boom!
In an instant, it was overwhelming!
That is not the real weight, but the terrifying gravity brought by the music theory itself.
In the abyss that is about to collapse, there are countless music theories that are violently moving and changing. There are countless births and deaths at every moment, and countless numbers that are unimaginable for mortals are constantly beating in it.
What it brings is unprecedented "weight"!
Some scholars once suggested that before the Dark Ages, mankind may have experienced a catastrophe. Meteorites came from the sky, fell to the world, and smashed into the depths of the earth's crust, causing horrific earthquakes and aftermath.
The transformation of the earth's axis caused the four seasons to become disordered, dust rose, and everything was sealed in the cold winter.
Thousands of years, ten thousand years...
Those were countless dark hours.
But now, what the Hundred-Eyed Man has brought is a disaster no less severe than this!
Using his own scepter "Abyss" as a weapon, he threw it from the etheric realm and crashed into the material world in an attitude of sharing the fate of both the enemy and ourselves!
Gods are immortal, but what about mortals
Anyway, he has already paid the price of his sleep. The Hundred-Eyed One is not stingy about sacrificing more things, but also wants to completely smash the fundamental system that is stable in the material world to pieces!
Once the abyss breaks out in the material world, it will cause tragic consequences that humans cannot predict.
The huge cyclic chain formed by ether between the material world, the sea of ether, the ether world, and even the ultimate source will be completely broken.
After losing the circulation, the musician system will become useless.
All musicians will be left in the dust.
The ether will leave humanity behind.
No matter what, human beings cannot allow this tragic consequence to happen!
The King of Blue, the King of Red, and the King of Yellow.
Each of the three kings has his own duties.
The Blue King opens up territory for mankind, the Red King guides human souls, and the Yellow King protects the foundation for the operation of the musician system. If the Yellow King is still here, then there is nothing to worry about.
It could take months or days, and the cycle will be unblocked and re-established.
But now among the three kings, the most special King Huang is the first to abandon this world... But a tragic accident that has never happened in thousands of years will happen at this time...
No matter what, we cannot let the abyss crash into the material world!
The first to bear the brunt was the roaring hundred-armed giant.
The earth shook and mountains shook, dust flew into the sky, the huge steel giant roared, and thousands of pairs of arms were raised to support the pressing abyss!
The essential collision between natural disasters determines the outcome in an instant.
Thousands of pairs of arms were broken in an instant and grew again, but they were unable to hold up the dark sky that was gradually falling towards the human world.
In the temple of Salomon, the Red King pressed his hand on the sacred cauldron, and hymns were played.
In the etheric realm, the vague outline of the Holy Emblem emerged out of thin air, and majestic power spurted out, wrapping around the abyss that was pressing down, as if it was trying to pull the abyss back from top to bottom.
The Sacred Cauldron and the Hundred-Eyed One collided again.
But this time it is no longer a struggle at the level of music theory and essence, but a pure competition of strength. Even so, it is difficult to stop the dark god's final madness!
It's like two stars are attracting each other, pulling each other, even if it's just the aftermath, the tortured material world cannot resist, and the horrific aftermath sweeps in all directions.
Bizarre.
Not only was the material level affected, but even human perception and spatial composition were completely disrupted.
The sea of ether boils, expands, and is pressed into an almost negligible thin piece by the terrifying gravity brought by the music theory. The terrifying pressure has no way to vent and is raging in it. As long as the two sides lose balance, they will explode first. , bringing devastating consequences.
The mutation in the etheric sea caused the material world and the etheric world to overlap forcibly.
A huge spherical chaotic space seemed to have formed in the sky in the center of the Holy City.
It's as if the etheric world and the material world have been disrupted, pieced together from fragments to form a strange realm - in which common sense and laws have been distorted and deformed, evolving into an absolute realm that is inaccessible to humans.
What's even more frightening is that the power of the Holy Cauldron and the Hundred-Eyed One directly uses the hundred-armed giant in the center as a bridge to start strangulating fiercely.
In that immortal body.
What it contains is a terrifying force that is enough to destroy the holy city.
In this incident, only the vitality of the hundred-armed giant could withstand the confrontation between the two gods. Because of this, Ye Lanzhou could not take a step back.
And never let go and let the abyss fall.
Once you take a step back and both sides lose balance, it's all over!
Once you let go, everything will be ruined.
