In the Hidden Temple, he bent down and looked at the thing in front of him, which was less than half a man tall.

It was clearly not something that was originally here, but was brought into it by a later person.

The bronze cauldron looked like a budding lotus flower, with fine details and rigorous workmanship, without the slightest gap in the body. Ye Qingxuan carefully put on a mask and gloves for himself, opened its outer cover, and counted the large and small grooves in it:

"Blending Pool, Fusion Pool, Cultivation Pool......"

In many of the grooves, mold has grown because of the long time left unattended, and the sink has become cloudy, emitting a foul smell, the internal precision wiring has been blocked, and the patina has spread.

This cultivation kettle, which cost more than 10,000 gold, has been completely damaged due to negligent maintenance.

This is a special alchemy equipment, which is useless for ordinary musicians, and cannot be used as a weapon, let alone play music.

It is a specially made auxiliary device for certain chantors.

The main uses are......

――Cultivating viruses!

Holding on to the last hope, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and shoveled down a residual white spot from the bottom of the cultivation kettle: in the observation of the Silent Eye, that white spot was magnified thousands of times in an instant.

It can already be seen that countless dead viruses have dissolved, but there are still a few 'survivors' with thousands of vitality in it.

With the level of Ye Qingxuan's layman, he couldn't understand what they were, and the Silent Eye was not a professional analysis equipment, so he couldn't determine what kind of principle this virus was made through and what kind of effect it could achieve.

All he needed to know was one thing.

The virus he found in this culture kettle was the same as the virus he had seen in the church!

When he was sure about it. A heart sank to the bottom.

A few years ago, the strange flu virus that broke out overnight and infected the whole of Auschwitz came from this culture cault.

At the same time, there are still traces of the arrival of the Yellow King at the scene.

What's more, the whole world knows about it...... The Yellow King of this generation is a unique genius musician for hundreds of years, in addition to his excellent attainments in alchemy. In the Chant faction, it can be said that it has reached unprecedented heights.

Now you say that this plague was not created by the Yellow King.

Who believes?

Anyway, Ye Qingxuan believed it.

-- I don't dare to believe it.

If this was done by the Yellow King, then he should think carefully about what the Holy City meant......

Because of their demonic blood, the Romulus people have been driven to a desolate land like Auschwitz, but in the eyes of the nations, they still have to use this method to get rid of the cancer......

Caligula once showed him the scales on his leg and told him, "We have paid too much for this sin we were born with." Ye Qingxuan didn't understand what he meant at that time, but now he thinks about it. He's probably already vaguely aware of something.

If all this is at the behest of the Holy City, then ......

"You're so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, and after pondering for a moment, he took out his cane and pointed it on the cultivation cauldron.

In the blazing light, the culture kettle quickly melted and twisted, and finally turned into a puddle of red-hot iron juice that could not be seen from its original appearance.

It's like the inscription of the Silent Eye is right.

――Sometimes. Knowing the truth is not an easy task.

Here the secret, he has been determined to completely rot in his stomach.

The stakes are just too big. You must not say it, or even let others find out that you have entered this place. Otherwise, if the news leaks, he doesn't want to 'end his life' inexplicably.

The Assassins raised by the nations were not dry.

Moreover, there is the nightmare cloud over the heads of all the musicians, the Silent Mechanism.

The only thing he could do was to leave the place as soon as he got out, and find an excuse to take Elder Caligula and Elsa somewhere else. He believed in the competence of the Fifth Sector. It shouldn't be a problem to hide two people.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the idol, which seemed to be looking down at him as well, half of its face hidden in the darkness, the corners of its mouth slightly hooked. Mockery.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze, closed the door, extinguished the flame, and looked back to see no trace.

And just as he was carefully eliminating his remaining clues, he suddenly felt a bang above his head, and dust fell. The dome cracked into a huge gap.

"Earthquake?"

He subconsciously muttered to himself, but immediately he felt the blood in his chest flowing violently as if it were boiling, and the moonlight flashed, almost irrepressible.

Because I sensed the overwhelming abyss aura......

"Black musician!"

He was stunned, staring blankly at the silent eye, in the induction of the blood of heaven and man, the huge etheric source with the abyss music theory continued to flicker, and soon, near or far, the black musicians sensed were close to a hundred!

And just above the sky, there was a distorted wave so large that it could be faintly sensed in the dungeon through the rock formations......

He rushed out of the dungeon.

Just below the mine, a charred body fell from the sky, a blazing rain of blood.

He looked up, and through the terrible crack, he saw that the dark sky was red with flames, and it was as bright as day.

It's like twilight in hell-

He didn't have time to hesitate any longer, and quickly crawled out of the mine, and as soon as he poked his head out, he saw chaos and slashing.

