Unprecedentedly, decades after suffering divine punishment...
Naberish felt humiliated and terrified.
Thunder is just an ordinary destruction, it just disappears and regenerates. He doesn't care, but the moonlight... moonlight... He suddenly gritted his teeth and cut off his arm. In that arm, there was also a flaming moonlight emerging, Purified into ashes.
He had vaguely heard of such evil things somewhere before, the natural enemy of black musicians, the nemesis of all demons, and the curse that would lead to death when encountering it.
Only after experiencing it personally can you understand the horror and horror of it. You simply don't know how to resist the kind of compassionate purification. The only way is to cut off the tail ruthlessly and get rid of it while there is no infection... Even now, he can still feel the overwhelming fear.
How could this damn power appear in Holmes again
His men kept activating the alchemy equipment embedded in his flesh and blood, releasing several movements to build the defense around him into a bunker.
Looking at the young man with the moonlight above his head in the distance, his expression changed from shock, fear, ferocity, awe, wonder... until finally, it turned into admiration.
He is worthy of being a genius comparable to himself!
"What a pity… "
The flesh and blood around Naberis quickly recovered, and his severed limbs regenerated. He looked at Ye Qingxuan, gritted his teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "What a pity!"
"What's a pity?" The young man frowned.
"I feel sorry for you."
Naberis showed a thankful expression and said sincerely: "If you did not relax at that moment, but called all the movements stored in the instrument, then I am afraid that I have lost my fighting power now, right? No, if It’s your trump card. There is no doubt that I am dead at this moment..."
At this point, the smile on Naberis's face suddenly froze, and he froze. The last word of "no bones left" was stuck in his throat and he did not say it.
"Wait, you... seem..."
As if he had discovered something incredible, he looked at Ye Qingxuan with dull eyes and murmured in confusion:
"Why do you always play and sing live? You have never used the movements stored in the instrument. Your trump card... No, the extent of what I just perceived... This is not right! This is too hard to believe! This Simply... how is it possible! This is impossible! This is impossible! This is impossible!"
He growled in confusion, and subconsciously grabbed his newly grown hair with his palms. The ground was bloody and bloody, and his fingers rubbed against his skull, making a shrill sound.
"How can this be?"
Until the end, he was twitching all over as if he had been struck by thunder. He raised his head stiffly and looked at Ye Qingxuan. His eyes were so wide and scary that they were bloodshot and almost bursting with light.
"I see, I understand, Mr. Holmes, you really impress me. No, you are a genius that is rarely seen in a hundred, no, thousands... thousands of years!!!"
He roared like he was crazy, pointed at Ye Qingxuan, and laughed maniacally:
"—It turns out that the enemy I have been fighting with is not even an official musician?!"
Naberis seemed to be going crazy, laughing so hard that he even shed tears:
"How ridiculous! The vengeful evil spirit who is famous throughout Avalon and has purified countless demons and black musicians is not even an official musician!"
"Holy God, I often compare you with me, but now I understand that I was not even qualified to carry your shoes! Even now, I cannot compare with your talent."
He stared at Ye Qingxuan feverishly, lowered his head, and offered the most noble courtesy regardless of the difference between ourselves and the enemy, regardless of the huge level gap between them:
"Please allow me to offer you the highest respect, Mr. Holmes. Your talent makes me feel my own weakness and incompetence for the first time in my life! At this moment, I am simply moved by the talent you have displayed. Got to... burst into tears!"
Naberish lowered his head deeply, with blood-colored tears running down his cheeks and falling to the ground: "It is such a pity and cruel that a person like you cannot be my companion. Why did God let I came to this world and met you again? Why did you put us in an incompatible position? "
He choked and shed tears, but the ether fluctuations around him were like hurricanes, and frantic power emerged from the cracked body.
That kind of power was burning, releasing violent flames that almost suffocated Ye Qingxuan. Obviously he said such weak words, but the power released from that body was so powerful that it made people tremble.
Even the surrounding walls showed layers of cracks, and things around him began to fall apart. His body swelled rapidly, flesh and blood bulging.
He raised his head, his face that had been alienated to the point of being inhuman was full of respect and solemnity:
"-Now, let me use my strongest power to end you! Let me offer you a fight without regrets! A fight that is consistent with your status even if you fall into the underworld..."
