When that hand stretched out, the dark vortex quietly collapsed, and all the power was extracted by that palm, turning it into a vague figure.
As if separated by layers of curtains, the shadow was so blurry, but it disrupted all music theories around it all the time, causing wherever it went to fall into the black zone of etheric riots.
The black area trembled, making its figure particularly illusory.
This is the Shadow of Avalon's defiance.
Here is Arthur's scepter, the fallen "heaven on earth", whose music theory rejects the invasion of external forces.
A huge being in the etheric realm cannot enter the material realm. If he wants to pass through that door, he must suppress his power from the level of God and truly shape himself into an incarnation.
The black shadow snorted coldly, and the aura of the abyss changed drastically. In an instant, it was intertwined with countless music theories. After putting away the terrifying aura, after a period of illusion and blur, the black shadow finally gradually became clear.
The first thing that emerged was an old face, weather-beaten, with thirty-two different looks. It changed all the time, but was full of gloom and deceit. His eyes were like abyss, confusing people's hearts.
He was draped in a vague robe, gathering all the honor and majesty in the world.
One of the nine incarnations of the Hundred-Eyed One in the world, the Lord of Change and Chaos - the Lord of Darkness.
He walked in the void and walked towards the palace step by step, taking his time, looking at Jerome's stagnant back, he just sneered softly.
"Arrogance."
Bang!
The frozen world was instantly released from its shackles and moved again. But in the roar, everything was completely different.
In an instant, the barrier collapsed, all the royal musicians were severely injured in an instant, their seven orifices were bleeding, and the matrix of Mary's Spear fell apart - this was just the aftermath.
Jerome's figure twisted for a while, the chapter of destiny brewing in his heart and soul was shattered in an instant, the ring of resonance fell apart, and dense blood mist spurted out from his body.
He fell to the ground silently, and the holy spear fell from his hand and rolled into a pool of blood.
The Lord of Darkness descended on the earth. Gavin, wearing a red sacrificial robe, knelt down. The black musicians kowtowed and did not dare to move rashly. The Lord of Darkness passed through the genuflections of his followers and walked toward the palace.
At the end of the team, Naberish's body shook and twitched, but he forced himself to raise his head, looked at the gradual shadow, and used all his strength to make a hoarse voice:
"My agreement with you is complete! After sixty years of asceticism, where is the freedom I want?!"
The Lord of Darkness passed by him without looking sideways, but vaguely pointed his finger on his eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice: "As you expected, clown, you are free."
Naberish only heard a soft sound in his head, and blood flowed from his face, tragic and embarrassing. He lowered his head and vomited out blood, but he couldn't help but reveal an ecstatic smile on his face, because the shackles that had bound him for more than sixty years had disappeared.
He lowered his head and grinned:
"Then, does your Majesty need any more help from the humble ministers?"
"These areas are beyond your reach, you just have to look up."
The Lord of Darkness smiled disdainfully and stared at the dark palace in front of him with deep eyes:
"—Witness this incredible miracle! Witness the birth of new members of the 'Dark Lords' here!"
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"Uncle, are you okay? Why did you die? It was so easy! At least give it a death struggle."
Charles shook Jerome who was in a pool of blood: "You haven't been handsome for three seconds! How come you are so miserable..."
Jerome was dying, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and vomited out the smelly blood - the principle of the abyss entangled in his body, dragging him into hell.
He is aging and dying rapidly.
"Wait a moment, I'll treat you right away." Charles hurriedly tried to bandage Jerome, but was stunned and couldn't do anything. He didn't even know how Jerome was injured.
"It's useless." Jerome was furious: "Char, I'm hopeless."
"Then what should I do?"
Charles was about to cry but had no tears: "I let you all pretend, why did you take me with you when you die! Help! Help! Someone come and save me! I am willing to give my life to you..."
"Shut up… "
Jerome's expression changed, his face turned pale, he spat out another mouthful of blood, and stared at him with a dead look: "Show some backbone, Charles, where is your dignity? Even if you call for help at this time, who else will?" Come to save you?"
"Sincerity leads to spiritual success."
Charles wiped his tears and choked with sobs: "Maybe in the next moment, my junior brother will fall from the sky with a brush... I, my junior brother is very powerful!"
"you… "
Jerome vomited out a mouthful of old blood and no longer had the energy to scold him anymore. Dream if you like, at least you can die with a glimmer of hope.
He lay in a pool of blood, looking tiredly at the dim sky.
He saw the moonlight.
Among the dim stars, the moonlight falls from the sky.
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A quarter of an hour ago, the top of the White Tower.
