In the hidden temple, he bent down and looked at the thing in front of him that was less than half a person tall.
It is obviously not something that originally existed here, but was brought into it by later generations.
The copper cauldron-like creation looks like a budding lotus, with fine details and rigorous production, without any gaps in its body. Ye Qingxuan carefully put on the mask and gloves, opened its outer cover, and counted the large and small grooves in it:
"Blending pool, fusion pool, training pool..."
In many grooves, mold has grown due to being left alone for a long time, and the sink has become turbid and exudes a foul smell. The internal delicate circuits have been blocked and patina has spread.
This culture cauldron, which cost more than ten thousand gold, has been completely destroyed due to neglect of maintenance.
This is special alchemy equipment. For ordinary musicians, this kind of thing is useless. It can neither be used as a weapon, nor can it play music.
It is an auxiliary device specially made for certain chant musicians.
The main use is…
—Cultivation of viruses!
Ye Qingxuan held on to his last hope, stretched out his hand, and scooped out a remaining white spot from the bottom of the culture cauldron: Under the observation of the Eye of Silence, the white spot was magnified thousands of times in an instant.
It can be vaguely seen that countless dead viruses have dissolved, but there are still a few "survivors" with vitality active among them.
Ye Qingxuan, a layman, couldn't understand what they were, and the Eye of Silence was not a professional analysis device. He couldn't determine what principles this virus was based on and what effect it could achieve.
If only he knew one thing.
The virus found in this culture cauldron was exactly the same as the virus he saw in the church!
When he confirmed this matter, his heart completely sank to the bottom.
A few years ago, the strange influenza virus that broke out overnight and infected the entire Auschwitz came from this culture cauldron.
At the same time, there are still traces of the arrival of the Yellow King on the scene.
What's more, everyone in the world knows... The current generation of the Yellow King is the only talented musician in hundreds of years. In addition to his excellent attainments in alchemy, he has reached unprecedented levels in the chant faction. high.
Now you say that this plague was not caused by the Yellow King.
Who believes it
Anyway, Ye Qingxuan believed it.
—I dare not believe it.
If this is what King Huang did, then he should think carefully about what the Holy City means...
Because of their demon blood, the Romulus people have been driven to desolate lands like Auschwitz, but in the eyes of the countries, they are still a cancer that must be eliminated without hesitation using this method...
Caligula once showed him the scales on his legs and told him: "We have paid too much for this sin of birth." At that time, Ye Qingxuan didn't understand what he meant, but now that he thinks about it, he I'm afraid I already vaguely know something.
If all this is the instruction of the Holy City, then...
"You are so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, and after thinking for a moment, he took out his cane and lit it on the cultivation cauldron.
In the blazing electric light, the culture cauldron quickly melted and twisted, and finally turned into a pool of hot iron juice whose original appearance was unrecognizable.
It's like the inscription of the Silent Eye is right.
—Sometimes, knowing the truth is not an easy thing.
He was determined to keep the secret here completely rotten in his stomach.
The relationship is too big, and you must not tell anyone, or even let others find out that you have entered this place. Otherwise, if the news leaks out, he doesn't want to "die" inexplicably.
So many assassins raised by various countries are not just for free.
Moreover, there is the nightmare cloud above all musicians - the silent organ.
The only thing he could do was to leave here immediately after going out and find an excuse to take Elder Caligula and Elsa to other places. He believed that with the capabilities of the fifth department, there should be no problem in hiding two people.
Before leaving, he took one last look at the statue. The statue seemed to be looking down at him, half of its face hidden in the darkness, and the corners of its mouth were slightly raised, as if in mockery.
Soon, he withdrew his gaze, closed the door, extinguished the sacred fire, and looked back, but there was no trace left.
But just as he was carefully eliminating his remaining clues, he suddenly felt a sudden shock above his head and dust falling. The dome cracked, leaving a huge gap.
"earthquake?"
He subconsciously muttered to himself, but immediately he felt the blood in his chest flowing fiercely like boiling, and the moonlight flashed, making it almost impossible to suppress.
Because I sensed the overwhelming aura of the abyss...
"Black musician!"
He was stunned, staring blankly at the Eye of Silence. Under the induction of the blood of heaven and man, the huge ether source with the music theory of the abyss flashed and appeared. Soon, whether near or far, enough black musicians were sensed. Close to a hundred people!
And just above the sky, there is a twisted wave so huge that it can be faintly sensed in the underground palace through the rock formations...
He rushed out of the underground palace.
Just below the mine, a charred body fell from the sky, and hot blood rained down.
He looked up and saw through the miserable crack that the dark sky was red with flames and was as bright as day.
Like dusk in hell.
…
He had no time to hesitate and climbed out of the mine quickly. As soon as he poked his head out, he saw chaos and killings.
