When the fiery thing fell from the sky, it roared like a dragon's roar.

The roar shook the temple, causing the earth to tremble faintly, the walls humming, and the air nearly solidified, colliding with each other like boulders, emitting a scorching smell of iron.

"Something!"

Paganini looked up, his eyes narrowed, as if to recognize what was about to fall from the sky.

The darkness around him boiled, layers of music emerged one after another, and strange melodies overlapped, chaotic and sharp, very harsh, but there was a certain strange rhythm and sense of wholeness.

It's like a monster in the dark showing its scales and half claws, thrilling at the same time, but difficult to judge the whole picture.

"Hahaha!!!"

The wolf flute danced and pointed at Paganini and shouted excitedly: "Die, dead lady!

Paganini's face was gloomy, and darkness roared all around him.

Immediately after, the thing that fell from the sky approached.

From a long distance, I felt the fierce aura that was revealed in an instant, which was terrifying.

It tore through everything, sliced through the sky, shook storms and thunder, rushed forward, rushed, rushed! and ...... A beautiful arc was drawn in the dull gaze of everyone, grazing the edge of the city and falling into the distance.

Rumble!

There was a roar in the distance, and there was no more sound, only a dead silence.

Smashed?

smash!

Wolf Flute's smile froze.

There was a long silence.

Paganini looked down at the sluggish duo with a mocking and gloomy smile: "Your savior seems to have gone the wrong way." And, what did you just call me?"

"I ...... I ......"

The wolf flute scratched his head and laughed awkwardly: "What did I just say? Maybe you heard it wrong, I didn't say anything~ When is the so-called retribution." Mistress Paganini, you seem to be kind and kind-hearted, why don't you let us go with great mercy?

We will definitely repay your kindness as a cow and a horse, and it will be passed on in the future, not for a good story, what do you think?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan spurted out a mouthful of old blood, wanting to cry without tears: "This is the helper you called? Damn, big brother, what is your backbone! Is it really good to kneel so quickly?"

Paganini laughed. Staring at the wolf flute, his expression became satisfied.

"Well said. ”

He raised his hand and pressed it suddenly, and darkness swept in:

"-Unfortunately, it's pointless!"

That moment.

There is light-

Hundreds of miles away, above the vast desert wasteland, the cold moon illuminated the vast depression on the ground.

In the midst of the rubble, in the shocking pit, the earth turned and stretched out a hand.

"My ...... Old Bones ......"

The hoarse voice sighed helplessly. A hand came out of the dirt, but there was no part left, only the wrinkled, age-spotted palm picking through the pit, constantly pulling out its broken body.

Finally, a patch of dirt is removed, revealing a half-charred face. The charred face slowly recovered, growing, staring at the moonlight. Sighing:

"It's really hard to take on a business trip, I knew it earlier...... Just stay in the dungeon in peace...... Look at the gate...... I want to hear a truth from the headmaster. It's even more difficult than those natural disasters to get good......"

He shuddered, put his broken body back together, and at last, he was back whole, with a rag wrapped in a haphazard layer of rags and a broken stone embedded in his head. It looked extremely miserable, like a living dead who had just come out of his own grave.

It's Dominic.

"It's old. ”

He bent over and rummaged on the ground, coughing violently, and said to himself: "You can almost send a delivery to the wrong place, and when you see a familiar face, you almost overturn the car when you are excited."

Merely. After all these years, how can Paganini's face still look so much like a shemale? I don't know the whole thing, tsk......"

In the midst of his thoughts, he finally dug out a big hole from the depression, and dragged the contents out with all his strength. The slender iron box slammed into the ground with a clatter, a loud bang.

In the box, it was like something angry struggling, buzzing.

"Thankfully, the box is of good quality. ”

Dominic checked the box and breathed a sigh of relief: "If this thing is going to break, I'm afraid I'm really going to be thrown into the boiler by His Excellency the Headmaster to boil the bath water for Her Majesty." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a stone from the ground and slammed it down, cracking the lock.

The iron box shook and was pushed open from the inside.

The brilliant light rose into the sky, like a meteor flying into the sky in retrograde.

For a moment, the flash illuminated his decaying face.

"Open the door, the courier has arrived!"

He grinned and smiled weirdly:

"Who's going to sign for it?"

The light flickered and was silent.

Paganini's laughter came to an abrupt end.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that the roar erupted belatedly, and the terrifying speed that overtook the air caused a frenzied wind pressure. The wind pressure swept in all directions, tearing a series of terrible cracks in the stone slabs.

The door of the main hall was broken, and the barrier of the original sin garment was completely torn apart.

There was a click, and something fell to the ground.

That's a hand......

Paganini looked down in astonishment, looked at his bare wrist, and then looked blankly ahead, at the thing that was stuck diagonally on the floor: his own palm had been suddenly cut off by something.

Now, the thing was stuck diagonally on the floor between the two sides, silent, motionless, as if it had taken root.

Ye Qingxuan looked at it sluggishly, only hearing his own heavy breathing.

He stepped forward, unable to help himself.

In his shell, the blood, which had been so quiet since it had been stained with moonlight, was now boiling, screaming, and an indescribable impulse emerged.

He looked at the familiar thing, recognized its origin, and his eyes almost fell out.

"How could you...... Here?"

He muttered softly, as if he were talking to himself as if he were hallucinating.

"Pluck me!"

"Pull me out!"

"Come and pull me out!"

In the silence, the wolf flute laughed, laughed, and rolled on the ground.

Before leaving, in the principal's office, the wolf flute took the ordinary-looking whistle from the principal's hand and was silent for a long time.

"Mr. Headmaster gave me this thing, will it really be useful?"

"Yes. ”

Maxwell smiled slightly: "You know, he only has the blood of heaven and man, and half of it comes from Lancelot, especially ...... Her mother has a special status. ”

"What do you mean?"

"The Lancelot family has been the backbone of the kingdom since ancient times, and their loyalty to the royal family has never wavered. And the royal family never hesitates to reward and entrap this loyalty, such as the simplest ...... Marriage. ”

Maxwell's smile became mysterious: "Few people know that his mother's mother, his maternal grandmother, was the sister of the previous Emperor Anglo.

Do you know what that means, Wolf Flute? He's one-eighth royal? In other words, he was born with the right to inherit Anglo's thirty-seventh line!

Because of this, he qualified to be a representative of the royal school.

It is precisely because of this that he will be recognized and chosen by 'it' because of his exploits in Avalon. Possess the qualifications to harness its power. ”

......

At that moment, a flash of surprise flashed in Paganini's eyes, and he finally recognized the ghost thing that only appeared in legends and fairy tales.

"Stop!"

He roared angrily, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and the broken palm reached out from the crack and pressed down, interweaving a frenzied melody that in an instant, it was about to completely crush the boy into mud and burn him to ashes.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, clenched it tightly, and forced.

From the ground, pulled out the dusty, inconspicuous, patina and chipped......

- Sword in the Stone!(To be continued.) )