Although I don’t know how Lao Fei feels after not seeing each other for so long, but I guess he won’t be as happy as an ordinary dog.
And she still looked down on him.
Faced with Ye Qingxuan's warm welcome, it just pushed him away with its nose impatiently and calmly rubbed mud all over him. It was as relaxed and natural as if we were not reunited after a long absence, but just went out to steal a cucumber from the college next door to eat.
But after coming back, many people were gone.
Things are different and people are different.
Just like a long time ago, they stepped into this city for the first time.
One person and one dog.
Originally, Ye Qingxuan was worried that the poison in his body would affect it, but unexpectedly, it just sneezed, shook its fur, and shook off a few hairs that had become curly and white, and it had no effect at all.
To some extent, this is shocking.
But Ye Qingxuan was almost used to it.
Anyway, he never regarded Lao Fei as an ordinary dog.
It is much more powerful than anyone else.
"Where have you been for such a long time?"
Ye Qingxuan knelt down and looked at it, pinched his chin, and joked: "We haven't seen you for so long. Could it be that you found a wife outside, gave birth to a litter of cubs, and don't want to come back?"
Contrary to expectations, Lao Fei did not bite it.
Ye Qingxuan just looked at him with an expression that said "My father is very disappointed in you", which made Ye Qingxuan feel ashamed. He was so embarrassed that he could only make such boring jokes.
Then, it opened its mouth and dropped the thing in its mouth on the bench.
It was half a broken necklace.
The ornaments of the necklace have disappeared, leaving only a slender chain, which is extremely familiar.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
After a long time, I reached out and picked it up, looking at the unique chain - it had heavy tentacles and was made of expensive heavy metal.
Unlike ordinary goldsmiths who just wanted to save trouble, they directly reduced the shape of the chain dozens of times and then knocked the metal rings together. It is a painstaking design, not made on an assembly line, but purely handmade, low-key and exquisite.
Even an old craftsman who has studied it for a lifetime cannot make such a necklace casually. With such hard work and skills, you can earn a lot of money from whatever you make.
In Avalon, there are not many people with such skills, and there are not many people who can make such people take such pains for themselves, and there are not many people who can only make a necklace chain.
Combined with his own thoughts, he soon recalled a few months ago...
When he entered Stein's chamber, he had seen the same pattern on the back of someone's neck.
"Mary?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
It turned out to be the second princess who was trapped in the upper city when Leviathan broke through the second seal, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Avalon, and the future Queen of Angel!
He looked at Lao Fei dumbfounded:
"Did you find her?"
Lao Fei glanced at him, said nothing, turned around, and slapped him skillfully with his tail.
Meaning: follow me.
Ye Qingxuan followed obediently.
For some reason, following Lao Fei's twists and turns, he suddenly walked from the inner courtyard of Westminster Abbey to the street. Under the leadership of Lao Fei, they walked through the streets and alleys and moved forward.
The further we go, the stranger the scenery becomes.
Ye Qingxuan had a headache.
The map in his mind was now twisted into a mess, and the spatial relationships were completely confused. Logically speaking, they had made a big circle and returned to the starting point, but there was still a deserted alley in front of them.
Only when he lowered his head did he realize that at some point, there was a bloody stream flowing under his feet.
Bloody road!
And when he looked up, the mist rushed towards his face like a sea tide, swallowing him up.
When the fog dissipated again, everything was different.
Lao Fei has disappeared.
Like a phantom.
And he was already in the shadow of Avalon.
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…
In the dead silence, he raised his head silently, looking up at the same dark sky, feeling a little headache.
There must be something wrong with this!
Something... went wrong!
The Shadow of Avalon at this moment is completely different from the past.
The city is in pieces, like pieces of iron being twisted, folded, and broken by some huge force... Countless dilapidated ruins are suspended in the sky. The roads extend in all directions like blood vessels of nothingness.
The entire city seemed to be struggling to rise from the ground, fly into the sky, and then freeze at this moment forever.
