In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the moonlight lit up, revealing the truth.
Just when the Clothes of Original Sin merged with his current body, he finally got a glimpse of Crowley's true face.
In that darkness condensed into substance, countless small notes connect with each other to construct completely different intervals, like a huge movement.
With just a glance, Ye Qingxuan was able to distinguish countless profound music theories that were extremely far away from him, including changes, revelations, summonses, and even prohibitions... Those different and profound music theories merged with each other under the control of the same crazy will. In one furnace, it fell into the power of the abyss.
With the ether, the utensils took on physical form.
This is the true form of the Clothes of Original Sin—an artifact engraved with the Seal of Fate and even a scepter!
But in the complex movement of "The Clothes of Original Sin", there are countless tiny notes that come and go, the music theory is intertwined, and countless chaotic scores are entangled in the same place.
Those musical scores vaguely formed a ferocious face, which changed with Crowley's expression, like crying, laughing, angry and miserable, which aroused people's minds and made people unable to help but get involved. The faces are happy and angry together.
Just like the alchemist of Romulus replaced human will with the spirituality of music, in the movement of music theory, a will that is not inferior to human beings was actually formed.
No, it originally came from human will!
Moonlight traced back to the source at that moment. Ye Qingxuan relied on interpretation methods to find the key point from countless chaotic music theories - by summoning the school to feed the animal nature, the fragments were forcibly cut from the personality and integrated into the spirituality of the music. Among…
This is where Crowley comes from.
—That’s a fragment of someone’s personality, a “wild beast” created by soul fission!
However, who can create the Clothes of Original Sin and at the same time integrate fragments of their own personality into it and become one with it
When Ye Qingxuan thought of this, his expression suddenly became extremely bitter.
Do you still need to ask
There is only one person who can do it.
"You are 'Paganini', right?"
He stared at Crowley and said word by word: "You are the personality fragment from 'Paganini'... Paganini cut out the craziest and darkest part of his personality, and you were born. !”
Crowley looked at Ye Qingxuan, half-smiling, but his eyes changed.
Amidst the ferocity and teasing, a glimmer of admiration and exclamation flashed through, and soon it turned into a chilling murderous intention.
"Are you Ye Qingxuan?"
He stared at the young man behind Wolf Flute and nodded slightly: "He is indeed the genius that Naberis admired so much from me. That guy with eyes higher than his head is indeed right."
"What did he say?" Ye Qingxuan felt a chill on the back of his head.
"If a person like you cannot become a 'confidant', then over time, he will definitely become a 'big problem'!" Crowley narrowed his eyes:
"It's a pity... you won't have such a chance!"
At that moment, Langdi's expression suddenly changed, he stretched out his hand and suddenly pushed Ye Qingxuan away.
Ye Qingxuan staggered back, only to feel a flash of silver light before his eyes, the light and shadow changed, and countless scenes and phantoms passed by in an instant. In the last moment, he only saw a pitch-black darkness engulfing him. In just an instant, the "Sword Dancer" armor became rusty, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years.
Moonlight only lasted for a moment before being completely defeated.
He spurted out a mouthful of blood and felt like everything was burning inside.
In a moment of dazzling, under the scepter of Wolf Flute, he instantly jumped into the etheric realm, and used it as a springboard to return to the material realm.
In an instant, they were hundreds of meters away.
And right there, everything was swallowed up by the huge darkness.
However, this time, the power was as huge as the scorching sun, causing violent waves in the sea of ether.
Dark colors rose into the sky, almost covering the entire city faintly. It called for the power of the abyss, causing the huge wind tunnel to open again.
Like a ring of darkness.
It shrouded the top of the city, pressing down inch by inch!
At the highest point of the city, the holy fire swayed.
"Damn it, I don't know what kind of medicine was put into this shabby clothes, it's so powerful that it's a mess."
The hoarse sound of the wolf whistle sounded in his ears: "Leave us alone, run away first! Those guys must have arranged something. This city will sink into the abyss. You must find that damn little Romulus girl baby!"
"Then what?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
"Then you know what to do."
Wolf Flute's answer was extremely calm, so calm that it made him feel scared. Then, the sound disappeared, the moonlight lead broke, and the wolf whistle severed the synchronicity between the two.
At the last moment, he could only vaguely feel that something terrible had changed on the other side.
…
And in that darkness, half of Wolf Flute's body had been corroded, the silver wolf's hair was stained with gray, and the wolves were fighting angrily in the darkness.
