He froze on the spot, staring blankly at the Gate of Hades in front of him - it seemed that after hundreds of years, without the maintenance and regular inspections of future generations, the music theory matrix inside it had collapsed into a mass of pulp. paste. With the slightest interference from outside forces, it quickly collapsed.
The speed is unbelievable.
As the Gate of Hades collapsed, shrill cracking sounds came one after another. The mud puppet army that was violently attacking froze in place, then quickly melted and collapsed, returning to the mud again, and was no longer seen.
"Is this the end?"
"we won!"
"After all, they are outdated puppets. Although they have many tricks, they are too rigid. Once the rules are figured out, they have no threat at all. No matter how many they are, they will not pose a threat."
"Is the underground palace open?"
In an instant, everyone's voices were heard, and they eagerly came to the door, eager to explore.
"Wait a minute! Don't worry."
Ye Qingxuan stopped in front of them, still feeling that something was wrong: "Don't you think anything is wrong?"
In the commotion, some people looked serious and thoughtful, but others didn't take it seriously. They just thought Ye Qingxuan was making alarmist remarks and questioned him one after another.
In this regard, Ye Qingxuan was speechless: he couldn't figure out what went wrong. Even "something is wrong" is just an inexplicable feeling.
Soon, the door roared and slowly opened.
Dust fell softly and landed on his hair, waking him up from his reverie.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, turned back in surprise, and frowned:
"Who drove it?"
No one responded.
In front of the door, Colt and Torre also looked at him in astonishment. The three of them looked at each other and suddenly understood something. Each other's expressions changed drastically and turned pale.
No one opens the door here.
In other words... the door was pushed open from the inside!
"—Tidilus."
Just behind the door, in the darkness that seemed to be substantial, someone was singing hoarsely.
The putrid miasma haze spread, and a tall, thin and dry figure staggered forward, with chains around his ankles, making a harsh sound as it was dragged on the ground.
The chains seemed to be burned red as they rubbed against the ground, sparks bursting out.
"—Tidilus!"
The voice that has been through suffering and full of pain sings hoarsely: "You lie down under the canopy of the zelkova trees and use your slender reed flute to try to play the clear songs of the mountains and forests."
In the darkness, the rickety figure slowly straightened up. The sound of the joints rubbing together was like broken wood, full of pain. Just like that, he walked into the hall outside the door, and his face was revealed in the firelight.
At his feet the chains of pain still sang loudly:
"Look at me—"
It sang: "Look at me! I am about to leave this beautiful hometown and go into exile, but you are still sitting in the shade as you please!"
The flickering dim firelight illuminated its face, making people feel chilled all over.
It was a skeleton that had long since dried up and decayed.
It came from the darkness, passed through the opened door of Hades, and stepped into this solemn palace. The withered body was still wearing a pure white robe. Although the silver thread tattoo on it had been broken and decayed, it still had a strange solemnity.
Even though he was still shackled on his feet and became a prisoner.
Only now did everyone see that there was nothing above his neck. The severed head was being held in his right hand.
Someone poured molten gold into his mouth, changing his face beyond recognition, making him ugly and hideous, but his lips still opened and closed, chewing the blackened gold, and sang "Pastoral" hoarsely.
In his left hand, he holds a sacred and solemn scepter.
The scepter suddenly fell to the ground and made a sonorous sound, like a whip in everyone's heart.
From the moment he stepped out of the gate of Hades, the sea of ether was filled with violent waves, shaking with his hoarse singing voice.
Only now did Ye Qingxuan suddenly realize why the Gate of Hades collapsed so easily—because all the source of power of the Gate of Hades had been connected to this skeleton!
Through the Eyes of Silence, he could see that countless golden rays of light extending from the entire underground palace were wrapped around the skeleton - that was the music theory that should have been wrapped around the gate of Hades - at this moment, it was the entire matrix. The core, the controller of the Gate of Hades!
Moreover, even without the blessing of external power, this ghost thing is enough to make people's hearts palpitate.
That's a complete...
"The remains of the saint!"
Someone finally recognized his origin, screamed and staggered back: "Those madmen! Those Romulus people actually... actually made the saint's body into... such a ghost thing!"
Just in front of the gate, the saint's body, which had been dusty for hundreds of years, slowly stepped forward, dragging its shackles.
In its hand, the head singing a pastoral song seemed to evoke a sneer.
His eyes were filled with blazing anger.
It opened its mouth and roared silently.
