"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, let's forget about the head-on confrontation. This new body has not been transformed yet, and its combat power is simply not worth mentioning... But I am a black musician, so you won't be offended by a despicable sneak attack, right?"
He muttered, lowered his head, looked at the metal heart in his hand, and a chill flashed in his eyes: "Since you are not at the resonance level, then let's have a 'heart sound duel' in an upright manner!"
In his hand, the beating heart was suddenly tightened.
A sharp sound burst out, resonating with Ye Qingxuan's heart. This was a heart sound attack that threw away all appearances and directly acted on life itself.
The basic competition between musicians and musicians!
In an instant, the melody in Ye Qingxuan's hand stagnated, and his face turned green, then turned red again, like blood boiling. The ether in his hand dissipated almost instantly.
Naberish laughed and played the strange-shaped instrument in his hand, continuously controlling Ye Qingxuan's newly formed heart, beating wildly, and would not stop until it fell apart!
The four remaining black musicians seized this opportunity, roared suddenly, chanted the dark music in the Katinuk Files, manifested their true colors one after another, summoned the demons and the power of the abyss, and swept towards the sluggish young man.
But the next moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and grinned.
"I lied to you."
boom!
The stagnant melody burst out again, this time accompanied by the fire of the barren mountain night and the roar of the Eye of Indra. In an instant, the torrent of violence swept past and completely engulfed the figures of the four people.
The instrument in Naberish's hand suddenly exploded, leaving a huge gash in his face, a mess of blood and flesh. He looked at the fragment embedded in his palm in amazement, with a trace of astonishment appearing in his eyes.
Over the years, he has relied on this technique to destroy the voices of countless musicians. But this time, the musical instrument he made was destroyed by Ye Qingxuan's resonance? !
Before he could react, the layers of burning racks roared and rolled up flames, sweeping over him. His figure suddenly differentiated, and six shadows flew out and escaped the capture of the barren mountain night. But in the swirling flames, the young man's figure suddenly flashed, and he pressed his palm down - sighing shockingly.
boom!
His body flew out, smashed into the wall, and was pierced by the last silver nail. The flames inside did not spurt out, and they tightly restrained him, preventing him from breaking free.
"Heart sound capture... useless?"
He made a hoarse voice and stared at the boy in front of him, "Why?"
"If you want to ask why..."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and looked at his chest.
In that crack, the crystal-like heart beats slowly, swallowing blood and ether, and glows with dreamy moonlight.
"—Probably because I have a heart of stone."
“…”
Naberis was stunned, coughed out dark blood, and forced out a self-deprecating smile: "I lost, completely... Unfortunately, there is no winner in this game."
"What exactly does Gavin want to do?"
Ye Qingxuan asked in a cold voice: "That thing, the incarnation of God... why on earth did it come here?"
"Didn't you already guess it? Mr. Holmes, why do you need to ask me?"
Naberis raised his head with difficulty and looked at the black shadow that seemed to fill the sky and earth in the distance, "Look, God has descended... The existence of you and me is not even comparable to the dust for that kind of monster outside the specifications." … You have failed, Mr. Holmes. In this game, the winner takes all, but unfortunately, mortals like us are not even considered desserts.”
He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and fragments of his internal organs spit out from his mouth. His seven orifices were bleeding, and his body was torn apart.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
Naberish destroyed his last chance of survival!
"Don't be surprised, this choice... is not worthy of your frown."
He lowered his eyes and spoke with his last strength: "Human beings are born in shackles. A smart guy like me has struggled for sixty years but has never been able to escape. Fortunately, I still have... the freedom to choose death. Holmes Sir, if there is Hades, I will wait for you there... I hope there, we can become... become... "
"… friend."
Naberish's head dropped, and his last breath died.
he died.
Ye Qingxuan looked at him blankly, his outstretched hand froze in the air. Behind him, in the deepest part of the Shadow of Avalon, there was an earth-shattering roar.
Tragic gaps emerged from the ground, extending in staggered directions.
Even the faint depths of the ocean were shaken and a tsunami erupted.
As they advanced, the Lord of Darkness was finally unable to suppress the repulsive power of the Shadow of Avalon.
No matter how small he suppresses himself, he cannot avoid the arrival of this limit.
—This is King Arthur’s kingdom of scepters, and the musical conflict between them has reached its limit. When the spring is compressed to the limit, it will rebound.
The aftermath of the intertwining and collapse of the music theories distorted the material world. But he did not stop, and continued to move forward, towards the core of the Kingdom of Shadows.
One step, two steps...
Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly changed, and he was almost out of breath due to the suppression: the large barrier riddled with holes could no longer withstand the impact of the aftermath and was about to collapse.
Now the barrier is almost equivalent to most of his body. Once the barrier falls apart again, he himself will be completely knocked back to his original shape, and he may even be severely injured.
"It's already this time, shaman, you don't still expect me to kill gods for you, do you?" Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, his body trembling, and his mind was almost taken away by the terrifying back that stood upright.
But I couldn't help but feel a little worried in my heart.
Since these black musicians are so unscrupulous, the movement in the House of Representatives will definitely not be small.
