There was silence in the mist, no one responded.
Naberis seemed to have heard the boy's dirty words and spread his hands with increasing joy: "It seems that you have no way to escape? Why are you still obsessed with your own prejudices? Why don't we work together towards a better future? The future? Come on, let me play a waltz for you, and let us dance in this melody!"
In his hands, the instrument that beat like a heart gradually expanded and twisted, turning into a French horn-like appearance. He held the strange musical instrument in his hand and declared passionately:
"Please enjoy the music below, brought to you by Naberis. - "The Bloody Danube"!"
In the silence, the dark wind suddenly blew. The French horn was blown with all the strength, and the sound of the horn sounded. It was soft at first, with a trace of scarlet breath spreading in all directions.
In the soft and strange melody, like the whisper of a dead soul. The horn sound suddenly shook and rose, and then, a melodious melody like a river sounded from the void.
It was the excitement of notes. Countless notes overlapped and burst out, turning into an elegant and gentle melody.
This is a piece of music that requires dozens of musicians to play in unison, but now, relying on the power given to him by the Hundred-Eyed One, he is like having hundreds of hands and hundreds of fingers, playing that melodious melody with distinct layers, which makes People can't help but want to walk into it and dance to the melody.
But this melody is extremely eerie at the moment, like skeletons embracing, dancing, and embracing death in the tomb.
This is no longer the original resonance-level movement, but a dark melody transformed by a black musician.
At the ceremony, witches and believers will embrace and make love with each other in this melody, dance wildly while holding the bones, and dedicate everything they have to the great Holy God.
In this soaring melody, the fog that always filled the surroundings was forcibly driven away, and then, a bloody river meandered from the void.
That is not a bloody road, but a Danube River full of bones and stained with blood by death and corpses! Everything covered by the river is isolated from the outside world, and this place has turned into an abyss demonic land!
That melody seduces the minds of all living creatures, plunders their will, and forcibly drags all souls into the realm of darkness.
And in the midst of the melody, the river of blood boiled, and countless illusory figures walked out of it, dancing to the melody.
Naberis bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and a palm with a white lace glove stretched out from the bloody Danube and placed it on his hand.
As he retreated, the figure of the girl wearing a pure white wedding dress was drawn out of the blood river. Her posture was enchanting and pure, like a girl attending a wedding.
But the girl was clearly a rotting skeleton, and even wearing a wreath of withered flowers on her head could not restore youth to her ugly face.
With a clearly happy and weird smile, she threw herself into Naberish's arms, held his hand, and danced with him.
This is the spirituality contained in this movement, the soul of the dark movement.
With her appearance, the overture finally ended, and the surging bloody Danube swept around, rushed into the dungeon, and swallowed everything in its path.
Countless skeletal girls in wedding dresses crawled out of it, enthusiastically and tenderly "inviting" all living creatures to join their dance of death!
"Are you still hiding and unable to come out?"
While dancing eerily, Naberis asked hoarsely: "Mr. Holmes, do you just allow me to do whatever I want? You are so kind that I feel ashamed."
The melody suddenly rose and rose again. Naberis laughed loudly and sang enthusiastically along with the melody:
"Ah, you are sentimental, you are young, beautiful, gentle and kind-hearted, shining like gold in the mine, where the true love awakens, by the Danube, by the beautiful bloody Danube!"
Bang!
The blood river suddenly shook, interrupting Naberish's singing, causing his face to suddenly turn aside and look at the shaking blood river. A crack appeared in the bloody river.
The crack was like a claw mark, and the crazy scratch tore through the blood river. The blood river was surging, but no matter what, it could not close the tragic scratch.
It was as sharp as a blade and almost indescribably pure killing intent, like the furious roar of a dying dragon.
Longwei? !
Naberis was stunned: Who...
Then, in the darkness, the hoarse voice of the young man came.
"Thanks for the dance, friend."
He smiled with indescribable joy: "Unfortunately, I already have a dance partner."
In the darkness, fierce murderous intent swayed out from the air, and the girls in wedding dresses crawling out of the river of blood were torn into pieces.
a mess!
"The Ripper..."
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In the dark dungeon, blood flows.
Among the layers of shackles, the bruised young man embraced the Ripper among the layers of shackles.
The invisible and qualitative murderous intent condensed into a knife and ax and struck him, but it was resisted by layers of shields. It did not tear him apart, but only left a series of tragic scars where the flesh was rolled.
The brutal pain came one after another, until now, he could finally understand the pain the Ripper endured every moment.
All the time, the pieces of defensive equipment that the black musicians had grabbed one after another were completely unable to withstand the Ripper's strong murderous intent.
Even if it is not stimulated, it is better than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
If it weren't for the top hat on his head instinctively protecting the Lord, the "Holy" movement would have maintained a minimum survival, otherwise he would have died by now and would no longer be able to die.