No, I won’t blame you if you put some water in it! It's better to go back to the way it was, we fought again...
Ye Qingxuan screamed crazily in his heart, but Naberish had already begun the final change.
On his forehead, a vertical pupil had grown out of nowhere. The vertical pupil was filled with bottomless madness and evil intent.
This is the manifestation of the divine power of the One with Hundred Eyes.
But on the back of his head, an identical face appeared, reciting blasphemous poems with him - this was the talent given by the natural disaster Su Nuo.
On his body, pitch-black scales grew out of thin air, each scale shining with the luster of the night.
And just on those convex blood vessels, you can faintly see that what is flowing in them is no longer blood, but liquid like mercury...
Every time he changed, Ye Qingxuan felt a toothache, until finally, he was completely numb: How many evil gods has this bastard and a psychopath signed a contract with? !
Until the end, Naberis has completely revealed his true appearance, a monster with no human appearance and six aspects!
Six resonance-level ether fluctuations violently vented around his body, almost suffocating Ye Qingxuan completely.
"I haven't had this feeling for a long time."
Naberis roared hoarsely, clenched his palms, and sparks came out from rubbing his fingers: "Now, let's get started..."
"etc!"
In front of him, Ye Qingxuan suddenly raised his hand: "We're going to fight anyway, can you answer a few questions for me first? At least let me die clearly even if I die."
Naberis laughed loudly, "Do you think I am the kind of villain in the story who talks a lot, keeps mumbling for a long time but refuses to kill the protagonist, and finally gives him a chance to make a comeback?"
"..." Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched.
"-I am."
Naberis said this, causing the young man to fall into a daze, "For people like us who pursue the truth, what is more terrifying than death is to die with confusion, right? Out of admiration for you, you can ask me whatever you want. A question. I will tell you everything I know. If you have any other means, feel free to use them. If your intelligence and talent can make a comeback from this absolute disadvantage, then I will never lose. Complaints. I am willing to be a stepping stone for such a person."
In other words, after a question, he will start the battle without mercy, never give up, and go all out with the belief that he will kill.
So…
Please describe in detail the resume of the saints in the history of Anglo-American diplomacy within 100,000 words? Of course, you can't ask such damn questions that delay time. Otherwise, what if Naberis just goes after him without saying a word
So, at least seize this sudden opportunity.
Ye Qingxuan's mind was spinning, his face was as dark as water, and he asked the biggest confusion in his heart:
"Aren't you afraid of attracting Mordred when you make such a big noise in the Elizabeth Tower? Or are you sure of victory?"
"Mordred?"
Naberis was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Qingxuan's question to be this. He couldn't help but reveal a mysterious smile on his inhuman face:
"Why care about something that... never existed in the first place?"
From the beginning... Never
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and said blankly: "It doesn't exist?"
"Yes, the descendant of King Arthur, the rebellious son who stabbed him to death in legend... never existed from the beginning. The so-called great achievements are just legends of poets and novelists!"
Naberis calmly told this news that was completely different from history, with a solemn and cold expression: "Because Mordred died in the embryonic stage!"
"Impossible!" Ye Qingxuan retorted subconsciously.
"Why isn't it possible?"
Naberish's eyes were cold: "His mother was killed by her husband when she was pregnant with him. Some people say that Arthur suspected the queen's infidelity, but Mordred is undoubtedly King Arthur's biological child. Son, this is absolutely true. Unfortunately, he does not belong to the 'human' part, but is the inheritor of the cursed blood. His bloodline is even better than his father himself! He was born a demon, and his existence itself is Proving the stain on King Arthur, the evidence of his corruption - Arthur would never allow him to come into this world alive. So, he was killed in his mother's belly, dug up the remains, and burned in the fire for seven days. He cried for seven days and was finally sealed under the Elizabeth Tower, never to see the light of day again."
Naberis stared at the young man's astonished expression, spread out his arms, and looked around:
"This is so many years of resentment... That child is still soaked in the solution of Lycoris flowers, has survived for thousands of years, and sings every night. Mr. Holmes, have you heard his singing?"
The singing voice lingering in his ears sounded again, making Ye Qingxuan feel chills all over his body.