On the endless snowfield, Mapas transformed into a black giant eagle, broke through the endless blizzard, flew into the sky, and angrily pecked at the round of sunlight.
But that sun hung high in the sky, seeming to be a mockery. In the endless wind and snow, Laura's soft singing voice came:
"I saw three suns in the sky. I stared at them. They also looked at me. As if they didn't want to leave me..."
"Get out! Bitch! Get out!!!"
Mapas roared angrily, eagle feathers stood up all over his body, and divine light burst out from his eyes, breaking through the illusion, but he fell into a new illusion.
Endless red crows emerged from the void and boldly attacked the falcon. Red crow feathers flew in the air, and they pecked at them hungrily. The iron-like eagle wings were shattered by the pecks of mortal objects.
"Winter Journey Crow"!
The crows brought signs of death, and they kept coming, making Mapas more and more furious. The eagle feathers burst out, tearing the crows apart, throwing them away, and flying high.
But no matter how I fly, I can't escape this damn illusion.
What seemed to be familiar scenes kept appearing in front of him. He was spinning around in the same place, but the tide of crows behind him slowly and slowly pursued him.
He's lost his way...
"Winter Journey·Beacon"!
Immediately afterwards, there is "White Head", which kills fighting spirit, and "Illusion", which changes into endless illusions and makes people feel trance-like. Finally, in the hoarse singing of an old musician, the power contained in it began to dissipate rapidly...
The "Organist" who can knock people down!
"Damn clowns! You bunch of fanatics playing with illusions! How dare you... how dare you!"
Mapas roared and raged, and the strength of his whole body shook. In the explosion of unknown limits, he continued to tear apart the illusion again and again, and fell into a new illusion again and again.
Once the twenty-four movements in "Winter Journey" begin to unfold, it is an endless reincarnation of hell. The last time Laura just did something casually, a black musician was almost confused by the illusion, blended into it, and completely disappeared!
On a full moon night, the blue moon comes to life. This is the peak of Laura's power.
As we all know, once an illusion musician is forced to fight the enemy head-on, he will definitely die a miserable death. And once you fall into the illusion of an illusion musician, you will become your enemy.
After several days of careful arrangements, she and Ye Qingxuan left a large amount of media in the entire Shadow of Avalon. Under the light of the blue moon, the power of the illusion reached its limit.
The music theory that reached the distortion level tightly restrained Mapas, making him fly around like a headless fly, but he could not escape from the illusion.
It's rare that Ye Qingxuan's blood vessels are enough to drink. Satisfied, Laura removed her last scruples and gave it her all!
The terrifying illusion power inherited from "Yin of the Moon" has penetrated deep into the bones. Under Laura's careful calculation, the great demon from the natural disaster was actually manipulated in the palm of her hand.
Although it is difficult to last, it is enough for the time being to imprison this great demon with divine power in the illusion.
In the shadows, Laura sneered, guiding the dead light of the blue moon, blurring the limits of illusion and reality, and taking action with all her strength!
"Is the demon very powerful?"
She laughed softly, "I did the same thing back then..."
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In the Elizabeth Tower, Naberish screamed at the end of his crossbow, and his right hand was completely cut off by a bone saw, and he was retreating steadily.
In an instant, six slash marks appeared on his body, and he was almost dismembered on the spot. He roared, tore off the face from the back of his head and threw it at the butcher.
The face jumped into the void, pressed against the butcher's scarred armor, and suddenly exploded amidst the screams.
A huge bloody vortex emerged out of thin air, like a huge mouth of the abyss suddenly closing and chewing.
Bang!
The steel suddenly cracked, the armor fell apart, and a huge gap appeared between the Butcher's waist and hot blood gushed out.
He had already been severely injured by his fatal blow.
But the butcher didn't care, the giant bone-cutting blade in his hand stabbed out - bang! Naberish's chest was completely penetrated, and a large hole was opened in his flesh and blood, which was difficult to close.
The young man's figure crossed over the butcher's, and the moonlight attached to the cane suddenly pierced into the chest and exploded!
Naberish's whole body was shaken violently, and he was forced out of the demonic state. He returned to his original appearance, and his body fell tragically to the sky.
Ye Qingxuan stepped on his broken chest, put his cane on his face, and said in a cold voice:
"You lost, Naberish."
In a pool of blood, the bloody Naberis struggled to open his remaining eyes, staring at the boy with narrowed pupils, trying to distinguish his appearance.
When he heard the boy's voice, he couldn't help but laugh. His heart was so broken that he twitched and spit out blood, and the laughter that made him look particularly embarrassed and sad.
Also particularly mocking.
