The whole sky was like a boiling soup pot. Countless rainbow lights were tumbling, and terrifying loud noises erupted one after another.
In an instant, the war has reached a height that ordinary people cannot intervene.
Just standing at such a distance, Ye Qingxuan could still sense the earth-shattering collisions through the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant. Countless music theories frequently appeared and died, just like stars extinguished and rekindled. The movements overlap, countless melodies are entangled, and wind and fire are fighting like swords.
Even though he was under pressure from the two scepters, Schubert's rhythm never changed. Like a hidden rock in the rough waves.
Even though it seems so turbulent, the situation is gradually under control. Facing such an enemy, the more we attack, the more powerless we feel, but we still can't stop.
Once you lose the initiative, you will be completely defeated...
One person versus two scepters.
"It's breathtaking."
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, turned around and glanced behind him: "Why do everyone stay in groups these days and like to run up behind others to scare people?"
Behind him, there is nothing.
The quiet streets were deserted.
"I hate this kind of pretentiousness."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and rubbed his brow impatiently: "Or do you think you can still hide it? Naberis... "
Those moonlight-filled eyes lit up with dancing flames, reflecting an erratic black shadow.
In the void, awkward laughter sounded.
A wisp of black smoke appeared out of thin air, snaking like a snake, and then expanded, and a crisp crackling sound was heard, first the bones, then the muscles, and finally the sticky blood.
In the end, from the swelling black smoke, a naked man walked out of thin air, and then, gorgeous clothes grew from his body.
At the end, it's a black top hat.
"Dear friend, your loyal friend Naberish comes at your call."
The visitor smiled, raised his finger, and raised the brim of his hat: "I was originally very confident in my Chapter of Destiny, so even the Inquisition couldn't find me. Unexpectedly, even if I'm half-ethereal, Still can’t hide it from your eyes. Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
"No, there is nothing wrong with your music. Even the tribunal's detection can't detect you." Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "You are the one who has the problem."
When a wise man speaks, he can speak clearly.
Naberis was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, shaking his head mockingly: "I almost forgot, you are the savior who personally killed Leviathan. Naturally, the blood usurped from Leviathan in this body cannot be hidden from you. "
Ye Qingxuan could not deny it, but nodded lightly:
"It's a good idea."
Not bad indeed.
Whether it is the Leviathan blood that is restored by working backwards from Mordred's blood and dragon power, or based on this, it is based on the bloodline and music theory of countless demons and finally created a new one. body.
Naberish's own talent is undoubtedly top-notch, and his skills and ideas are impeccable.
There is absolutely no problem except that he is a black musician.
The Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition and the most talented black musician in the past hundred years met again in the ruins, but they did not start shouting or killing each other when they met.
Both parties were far apart, maintaining a safe distance, restraining their thoughts of taking a gamble and killing each other. They were really like two friends reunited after a long separation, greeting each other and being completely friendly.
"Long time no see. You look good."
Naberish looked at him, "Did you feel comfortable using the music theory I gave you last time?"
"not bad."
Ye Qingxuan thanked: "It helped a lot when integrating Bai Mu Zhe's music theory."
"That's good." Naberis seemed to be sighing, with a pleased look on his face: "So I saw it right, you should be the black musician."
"Why don't you replay this outdated old tune?" Ye Qingxuan said in a casual tone, "However, if you are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, I can give you a place in the Inquisition."
Naberis seemed to be moving: "What if I want the title of bishop?"
"Can consider it."
Ye Qingxuan answered seriously.
"Are you just considering it?" Naberis frowned: "That's too callous, Mr. Ye, if you come to my place, I can make you an equal with me! Isn't this completely unfair?"
Ye Qingxuan asked: "Do you think people in their right mind will join the Inquisition or become a black musician?"
Naberis was unmoved: "No, as long as the brain is normal, most people will not consider it, no matter who it is, right?"
"Well, that's right."
Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently: "Does that mean I was rejected?"
"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, my friend." Naberish laughed and said, "Let me think about it again."
"Then I'll wait for good news."
Ye Qingxuan smiled: "See you next time?"
"See you next time."
Naberish said goodbye while stroking his chest.
Ye Qingxuan took two steps back, turned and left.
Naberish was left standing alone.
A long time, a long time.
Amidst the roar in the sky, he sighed softly and looked up at where Ye Qingxuan was originally.
