boom!
At that moment, everyone saw it.
On the scepter, light burst out again. If it was as bright as the scorching sun before, then now it is like stepping into the Kingdom of God, and everywhere it goes, everything is burning flames.
To completely purify all mortals into nothingness!
The hoarse songs of the saints echoed on the earth as if they were circulating in heaven. Between heaven and earth, they were all songs praising the great Romulus.
"Ye Qingxuan..."
Colt turned around in shock. In his eyes, he could naturally see the vague connection between Ye Qingxuan and the saint's body, as well as the etheric fluctuations that had just erupted on his body.
At that moment, he felt a huge and cold light and shadow brewing from the young man's chest, and then disappeared without a trace. Like a moon shadow revealed among layers of dark clouds, it is far away and out of reach.
But then, the saint's bones seemed to have taken a big tonic, and the firepower was fully activated in an instant, the Chapter of Fate sang loudly, and the glory field was completely activated!
Everyone's situation suddenly reached a precarious level...
Even if Colt thought with his toes, he knew it must be Ye Qingxuan's fault!
"Asshole! What are you doing!"
Soon, he had no time to care about Ye Qingxuan. He could feel that above his head, on the dome where the light was blazing and surging like a tide, something was coming.
In the huge palace, the pastoral song returns to the scene.
In full view, the saint's body rose into the air. The cracked scepter transformed into a scorching sun, shining in all directions and spreading endless light. Immediately afterwards, countless huge shadows emerged from the light, like gods looking down from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the earth trembled, and under the cover of light, countless cheering voices suddenly appeared in the silent hall. Just above the wall, layers of stone steps appeared out of thin air.
On the stone steps, countless figures in white robes slowly emerged. They watched the showdown between the musicians and the Romulus Legion in the hall, dancing, applauding and cheering.
At this moment, this place and this scene, covered by the scepter field, is no longer an empty and deserted palace, but has turned into a sacred duel place built by the legendary Romulus people.
Romulus Arena!
Since its construction until it was destroyed by natural disasters, countless gladiators, beasts, and musicians have dueled, fought, and won in this arena. Countless people have died in front of the audience, or won, and boarded the The strongest throne.
In the hearts of all Romulus, this is the holy land, the paradise of warriors and combatants.
And now, amid the cheers, admiration and magnificent songs of countless spectators singing in unison, the clay puppet army looked up to the sky and roared, raising the daggers and spears in their hands. The originally burly body rose again, and his hair burned like a fire. He stepped on the ground, his short sword struck the square shield, and he let out a uniform shout.
Amidst the shouts, the phantoms of bulls and falcons emerged from the square array.
In the legend, the Romulus people claimed to be the blood descendants of the gods, but now this group of clay and wooden soldiers seemed to have really become the sons of the gods.
The shouts were like thunder, the march was like wind, and the fighting power more than doubled.
The defenses of dozens of musicians were destroyed in an instant, and the originally precarious front was overwhelmed almost instantly. If it weren't for the fact that several musicians used various high-intensity defensive movements regardless of the cost, defeat would have been almost a foregone conclusion.
And the realm of glory above the scepter continues to rise...
When the real chapter of destiny unfolds, it will definitely not have such a small effect. When the realm is truly completely constructed, there will be countless priests, nobles, and emperors in the audience. In addition to the blessed phalanx legions, the duelists on the field will face, there will also be giants, phantom beasts, and even real gods who will step down from the altar to duel with the mortal braves!
But at this moment, the rapidly expanding field suddenly stagnated.
Undue stagnation.
There was a fatal gap in the chanting, as if it was suddenly choked. There is a huge loophole in the evolutionary music theory that should never exist.
In the sky, in the hand of the saint's body, the cracked scepter... suddenly cracked a new hole!
In an instant, the light flashed and the field moved.
If the original legion was abnormal as if they had taken drugs, then now it seems that they had taken fake medicine, and the potency of the medicine has changed, causing abnormalities. But it only took an instant for it to return to normal.
Too fast to be noticed.
But it couldn't escape Colt's eyes.
"I see… "
He suddenly realized what Ye Qingxuan was up to.
That guy didn't destroy the Chapter of Destiny. Competing with the chapter of destiny left by a saint is as ridiculous as a mantis trying to use its arms as a chariot. If the musical structure is touched, the ensuing backlash will be enough to destroy his sanity and cause him to explode and die.
And what Ye Qingxuan did was not to destroy, but to repair...
The current field is like those antique clocks in the black-hearted boss Hermes' shop. After thousands of years, many of their parts have become ineffective or even stopped due to lack of maintenance.
Although the occasional operation is fine for the time being, if you don't replace parts in time and keep winding it up, problems will occur sooner or later.
