In the dark, the teenager closed his eyes and sensed.

In the exploration of the reading line, he could feel the figure two hundred meters away, behind the corner.

He was guarding in front of an entrance in the sewers, with aether fluctuations on his body, and he was a musician.

Even in the depths of the shadow of Avalon, it is still able to communicate with the ether. Even among the third-order musicians, he is an elite. And according to the induction of the reading line, the other party is obviously aimed at this situation, and the whole body is equipped with various colors of equipment, and there are at least three or more pieces of chaotic ether fluctuations of that degree.

It is not ruled out that it is a black musician.

There was no one else around, only the entrance behind him had been opened, and he should be the one who stayed here to guard the entrance, so he must have the equipment to send out an alarm signal in case of emergency.

The thread clinged to the dust, quietly extending forward, and Ye Qingxuan could sense him and the dense traps and alarm devices around him.

Obviously, the surroundings have been made into positions ready to fight, and the slightest disturbance will be perceived by him. If you want to sneak attack, it's definitely a troublesome job.

It's just that if you attack head-on, it's hard to be effective, and once you give the opponent a gap and let him sound the alarm, the support inside will come quickly.

To single-handedly take on a group of black musicians who generally surpass their ranks......

As a result, Ye Qingxuan would feel miserable just thinking about it.

Then, it's time to find another way.

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, and suddenly showed a smile.

"Let me take a look......"

He unfurled the Nine Heavens Ring, his eyes lowered: "How much psychological shadow does the shadow of Avalon leave you?"

In the darkness, Herbs sat on the ground, holding the deer's head in his arms, closing his eyes and meditating.

He seemed to be unintentionally playing with the deer head in his arms. There was no sound at all, but beneath him, the seeds that had been sprinkled were rapidly germinating, taking root in the rocks, taking root and sprouting, and then along the slabs and walls in tiny veins. Multiply in all directions.

Those tiny vines were all xenomorphs that he had carefully cultivated, seemingly inconspicuous, but with paralyzing poison, it was enough to paralyze a deformed mammoth spirit and paralyze it to the ground in an instant.

This is what he is best known for, and with the cultivation methods and movements obtained from the family heirlooms, he has successively intercepted many musicians, taking away their research materials and inheritance.

Because of this, he has been able to improve from a rootless folk musician to the level he is today.

Only when he finally scraped together enough material. After advancing to a full-fledged musician, I found that I had no way to improve. The miscellaneous music theory he had learned became a stumbling block, making it difficult for him to move forward on the road to becoming a musician.

That's why he accepted the invitation of the House to travel thousands of miles to take part in this dangerous expedition, hoping to find valuable advanced texts and methods from the residence of the Royal Orchestra.

It's just that after coming here, he found that the situation was not as good as he imagined.

This damn place doesn't look like the capital of Anglo. On the contrary, it is more evil than those legendary forbidden places in the dark world. What is in the 'scepter' left by King Arthur, how could it catalyze such a group of things that are even stranger than demons.

And also......

His skin couldn't help but stir up a layer of quivering goosebumps. Cold sweat: And that damn monster on a horse. Has King Arthur been so mad that he has concocted all his knights into demons?!

Just a sword, a sword......

The six layers of defense were split, and a black musician known for his defense and toughness was shattered, and the sword risked cutting himself into two pieces.

If it weren't for the musician who led the team to confuse his mind with a secret method and win the opportunity to escape, I am afraid that the whole army would have been wiped out.

As soon as he entered the city gate, the teammate who invited him to join died tragically in the erosion. He didn't even dare to get closer, he could only watch him wail from afar.

Now, he no longer prayed for any books and rituals, but only for a safe exit from this ghost place.

Therefore, he chose to release the wind relatively safely. If you make a mistake, you can call for backup, or if you lose inside, you can quickly escape.

Now that an hour has passed, his original tension and fear have relaxed, but he still does not dare to let his guard down, constantly sowing his own grass seeds around, ready to face the battle at any time.

It's just that there is constantly a doubt in his heart that he doesn't dare to face:

――Is it really useful to deal with that kind of monster?

In the darkness, there seemed to be someone's chuckle.

In an instant, Herbs was startled, bounced up from the ground, and clenched the alarm: "Who's there?!"

No one responded.

He looked around again and again, and waited for a long time, but after a long time he only heard the sound of the wind blowing through the crack, and the voice seemed to chuckle and chant something, and it was all around him, and it felt very eerie.

It's the wind.

It's just the wind.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his slightly trembling fingertips finally calmed down, but soon, he heard the shrunk of the wind coming from the sneering wind.

The sound of the wind came from far away, with the smell of calamity.