"Send that brat away like that? You are too confident in his plane."
Crowley looked at him with a strange smile: "Without your protection, he would have been swallowed up by this city without any bones left."
"You are overthinking. Why does that guy need my protection?" Langdi said lightly: "He is the representative of the Royal School, the hope and future of the Anglo School, and even the Angel..."
"Is it?"
Crowley shook his head nonchalantly, with a stern look in his eyes: "Then let Angelou's hope and future be buried with you!"
Wails sounded.
Darkness swallowed everything.
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Thousands of meters above sea level, strong winds roared in the sky.
Ye Qingxuan felt like he was being blown away by the terrifying hurricane, like a leaf.
He hated his weak physique more than ever before. Why not take some time to exercise? Even if he wasn't as muscular as those fitness freaks, at least he wouldn't be blown away.
Obviously all the elements in Faust's world have been fixed, but Ye Qingxuan still feels the torrent of ether rushing around him, like a violent torrent in the depths of the ocean.
Here, the material world and the etheric world have highly overlapped, and the waves in the nine-layer etheric sea have penetrated into reality. At the top of the city, in the huge temple, it was like a 10,000-ton floodgate was opened, and the ether turned into hurricanes and torrents, sweeping in all directions.
The terrifying ether density far exceeding the black area was almost condensing into a solid body. Just being in it gave Ye Qingxuan a feeling of suffocation.
He pulled out the steel nails from the damaged armor, riveted himself to the steps, and trudged forward step by step, like a lonely climber.
On both sides of this exaggerated step, which is thousands of meters long, are covered with various exquisite and dark sculptures, including suffering saints, lonely walkers, meditating girls, dying old men, tired businessmen, fearful people, etc. officials, furious emperor...
The weaknesses in the hearts of all people in the world are gathered here, transformed into lifelike statues, and frozen into magnificent works of art. Each one is perfect and touching, and can make people feel the heart of the characters in the work.
And right at the end of the long steps is the temple standing at the highest point of the city.
Ye Qingxuan resisted the torrent of ether and moved forward with difficulty, approaching step by step without daring to make a sound.
In the black area, even slightly higher sounds can cause changes. And in such a terrifying ether density here, a slight cough may cause an incredible chain reaction.
For example, the most common one is explosion...
He was crawling in the oil made by the alchemist. Just a spark would completely wipe him out.
By the time he climbed up the last set of stairs, all his armor had been shattered by the torrent, and his outer clothes were rapidly decaying, like a beggar.
Fortunately, the small source in the body can still be used, and the effect is even extraordinary. The sweeping ether torrent replenished the empty source and restored all Ye Qingxuan's energy.
It even made his condition incredibly good.
When we arrived in front of the temple gate, the crazy torrent had completely disappeared. It's like the calmest eye in a tornado, calm and calm.
But even through the thick door, he could feel the terrifying fetal movement in the temple, which was like burning stars.
In that sacred fire, countless jaw-droppingly complex music theories were quickly born and intertwined to form some kind of magnificent structure that Ye Qingxuan had never seen before.
It was something terrifying that far exceeded the Chapter of Destiny, beyond the Clothes of Original Sin, and beyond his imagination.
If that thing can still be called music, then there is no doubt that it will be a terrifying power that surpasses common sense.
However, the larger the piece of music, the more powerful spirituality it needs to match. It's like the spirituality of the Chapter of Fate is enough to replace ordinary people's souls and dominate the human body.
So, where does the spirituality in the sacred flame come from
He didn't dare to think about it.
He just pushed on the door with all his strength, and amidst the roar, he pushed the huge door open a little - it was like the door to heaven was opened, and the light and power behind the door reflected on his face.
He held his breath and fell into a daze.
really…
In the huge hall, on the altar, the holy fire that gathered all the fires of Romulus and the souls of countless ancestors was burning vigorously, absorbing the power of heaven and the abyss, releasing a magnificent and shocking melody.
And in the flames, Elsa fell asleep.
In the crack on her chest, the sacred fire has condensed into substance, turning into the crystallization of some kind of miracle. The crystal came from the flames, and countless memories and souls burned in it—including her own.
Everything is just to create a true miracle in the sacred flame.
"Those Romulus people want to use it to forge a scepter, or even something more terrifying, which can be called..."
A hoarse voice pondered for a moment and found a satisfactory description:
"—The core of the natural disaster."