He froze in place, staring blankly at the Gate of Hades in front of him—it seemed that after hundreds of years, without the maintenance and regular maintenance of future generations, the music theory matrix inside it had collapsed into a pulp on its own. The slightest interference from an external force quickly collapsed.

It's unbelievably fast.

As the Gates of Hades collapsed, there was a terrible cracking sound, and the army of clay puppets in the furious attack froze in place, and then quickly melted and collapsed, returning to the mud, never to be seen again.

"That's the end of it?"

"We won!"

"After all, it is an outdated puppet, although there are many routines, but it is too rigid, once the rules are figured out, there is no threat at all. No matter how large the number is, it is not a threat. ”

"Is the dungeon open?"

In an instant, everyone's voices came from the noise, and they couldn't wait to rush to the door, ready to explore.

"Wait! ”

Ye Qingxuan stopped in front of them, still feeling that something was wrong: "Don't you think there's anything wrong?"

In the uproar, some people looked serious and thoughtful, but some people didn't think so, they just thought that Ye Qingxuan was alarmist, and asked one after another.

In this regard, Ye Qingxuan was speechless: he couldn't figure out what went wrong. Even 'what's wrong' is just an inexplicable feeling.

Soon, the door roared and slowly opened.

Dust fell on his hair, waking him from his musings.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, looked back in astonishment, and frowned:

"Who drove it?"

No one responded.

In front of the door, Colt and Torre also looked at him in amazement, and the three looked at each other. Suddenly understood something, and each other's faces changed drastically, and they turned pale.

No one is going to open the door here.

Other words...... The door is pushed open from the inside!

"—Tytalus. ”

Just behind the door, in the solid darkness, someone sang hoarsely.

A rancid miasma haze spreads. A tall, thin, withered figure staggered forward, with chains at his ankles, and his voice shrill as he dragged it on the ground.

The chains that seemed to have been burned to crimson rubbed against the ground, and sparks burst out.

"--O Tyruse!"

The suffering, bitter voice sang hoarsely: "Thou shalt lie under the canopy of zelkova trees, and try to play the song of the mountains with thy slender reed flute." ”

In the darkness, the rickety figure slowly straightened up. The sound of the joints grinding against each other was like broken wood, full of pain. Just like that, he walked into the hall outside the door, and in the light of the fire, he revealed his face.

At his feet, the chains of pain still sing:

"Look at me—"

"Look at me!" he sang, "I am about to leave this beautiful garden and go into exile, but you are still sitting in the shade!"

The flickering and dim light of the fire illuminated its face, making people shudder through it.

It was a withered and decayed skeleton.

It came out of the darkness and passed through the gates of Hades, which had been opened. Step into this majestic temple. On the withered body was still wearing a pure white robe, although the silver tattoo on it had been broken and decayed, but it still carried a strange solemn solemnity.

Even if he still has shackles on his feet, he has become a prisoner.

Only now, everyone has seen that above his neck. Nothing. And the severed head was in his right hand.

Someone poured molten gold into his mouth, turning his face beyond recognition, ugly and hideous, but his lips were still open and closed. Chewing on the blackened gold, he hoarsely sang "Pastoral".

And in his left hand, holds the holy and solemn scepter.

When the scepter fell to the ground, it made a sonorous sound like a whip on the hearts of all.

From the moment he stepped out of the gates of Hades, a storm erupted in the sea of ether, trembling with his hoarse singing.

It was only now that Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized why the Gate of Hades collapsed so easily-because the source of the power of the Gate of Hades had been connected to this skeleton!

Through the Silent Eye, he could see that countless golden rays of light extending from the entire dungeon were wrapped around the skeleton - it was the music theory that was supposed to be wrapped around the Gate of Hades - at this moment, it was the core of the entire matrix, the master of the Gate of Hades!

Besides, even without the blessing of external power, this ghost thing is enough to make people's hearts palpitate.

It was a complete ......

"The remains of the saints!"

Someone finally recognized his origin, screamed, and staggered back: "Those madmen......! The remains of the saints were made into ...... Such a!"

Just in front of the gate, the body of the saint who had been sealed for a hundred years dragged the shackles and slowly stepped forward.

In its hands, the idyllic head seemed to evoke a sneer.

The pupils of his eyes were full of blazing anger.

It opened its mouth and roared silently.

The scepter fell.

- Collapse!

