the most impact, breaking all his defenses with one punch and smashing him into the wall.
In just half a minute, Ye Qingxuan used all his tricks to forcefully control Hebers. Fortunately, the pair of shoes made by his senior brother had thick rubber soles, and the poison ivy had not only penetrated the dress, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would have been paralyzed on the ground, ready to be slaughtered.
It's a pity that this guy only has a few bags of grass seeds except for the deer-headed harp that requires special skills to play.
However, there were two rings with shield and knockback effects, so Ye Qingxuan accepted them without hesitation.
After asking a few questions, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneered:
"As expected, they are from the parliament... How many people are here in total? What are their ranks?"
After experiencing the severe pain of Black Friday, Herbers simply succumbed: "Ten, fourteen. Five people are dead, and there are nine left. Besides me, there are eight people, two One is at the resonance level, and the leader is at the interference level... "
"How did you get in?"
"The Shadow of Avalon is about to awaken. There is a priest among us who can use the divine power to open the passage..."
"And then come in and die?"
Ye Qingxuan sneered, "How do you plan to get out?"
"I don't know. All methods of entry and exit are in the hands of the leader." Herbers shook his head bitterly: "If I had known the method of exit, I would have run away long ago."
"What do you want to do in the Royal Orchestra?"