But no one knows how long the hundred-armed giant can last.
No one has ever imagined this problem...
It may be a short moment, or it may last for tens of millions of years... The most likely consequence is that it will be corroded and assimilated by the sacred cauldron and the music theory of the Hundred-Eyed One, leading to even more tragic consequences.
The current situation is simply like drinking poison to quench thirst.
You can only persist and delay, but the more you persist and delay, the more endless the consequences will be!
And in that extremity area, apart from Ye Lanzhou, there are even more terrifying things remaining...
Snapped!
Just when Ye Lanzhou was trying his best to balance the two sides of the music theory in his body, the original Dark Pope emerged silently from the chaotic storm, stretched out his hand, and pierced Ye Lanzhou's chest with a crisp sound.
“…”
Ye Lanzhou was stunned, lowered his head in astonishment, and looked at the palm that sank into his chest and spread the music theory of the abyss.
"Do you remember what you just told me?"
Ludovic smiled ferociously: "Laugh, people, laugh! Use your best method to swallow this bitter pill and accept God's gift! This is the fate I wrote, and you are destined to be unable to escape. Destruction and death!”
Feeling the terrifying attacks and erosion from both inside and outside, Ye Lanzhou, who was supporting the abyss, could not move. He could only force a smile on his face that was twitching in pain:
"Actually, there is another bowl of chicken soup that I haven't poured into you. It's called 'Don't worry, young hero. If you have something to say, sit down and have a cup of tea and talk slowly.' I wonder if it's too late to talk about it now?"
"You want to delay?"
Ludovic's movements intensified, tearing his chest apart in an instant, and sneered: "It is true that you are very good at this, but do you think I will give you time?"
"Stupid..."
Ye Lanzhou lowered his head and sighed helplessly, "Since ancient times, there is only one thing that Ye is good at... and that is to 'call for help if you can't defeat them'."
Ludovic was stunned for a moment, but then he heard Ye Lanzhou opening his throat, and the hundred-armed giant roared loudly: "Little Ye Zi, how long are you going to watch the show?"
"-Dad is really dying!!!!"
Then, a complex sigh sounded from outside the chaos.
"After so many years, as a father, the first thing you shouted to me was help?"
The white-haired young man held a knife and sword in his hand and shook his head helplessly:
"It's really, really outrageous."
…
…
In the twisted holy city, the steel earth is full of cracks, distorted by the collapsed buildings, some collapsed, and some were raised. The end of the road is a crack leading to the deepest part of the earth, or a cliff extending to the sky.
"That's it, Mr. Vasco."
Ye Qingxuan's footsteps stopped in front of the cliff, and he raised his head, facing the hurricane and terrifying air pressure coming towards him, looking up at the hundred-armed giant shrouded in chaos.
The world is as narrow as a cage at this moment.
The young man's white hair was lifted up in the hurricane, and his long, flawlessly trimmed hair flew like molten silver in the burning light.
Behind him were the Knights Templar who escorted him from the central church to the core of the Holy City. When they arrived here, they were exhausted and could no longer move forward.
"Thank you for your hard work along the way."
He turned back and said softly: "Your mission is over. I can walk the rest of the way alone."
Vasco looked at him in silence for a long time, then nodded: "Please take care, Mr. Ye. And... thank you for everything you have done for this city."
"I'm just doing it for myself."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and pointed to the sky: "Didn't you see it? Everything I did was meaningless. Even if I didn't stand up, the big shots above would come out to clean up the mess. From beginning to end, everything I did, in fact, It’s all meaningless.”
"At least you saved a lot of people, including us."
Vasco said: "Even if the barrier is gone, the underground shelter can still operate. All the survivors in the Holy City will be grateful for everything you have done for them."
“Let’s talk about thank you later!”
Ye Qingxuan smiled and stretched out his hand: "Before you leave, can you do me one more favor? Just give me two handy ones. It's better to be shorter. If it's too long, I'm afraid of cutting myself."
Vasco was stunned for a moment, turned around, and glanced at each other with his subordinates. Soon, several people came forward. The armor on their bodies rubbed against each other, and several hidden grids popped up.
The weapon in the hidden compartment revealed its clues under the push of the circlip.
After rejecting the three-piece armor-piercing heavy gun and Vasco's hot steel heavy sword, the shock spurge and other giant weapons that were longer than his own height, Ye Qingxuan chose the relatively light curved sword and the The short blades of utility knives were clipped to the buckles of the Clothes of Original Sin.