Surrounded by a group of monsters, Torre killed all the way, and the monsters in front of him fell apart one after another.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan, his eyes lit up.

"Ye Qingxuan, you see Casper ......"

Before the words fell, several cold lights came to his face.

The silver spike rubbed in the air until it was crimson, and poured straight into his throat, followed by the roar of the trumpet, and the flames erupted, burning him to a mass of charcoal from the inside out.

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand expressionlessly and recalled his silver nails.

"Who are you fooling by playing illusions in front of me. ”

The body fell to the ground.

The thing had no face, and its face was blank. As life wears away, it quickly ossifies, and the soft scales that change color quickly stiffen and wither.

In the end, all that remained was a charred ash that could not be seen as it had been.

"--Faceless Youling. ”

Ye Qingxuan bent down and picked through the ashes and found the remaining half of the bone fragment. The skull looked like a mask, with a sinister smile.

This is the heir cultivated by the Dark Lords with the power of Mother Earth, and unlike the cannon fodder of the lost, the demon of Faceless Youling, who is born with the power of illusion, is the best assassin.

As long as you have seen it from afar, you can imitate it from afar, and you can't tell it apart in a hurry, and this kind of ghost thing is proficient in the 'way of mimicry' of the illusion school, and almost all movements can be imitated, except that the power is greatly reduced. There are few other flaws.

Not to mention playing Cheng Musician, there is even a faceless Youling playing Cheng Pillow Man, no one has found out for five or six consecutive years.

It's a pity that no matter how much it changes, it is still a demon in his bones. A distance of dozens of steps was stimulated by the induction of moonlight. In a hurry, it didn't guard against Ye Qingxuan's sudden release of his hot hand, and as soon as he made a move, he directly released the "Night of the Barren Mountain" stored in the Nine Heavens Ring, and beckoned him with the firepower of the stake. One hit kills without causing trouble.

Otherwise, if it drags on. The hell knows what else this guy has to do.

This disguise naturally does not hinder itself, but it ...... What about others?

Ye Qingxuan looked around, and in the induction of the silent eye, Auschwitz was simply full of red light. It's like being in another world in an instant, falling into the lair of a black musician.

"The others are going to be okay there, right?"

"Trash!"

Surrounded by a group of demons, Gülen snorted coldly. The iron armor burned to crimson, and the light was dazzling, and as the music played, the dazzling flames erupted from the soil under his feet one after another, and one by one swallowed the demons that pounced on them.

Under a terrible fire comparable to a crematorium. The demons that pounced on them turned to ashes one by one, but unfortunately, those ghosts were like insects, crawling out of the crypt and behind the walls in a steady stream, and they couldn't kill them anyway.

One died, and ten more emerged, and after devouring the ashes of their companions, their bodies swelled rapidly, becoming more and more hideous. They pounced on him one after the other, hissing and enveloping him.

"Glenn!

Not far away, Torre took Casper to make a way and looked back at him: "Go first, meet the others......"

"What's wrong with having more of this garbage?"

Glenn grabbed a demon in his hand, closed his iron fist, and turned the struggling demon into ashes in his hand, and pulled out the long sword from his waist with a wild laugh.

Musicians rarely wear swords, because for musicians, ordinary weapons are no match for music. But Gülen's family of musicians has found a different way, combining swordsmanship and music, wearing swords and armor, looking like a samurai instead of musicians. When you fight, you will die like a samurai.

As the sword was drawn, the flames all over the ground suddenly suffocated. The frenzied wind pressure wrapped around the blade, almost forming a substance, and a vague layer of bleakness could be faintly seen.

Wherever the sword passed, an invisible wind pressure sliced the earth apart, and blood splattered.

Glenn jumped into the midst of the demons, and was invincible. The long sword in his hand was vertical and horizontal, stirring up a patch of scarlet. In an instant, the demons were swept away.

Among the corpses everywhere, Glenn sneered, put his sword into the sheath, and looked back at Torre:

"Look, these ......"

Before the words fell, the flesh and blood everywhere suddenly rushed towards him as if he was alive, and suddenly, Gülen's whole person was engulfed in flesh and blood. The flesh and blood instantly turned into a rotting shape, as if countless corpses had been sewn together by clumsy means, and even the stitches were sparkling white bones, which looked terrible and abnormal.

The stitched giant corpse roared, and the huge 'head' twisted to stare at where Torre was.

Immediately after, a red flame lit up from his abdomen, stitching up the giant corpse and screaming, and the flame-riddled Gülen actually burst out of his abdomen.

Only now, the iron armor on his body has been completely corroded and softened by the terrible acid, and even his skin is almost gone, leaving only a terrible layer of blood. (To be continued.) )