The scepter suddenly fell.
-collapse!
Then, the roar of landslides and earth cracks came in response to the call.
Like a waterfall falling from the sky, endless mud roars in.
Amidst the boiling sound of the quagmire, countless burly clay warriors walked out of it again.
The hundreds of clay warriors holding square shields and spears seemed to be marching from the underworld. At this moment, in the hall, they were half-kneeling on the ground, bowing to the "prisoner" who walked out of the gate of the underworld. Head, with the purest respect.
Welcome their leader back!
"Leader...that's it!"
Ye Qingxuan felt as if he had been struck by thunder, and his chaotic thoughts suddenly opened up: until now, he finally understood what was wrong.
In those Romulus phalanxes, there were spear throwers, harpooneers, warriors equipped with square shields and short swords... and even chariots! But there was only one thing missing.
They have always relied on established procedures and patterns to expel foreign invaders, but they have no leader, a commander to rule them.
And how much combat effectiveness can a legion without a commander exert
Now, Ye Qingxuan finally understood why it was so easy to crack the Gate of Hades.
This is probably part of the design of those Romulus people who have long since died! When the core of the Gate of Hades determines that pure defense can no longer resist the intruder, the music theory changes will interrupt the defense, directing and injecting all power into the remains of the saints behind the Gate of Hades.
Immediately afterwards, when the intruder thought he had broken the restriction, he was ecstatic. The saint's body will walk out of the gate of Hades, leading the endless Romulus phalanx to kill all incoming enemies to ashes!
It’s all a routine! This full of scheming is simply vicious to the bone!
Ye Qingxuan only felt his scalp numb: those Romulus ghosts back then really tried their best to prevent others from digging up their graves after their death.
—What should I do now
Those who can be called saints are undoubtedly strong men who are unparalleled in the world during their lifetime. It controls the wind and rain in the material world, and also has its own domain in the etheric world.
Although the power in the physical world has dissipated with the death of the saint, there is no doubt that the scepter still remains in the etheric world.
In other words, the corpse in front of you has at least created the master of the scepter! Moreover, with the continuous blessings from the alchemical matrix-Gate of Hades spread throughout the underground palace, the power can be said to be inexhaustible.
In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the skeleton was simply a huge whirlpool. In addition to the dazzling light like a scorching sun on his right hand and in his skull, the "scepter" on his left hand also had countless music theory entanglements.
—Chapter of Fate!
That is a unique piece of music written by all the hearts, souls and wills of the saint before his death!
In full view of everyone, the saint's body straightened up and slowly raised the cracked scepter. Then, the loud sound of the horn came from the void, and the sacred realm was about to descend here.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's cane suddenly fell to the ground, and the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant burst out with a cold and sharp sound.
From the backpack, dozens of silver nails shot out, and countless chains intertwined out of thin air, turning into a snare and tightening, locking the saint's body in place.
In the blink of an eye, cracks appeared on the chain, and Ye Qingxuan felt that what he was bound to was not a dead thing, but an active volcano. Just the force of the counter-shock made his vision go dark and blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
The next moment, the silver nails piercing the saint's body silently turned into dust, and the chains fell apart.
What Ye Qingxuan wants to bind is not a separate body. What he is fighting is a realm descending from the etheric realm, the power of miracles summoned by the Chapter of Destiny.
It's like going head-on against the entire Shadow of Avalon...
It's like a mantis trying to control the car.
Ridiculous and ridiculous.
And at this moment, everyone finally realized what kind of enemy they were facing.
No need to hesitate.
No need to shout.
No communication is required.
At that moment, everyone woke up their instruments in unison and released their strongest destructive music towards the skeleton!
If you stay dumbfounded and let this ghost fully unfold the scepter, then there will be a one-sided killing... Just think about it with your toes and you can think of hundreds of horrible death situations!
For a third-level or fourth-level musician, trying to confront a saint in his domain is as hopeless and futile as a chicken confronting a butcher on a chopping board.
That is qualitative crushing.
No matter how fast the chicken claws are swung, they can never be compared to the decapitated kitchen knife.
Therefore, if you want to struggle for a way out, do it before being put on the chopping board!
In an instant, frantic movements continued to sound, and those fierce melodies collided, resonating with the sea of ether, evolving into a blazing light of destruction.
The earth's fire surges, the thunder shines...
In the roar, countless blazing streams of light fell from the sky, completely covering the strange saint's body.