Roaring in pain, Samuel twitched all over.
The riot spread uncontrollably, sweeping from Samuel's body to other areas.
The blood-crystal-like scepter integrated into his body, but caused his flesh and blood to change rapidly, swelling and shrivelling without warning. In an instant, countless sarcomas grew out of his body, and then quickly decayed, leaving behind huge of sores. The sore healed under the strong vitality, and then a new round of torture began.
It was like turning into a disease farm, with the distorted flesh and blood constantly appearing and disappearing, causing the body to rapidly alienate.
And in the midst of this rapid distortion, Samuel curled up on his iron chair, opened his mouth, and roared. Sharp canine teeth grew out of his mouth.
The worst-case scenario did not happen, and the scepter did not collapse at the moment of achievement.
But no one expected that Music Theory would start a riot after everything was over.
It was as if Samuel was controlling his own scepter to destroy himself.
This has never happened since ancient times.
Samuel... couldn't control his scepter
No, it's his scepter that's against him!
The moment the scepter was integrated into his body, it mutually repelled and collided with his own music theory, instantly destroying the music theory in his body. The Chapter of Fate quickly collapsed, frantically trying to escape from his body.
The scepter trembled, and no matter how much Samuel controlled it, it was like a wild horse, overturning him again and again!
His own scepter... actually contradicting himself
Simply incredible!
In an instant, the masters who were watching the ceremony woke up from their astonishment and stood up. The music theories in each other's hands were intertwined, and the chaotic melodies roared and enveloped the crazy Samuel.
The pipe organ in the central church changed rapidly and once again played the sacred melody. The layers of realms were intertwined to suppress and seal Samuel!
A halo of light fell from the sky, bound to Samuel's body, and seeped into the body bit by bit. Wherever it passed, all music theory was forcibly shackled.
This is why many masters came to watch the ceremony and the Holy City arranged the ceremony in the Cathedral of the Holy Resurrection.
If the promotion of the scepter fails, the masters and saints watching the ceremony will join forces to suppress the rioting music theory and minimize the losses.
But now, under the joint shackles of the masters, Samuel's scepter erupted with wave after wave of counterattacks, forcibly tearing the shackles, trying to break through the blockade.
Each struggle caused a large amount of Samuel's blood to evaporate, making the pain more and more painful. Now in the alchemical matrix, Samuel has turned into a skinny old man, with all his white hair falling out.
The scepter... is draining his life force!
"This is impossible..."
He suddenly stretched out his hand, stabbed it into his chest, held the crystallized scepter tightly, and roared crazily: "There shouldn't be any impurities!"
The scepter shook violently and cracked into cracks.
He screamed, his whole body slowly expanded, his skin exploded, huge bat wings sprouted from his back, and the tragic white bones were covered with bloody fascia, twitching painfully in the air.
Ye Qingxuan looked at this scene blankly, puzzled.
The scepter is in reverse, trying to control Samuel
It is almost as if it is alive. It is sucking out the life of its master, corroding the flesh and blood, trying to transform him into something that is most suitable for itself...
It's like if the shoes don't fit, you have to force them to go up two sizes!
"has a problem… "
In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the moonlight lead popped out of his hand. The threads bypassed the suppressive movement, penetrated the shell of the alchemy matrix, and connected to the core.
Riot music theory comes one after another.
The interpretation method is running wildly, once again deconstructing the operating principle of the alchemy matrix.
The massive alchemy matrix contains hundreds of movements and is three-dimensionally structured into four major areas. It would undoubtedly be a huge project to thoroughly analyze it.
But Ye Qingxuan didn't read any detailed content at all, just skimmed over all the details and went straight to the topic. Regardless of the music theory and classification in any module, only look for the abnormal parts.
With the scepter out of control, part of the alchemy matrix must have been eroded and affected. It's like a black dog mixed in with a flock of white sheep. If you look for it from this angle, it's not impossible.
In just an instant, the first layer of surface matrix—the notes of the external appearance flowed out of the world, and the deconstruction was completed!
Immediately afterwards, the creation world where music theory operates was deconstructed!
Then, the deconstruction of the element formation boundary is completed.
Until the end, Ye Qingxuan finally found the problem in the "activities world":
—The initial blood!
The original blood, which is the basis of the scepter element, is rioting!
Among the red elements, something that is definitely not Samuel is growing crazily, absorbing the power of life, forcibly changing the nature of the scepter...
It was like a dying snake waking up from the farmer's arms, opening its fangs, and injecting its venom.
Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.
It is true that many problems will arise during the promotion process of the scepter. It is absolutely impossible for the core element that is the basis of the scepter to have any other breath besides its own music theory!
Unless, The Original Blood is not his work.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned pitiful when he looked at Samuel: He is over ninety years old this year, and has been stuck in the master rank for so many years. It sounds good to say that he has accumulated a lot, but it sounds bad to say that he has made no progress.
Although the master is noble, there are hundreds of them in the world, not to mention in the holy city where masters can be made at any time. Who cares about Samuel
If for other musicians, this is just depression and blow, then for someone like Samuel who longs for power and power, the feeling of seeing the throne of the saint in front of him but being out of reach is simply It is tormented in the fire of hell.
