At that moment, Ye Qingxuan almost held his breath.

But at that moment, a furious roar sounded.

The abyssal wind tunnel opened, and the black silt erupted like a spring, and Paganini roared in rage, pulling out the sword in the stone on his chest, and the blade was pulled out, revealing a tragic breach.

It was obvious that he had been transformed into an inhuman, but after being wounded by the sword, he still shed a tragic blood.

As soon as the blade was drawn, it was entangled, bound, and sealed by layers of the cloak of original sin, as if locked in a box. The blade of the sword fell to the ground, and when it fell to the ground, the edge was lost, and it turned into stubborn iron.

And Ye Qingxuan had already been held by a dark strange hand by his throat and raised in the air.

"Do you know what you've done!

Paganini's furious face stretched out of the mud and roared at him: "Do you know what a precious thing it is!

You, you, you...... It's not a pity for you to die!"

The mud spread up the palm of his hand and engulfed him, like a violent pain in hell, like countless stalks slowly ravaging his every nerve, and the sharp pain that filled his limbs and bones instantly shattered his reason, causing him to hiss in pain.

"The greatest miracle?"

In the midst of the severe pain, Ye Qingxuan smiled with difficulty.

He raised his eyes and looked at Paganini with a mocking look in his eyes: "You don't know what the greatest miracle is." ”

"Then take your miracle with me to the Yellow Spring!"

Paganini smiled cruelly: "Don't worry, I can't bear to let you die." The greatest miracle for the rest of your long life will be 'death'. ”

The silt suddenly engulfed Elsa, and Ye Qingxuan only felt the palm that locked his throat tighten inch by inch, and his neck let out a wail that was about to shatter.

His eyes went dark.

In the last moment, his mind was empty, and for some reason, a slender shadow flashed.

It was vaguely the alley of Avalon, and in the dim light, the girl looked back at him in a dusty white dress, her eyes hazy.

"Cousin......"

Shirashi, I'm sorry.

He closed his eyes and roared with the last of his strength:

"-Wolf Flute !!!"-

Above the heavenly dome, in the Iron Whale Temple, the half-blackened wolf flute returned with the remaining masters and rolled to the ground.

"Father ......"

Wolf Flute looked up at Bane with a complicated look in his eyes: "He asked me to tell you: 'The time has come'. ”

Bane looked down and stared at the pocket watch in his hand.

The second hand coincides with the hour hand.

Half an hour, just right.

The time has come.

"Child, we will meet in the kingdom of God. ”

He closed his eyes sadly, no longer hesitating.

The pocket watch folded and was discarded in the air, tumbling and colliding on the ground with a crisp sound, and the dial cracked, freezing time in this moment.

In the silence, with the cracking sound of piercing eardrums, Bane stepped forward.

Draw your sword.

The gates of heaven are opened.

So, above the heavenly dome, the sea of light gave birth to lotus-

With the turmoil of the Sea of Light, the heavens and the earth roared.

A solemn melody resounded from among the iron whales, shaking the sky and the earth.

At that moment, Father Bann hung his head, stood with his sword in his hand, his breath cut off, as if he had died, and his body turned into a stone statue, but in his shell, there was an incomparable solemnity and sacredness brewing, and a wheel of light slowly emerged behind him, majestic and sufficient.

In the sea of light, the lotus flower is in full bloom.

The brilliant flower composed of countless waves of light bloomed between heaven and earth, illuminating Paganini's stunned face, and the pale face became whiter and whiter, once again illuminated by the light that had appeared in countless nightmares.

Gates of Heaven......

At the sight of the light, his back ached as if it were about to tear.

Hundreds of years ago, when he was falling into the abyss, six generations of popes came with swords and pierced him from behind. He survived, his body faded, but the pain of the sword still remained in his soul.

The power of judgment flowed along the music theory and was written into his soul, **** tormented him night and night, even after hundreds of years, it still hurt faintly.

And now, in that light, a rare indifferent look looked down.

So lofty, yet so contemptuous.

"Ursinus!"

Paganini gritted his teeth and muttered the names of the six popes, as if to tear his throat apart: "You're not dead yet! I know! I know! You monsters who are more deformed than me......"

The moment the gate of the kingdom of heaven opened, the wind tunnel from the abyss was completely frozen, and there was no way to enter or exit.

The light of God's mercy shone down from the sky, but with an undeniable coldness and cruelty, it sprinkled the whole world inch by inch, and even the garment of original sin trembled under this light, constantly cracking out cracks.

And in the sea of light, a vague shadow slowly emerged.

It was like the gate of the kingdom of God was opened, and the archangel guarding the kingdom of heaven slowly raised his head with the sword of light and flame, and walked out of the holy kingdom, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

In the reflection of the sea of light, the huge phantom-like figure looked down and stared at Paganini.

Compared to that huge figure, everything in the world is as small as dust.

Who will be worthy of the day he comes, and who will stand when he appears?

