The Requiem "Disillusionment" is categorized according to the different phases of the four basic elements, the first three movements symbolize water, fire, and earth, and the last movement undoubtedly symbolizes wind.

The final movement of "Mourning" sounds, and the notes seem to be irregular, constantly changing the rhythm without warning, but it does not sound messy at all. This change of note is reminiscent of the formless, free-spirited wind. The ups and downs of the melody, the large up and down notes, and then the overtones in the high register, first falling and then rising, the momentum is greatly reduced, and then the melody is triggered by the low and upward, and the cheerful and powerful flute sound makes the music full of enthusiasm.

However, such a beautiful melody is the deadliest note. Owen felt that as the flute fluttered, the air nearby also danced, creating a strange demonic wind. Contrary to the perception of water, fire and earth in the first three movements, the wind blowing at this time is not like a mental illusion caused by the sound of a flute reaching the ears and affecting the brain, but a real wind!

Owen hurriedly rushed to Muffer, trying to stop his playing by force, but a small but powerful wind barrier formed around Muffer, which directly bounced Owen away. If you can't hit it, you run away, but wherever the flute blows, the wind blows, and Owen can't escape. Although this kind of wind is really indescribable as an attack magic, Owen always feels that this kind of wind is extremely terrifying, and if he can't escape in time, it will have unimaginable consequences.

"It's useless, no matter where you flee, these winds will always catch you, and you have nowhere to run. Although he was still playing the bone flute, Muffle's voice sounded directly in Owen's mind through the transmission of the magic hidden in the wind.

"Do you think this kind of weak wind can hurt me?" Owen shot back, not to be outdone, "I've seen a hurricane dozens of times more violent than this!"

"Weak wind? I didn't expect this kind of wind to tear your body apart. The Wind of Death is produced by the final movement of the Requiem's 'Disillusionment', which is not an ordinary elemental attack, but a soul attack!"

"Soul attack?"

"Haha, understand. No matter how strong and scheming you are, if you allow the magic of the Wind of Death to enter you, you can destroy and shatter your soul until it tears it to pieces. ”

"Oh no!" Owen exclaimed, but it was too late, and he gradually felt that his hands and feet seemed to be out of control.

"Hahahaha...... "Marffer laughed maniacally, "do you feel that your body's perception is getting weaker and weaker? While you're still conscious, regret that you didn't turn around and run away when you first saw me. ”

"No......" Owen was already on one knee, although the attack on his soul would not cause pain to his body, but gradually losing control of his body, making it difficult for him to even stand up.

The sound of the flute is still melodious, and the wind continues to rage. This was an almost one-sided execution, and as the last syllable of the flute ended, the curtain came down on the execution, and the "wind of death" that raged in the main hall ceased.

Muffle put down the bone flute and walked over to Owen, who was still half-kneeling with a glazed gaze. He crouched down and lifted Owen's chin, "I know you can't hear it anymore, but I'm going to say it anyway." To force me to be such a wolf, you are a great human being. To be honest, I don't like the movement of 'mourning' at all, because it breaks the soul to pieces and I can't suck it at all. You should thank me for letting you die without any pain. ”

"Really? I really want to thank you. A smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face, and Owen's words seemed to come from another dimension, making Muffle feel whether they were real or illusory.

But where did Owen allow Muffle to react? He made a lightning shot, grabbed Muffer's neck, and pushed his entire body backwards! Muffer swung out the poisonous claw of his right hand to counterattack, but Owen hooked his calf with his foot, and dragged it with his strength, Muffle's poisonous claw missed, and he staggered forward and pounced a few steps, and Owen seized the opportunity and kicked Muffle's left hand.

Only a "click" was heard, and the human bone flute that Muffer held in his left hand was kicked and broken in two, and he could no longer make a musical instrument.

"Bastard, how can you still move when your soul has been torn apart by the sound of my flute?" said Muffle, a few steps back, his expression incredulous.

"The reason is simple. It's like this. As soon as Owen finished speaking, another Owen suddenly appeared next to him, the difference was that the other Owen was transparent, looking empty and unreal.

Looking at Muffer's dazed appearance, the transparent Owen smiled: "Got it? Your 'Wind of Death' won't hurt me in the slightest. With that, Owen's soul returned to his body.

"How did you do that? Your soul can leave on its own!" Muffle, as a vampire and a master of dark magic, could naturally see the existence of the spirit. However, in the realm of his cognition, it is impossible for the soul to leave on its own, and even if for some reason the body and spirit are separated, the soul will lose its self-consciousness. There is a kind of "soul transformation technique" in dark magic, which can temporarily transform people's ** into a spirit state, but it is never possible to separate flesh and spirit. The strongest among necromancers, such as the Lich King, can temporarily detach their souls from their original bodies and attach themselves to certain objects, but they are not in and out of their own bodies at will like Owen, and Muffle did not feel any energy fluctuations of dark magic from Owen, which means that Owen is by no means a necromancer, how did this young man do it?