What's more, even a guy like Wolf Flute can advance to the scepter!
Why can't I do it myself? !
The most crazy thing in the world is that the priest can touch the nun's butt but can't touch me... Although this logic is nonsense, Samuel, who has been obsessed with it all his life, can no longer tell the difference.
That's why I chose to take the risk.
Even with the help of foreign objects, the elements of the initial blood must be constructed...
Ye Qingxuan was in a daze for a moment. The next moment, his expression became determined. He pressed the wolf flute with his backhand, pulled out a dark dagger from his boot, stepped forward in two or three steps, and instantly passed through many people. The master's shackles movement went straight towards the alchemical matrix.
"Ye Zi, what are you going to do?!"
Wolf Flute's expression changed: "The alchemy matrix is operating at overload. If you interfere rashly, it will explode!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan turned the dagger in his hand upside down and stabbed downwards!
collapse! collapse! collapse!
There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, but instead a series of broken and shrill sounds sounded one after another, and then, the bloody mercury suddenly evaporated.
Ye Qingxuan covered his face and felt the hot wind sweeping through his body.
And just under the dagger, the element representing the initial blood completely fell apart.
The music theory that was on the verge of exploding suddenly collapsed, like a snake whose bones were extracted. In an instant, the alchemical matrix fell apart. Immediately afterwards, the shackles of the masters fell from the sky, completely blocking the power in the scepter.
In the dead silence, the only sound left was Samuel's screams.
The sweaty Ye Qingxuan stood up, threw away the broken dagger in his hand, and walked out of the matrix panting.
Lang Flute came forward and patted his shoulder vigorously, with an expression of admiration and no trace of the panic he had just shown: "I knew you had something to do, and I'm giving you the limelight again!"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and slumped on the chair.
Just analyzing the entire matrix had exhausted all his energy. Now he only felt that his mind was dim and his vision was dark.
The Central Holy Church is now in chaos, and the Silent Agency is urgently maintaining order. After Langdi called in a doctor from the Chant School to look at Ye Qingxuan, he found that he had just consumed too much, so he threw a blanket and a cup of hot coffee to him. Just left, and now there are people in the field who need treatment more than him.
—Samuel.
Under the joint treatment of several chant musicians, the dying Samuel was finally able to hang up his life, but now he is skin and bones, dying, and his whole body is white, like a corpse that has been drained of all the blood. Mummy, unconscious, breathing vaguely.
After emergency treatment was completed, he was put on a stretcher and taken to the hospital.
But just when the sunlight from the broken dome fell on Samuel, the fainted Samuel on the stretcher suddenly opened his eyes and let out a scream that was not like a human being.
The sunlight falling on his body was like hot iron juice, instantly scorching part of his body and turning it into fly ash. He didn't know where the power came from, and he suddenly jumped up, crawling on his hands and feet. His movements were incredibly fast, and he hid in the shadows in an instant.
"I'm thirsty..."
He screamed: "Thirsty! Give me water! Give me water quickly!"
The sound was as sharp as a wire. At the moment when everyone was stunned, Samuel suddenly jumped up and pounced on the young musician next to him who came to watch the ceremony. His sharp canine teeth tore his throat open.
Drink from the clear spring.
With a loud gurgling sound, blood flowed into his body, causing his body to recover quickly, becoming strong and ugly, still pale without a single hair on his body.
Looks like a ghoul.
"He has mutated."
Someone murmured in a low voice.
Seeing many silent musicians rushing forward, Langdi sighed and patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "Let's go, we have nothing to do here anymore."
"Samuel has fallen?" Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice.
"Maybe." Langdi lit a cigarette and said in a low voice, "Look, how does he look like a human being? The best ending for the rest of his life is to live in the underground palace of the Tower of Judgment."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, "There is also an underground palace in the Tower of Judgment?"
"Probably not."
Langdi shook his head: "Everyone said no, but it seems there is no more."
Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant.
"Stop being in a daze, let's go, it's our turn to work."
Wolf Flute turned around and walked towards the carriage at the door: "After waiting for so long, it should finally be effective."
Before he finished speaking, a second roar came.
Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked in the direction behind him.
Very far away, black smoke emitted from the steel Tower of Judgment, and a big hole opened.
…
…
At this moment, the Tower of Judgment is littered with corpses.
Charles stared blankly at the scattered corpses outside the cage, as if he had seen them somewhere before, and they were extremely familiar—perhaps in his hallucinations, or perhaps in his life.
Those are the guards of the Tower of Judgment. They are pretty good people, although sometimes they are very fierce. Two others had just gotten married and had children. Sometimes Charles went to get close to them. When they were happy, they would give Charles cigarettes to smoke.
Now they are all dead.
What was seen in hallucinations became reality.
He fell into a trance and completely forgot what the purpose of coming here was. But soon, a loud noise broke out and the iron door shattered.
In the pool of blood outside the door, Constantine walked out of the cage, spread his hands, and let the rescuer put the black robe on him.
"Get up, Ciel."
Constantine stared at the distracted Ciel and stretched out his hand:
"Let's go, I'll take you to see the sun."