Over the years, those guys have secretly infiltrated and controlled many places. With hundreds of years of savings, regardless of connections or force, if they no longer care about the royal family and decide to use all their strength to counterattack, then Avalon will definitely be in chaos now.
I'm afraid the shaman... can't protect himself!
…
…
Avalon was in darkness at this moment.
The Great Barrier is an important defense unit of Avalon. When it collapsed, the defense plan was activated, and the nine city gates were suddenly closed, isolating the inside and outside.
The entire city is divided into sixteen parts, namely Lower Town, Middle Town and Upper Town, which are completely isolated from the inside out.
The brightly lit city fell into darkness in an instant, and the faint firelight flickered, illuminating the steel armor on the streets of the lower city.
The heavily armored garrison troops ran through the streets, faithfully obeying orders. The forces that the House of Representatives had infiltrated into the military over the years were fully activated, uprooting the shaman's strongholds on the streets one by one.
This is no longer a fight in the streets, but an outright war. In front of a regular army, any resistance would look ridiculous and ridiculous.
Throughout the lower city, there were lights everywhere in the darkness.
In the light of the burning flames, the trombone of the attack sounded, and the armored legions raised their spears and destroyed the defenses and buildings.
Wherever they passed, there was ruins and dust, and all the resisters were pierced with spears, picked up, and thrown to the street. The meandering blood left red warning lines that stung people's eyes.
In a hurry, the violent groups in the lower city could not muster any decent resistance at all, and were easily destroyed one by one, turning into debris everywhere.
Loud noises in the distance sounded one after another, which was the terrifying sound of siege ballistae razing buildings to the ground. A faint scream could be heard, and then it stopped suddenly, leaving only the low sound of the friction of armor.
The sound of iron echoed in this chaotic darkness.
There was also the sound of blood dripping.
In the messy alley, another armor was dismantled, with a huge hole in the chest and blood spurting out. A broken heart was crushed by invisible hands.
Ghost Hand gasped and roared.
boom!
The armor flew out with a bang, crashed into the crowd, and overturned the soldiers who rushed up.
He took a deep breath of the putrid air. The fishy smell of the ocean and the rotten smell of the sewer were mixed in, stinging his lungs like the embers of a fire.
Just breathing brought searing pain.
His gray hair was dyed red with blood, and his shirt was torn, revealing the tragic scars underneath. The greasy blood flowed on the invisible palm, outlining the shape of his broken arm.
That arm was amorphous and constantly transformed into various shapes. Sometimes it looked like a human hand, sometimes like an animal claw, and sometimes its five fingers were sharp and covered with scales, which was terrifying.
"the fourth time."
He panted and his legs trembled slightly: He looked really old, this was only the fourth time...
In just a few minutes, the garrison has organized four attacks, but without exception, no matter how many soldiers wearing heavy armor rushed up in formation each time, they were like waves hitting the rocks in front of the old man. Same, shattered to pieces.
On the left is the mill, and on the right is the warehouse of the steel mill. This alley is sandwiched between the two huge buildings. The narrow terrain gives him the greatest advantage.
No matter how many people rushed up, he would always have to face only a few, so he could fight calmly without fear of the opponent's huge number.
It's a pity... he can't retreat.
Don’t let anyone pass through here either…
He roared, stepped forward, wiped the sword blade and squeezed into the soldier's arms. The invisible ghost hand suddenly sank into the neck, a clear voice burst out, the cervical vertebrae shattered, and the soldier's neck suddenly broke.
Immediately, the soldier's body shook violently, and several large holes exploded in his back. The head of the crossbow pierced out of his chest and got stuck in the armor, just a hair away from his eyes.
He bent down and dodged the slashing sword edge. He closed his hands, clamped the sword edge and twisted it suddenly. The sword edge shattered. As his palms moved forward, it pierced into the eye socket of the visor and broke through the skull. , stuck in my mind.
Another soldier fell.
Immediately afterwards, a large sword struck his shoulder, wedged deeply into the bone. The ghost hand roared, and the invisible palm twisted, tearing off the soldier's head as if it had no joints, and smashed it to the ground.
The wind howled, and the armor-piercing arrow had already flown in front of him, and was grasped tightly by the invisible hand. Sparks flew and finally grazed his cheek and drove into the chest of the soldier behind him.
In the rain of blood, there was a cold light and a chaotic loud sound as the sword slashed.
Roaring sounds came and went.
But in the end, there was only an old man stained red with blood standing in the alley.
He pulled out the dagger stuck in his leg with difficulty, stood up with two layers of corpses, and stared at Ingmar with a chilling look.
"Ingmar, you waste too much time."
On the street behind Ingmar, a man in a gray cloak looked up. Ingmar trembled and stammered in defense: "Mr. Sparrow, I just... Mr. Robin asked me..."
"That's enough, I'm the head of the House now that Mockingbird is away."
The sparrow looked past him and glanced coldly at the surrounded ghost hands. His eyes passed through him, penetrated the wall, and fell into the dark room, frowning.
"Is that dying old guy the shaman?" He sneered, "I always thought he was hiding it, but I didn't expect... that he was really dying. Tsk, that's disappointing."
He raised his hand: "Don't worry, shoot the arrow!"
Then, a scalp-numbing sound sounded from the darkness.