So, the roar of the landslide and the earth cracked came.

It's like a waterfall falling from the sky, and endless mud roars in.

In the sound of the mire boiling, countless burly mud puppet warriors re-emerged from it.

The hundreds of clay puppet warriors armed with shields and spears seemed to be marching from the underworld, and at this moment, in the middle of the hall, they were half-kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads to the 'prisoner' who had walked out of the gate of Hades, offering the purest respect.

Greetings to their leaders - return!

"Leader...... I see!"

Ye Qingxuan was like a thunderbolt, and his chaotic thoughts suddenly opened: until now, he finally understood what was wrong.

In the phalanx of Romulus, spear-throwers, javelin-bearers, warriors armed with shields and daggers...... Even the chariots are available!

All along, they have relied on established procedures and patterns to drive out foreign invaders, but they have no leader, a commander over them.

And how much combat effectiveness can a legion without command exert?

Now, Ye Qingxuan finally understood why the gate of the underworld was so easy to crack.

When the core of the Gates of Hades determines that the simple defense is no longer able to resist the invaders, the change of music theory will interrupt the defense, channeling and injecting all the power into the remains of the saints behind the Gates of Hades.

Then, when the intruder still thought that he had broken the ban, he was ecstatic. The remains of the saints will emerge from the gates of Hades, leading the endless phalanx of Romulus to slaughter all incoming enemies to the slag!

It's all a routine! This is full of scheming, and it is simply vicious to the bone!

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his scalp was numb: the group of Romulus dead ghosts back then, in order not to be dug up after his death, he really did everything.

――But now, what should I do?

Those who can be called saints are undoubtedly unparalleled powerhouses in their lifetimes. In the material realm, there is also a realm of its own in the etheric realm.

Although the power in the physical realm has dissipated with the fall of the saints, there is no doubt that the scepter remains in the etheric realm.

In other words, the corpse in front of him is at least the master of the scepter! And with the continuous blessing of the alchemy matrix that spreads throughout the underground palace, the Gate of Hades, it can be said that the power is inexhaustible.

In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, that skeleton was simply a huge whirlpool, in addition to the dazzling light like the scorching sun in the skull on his right hand, there were also countless music entanglements on the 'scepter' on his left hand.

- The Chapter of Fate!

It was a unique movement written by all the souls and minds before the fall of the saints!

In full view of everyone, the body of the saint straightened up and slowly raised the cracked scepter. Then, the sound of a mighty trumpet came from the void, and the Divine Realm was about to descend here.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's cane suddenly fell to the ground, and the Nine Heavens Ring burst out with a cold and sharp roar.

In the backpack, dozens of silver nails shot out, and countless chains intertwined out of thin air, turning into nets and tightening, locking the body of the saint in place.

With the snap of his fingers, cracks broke out on the chains, and Ye Qingxuan only felt that the place he was bound to was not a dead thing, but an active volcano. Just the force of the shock made his eyes blacken, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

In the next moment, the silver nails that pierced the saint's body silently turned to dust, and the chains fell apart.

What Ye Qingxuan wants to bind is not a single body, what he is fighting against is a realm that has descended from the etheric realm, and the miraculous power called by the chapter of fate.

It's like going head-on against the entire Shadow of Avalon......

It's like a mantis arm as a car.

Ridiculous and ridiculous.

And it was at this moment that everyone finally realized what the enemy they were about to face was.

There is no need to hesitate.

No need to shout.

No communication is required.

At that moment, everyone unanimously woke up the instrument and released their strongest destructive movement towards the skeleton!

If you are stupid and let this thing fully unfold the scepter, then the next thing will be a one-sided torture...... Just think about it with your toes, thumbs, and heads, and you can make up hundreds of horrific deaths!

For a third- and fourth-order musician, trying to confront a saint in the realm of a saint is as desperate and futile as a chicken fighting a butcher on a board.

That's qualitative crushing.

No matter how fast and fast the chicken paw wields, it is difficult to match the kitchen knife with a broken head.

So, if you want to struggle your way out, you have to be put on the board before you are put on the board!

In an instant, the frenzied music continued to sound, and those fierce melodies collided, resonating with the Aetheric Sea, evolving into a blazing light of destruction.

The earth is full of fire, and the thunder shines......

In the roar, I don't know how many blazing streamers fell from the sky, completely enveloping the body of that strange saint. (To be continued.) )