- for he is like the fire of the alchemist, and the alkali of the bleacher.

In that solemn hoarse melody, the reflection of the angel in the sea of light raised its sword blade and slashed down towards Paganini!

"Really...... It's been a long time!"

Paganini stared at the gate of heaven, his expression changed in a complicated way, and in the end, he showed a trace of disdain: "This kind of hypocrisy is still so abhorrent. ”

At that moment, Paganini opened his mouth.

What comes out of the mouth is a strange and beautiful melody, which is tangible, intertwined with countless music theories, and transformed into a bewitching and beautiful silhouette, dressed in wild and ancient costumes, painted with oil paint, bathed in darkness, but smiling brightly.

Facing the divine punishment of the heavenly kingdom, she still didn't know it, indulged in the melody, and danced with it.

There was no evil in the melody and no madness.

Just beautiful, pure without the slightest blemish.

There is no so-called sacredness, and there is no evil from the abyss, and the countless music theories that rise and fall are intertwined to form a pure beauty that does not contain any attributes.

It is like stripping away all hypocrisy and revealing a thirst for truth and beauty. No matter what others think, how the world and morality blame, still follow that path without regrets.

It was a heartfelt desire, and there was no way to fake it.

So the heavens and the earth were also infected by this melody, and the reality changed abruptly under the reflection of music theory, as if it had been smashed and reconstructed again, transforming into a beautiful and pure world.

Dance of the Witches

In the past, only musicians who were pure in pursuit of music theory were qualified to inherit the holy name of 'Paganini', and it is for this reason that Paganini ignored the boundary between humans and demons and chose to fall into the abyss.

Hundreds of years later, Paganini's core music theory has washed away his fascination with abyssal music theory and no longer rejects the power of the Holy City, but neither of them can affect his essence, and he reconciles them with pure music theory, and completely washes away all its attributes and makes it a part of himself.

Under the power of the Witch's Dance, his form, which had been living in the abyss, was sublimated and purified, freed from the mud and transformed into a vague human form.

The vague human form resembles a man and a woman, unable to distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and does not seem to be bitterly evil, nor holiness and integrity, but only full of reverence and pursuit of pure music theory.

He has faintly escaped the shackles of the abyss, and has incarnated into some kind of achievement, and in time, it is not impossible to break free from the shackles of the Hundred Eyes and become a new natural disaster.

It's a pity that the shortcut he sought to be promoted has been destroyed by Ye Qingxuan's own hands, and he is only ...... One step away.

And at this moment, the phantom of "Witch's Dance" finally collided with the blades of the Heavenly Gate.

In an instant, everything was engulfed in a blinding light.

The blazing light engulfed Paganini's figure and dried up the sea of light above the sky. More than a dozen huge iron whales shook violently, and were pushed into the distance by the violent force.

Even the sound was completely erased by the chaotic force generated when the two collided. Any eye that dared to look at that sky was burned to char.

The clash between the two very different systems of music theory caused an uproar.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, all the musicians who have reached the level of formal musicians and who have built a music theory system in their bodies feel their hearts suffocated, their eyes blackened, and they are almost destroyed by the aftermath.

The ether ball and other precision equipment quickly exploded one by one, and even the observation cauldron in the Iron Whale Temple and the central church also cracked out of the cracks, and the viscous mercury in the kettle quickly evaporated and was completely scrapped.

It wasn't until a long time later that the aftermath finally subsided completely.

The city had been completely destroyed, rifted.

But even so, it still hovers in the sky so unreasonably.

It's like a speck of light reflected in a mirror on the wall, even if the wall is shattered, the spot is still there.

It is not a physical entity, not even a being, but a projection cast here by a distant being in the etheric realm, an altar for sacrifice and sacrifice.

And the altar has fulfilled its mission, then there is no need to continue to exist, and its projection gradually collapses, dissipates into the ether, and gradually falls apart.

And in the midst of the ruins, surrounded by the cold fragments of statues, there was a hoarse laughter.

"I'm alive! I'm alive!"

The mutilated vague figure stood on top of the ruins, battered so badly that its body had been shattered, and the music theory that made up the body was in a mess, almost out of control.

But he was still so happy, as if he had heard a great joke, and he leaned back and laughed happily. Looking at the cracked sky, Paganini roared:

"You can't kill me! Ulcinus!

I, a sinner who has fallen into the abyss, is still alive! And your so-called kingdom of heaven is still an empty lie!"

"--None of you can fool you!"

Burst!

A crisp voice sounded.

A dull, red-hot blade pierced through his chest, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Behind him, the earthly heaven hidden by the moonlight slowly shattered, revealing Ye Qingxuan, who was half blackened, and the fainting girl in his arms.

On his chest, Xiao Yuan had been completely extinguished, and there was no more moonlight.

Using his last strength, he held the sword in the stone, firm and steady, piercing through the stunned Paganini in front of him.

"What a coincidence. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at his eyes and smiled miserably:

"—I'm still alive. (To be continued.) )