"Why didn't you take action?"
In the void, the mist rolled, and a vague shadow emerged from it, gradually becoming clearer.
It was a young-looking person, dressed in green clothes, with smooth and white skin. He looked like a man or a woman. He had a strange sense of beauty, but was not restricted by gender.
It's obviously humanoid, but looking at it just makes people feel inhuman.
"He knows I'm here."
The former saint named Paganini and now the Minister of Darkness said calmly: "He is wary of you, and he became even more wary when you started chatting with him."
Naberish frowned: "Can he find you?"
"Absolutely impossible." Paganini was very confident about this. "The problem lies with you."
Naberis was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed.
The laughter is full of self-deprecation.
"I'm afraid... you guessed it, right?"
He finally figured out what the problem was.
Originally, before the death of the Hundred-Eyed Man, he had made an agreement with Ye Qingxuan that he would hand over his music theory research on the Hundred-Eyed Man to him, and as a price, he would lend the Clothes of Original Sin to Naberis for one day to study.
As a result, when the old matter was brought up again, Naberis didn't care about the Clothes of Original Sin at all, as if he had no interest in changing music theory.
Even thinking about it with your toes seems impossible.
Then there is only one conclusion left: he no longer needs the Clothes of Original Sin because he has obtained the theory of change.
This body that blends the blood of countless demons into one body is proof.
And apart from the Clothes of Original Sin, the only place where you can get the core secrets of Transformation Music Theory is in the hands of its creator, Paganini.
Especially the great weapon of changing music theory, even masters and disciples would probably hide it and not teach it. Now that Naberis has obtained the changing music theory, it proves that he and Paganini are as good as each other...
"I guessed so many things just by being a little careless."
Naberish covered his face, and the face covered under his palms showed a strange expression: "It's getting more and more terrifying, Your Excellency the Grand Judge. Perhaps we should have left him alone just now."
"Don't worry."
Paganini looked indifferent: "The general trend cannot be changed by one person - I didn't plan to cross two names off the list at once."
He paused, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the core of the fight:
"His pick is in the second order. There is still a long time, and we always have a chance."
…
…
The fight lasted ten minutes.
Burke's chariot was the first to be hit. Under the power of the saint, even if it fought hand in hand with another scepter, it was difficult to resist Schubert's movement.
Under the melody of the famous fragment "Unfinished Symphony", the outcome is determined.
But Schubert did not take advantage of the victory and knock down the two men's scepters. Instead, after mastering one-third of the stone plate, the scepter hovered majestically in the air and became motionless.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Half an hour passed...
Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on with Schubert. Even Ye Qingxuan had difficulty understanding what Schubert was doing.
But for some reason, he felt uneasy.
This uneasiness comes from the Naberish he just saw.
Regardless of how Naberis got into Guixu, for any musician, the duel of wands is a rare event. Even if you just watch, you can get insights.
But Ye Qingxuan noticed that Naberis was looking at him from beginning to end.
He didn't care about the duel in the sky, and even seemed to know the outcome already.
I did not see.
Not even a glance.
Although this feels like overthinking, for a person like Naberis, no matter how much you think or how careful you are, it's never too much. Both sides know that their stance has determined everything. If given the chance, no matter how good the relationship is, they will kill each other.
What's more, the relationship between the two is not much better.
At most they can be considered mutual use.
In the distance, he hesitated for a long time and decided to get closer to Schubert.
But when he quietly approached, he found that many musicians had appeared nearby. Everyone kept a safe distance in a tacit understanding and did not approach Schubert rashly. They just watched from a distance.
The first thing that caught his eye was a tragic corpse.
The liver and brain are smeared.
It's Raymond.
After Ye Qingxuan identified it for a long time, he finally identified the characteristics of the old man from the almost fragmented corpse. But he didn't expect that Lei Meng, who had originally planned to pester him several times, would die so neatly in Guixu.
Died... beside Schubert.
Ye Qingxuan looked away and looked at the old nun who was chanting sutras with her hands lowered beside the corpse.
The old nun was covered in a thick monk's uniform, like an old nun who had abided by the rules for decades. Holding a string of rose beads in both hands, he looked down at his fingertips as if he was unaware of it.
Ye Qingxuan could faintly see her lips opening and closing, muttering something.
In fact, musicians who are good at lip-reading have already deduced what she was saying.
"Sacred Scripture".