But now, Ye Qingxuan used some damn method to integrate his own power into the Chapter of Fate, and then deliberately used it to be extremely rough and pulpy, tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall. In short, he repaired it in a way that will definitely cause endless troubles. All loopholes and flaws as far as the eye can see.
Immediately afterwards, he fully catalyzed the operation of music theory and pushed the performance of the movement to the highest peak!
Perhaps, you may not see any shortcomings in a short period of time, but it will feel that it runs smoothly. However, once the Chapter of Fate reaches the top and the complicated and huge music theory system really starts to operate, layers of shortcomings will be revealed.
It's okay to let an old man take a walk, but if you put on knee braces, inject banned drugs, and let him run a marathon... then it would be a lot of fun!
Bang!
On the scepter, a tragic gap once again cracked open.
But the power of that field has once again climbed to a new level. All the soldiers of the legion erupted with a layer of substantial flames. Almost the entire army seemed to have entered the legendary Eastern legendary movement "Yellow Turban Transformation". field.
Divine power is at work on earth.
Even if there are endless troubles, the current strength has not been compromised at all.
Colt almost broke his teeth.
That guy was simply making a huge gamble with everyone's lives.
—Can these novices, who have just started track and field, hold on until they wear out this old man who has won the decathlon championship
This time, he wasn't even 50% sure.
Just as his expression changed, the melody of the Chapter of Fate once again reached a new level.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three miserable cracks burst from the scepter in a row, but the light was like a sea, endless!
Even if the scorching sun is already crumbling...
In an instant, the bodies of all the musicians trembled, and the urge to kneel down and worship emerged in their hearts... After surpassing the reality-distorting power of the distortion class, what was brewing on the scepter was already an out-and-out divine power. !
"...Is it inevitable after all?"
In front, Torre looked up at the brutal sunlight, sighed, lowered his head, looked at his brother, and waved gently.
"Casper, come here."
Surrounded by those layers of beastly maws, Casper seemed to hear it, turned his head suddenly, and then used all four limbs together to rush over, as fast as a black wolf.
Torre stretched out his hand and he stopped.
Then Torre's palm pressed on his forehead.
"Sorry, Casper."
Torre's eyes were lowered and he murmured softly. On his wrist, fine rings of notes emerged, rotating and riveting each other, and finally, they wandered and extended, spreading to Casper's face.
The chain-like notes sank into his facial features, going deeper. In just a moment, they came to the skull, connecting with each other, condensing music theory, and controlling the ether to transform into an invisible key.
Torre closed his eyes and turned the "key".
[—Seal of superficial humanity·unlocked]
For a moment, Casper froze on the spot, his limbs twitched, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little, sinking into darkness.
In the last moment, he stared at Torre, his lips opened and closed as if speaking, and the voice called out softly and vaguely:
"elder brother… "
He closed his eyes and opened them again, revealing a shocking scarlet color.
In an instant, one after another animalistic roars sounded from the void around him, and countless tragic screams continued to emerge, as if invisible beasts were fighting each other.
Thousands.
That is the mournful song of dying beasts and the rebirth of demons!
Countless invisible beasts continued to die, but the dead animal nature was reborn in Casper's body. With the blockage of human nature, it dominated his body, causing a red flame-like shadow to appear in the ether sea.
A strong resonance burst out from Casper's body, and with his hoarse roar, it shook the sea of ether, reflecting on the red and fiery shadow. So the phantom covered his body, causing the skinny young man's body to expand and change, and his whole body erupted with fire like lava.
The catastrophic fire stung everyone's eyes, but in an instant, the slovenly and embarrassed young man disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there was a ball of blazing fire rising into the sky. In the raging fire, a long tail like a giant dragon swept out, followed by jet-black hair flowing with lava, which squirmed like a poisonous snake.
Immediately afterwards, three huge heads spit out the breath of sulfur and came out with eyes bathed in flames. From their mouths, dark venom slowly dripped out and fell to the ground, corroding the floor with a hissing sound.
The miasma of poison spreads. The warriors of Romulus were eroded by the miasma, and they quickly lost the power from the myth and returned to their original form...
On the head, the four eyes looked around, and wherever the eyes glanced, they quickly turned to stone, solidified, and became stiff.
In an instant, the fire expanded and turned into the gate of hell.
Thus, the man-made demon, which had gathered the efforts of countless musicians from the summoning school for hundreds of years, walked out of the fire.
Roar!
After hundreds of years of gathering, it was a beastly nature that was so strong that it was beyond the control of any human being. Just looking at him, one would feel his reason being destroyed and tremble from the bottom of his heart.
—Hellhound!