Owen didn't intend to explain Muffle's surprise and thoughts, he only sneered contemptuously: "Your flute is broken, it seems that all your drama has been sung, I think you should surrender." ”

"You want me to surrender? You're naïve enough. Muffle stuck out his long nails and pointed at Owen and laughed dryly, "Don't think that the final movement of 'Disillusionment', 'Death', is an attack on the soul and has no effect on the body. ”

"What?" Owen's pupils dilated suddenly.

"In order to prevent the enemy from escaping before the soul is completely torn apart, the sound of the 'mourning' flute will first destroy the body's neural network, sever the neural connection between the brain and the limbs, and paralyze the whole body, including the limbs. ”

"How come? My right foot ......" Owen looked shocked as he noticed that his right foot couldn't move.

Seeing Owen's surprise, Muffle smiled even more proudly: "Maybe your body is stronger than others, and the nerves are not cut immediately, but even if it is delayed for a few minutes, the result will not change." ”

"Damn! Left hand!" Owen found that one part of his body could not move, he raised his head and glared at Muffle, "Then I will kill you before I lose my full mobility!" Then his still movable left foot rubbed back hard, and the whole person pounced on Muffle like an arrow from a string.

However, with the ability to move his limbs gradually deprived, Owen's movements were extremely sluggish, and Muffle easily dodged. Owen's swaying body finally leaned against a stone pillar and slowly sat on the ground. The motor nerves in his limbs had been completely severed, and only the unwilling eyes were still staring at Muffle: "I won't, won't...... In this ......" the words behind it are no longer possible to say.

"I can't even vibrate my vocal cords. Now you are completely paralyzed except for your heart and eyes, and you are not as good as the newborn babies. "What if your soul is free to leave your body? suck the blood out of your body and destroy your shell, leaving the soul to be nothing more than a lonely ghost." ”

Maruffle half-crouched down and opened his mouth at the major artery in Owen's neck, two long sharp tiger teeth ready to tear through the fragile skin, but at the last moment, he couldn't bite down, because his long blue hair seemed to be pulled by someone for some reason, making it impossible for his head to move any more than half an inch.

Owen, who was already paralyzed and stiff, suddenly had a bright smile that didn't make sense. Although he hadn't been in contact with Owen for a long time, Muffer was already familiar with this mischievous smile.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you again. Owen said suddenly.

Only then did Muffle realize that it was none other than Owen himself who was pulling his hair from biting him down. Before Muffle could figure out what was happening, he felt a punch in his abdomen, and then Owen supported the ground with his hands, jumped into the air with his outstretched feet, and kicked Muffle in the face, and Owen used the reaction force of the kick to jump away with a few backflips, and then stood steadily on the ground.

"Could it be...... Could it be that even 'mourning' ......" Seeing Owen suddenly regain his mobility, Muffle's belief in winning was completely destroyed.

Owen looked down at the vampire he kicked to the ground with a pitying gaze: "No. Your Requiem is indeed very effective, and my nerves have indeed been completely severed, but that doesn't mean that I can't control my body. ”

Several times hope turned to despair, which seemed to have brought Muffer to the brink of a nervous breakdown, but it only brought him to his senses. At this time, Muffle was the time when his mental power was most concentrated, so he could detect the subtle changes in his opponent's body: there seemed to be countless invisible energy threads condensed by spiritual power on Owen's body, connecting Owen's brain, limbs, and torso, and Owen was able to control the paralyzed body like a marionette.

"What kind of magic is this? No, there are no elemental fluctuations, this is not ......magic at all," Muffer muttered, and then he remembered that in the history of Olopa, it was not only magic that could directly use mental power, but there was another method that had been lost. "Are you using telekinesis?" Muffle almost roared at the answer he had come up with.

"It's a pity you know too late. Owen's cheerful admission made Muffle realize that he was completely out of action.

It is the telekinesis that rebounds the 'disillusionment', the soul that is separated from the body is also the telekinesis, and it is the telekinesis that restores the paralyzed body, and if Muffle had known in advance that his opponent was a telekinesis, he would not have suffered so many big losses.

"I really didn't expect that there are still living telekinesis in the world today. Muffle sighed, "I threw in the towel." Let's go. Expect your luck to run out before you meet the next Eight Sages. ”

"What a stupid thing to say. It's you who should be worried. The executioners will be coming soon. Owen, who had won a great victory, accepted it when he saw it, and he had no intention of continuing to entangle with Muffle, so he turned around and walked into the depths of the hall.

However, Owen's last words puzzled Muffle, and he shouted loudly at Owen's back, "What do you mean? Executioner?

Before he could finish speaking, two long-handled steel sticks suddenly shot down from the dome of the main hall, piercing Muffle's body and pinning him tightly to the ground.