Therefore, the countless buildings shaken off from the body are still suspended in the distance, and the distorted, broken, and seemingly irrational buildings calmly remain in this frozen time.
The sky collapsed.
The city was frozen in the second before its destruction.
And among countless broken buildings and roads, on the highest sky dome, the palace covered by black mist was standing high in the direction of the sun, like a black sun, releasing terrifying ether fluctuations.
It's like there's some monster brewing inside.
The entire city seemed to be dead, but some abnormal vitality emerged from it. The originally dark and terrifying dead city was now bathed in destruction, but it began to breathe again.
Some huge force dominated the barrier, penetrating the entire city, trapping it into his body, causing them to crawl out of the coffin with him, breathing in the stale air, with rebirth in sight.
Countless insects are crawling, and the mournful sounds of animals are hidden in the wordless silence, which is eerie.
In the empty street, in the deepest part of the darkness, something stared at Ye Qingxuan who broke in, revealing its blood-red eyes.
One pair, two pairs, three pairs...
"I'm being targeted."
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, and a bronze holy emblem slipped from his cuffs into his palm, and he clasped it with his five fingers. The music theory of Jiuxiao ring flowed out from the chapter of destiny and wrapped around it, so the ethereal moonlight popped out of it and transformed into The ethereal and vague moonlight sword blade.
But the blade of the sword is now wrapped with real flames, red, like the karmic fire that ignites sin, illuminating this dark world.
This was the most useful thing he learned in the Inquisition's cram school.
How to use the unique instruments and alchemical weapons of the Purification Musician, as well as hundreds of purification movements from the beginning of the Inquisition to the present.
In addition to the core four movements such as "Night on the Barren Mountain", there are 16 applications of blessing, 34 parts of purification, and the remaining 70 or so parts are all about how to completely kill everything except human beings.
"Is this an application class?"
He narrowed his eyes and walked forward, taking his time. In the silence, invisible pressure gradually gathered, like a huge pressure, about to explode...
But suddenly, a shrill roar erupted in the distance, and violent power rose into the sky, like a dying monster.
So familiar.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head in astonishment.
It was at that moment that the pressure was broken. Countless scarlet eyes swelled and rushed towards the face. The sound of wind followed closely with the stench. In mid-air, they made a dizzying roar. There was also a swarm of insects as fine as dust that fluttered up and absorbed the ether in the air, creating a short-term vacuum that was so black that it engulfed Ye Qingxuan.
An annoyed sigh sounded.
The moonlight penetrated the darkness, sweeping and slashing, clean and neat.
In the narrow time between the fingers, countless notes burst out, and the movement was compressed into a moment. Only a subtle whistle that was so short that it was almost imperceptible could be distinguished.
Immediately afterwards, the blazing fire spread and spread in all directions.
So swift.
Just like the cotton wool scattered during the autumn harvest was ignited by flowing fire, it spread quickly and dissipated quietly.
Not even ashes were left.
Under the dissipating firelight, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the direction where the roar came from.
It's Longwei.
The familiar Long Wei.
"Mary?"
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In the collapsed church, pitch-black blood spattered and landed on the mottled faceplate.
Under the blade, the huge demon was chopped in half from the top of its head to its chest, and fell to the ground, twitching and struggling, and let out its final cry.
But in all directions, a steady stream of demons are emerging.
Under the layers of blood stains, the Knight of the Round Table, which had begun to corrode, roared and cut off the sword. In the roar of the sword, the terrifying power spread in all directions based on the sound.
There seemed to be countless sword blades hidden in the wind, tearing the ground, cutting the air, smashing the dust, destroying the walls, and cutting all the monsters within a hundred meters into pulp.
Blood spurted out one after another.
The stench of blood became stronger.
After the Knights of the Round Table, the girl curled up in a pool of blood covered her head and whined.
"They're coming... Christine, they're coming... They're here, it's here..."
Under the torn dress, red scales faintly appeared on her slender arms, then disappeared again. The silent eyes sometimes turned into vertical pupils, and sometimes struggled and returned to blue.