The voice...... The voice...... Is it the sound of a war horse neighing?!

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from afar, striking on Herbs's heart—it was the sound of horses' hooves, yes, horses' hooves!

The sound of the horse's hooves was like thunder, striking the earth, causing the earth to shake, and the dust to fly, even the special poison ivy that was wrapped around it was faintly curled up.

The iron hooves struck the green bricks, and in an instant they were very close. If there was a real frenzied coercion, it swept like a tidal wave, rushing into his limbs and bones, like solidified cement, and he could not move.

For a moment, Herbs almost choked: is it? Is it it...... It's that damn monster!

Rumble!

Just in front of him, the wall at the end of the corridor shattered, and the masonry spun out, and a dark fountain poured in.

In the darkness, the headless giant horse neighed, and on horseback, the fallen demon knight drew his long sword and held it high, and the extremely heavy giant sword trembled, cutting through the wind and roaring like a dragon.

- Pacialville!!

In an instant, Herbs subconsciously pressed the alarm device in his hand, but the alarm device seemed to be broken, and no matter how he pressed it, he couldn't press it.

Press!press!press!press!press......

No matter how you press it, there is no fucking response!

Herbs screamed, threw away the alarm, clenched the deer's head, and plucked it with all his might. In an instant, the sleeping deer head opened its eyes, and his eyes glowed with a strange green light.

It opens its mouth and hisses, emitting a hoarse melody. The poison ivy, rooted in the rock, instantly ejected and wound towards Pacialville.

However, Pacialville suddenly turned into mist, rushed through the vines and recondensed, and the dragon scale greatsword in his hand roared and slashed down!

Finished......

In an instant, Herbs's eyes were pitch black.

Bang!

It was as if he had been hit in the chest by a battering ram head-on, and he flew high and was smashed into the wall, the pain spreading from his chest to his limbs.

At least four ribs were broken, internal organs were bruised, the brain was lethargic, and the aether sense was completely lost.

But...... Why didn't he die?

"I'm not dead?"

His eyes widened in astonishment and he murmured in pain.

Right in front of his eyes, the frenzied black knight suddenly collapsed, turning into black mist and dissipating without a trace. Leaving only a shadowy figure, he stood in front of him, holding his cane, and looked at him coldly.

In his left hand, his fingers deftly shifted, and the siren that he couldn't press no matter how he did it had been torn to pieces.

Fell to the ground.

"Good evening, sir. ”

Ye Qingxuan's cane was pressed against his throat, provoking his chin and making him look at himself: "The moonlight is good tonight, it's a good time to chat, what do you think?"

Under the black top hat, the corners of the young man's mouth hooked up a cold smile:

I'm sure you'll know everything. ”――

At the beginning, it was "The Illusory Sun".

With Herbs's fear of Pacificville, Ye Qingxuan just learned the neighing of a horse, which made him confused, and smoothly led him to fantasize about the non-existent black knight.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan endured the load again, and took advantage of the chaos of Herbs, the thread was entangled, and forcibly controlled his fingers with Black Friday, so that the alarm device could not be pressed.

Fortunately, Herbs was already panicking, if he really had the determination to raise the alarm even if he sacrificed himself, and it took a few seconds to forcibly activate the alarm, Ye Qingxuan might not be able to win so easily.

After all, illusion can't kill anyone.

In the end, it was the Sigh armour that did the trick, and a single punch shattered all of his defenses and smashed him into the wall.

In just half a minute, Ye Qingxuan took a trick to forcibly control Herbs. Fortunately, the shoes made by the senior brother have thick rubber soles, and the poison ivy is not only in the dress, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would have been paralyzed on the ground and slaughtered by others.

It's a pity that this guy has only a few bags of grass seeds, except for the deer head that requires special techniques to play.

However, there were also two rings with shields and knockback effects, and Ye Qingxuan smiled without hesitation.

After asking a few words, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer:

"Sure enough, it's someone from the council...... How many are there? What are the ranks?"

After the painful ordeal of Black Friday, Herbs simply gave in: "Ten, fourteen." Five people died, and nine remained. There are eight other people besides me, two of them are resonance-level, and the team leader is interference-level......"

"How did you get in?"

"The shadow of Avalon is about to awaken, and there is a sacrifice of the Hundred Eyes among us, who can borrow divine power to open the passage......"

"And come in and die?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered, "How are you going to get out?"

"I don't know, all the ways in and out are in the hands of the team leader. Herbs shook his head bitterly: "If I had known how to get out, I'm afraid I would have run away a long time ago." ”

"What do you want to do with the Royal Orchestra?" (To be continued.) )