He looked too thin to be a warrior, and too rough to be a musician.
But surprisingly decent.
"Is this good?" Vasco asked.
"I think it should be okay?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and waved: "Someone is calling me over there, I'm going."
With that said, he took a step towards the void beyond the high cliff.
Like a flying bird, it fell into the depths of the crack.
Vasco was stunned, and rushed forward to lie on the edge of the cliff, but he felt a hurricane coming towards his face. The boy's falling figure stopped abruptly, and then rose into the sky!
Rising to the sky!
Relying on the protection and mimicry of the Clothes of Original Sin, with Xiao Yuan as the core, the music theory was connected and embodied, forming an invisible gospel armor that rejected the attraction of the earth. He broke through the hurricane, flew upwards, and flew out.
In just a blink of an eye, it broke through the outermost layer of the Chaos Realm and crashed into the core of the fight between the Sacred Cauldron and the Hundred-Eyed Ones.
Like a moth flying towards the sun.
The terrifying power that surpasses human beings by countless orders of magnitude, even if it is just the aftermath, is enough to crush him into pieces.
But facing the craze, he closed his eyes.
Dreamland·Dragon Sleep!
At that moment, an invisible wave suddenly spread. Wherever the waves passed, all the terrifying waves disappeared without a trace.
As he enters the deep slumber of dreamland, everything sleeps peacefully.
Everything is immersed in silence.
But this time, this silence is not the end of sleep, but continues to transform deeper.
Driven by Abraham's inherited music theory, the Longmian Barrier was formed around Ye Qingxuan in an instant, evolving crazily from the original "prototype" to the "extreme".
Light sleep, deep sleep, dream, dragon sleep... The structure of the heart music changes crazily, and the stability of the dragon sleep barrier increases crazily, until finally, the "waves" that were originally visible to the naked eye have disappeared.
That is the movement caused by the friction between Longmian barrier and external music theory.
But now, the moment the external music theory touches the dragon sleep barrier, it is pulled by the terrifying dream and disappears without a trace.
Instead, there is a perfect circle.
It was a bottomless black hole, like a monster, with boundaries drawn in a complacent manner. Whether it was violent music theory or the extremity of chaos, everything that entered the hunting ground was swallowed up and never came back. Disappear.
Relying on inertia, Ye Qingxuan, who had lost the ability to fly, fell into the chaos.
It's like sinking into the deep sea.
There was no response from the ether, and it sank into the deepest dream.
No matter if you want to or not, no matter if you resist or not, no matter what urgent things you have to do.
World, please sleep with me.
Let's... have a nightmare together!
…
The next moment, Ludovic looked back in shock and saw the figure roaring towards him in the chaotic storm.
"Hey! Long time no see."
An indifferent greeting came in the wind.
Just by snapping his fingers, that extremely familiar face was already right in front of him.
The Longmian Barrier came down, and in the sudden impact, Ludovic waved his hand subconsciously, but it had no effect. The stunned face was covered in shadow.
The clothes of original sin fluttered in the hurricane, like eagle wings, fluttering down!
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand, and the curved sword fell into his palm. As if he had practiced it thousands of times, he held it forward with all his strength. It penetrated Ludovic's palm instantly, and then, moved forward!
Bang!
The sword blade passed through the chest, and the terrifying inertia was exerted on the blade, tearing a huge gap from Ludovic's back. Atomized blood spurted out from the crack, dyeing the storm red.
Ludovic flew out upside down.
In the twisted gravity, he fell towards the giant body that turned into steel ruins. With a loud roar, the curved sword wedged into the iron, nailing him to the ground. He struggled hard and looked at the iron that penetrated the body in shock.
It's like I still don't understand what happened.
"Do you remember what I told you when you were in prison?"
Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground and murmured softly.
As he rolled to the ground, the sharp crystals cut his arms and face, and blood emerged from the wounds, making his hoarse whispers so ferocious.
He stumbled forward, raised his foot, stepped on the hilt of the curved sword, and stepped down hard: "Take it."
Snapped!
The blade, which was on the verge of reaching its limit, was distorted under the young man's efforts, shattering half of Ludovic's lungs, causing him to burst into a miserable scream.
"—This is the thank you gift I prepared for you!"