"You haven't... you haven't understood..."
In the gap in his throat, he could vaguely see his vocal cords trembling with difficulty, and bloodshot eyes flying, "To those with hundreds of eyes, I am just a clown. Mr. Holmes, who would pin their chance of victory on a clown?" ?”
"Did you forget something?"
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Naberis's broken-bone face, and he also laughed at Ye Qingxuan: "The real winner has already ascended the tower earlier. And the Royal Orchestra, for which you have given high hopes, is now afraid Already...the whole army is dead."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and his expression suddenly became furious.
Seeing Ye Qingxuan's angry look, Naberish laughed and sprayed blood from his mouth: "We have already grasped the power in our hands... Hahaha, hahahahahahaha!!!"
In the midst of wild laughter, his heart suddenly shattered, blood mist spurted out, melted his body, and melted into the cracks in the floor with his laughter.
Ye Qingxuan had no time to stop the sudden change.
—This bastard still has a way out!
But he no longer cared about intercepting him. He dropped most of the healing medicines and bandages, and he didn't even have time to take care of the seriously injured Butcher.
He was already distraught.
The Butcher just waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him, took apart the broken armor, and expertly bandaged himself for emergency treatment.
Ye Qingxuan had already pushed the door open and ran away.
Along the way, he could only see charred blackness and devastation.
There were corpses of black musicians and royal musicians everywhere, and some rooms were completely covered in blood, making them look particularly hideous and miserable.
No, no, no, no!
Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and looked gloomy as he opened the doors one after another and opened the corpses furiously.
No body means nothing, and no news is the best news.
He comforted himself over and over in his heart, but he couldn't suppress the rage and frustration in his heart. He kicked all obstacles in his way like crazy and accelerated his speed.
God bless you, Brother Shit, nothing will happen to you!
boom!
Ye Qingxuan broke through the final door, only to find... there was no way out. He had reached the end, to the top of the Elizabeth Tower.
Amidst the chill and hurricane in the sky, the cold moonlight illuminated the tragic blood on the top of the tower.
Around the central altar, there were corpses everywhere. The overlapping corpses were still biting each other until they died. Traces of self-explosion can be found constantly, and the blood is dark red as it evaporates.
All...all dead.
He came late.
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan lost all his strength and almost fell to the ground.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Naberish's crazy laughter sounded in his heart again, making Ye Qingxuan roar. He turned over the corpses and tried hard to search among the unfamiliar faces, over and over again.
Until the end, his movements paused and fell into a sluggish state.
"Brother Stool..."
Just under the two corpses, Gavin was lying in a pool of blood, and the dress on his chest was stained red with blood. The iron-gray pupils were full of holes, reflecting the moonlight.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and reached out to touch his neck, but felt a trace of residual warmth:
He is still alive!
The young man was so ecstatic that he almost cheered. He took out all his potions and injected them into Gavin's pulse as if for free.
"You must survive! Survive!"
He muttered in confusion, sweating profusely, pressing his heart again and again, activating electric light in his hands to inject power into his weakly beating heart.
Until the end, Gavin's empty eyes trembled, his body twitched, and he woke up from shock.
"Don't come here!" As if he had finally broken free from a nightmare, he looked at Ye Qingxuan in front of him with fear and screamed, "Don't come here!"
"Brother Stool, don't panic, it's me!"
Ye Qingxuan grabbed his hand, but felt his hand loosen, and an arm fell off Gavin's cuff. The blood on the tragic fracture had already condensed.
He was stunned. Gavin's right hand had already been broken...
"leaf?"
Gawen seemed to have finally recognized Ye Qingxuan, and there was uncontrollable fear in his eyes, and he hugged him: "Natural disaster! Ye Zi, leave quickly! It's a natural disaster! A natural disaster is coming!"
Natural disaster
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, his expression changed dramatically, but then, a clear voice came from his arms.
Snapped!
Ye Qingxuan froze.
He lowered his head in confusion and saw the dagger pierced into his chest. The dagger was held in Gavin's intact right hand and pierced through layers of defense and flesh until the end of the handle.
It was only now that my heart felt the cold pain of being cut apart, as unreal as a hallucination.
"Brother Stool?"
He raised his head blankly, "What are you doing...?"
"I told you not to come, Ye Zi, why didn't you listen?"
The panic and fear on Gavin's face disappeared, and his iron-gray eyes regained their former coldness. He stared at the young man, his voice was soft and clear, as elegant as ever:
"—Mr. Holmes, you have broken my heart."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, as if he finally understood something, and smiled bitterly.
"Oh it's you… "
He suddenly understood and pronounced the name with difficulty:
"-Robin."