A struggle between man and beast.
Painful and wailing under the torment of cursed blood.
"It's looking at me..." Mary murmured softly: "Christine, pull out the sword for me, give me the sword quickly... I see it, it's inside my body... It's going to tear me apart."
"Your Highness!"
Kristine half-knelt on the ground, lifted her up, and shook her hard: "Don't think about this, don't lose to it!"
"It's going to kill me, Christine."
Mary raised her head, her eyes were hollow and clear, looking at the knight in front of her, but there was no reflection, only a heart-stopping animalistic chaos: "Give me the sword, Christine, draw the sword and give it to me .”
She held Christine's arm, weeping and pleading, but the steel whined in her uncontrollable twitching, leaving clear fingerprints.
She looked at Kristine as if she was possessed, her pupils turned red:
"Give me the sword and I can kill it!"
Christine was silent.
Behind the visor, the girl's eyes were full of sadness. Exhausted from the hard battle for days, she couldn't help but want to cry: "Your Highness, that was yourself..."
The armored chest of the round table suddenly cracked open, revealing the fully armed female knight inside. She stretched out her hand, pressed Mary's neck before she could react, and pressed the injectable tranquilizer into her arteries.
She tried her best, even if her arm was held by Mary's palm and tightened, the muscles were crushed, the bones were broken, and they were stained red with blood.
It was obviously just an injection, but the terrifying pressure in the artery could not be suppressed.
There were wild beasts struggling and roaring among them.
Then, under a final powerful sedative, silence fell once again.
Mary lost her strength and collapsed in Christine's arms, gasping weakly.
"Don't fall asleep, Your Highness."
Kristine carried her, "Hold on, it will be fine soon. Do you remember that song? That was your favorite song when you were a child."
Mary seemed to respond to something, but also seemed not to hear it. She just whispered broken words softly, as if singing.
"Solomon was born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, became seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, and was buried on Sunday. This is what happened to Solomon. This is what happened to Solomon..."
As if talking in her sleep, or forcing herself to remember, Mary muttered in despair, repeating over and over again: "Solomon was born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, baptized on Tuesday, baptized on Tuesday... Baptized, baptized, baptized... "
In the vague voice, Christine straightened the broken arm expressionlessly, stuffed it into the armor again, and then put on the armor for herself again.
The shelf life of tranquilizers is getting shorter and shorter.
From the first day and night, to now, I can only hold on for a few dozen minutes. Christine knew very well: without treatment and blood transfusion, Mary would completely collapse under the torture of the cursed blood and transform into that bloodthirsty monster.
Time is running out.
"Your Highness, don't be afraid."
She endured the pain, raised her broken arm, and stroked the long hair hanging from her shoulders:
"I will protect you, for sure."
But in the dead silence, the melody that had been entangled for days sounded again from the distance.
Getting closer.
That's a requiem...
"Requiem No. 6"
It is only played at the funeral of musicians, praying that the soul of the deceased can ascend to the great source of the solemn melody... At this moment, it seems so gloomy and ferocious.
Countless ashes flew from the cold wind and faintly intertwined into a vague shadow. The shadow was torn from the inside, revealing pale skin and empty eyes after many years of death.
A musician dressed in white stepped out of the shadows, wearing a crystal crown on his head, exuding cold ether fluctuations, entangled around Christine like a snake.
The departed souls of the musicians did not ascend to the Great Source, but returned again from the dead realm of nothingness, with such a disgusting appearance.
The rotten white clothes were emblazoned with the emblem of the Royal Orchestra. The body that had been turned into stone due to the Penglai medicine and had not decayed for thousands of years began to move again.
Step forward slowly.
The petrified cervical spine twisted and made a harsh sound. The middle-aged musician stared stiffly at Christine and stared at Mary on her shoulder.
"I would like to dedicate myself to the supreme and great emperor..."
A dull murmur sounded, and the musician stepped forward like a zombie. There was a sickening fanaticism in the hollow voice:
"—May God bless the kingdom, and my emperor bless me!"