During the siege of four people, Ye Qingxuan didn't know why, but he felt the chill getting more and more biting.
The pressure on him from the Saint who had never made a move was increasing, like a light on his back, making it difficult for him to concentrate on dealing with it.
At this time, the ether fluctuates one after another among the five people, attacking first, counterattacking, and shifting defenses... All kinds of music and music are intertwined together, and it has become a chaotic web. A little carelessness will cause consequences that affect the whole body.
Faced with this kind of war of attrition that must focus on the overall situation and at the same time weigh every dollar, Ye Qingxuan's uneasiness grew stronger and stronger.
They wanted to drag themselves here, separate him from Leviathan's incarnation of natural disaster, and defeat each one.
This is not Anglo.
The longer it takes, the more terrifying Asgard's counterattack will become, and a quick victory will be necessary.
So…
Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly withdrew all his defenses. He turned around and crossed dozens of meters regardless of the saint's siege.
Mahler, so close!
At that moment, he saw the saint's dilated eyes.
The Sword of the New Testament was raised and aimed at Mahler's heart. Regardless of the full siege of the saints behind him, the sword instantly tore through the layers of defense and collided with the robe that was obviously a holy object.
In the harsh sound, violent movements erupted, and a narrow crack was torn open in the holy clothing. The sword blade penetrated through, with burning blood, coming out from the back.
At the same time, the joint attack of Verdi, Puccini, and Telemann hit Ye Qingxuan right in the back. Ye Qingxuan's body shook violently, and he felt the scepter move violently, and the ladder to heaven was almost cut off.
In an instant, injuries were exchanged for lives.
There is one less!
Ye Qingxuan no longer paid attention to Mahler. He didn't have time to wipe the blood on his face and turned around to face the enemy who was pressing closer, but his movements stopped abruptly.
The Sword of the New Testament stood still.
Can't pull it out...
He turned around in surprise and saw Mahler's indifferent face and the blazing etheric light in his eyes.
In that moment, Mahler awakened the lineage of the Holy Name.
— "Song of the Earth"!
The heavy melody played from the body, layer by layer wrapped around the sword of the New Testament... At this moment, all Mahler's music theory was transformed into a lock of prohibition.
One thousand six hundred layers of commandments, from the inside out, he used himself as a seal to restrain the sword of the New Testament in it!
This is not a hasty decision, but rather like...
Already planned!
Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened instantly, and then he sensed three equally violent ether fluctuations rising behind him.
The inheritance of the holy name!
Verdi, Puccini and Telemann simultaneously inspired the inheritance of their own holy names!
Ignoring Ye Qingxuan's hasty counterattack, Verdi stepped forward and pressed his palm on Ye Qingxuan's forehead.
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be stripped out of his own body. After a brief period of weightlessness and dizziness, everything in front of him twisted and changed, and a huge phantom swallowed him up and pulled him into his belly.
Countless phantoms of light flashed before his eyes.
In a trance, soft and cheerful songs sounded, warm wind blew from the fireplace, crystal chandeliers illuminated the gorgeous hall, and the band played dance music carefully, causing countless figures to dance.
Ye Qingxuan looked around in shock, but saw that every face was wearing a pure white mask, either crying or laughing, holding him, pulling him, and inviting him to participate in this joyful masquerade.
Illusion…
One layer after another of illusions surrounded him, pulling him into a world of nothingness.
It's like it split into countless individuals in an instant. He is Ye Qingxuan, fighting here; he is Armand, an infatuated man who admires beautiful prostitutes; he is Nebuchadnezzar II, the tyrannical emperor; He is Rigoletto, the hunched court jester; he is Carlos, the involuntary prince...
He is a commoner... he is a beggar... he is a mother... he is an evil son...
For a moment, he seemed to be traveling through countless lives, but he knew clearly that this was an illusion. He could still see himself on the battlefield in Asgard, and he could see Puccini walking towards him.
He wanted to resist, but he couldn't figure out which one was him, which one wanted to resist, and which one of the one hundred thousand selves was where.
The prince drew his sword and killed the emperor and became a prisoner; the clown assassinated the duke and was beheaded in public; the emperor went crazy and was assassinated by the guards...
Countless himself, countless failures, and countless voices of ridicule came.
Right in front of him, Verdi stumbled to the ground, burning everything in this illusion that dedicated his whole body and soul.
Puccini was close at hand, pressing his palm against Ye Qingxuan's chest. Across his heart, countless musical theories extended into the projection of the ethernet. He is obviously a saint in the Holy City, but his music theory is completely different from that in the West. Instead... it's like the blood of a dragon!
A... heavenly being!
Ye Qingxuan raised his head with difficulty and saw that his golden hair had lost its color and turned pale due to the excitement of music theory. His green eyes were burned out in the fire, leaving them as black as charcoal.
The inheritance of the saints forcibly corrected his bloodline, and then, the core music theory activated...
-"Turandot"!
The saint's power was forcibly transformed into Ye's bloodline talent.
