The dusty iron door shook, and the black aura that wrapped around it danced wildly, scraping the musician's face like a blade, and sparks burst out.

In front of the iron gate, the burly man with black scales raised his hammer.

The deformed and large bones stretched his physique to an incomparably large size, and as the strange music sounded, it swelled again to more than three meters.

He was covered in tattered red robes, and the traces of various attacks could be faintly seen, as well as the 'eye in the eye' coat of arms at the mouth of his heart.

In his chest, there seemed to be a distorted singing voice, as if the internal organs were singing loudly. In that song, his exaggerated muscles arched high again.

The hammer fell, but there was no sound!

All the power penetrated the spike, piercing it bit by bit into the heavy iron door. With every inch of the spike, the dark aura on the iron door weakened.

Six nails had already been driven into the iron door, and this was the last one.

Spike of Bounds.

This is an alchemical item used in the excavation of ancient ruins, and the alloy spike is forcibly wedged into the junction of the barrier, blocking the flow of aether, and forcibly opening an entrance and exit into the barrier.

"Izzy, be quicker. ”

Behind him, the gloomy priest Eloth, shrouded in red robes, spoke and held a fist-sized ball of ether in his hand.

On the ether sphere, silver light dots represent the surrounding ether fluctuations. And in the distance, a wriggling darkness was rapidly approaching, and the darkness was changing, and no matter how much his senses tried to detect it, he could not see what was really going on under the darkness.

There is an abyss approaching rapidly, choosing people to devour......

You know, even the Black Knight who became after the fall of the Knight of the Round Table will reveal his form on this. So, what the hell is this evil thing?!

Truth be told, he didn't want to know at all: he just wanted to complete his mission before that thing arrived, and then unleash his divine powers to get out of here.

He narrowed his eyes and recited the name of the god in his heart, suppressing his faint uneasiness.

Even if he had already stepped into the interference level under the gift of the Hundred Eyes. There is still a faint uneasiness here - after all, the Shadow of Avalon is the 'scepter' of King Arthur in the past.

And why did the Royal Orchestra make the ballroom look like a fortress?

What's hidden in this?

"The door is about to open, everyone be careful......" he commanded in a low voice.

Behind him, the six black musicians exuded a strong aura of calamity, almost condensed into substance.

In this kind of black zone that is completely infiltrated by negative forces, it is their world, and just entering here makes their own strength skyrocket, almost stepping forward.

Although there was a low shock, the black qi on the iron door suddenly dissipated. The seal was forcibly chiseled through by the Boundary Breaking Spike!

Syllable!

The sound of bubbles bursting sounded, and the area enclosed by the seven Boundary Breaking Nails suddenly shattered, turning into a stream of sand and flowing down. Behind the iron gate, a stale smell as thick as liquid erupted!

In an instant, Izzy, who was in the front, suddenly changed color, suddenly squatted down, rolled on the spot, and narrowly flashed the impact. A dark aura filled the hallway in an instant. Soon, it dissipated without a trace.

It's right around the corner. He struggled to get up, and seeing the gray aura spreading on his skin, he quickly took off a bottle of potion from his waist and splashed it on his skin.

After a corrosive sound, the rotten aura dissipated without a trace, and the thick arms and half of the chest were also corroded to the point that only sparkling white bones remained.

His countenance distorted. Gritting his teeth, he tightened the tattered red robe on his body, wrapping the body with only bones left.

He was lucky enough to dodge the impact, but his companions behind him were not necessarily lucky.

The Priestess Eros was already engulfed in the aura of decay, and his body was swirled in a gray mist. Something like the fog of Avalon wrapped around him, eating away at his shell inch by inch.

In the midst of the gray aura, his body was changing violently.

In an instant, from a human to a huge human wolf, after the human wolf was eroded by the gray breath, the human wolf quickly shrank and collapsed, becoming a rough and short black dwarf, the dwarf was also eroded, he changed again, turning into a half-bird and half-human eagle body.

This time, his change lasted for a long time, but he still couldn't get rid of it—he had already lost two bodies. With difficulty, he took off a bell from his waist and rang it with all his might.

Then, there was a sharp voice like an eagle in the void, and a phantus with the head of an eagle and two wings on its back appeared behind him, waved his hand, dispelled the decaying aura, whispered something, and dissipated without a trace.

Eros knelt on the ground, reverently chanting the scriptures, sending away the avatar of the divine power before looking behind him.

Behind him, of the six black musicians, only three and a half were still alive.

