There is no need to use your brain at all. Even a black musician can recognize what the guy is holding in his hand - the Holy Nail of the Silent Agency!
These days, the guys who carry this kind of singing supplies with them are either the "ascetic monks" of the religious order's "Ministry of Doctrine" or the silent musicians of the "Silent Organization" of the Holy City... But no matter which one they are, they are no better. go!
The former one is an executioner trained with painstaking efforts by the Inquisition. The purpose of his existence is to tie all heretics to the stake. The latter... is the signature of the Silent Organization, the musician killer, a musician who specializes in hunting down musicians!
Whichever it is, it's terrible.
Even if this guy looks like a formal musician who has just advanced, in such an evil place, it would not be surprising if anything evil happens.
With the Divine Eye in front of them, they would not relax or hesitate at this critical moment. Once they took action, they would go all out to cut him into pieces and burn him to ashes on the spot.
Otherwise, I might be the one who is burned to ashes.
Amidst the noisy, sharp, and hoarse chants, the roar exploded out of thin air.
The abyss wind tunnel was opened. Through the wind tunnel, one could see the ocean-like darkness raging inside, setting off a monstrous tide. Thick darkness spurted out from it, blocking the moonlight and swallowing up everything.
In the darkness, the limbs of another ferocious beast flashed by, then shattered, and blood spurted out continuously, turning into a rain of blood. The light of iron wind, thunder and fire lit up and then extinguished, and the power of destruction burst out like a meteor in the blink of an eye. There is also a miserable green cursed fog, as well as layers of splitting rays.
Break down all illusions, barriers, and obstacles, seal off all escape spaces, leaving prey within with nowhere to escape, and then...
In the abyss wind tunnel, a huge bone-white palm condensed, stretched out, scratched the air, and made a loud thunderous sound.
I don’t know which summoning musician used his trump card to summon the mysterious existence from the ethereal world at the cost of burning blood.
The huge hand with only one knuckle that was several meters long set off storms, thunder, fire and ice, and slammed down on the young man in the mist, and then clenched it with a roar.
The sound of boulders rubbing against each other is endless, and even pure steel and war fortresses will be shattered into pieces under the crushing force of the deep sea. Stone powder flew out, the scorched earth cracked, and a huge pit appeared on the earth.
Until the end, the bone-white giant hand disappeared without a trace, and there was already a mess in the dark fog.
There was only the hoarse breathing sound of the black musicians. They recognized the chaotic ether fluctuations in it, and their eyes were puzzled:
"died?"
"I can't feel any breath..."
"There are no bones left."
The black musician sneered, "Humph, that's all."
"yes."
In the mist, a soft sigh came, "That's all."
At that moment, all the black musicians felt a cold air rush from their heels to the back of their heads, their expressions suddenly changed, and in shock, they took action again.
The nightmare mist surged and there were numerous demonic shadows.
At this time, they could no longer take care of all their cards and took action at the same time. But at the same time, there was a trace of pure white light coming out of the fog.
Light so clear, so pure, with no visible imperfections, it is not moonlight, it does not come from the sun, it does not belong anywhere in this world.
It was as if there really was a paradise in the dark, and God was sitting on his throne, shining with flawless radiance. Wherever it passes, all powers are subdued, all demons are purified, and all heretics are subdued.
Within this light is the abode of God.
The light only flashed for a moment, and several black musicians screamed, their eyes were scorched, and they were burned into a pile of rubbish and debris on the spot!
-You cannot look directly at this kind of light!
"Requiem!"
Someone covered his eyes and screamed: "Don't look at that light! That's from "Requiem"..."
"-Holy!"
In the dissipating nightmare mist, the young man stood in a beam of light, raised the brim of his hat, and smiled.
The thin layer of light covering his body blocked out all the filth and filth in this world, as if there was another world behind the light. All the power in this world is nothing but a mirror to it.
"This is a sanctuary created by God's own hands. This is a priceless sacrament..."
In the light, there seemed to be countless angels singing softly, "Holy! Holy! Holy!"
This is the movement engraved in the inheritance instrument of the "Stone Heart School", "Holy" which is one of the roots of the Forbidden School!
That power is not manifested in wind, water, fire and earth, nor is it creation and destruction, but a pure realm composed of music theory, the prototype of all scepters, and the cornerstone of all realms.
Through the resonance of his own Xiaoyuan and the Elizabeth Tower, Ye Qingxuan finally borrowed the power of the Great Barrier of Avalon, and started the inheritance movement in the top hat with the same music theory and chanting.