He endured the pain and looked down at the Ripper in front of him.
Her face couldn't be seen clearly. Behind the red-stained veil, there was only a pair of chaotic and empty pupils, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.
"Although I don't know who you are, it doesn't feel good to be controlled by King Arthur or the Hundred-Eyed Man, right?"
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly: "In the face of tyranny, it is useless to just endure it. Only by resisting can you win freedom for yourself!"
During the weird and gloomy dance music, he paused, and a smile appeared on his painfully twitching face: "... the dance music has already started, don't keep the guests waiting."
Ye Qingxuan reached out, held her cold wrist tightly, and whispered softly in her ear:
"-Dance with me, Miss Killer!"
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On the rippling bloody Danube, among the layers of shackles and shackles, Ye Qingxuan held her hand tightly and pulled her to take the first step.
Boiling killing intent burst out in all directions, disrupting the sweeping river and tearing the surrounding blood brides into pieces.
Bearing the brunt, Ye Qingxuan's body was covered with wounds and his face was dripping with blood.
But he kept moving. In the cold and strange melody, Ye Qingxuan guided her to the beat, circling gently. In the eyes, the moonlight lit up:
"Let me see what's hidden in your heart!"
In an instant, the moonlight was like a bridge, and the synchronization began!
If Laura were here, she would definitely slap him and scold him for not knowing whether to live or die. Among the synchronization techniques of all factions, the synchronization of the Heart Phrase faction is the most dangerous.
That represents the collision and fusion between two minds. If the power gap between them is too large, one of them will be completely crushed if you are not careful. And if you are in tune with the Ripper's extremely crazy will, you will be 100% infected by that terrifying emotion.
In other words, one madman became two.
It's a pity that Ye Qingxuan has committed suicide not once or twice, and if he is crazy... he seems to have never calmed down since he decided to return to Avalon.
How could the guy who tried to overturn the verdict of humanity's number one traitor be a normal person
In just a moment, he passed through the Ripper's riddled defenses and entered her will. In just a moment, he was almost overwhelmed by the negative emotions that were everywhere like a tide.
No, it's hopeless.
Even though he was as determined as he was, he instantly felt the urge to give up: because Ripper was really hopeless.
The moonlight protected his will, allowing him to clearly see the Ripper's situation at this moment: in the Ripper's heart, a huge will was spreading rapidly at this moment.
It was endless negative emotions like the ocean, and it was the power from the curse of the Hundred-Eyed One. Anger, fear, jealousy, greed, recklessness, cowardice...the negative emotions that can be contained in the human heart appear one after another.
The Ripper was unable to fight back.
His will was originally on the verge of splitting, but at this moment, under the erosion of negative emotions, it was completely out of control.
Under the stimulation of negative emotions, power is constantly awakening and emerging... It's just that the power is too huge, so huge that it can't be controlled by itself, and it's just a futile way to vent its anger.
Ye Qingxuan felt a toothache: Could this guy really be possessed by King Arthur? What disgusting things did you do to end up like this
Where is the power in this thing that expands to the limit
It's obviously a curse!
Now, they are entangled in the same place and cannot be separated! It's like a mentally ill patient who was already on the verge of splitting suddenly develops a more serious mental illness...
Going crazy and getting sicker and sicker!
The power of the Hundred-Eyed One is not very strong. It can be said that even Ye Qingxuan can extinguish any part of it at will. But the most terrifying thing about that curse is that it comes and goes.
It has no body, and no core that can be extinguished. Thousands of negative emotions arise one after another, intertwining into a dark chaos.
It's just this chaos.
Even if there is only a trace left, it can be revived in an instant.
At this moment, Chaos has infected more than 60% of the will, and it can be said that it is close to victory.
Extremely ill!
Seeing this situation, Ye Qingxuan only felt a headache: There is no other way. At this stage, there is simply no way to save him, and no medicine can save him.
Moreover, if you rush in with your own willpower, you will only be attacked from both sides. The best result is to be assimilated into one of them.
At that time, I'm afraid it will be worse than becoming a black musician, and there will be no bones left!
The expression on his body twitched, complex and ugly: It's not that he didn't want to save him, but at this stage, no amount of medicine could save him.
Unless the Ripper himself reawakens and truly takes control of his power... But is that possible? If possible, she would not have lost control and gone crazy and went to Whitechapel to kill people.
Then, there is only one way left.
"I'm so sorry."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I am not a serious psychiatrist. I have only learned a bunch of half-baked music theory from the psychology school. You are unlucky to fall into my hands."
In just a blink of an eye, the young man opened his eyes again.
"Bite the bullet!"
He looked at the vacant-eyed girl in front of him and suddenly hit his forehead on hers: "Come and try my home remedy of fighting fire with fire!"
Bang!