The dying young man lay in a pool of blood, but the pool of blood was outlined and guided by invisible forces, turning into his "last words". The blood spread like the complex branches of thorns and vines.
That is the movement of "Moonlight".
It's like there are thousands of hands moving at the same time, causing the blood to expand. When they intersect with each other, the ether is excited and sparks burst out. Until the end, the entire top of the tower was shrouded in scarlet.
When the cold moonlight fell, it seemed to blend into the blood, making the blood glow with a soft light. The silent melody written in blood flows in the moonlight and echoes in Ye Qingxuan's heart.
"It's so beautiful."
Ye Qingxuan stared at the bright moon in the sky and felt the last warmth leaving his body.
The body can no longer feel the weight, as if it will fly into the sky, but the consciousness falls into the darkness and slowly sinks - the effect of the medicine, the short period of lingering is finally over.
Death comes quietly and without pain. Drowsiness gradually engulfed him, causing his eyes to slowly close, his breathing to stop, and he just walked into eternal peaceful sleep... How strange!
What a ghost!
If you die before you reach the age of twenty, you will definitely become a wraith, right? He just got stabbed, how could he lie down and die so comfortably!
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fist with all his last strength, and smashed down on the bloody music under him!
Whether it's life or death, it all depends on this last fight!
Wearing the Nine Heavens Ring on her fingertips, the amber gem emits a faint electric light, like a candle in the wind. But the remaining candles in the wind fell into the blood and turned into karmic fire that started a prairie fire.
In an instant, lightning burst out.
The Eyes of Indra sucked up the blood, and continuously turned the blood of the people of that day into thunder and lightning. The thunder and lightning rose into the sky and spread in all directions along with the blood.
The alchemy matrix was activated, and strings emerged from the thunder, criss-crossed, and set up in the void, playing a cold and lonely melody.
With this crazy thunder and lightning and blood, the melody echoes the moonlight.
Then, the moonlight fell from the sky!
The torrent of moonlight instantly dispersed Gawain's phantom, blending into the bloody music, shining brightly!
And in that bright light, Ye Qingxuan was trembling as if struck by thunder, roaring in pain.
The endless moonlight poured into his body along with the remaining blood. The moonlight merged into the ether, running through the blood vessels like a flame, rushing fiercely.
It was as if the body was burned to death in an instant, and every inch of flesh and blood was filled with intense pain. The paused breathing finally resumed, and the dazed consciousness gradually awakened. The young man's empty eyes reflected the bright moon in the sky, and again A light came on.
A hundred or a thousand times more power than he expected gathered in the blood, making the blood as hot as lava, illuminating his empty chest.
He gritted his teeth, pressed the Nine Heavens Ring with both hands, controlled the changes of the melody, and guided the moonlight and ether to flow into his body. Cold light rushed out from the crack in his chest.
In that empty chest, endless ether gathered, brewed, and gradually made a pulsating sound.
—Xiaoyuan Structure!
If there is no heart, just make a new one!
Relying on losing 60% of his blood, Ye Qingxuan finally gathered the last moonlight and integrated it into his body to create the "source of ether" in his body.
Create "intervals" with concrete musical notes, and use music theory to combine musical intervals... Use the interweaving of music theory to guide the ether, and a power like a flame awakens from the ether.
"As above, as below, this is how everything begins."
Based on this alchemy matrix, he will use "Xiaoyuan Technology" to rebuild a heart for himself!
Ye Qingxuan suddenly crushed the bloody conch in his hand - to this day, after Ye Qingxuan entered the Psychological School and was able to freely enter and exit the Shadow of Avalon, it has no other use and is better used here as a consumable.
After all, it is created by the heart, and the more power it can have, the better.
In an instant, the essence condensed from the blood of thousands of people suddenly burst out, poured into Ye Qingxuan's body, and slowly and continuously transformed into the blood of heaven and humans.
At this moment, under the stimulation of the music, the blood of heaven and man is also greedily extracting the brilliance of the bright moon, and the power contained in it rises steadily, until finally, it almost emits light.
Not only was the light of the White Moon attracted, but the light of the Blue Moon was also integrated into it. The light of the two moons reflected each other in his body and merged with each other, transforming the ether into a brand new power.
Ye Qingxuan carefully controlled the light that was enough to annihilate himself. The light gathered in his empty chest and emerged from the crack.
In that light, a gentle melody quietly emerged.
Like the sound of gentle flowing water and gentle wind, there is the melody of moonlight lingering in the entanglement of water and wind. From those empty and empty places, the meaning of the growth of all things quietly emerges.
It seems that all the good things in the world are gathered here, gentle and charming, which is intoxicating.
"Song of Spring".