As a result, after passing through the nine-layer ether sea, the realm from the ether realm covered the material realm. Following the origin of the song, it rewrote the rules, distorted the laws, and created a protected realm that was absolutely inviolable.
All movements that do not reach the scepter level cannot be interfered with.
From beginning to end, the biggest mistake the black musicians made was not expecting Ye Qingxuan to transfer the core of the barrier to his own heart!
At this moment, the entire Great Barrier of Avalon has become his source of power, continuously providing him with endless ether.
As long as he is under the Elizabeth Tower, there is absolutely no risk of him being short of power. Only a power like the Great Barrier of Avalon can supply the terrifying consumption required for the "Holy" movement.
Every second, every moment, Ye Qingxuan could feel a terrifying amount of ether pouring into the music to maintain this absolute realm.
Just as a node of a technical secondary school, he had the illusion that his soul was ignited by friction. Just guiding the power through the fine control of Jiuxiao Huanpei had already consumed all his energy.
But, now...
"...It's my turn, right?"
Facing the black musicians, Ye Qingxuan grinned, the spikes in his hands clanged, and the rapid melody and the roar of the horn suddenly burst out of thin air!
Under the ring of Jiuxiao, the majestic melody echoes.
Using the small source in his body as a fulcrum, Ye Qingxuan tried for the first time to consume the ether that had been alienated by himself, thereby touching the sea of ether and trying to resonate with the world.
So, the world responded with a bang.
—Perform beyond the limits!
For the first time, "Night on the Barren Mountain" that reached the resonance level burst out from his hands. Through the fulcrum of "Little Source", Ye Qingxuan leveraged the majestic power from the sea of ether.
The next moment, the expressions of the black musicians who quickly retreated suddenly changed.
Because the earth cracked, red fire burst out from the cracks. As if the entrance to purgatory had been opened, all the sinners were involuntarily pulled toward the fire.
The rapid melody swirled in everyone's ears, silver light suddenly burst out of the air, and dozens of silver spikes trembled, responding to the song that represented punishment.
The endless darkness seemed to have solidified, trembling in the moving singing, and then, the horn roared out. It was like a torture rack made of black iron rising from the ground and wrapping around the bodies of the black musicians.
The flames were like a forest, intertwined and densely packed, blocking all exits.
Immediately afterwards, silver spikes roared in. The runes above release fiery light. These alchemical weapons worth thousands of gold have now become disposable consumables, stimulating all the power in the blazing flames.
The sound of piercing sounded one after another, and all living creatures with the aura of demons were brutally penetrated and nailed to the torture rack, cutting off the connection between the ethers.
Immediately afterwards, flames burst out from the cracks in the ground wildly.
The fire shot up into the sky, burning the sky red amid the tragic wails one after another. The fire of hell was burning vigorously.
This was the cornerstone of the illustrious reputation laid by the "Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith" when it was still called the "Inquisition". The burning racks erected over the mountains and plains illuminated every dark night.
Use demons as firewood and turn them into eternal flames to announce the arrival of dawn!
Those who are judged will have their sins expiated in the flames.
Otherwise, it will burn to the end of the world!
With just a snap of his fingers, the unlucky souls who were nailed to the stake were burned to death, and their bodies turned into flames and merged into the music, providing Ye Qingxuan with a steady stream of firepower.
The remaining black musicians stood together in a group, resonated with each other, and constantly tried to fight back. But when the music theory of "Night on Barren Mountain" was officially revealed, this place had become Ye Qingxuan's home court. How could he give them a chance to gain the upper hand
The melody roared, pushing the movement to its climax.
Ye Qingxuan advanced, waving the fire of judgment, and the fire rolled down and burned towards the few black musicians who were still lucky. Interrupting the melody as they tried to gather the ether and prepare a counterattack.
Once the music theory of the Forbidden School is formed, it will strongly repel the power of other schools, creating a repressive effect. With the unlimited supply of the Great Barrier, Ye Qingxuan experienced for the first time the pleasure of defeating ten levels with one force.
Although he will be knocked back to his original form after leaving the Elizabeth Tower, this does not prevent him from having fun here first and practicing his skills with these black musicians!
He must hurry up, otherwise he knows how long the temporary barrier he put together can last...
"It's really scary."
In a small shadow, Naberis stared at the young man's back and murmured softly: "How profound is the accumulation? I have just advanced to become a formal musician, and I have touched the threshold of the resonance level... If it weren't for 'knowledge' I'm afraid it's also possible to directly upgrade across levels. It's terrible, it's terrible... "
He listened intently to the roaring melody in the young man's hand, his ears trembling, and he carefully discerned the weak beat in it. His hand continued to quickly assemble pieces of metal muscles.