The two were already shrouded in gray mist, completely reduced to stone. One of them abandoned his body, and at the last moment, his head was pulled out of his neck, and with half of his spine amputated, he stretched out a hundred feet and wandered on the ground, and the palpitations did not disappear.

"Don't delay, don't miss the opportunity. ”

Elos coughed hoarsely, picked up the aether orb, and after making sure there was no more danger inside, he made the first to pass through the rift.

The soft light shone on his face, and the old face had one after another open wounds, and the blood was faintly oozing, which was extremely poignant.

But when he saw everything in the banquet hall, he couldn't help but be deeply frightened on that face.

Compared to this group of guys, who is the worshipper of the evil gods and who is the black musician......

"What exactly did you do?"

He muttered hoarsely-

After a long absence, the ballroom was once again filled with visitors.

It's still brightly lit, with bright crystal lamps hanging high and not stained with dust.

A magnificent, pure white wall, gold-leafed columns, delicately embossed and beautiful tiles, and the soft sound of music still lingers here.

The melody is soft and beautiful, lingering in people's ears, making people feel reassuring and calm. It's just here, but it's heart-wrenching.

This is not a melody that should be present at a banquet, this is Requiem No. 6 that only appears at the funeral of Anglo's musicians!

-- Aether is above, may the dead be immortal.

Their bodies were immortal.

At the only long table, the distinguished guests sat on either side, dressed in meticulous gowns, with dignified and lifelike expressions.

It was the head of the thirteen orchestras that ruled over all the national musicians in Anglo, second only to the crooked musicians below the saints.

And right in the center is the head of the Royal Orchestra, wearing a crystal crown and a white robe. He sat upright in his place, with a solemn face, not angry.

It's just that here, all the people are bound to iron chairs in heavy shackles. The shackles extended from his joints and were nailed deep into the bones.

The heavy iron chair is connected to the floor, and it is one and the same.

Where is this like a group of musicians?

It's like treating a pack of mad dogs...... But their expressions are still so solemn and solemn, which makes people feel awe.

Time seemed to stand still forever at the moment when they raised their glasses to toast, and they drank the wine in their glasses, still holding their glasses in their hands. And then he didn't move again.

Eros glanced at his companion as someone stepped forward and carefully took his finger and dipped a little dried powder in their cup and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, there was a beeping sound in the man's throat, and he bent down and vomited, spitting out a pile of petrified flesh. The flesh and blood fell to the ground with a loud sound.

"'Penglai's Medicine'. ”

The man struggled to make a sound: "Damn, where did they get so much Penglai medicine...... Many medicinal herbs were extinct before the end of the Dark Ages!"

In order to transform their bodies, most of the people who became black musicians studied the school of chant, and many of them were masters of potions themselves, and even contributed to the school of chant, and they were also the pioneers in the forbidden transformation area.

Therefore, their knowledge of various alchemical potions is definitely above that of most musicians.

Hearing him say this, everyone's faces changed.

In the legend, the medicine of Penglai is an elixir that can make people immortal, but everyone knows that this is bullshit. No one in the world can live forever, no one.

In the beginning, the alchemists and apothecaries of the East, the alchemists, wanted to create an elixir that would make people feel the connection between the Great Source.

They succeeded, and the devourers gained power and sublimation in the Great Source.

The price is that the swallower loses his body and life, and his body becomes a stone that is not gold or jade, immortal for thousands of years, as if he were immortal.

There will be a moment when their minds will transcend the limits of time and appear in the distant past, and in the distant future, to see the stars in the sky and the demons behind them, the fire beneath the earth's crust and the sins hidden in the fire.

Perhaps they all finally merged into the Great Source and reached the realm of omniscience.

Maybe they're just dead.

Who knows?

No one knows......

No one knows why this group of musicians, who gathered all the power of Anglo, chose to commit suicide here and swallowed this potion at the same time.

Eros looked expressionless as he walked past the musicians on either side, and finally stopped in front of the majestic-looking leader.

He reached out and picked up the tissue paper in front of him that had decayed over the years.

On it were the names of thirteen men, and their last words:

"--I dedicate myself to the Great and Supreme Emperor alone, may God bless the kingdom, and my emperor bless me. ”

A breeze blew, and the tissue paper turned into powder and disappeared.

Boom! Boom!

The entire banquet hall suddenly sparkled, the walls cracked and cracked, and on the other side of the banquet hall, it seemed as if some behemoth was angrily slamming against the walls.

That burning darkness......

It's coming—

A new character sketch has been updated on the meager one, and you can guess who it is~ The answer will be announced in the update tomorrow (if I remember) (to be continued.) )