Countless silver lights turned into thought threads and were instantly mounted on the projection of the Ethernet. That was the ladder to heaven!
Bypassing Ye Qingxuan, Puccini forcibly resonated with the Ethernet, opening the door to the core of the natural disaster. Finally, Telemann stepped forward, burning Puccini's power, and countless music theories were compiled from his hands, and the music forming.
Interpretation method!
Ye Qingxuan felt a chill all over his body.
The music theory that flowed out of Telemann's hands came from the same source as himself... no, it was completely the same as his own interpretation!
The musical intervals, structure, technique and even conception all bear Ye Qingxuan's style, which is full of richness. If it weren't for Ye Qingxuan to tell the difference, everyone would probably mistake it for his arm, right
Telemann is imitating his own music theory... No, to this extent it is no longer imitation, but despicable plagiarism and plagiarism!
Countless pieces of music flowed into the Ethernet along the interface opened by Puccini. Once they entered the Ethernet, they were copied, spread, and transmitted crazily in countless concert instruments...
Just like worms burrowing into the belly, viruses spreading in the lesions, the rapid evolution of countless movements, and the crazy changes of music theory, in an instant, half of the concert instruments turned on the red light and became unresponsive.
I'm afraid it has completely shut down due to the high heat of overload operation.
In the end, countless movements responded to the same call and converged towards the core of the etheric network. The complex music theory was extracted from the movements and compiled by itself, just like worker ants collected materials from everywhere and worked hard.
A power completely different from those cumbersome movements emerged from it, and then the elements responded and descended from the etheric realm, outlining the core heritage of the saints and the true name of the movement.
- "The Last Judgment".
Even this movement is a complete replica of "The Day of Wrath of God"!
It was like the legendary Trojan horse hiding an ambush was sent into a heavily guarded city.
The music, which is incomparable to the Day of Wrath, caused a blazing glow, from the inside out, like a fire burning firewood, crazily destroying the structure of the etheric network...
Until now, Ye Qingxuan finally understood why even if the four saints joined forces, they were only a step ahead of ordinary saints.
Because their inheritance of the holy name is not built according to the standards of saints at all!
Almost everything that was unnecessary was discarded, and all the important parts were strengthened. The four of them are nothing apart. Only together, they are the killer that the Holy City has deliberately crafted for Ye Qingxuan...
Mahler sealed his sword of the New Testament, Verdi made him unable to resist, Puccini forcibly transformed his power to resonate with the ethernet and opened the interface, and Telemann imitated his own music theory and habits. The music theory was improvised on the spot, bypassing all defenses, and causing maximum damage to the Ethernet from the inside out.
If he guessed correctly, he would have a back-up plan that would kill him with one blow and eliminate the hidden danger forever, right
It deserves to be a holy city, and it deserves to be a religious order.
The family has a big business and can afford to gamble, so he forcibly cashes in his money. After indulging Ye Qingxuan for so long, he finally seizes his weaknesses and gaps and kills him.
Trade four saints for your life.
For the first time in his life, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was so valued.
He began to wonder, since when did the Holy City prepare for all this
From the moment He forged the sword of the New Testament? When "From the New World" appeared? The day when I create the Ethernet? Or... the night he refused the reward from the Holy City and went to Angelo
In other words, who is this for
Is it Ye Qingxuan's Ethernet or Ye Lanzhou's Hundred-Armed Giant
"As expected of the Order."
He laughed hoarsely, feeling the ridicule from the bottom of his heart, "As expected of the Holy City!"
In the distance, Leviathan roared. The incarnation of the natural disaster ignored Odin and wanted to pounce on him, risking his own life, but was blocked by the divine armor controlled by the old musician.
Under Gangnir's blockade, the King of the Seven Seas screamed angrily.
"Ye Qingxuan, as you wished, the Holy City is your enemy now - this is the farewell the Holy See asked me to bring you."
Mahler stared at him with wild eyes: "Next, please disappear from this world together with your despicable heretical creation!"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment.
He chuckled, laughing at the joke.
"My creation? No, no, no, you made a mistake..."
Allowing Telemann to wreak havoc in the Ethernet, Ye Qingxuan smiled hoarsely and seriously corrected Mahler's language: "I have never created anything. Whether it is the Sword of the New Testament or the Ethernet. , Chapter of Fate, and even the Land of Nothing are all the result of Ye's thousand-year dream... Indeed, the Ethernet is controlled by me, made by me, and composed of my power, but in reality - Its real designer is not me. Its core music theory and underlying alchemy matrix had been constructed long before it was born. The person who designed it was a guy with a loose and bad personality who is not likeable, but he is the only one who designed it. In terms of creation alone, he has never been unreliable once. As far as I know, in terms of pure talent, no one in the world can compare with him. If I designed the Ethernet, then I am definitely afraid now There is nothing you can do, but if it were that guy, why would you think he would have no defense against your tactics?"
At that moment, the layers of outflow, formation, creation and finally activity fall apart.
In the deepest part of the etheric network, the name of the creator outlined by the elements emerged.
—Hermes!