Surrounded by a group of monsters, Torre fought all the way, and the monsters in front of him fell apart one after another.
Seeing Ye Qingxuan, his eyes lit up.
"Ye Qingxuan, you saw Casper..."
Before he finished speaking, several cold rays of light came towards his face.
The silver nail rubbed in the air until it turned red, and poured straight into his throat. Then the horn roared, and the flames exploded, burning him into a ball of charcoal from the inside out.
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand expressionlessly and recalled his silver nails.
"Who are you kidding when you play illusions in front of me?"
The body fell to the ground.
That thing had no face, and its face was blank. As its vitality passed away, it quickly became rigid, and those soft scales that were constantly changing colors quickly stiffened and withered.
In the end, there was only ashes so blackened that the original appearance could not be seen.
"—Faceless Actor."
Ye Qingxuan bent down, picked through the ashes, and found the remaining half of the bone fragment. The bone fragment on the head looked like a mask, with a mocking smile.
This is the offspring cultivated by the Dark Lords with the power of Mother Earth. Unlike cannon fodder like the Lost, demons like the Faceless Actor who are born with the power of illusion are the best assassins.
As long as they have seen it from a distance, they can imitate it so closely that they cannot tell the difference in a hurry. Moreover, this kind of ghost is proficient in the "method of mimicry" of the illusion school, and can imitate almost all music, except for the powerful ones. Big discount, almost no other flaws.
Not to mention playing the role of a musician, there are even faceless actors playing the role of a pillow person, and no one noticed it for five or six years in a row.
Unfortunately, no matter how much he changes, he is still a monster at heart. The moonlight was stimulated just a few dozen steps away. In a hurry, it was unprepared for Ye Qingxuan's sudden attack, and directly released the "Night on the Barren Mountain" stored in the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant, and used the firepower of the torture rack to greet him, killing him with one blow, so as not to cause any trouble.
Otherwise, if the delay continues, who knows what else this guy can do.
This kind of disguise is naturally no hindrance to myself, but... what about others
Ye Qingxuan looked around, and under the induction of the Eye of Silence, Auschwitz was literally glowing red. It was like entering another world in an instant and falling into the black musician's lair.
"Is everything going to be okay with the others?"
…
…
"Rubbish!"
Surrounded by a group of monsters, Grant snorted coldly, and the armor all over his body burned to red, with a dazzling light. As the music played, dazzling flames spewed out from the soil under his feet one after another, swallowing up one after another. of demons.
Under the terrifying firepower comparable to that of a crematorium, the monsters that rushed forward were instantly reduced to ashes. Unfortunately, those ghosts were like insects, crawling out from behind the crypts and walls in a steady stream, and they could not be killed no matter what. over.
One died, and ten more appeared. After swallowing the ashes of their companions, their bodies expanded rapidly, becoming more and more ferocious. Those things rushed forward one after another, neighing and surrounding him.
"Glen! Don't delay!"
Not far away, Torre led Casper to fight a way, and looked back at him: "Go first, join the others..."
“What’s the problem if there’s more of this garbage?”
Grant grabbed a demon casually, closed his iron fist, and turned the struggling demon into ashes in his hands, laughing maniacally as he pulled out the long sword from his waist.
Musicians rarely wear swords, because for musicians, ordinary weapons cannot compare with the music. But Gulen's group of musicians took a different approach, integrating swordsmanship with music. They wore swords and armor and looked more like warriors than musicians. When fighting, he is as desperate as a samurai.
As the sword was drawn out, the flames all over the place suddenly choked. The frantic wind pressure wrapped around the blade, almost forming a substance, and a vague layer of whiteness could be seen.
Wherever the long sword passed, there was invisible wind pressure that split the earth, and blood spattered.
Grant leapt into the demons and was invincible to those who stood in his way. The sword in his hand moved horizontally and vertically, stirring up a sea of scarlet. In an instant, all the demons were wiped out.
Among the corpses everywhere, Grant sneered, sheathed his sword, and looked back at Torre:
"Look, these people..."
Before he finished speaking, the flesh and blood all over the place suddenly rushed toward him as if they were alive. Suddenly, Grant's whole body was swallowed up by flesh and blood. The flesh and blood instantly turned into a rotten appearance, as if countless corpses had been sewn together in a clumsy way. Even the stitches were made of sparkling white bones, which looked extremely miserable.
The giant stitching corpse roared, its huge "head" twisted, and stared at the place where Torre was.
Immediately afterwards, a red fire light lit up from his belly, the giant sutured corpse screamed, and the flame-ridden Grenn burst out of his belly.
But now, the iron armor all over his body has been completely corroded and softened by the terrible acid, and even his skin is almost gone, leaving only a layer of miserable blood.