During the siege of the four, Ye Qingxuan didn't know why, but felt that the chill was getting more and more biting.

The pressure on him from the saint who had never made a move was increasing, and it was difficult for him to concentrate on it.

At this time, between the five of them, the ether fluctuated one after another, attacking and countering first, and shifting defense...... The music theory of all kinds of movements is intertwined in one place, and it has become a chaotic web, and the slightest mistake can lead to the evil consequences of the whole body.

In the face of this kind of war of attrition, which must focus on the overall situation and at the same time, Ye Qingxuanzhong's uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

They wanted to drag themselves here, separating him from the Leviathan's Scourge incarnation, and smashing each one.

This is not Anglo.

The longer it drags on, the more terrible the Asgardian counterattack will be, and a quick victory will have to be made.

So......

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, and suddenly, he withdrew all his defenses, ignored the siege of the saints, and turned around and crossed dozens of meters.

Mahler, it's just a stone's throw away!

At that moment, he saw the dilated pupils of the saint.

The sword of the New Testament was raised and aimed at Mahler's heart, and despite the full siege of the saints behind him, the blade tore through layers of defense in an instant, colliding with the robe that was obviously a holy object.

In the piercing sound, a violent upheaval erupted, and a narrow crack was torn open in the relic's robe, and the blade pierced through the back, with burning blood.

At the same time, Verdi, Puccini, and Teleman's joint attack hit Ye Qingxuan's back heart, Ye Qingxuan's body shook violently, and he felt that the scepter was violently turbulent, and the ladder was almost broken.

In an instant, injuries were exchanged for lives.

One less!

Ye Qingxuan no longer cared about Mahler, he didn't have time to wipe the blood on his face, and turned to deal with the enemy who was approaching step by step, but his movements stopped abruptly.

The sword of the New Testament stalled in its place.

Can't pull it out......

He looked back in astonishment to see Mahler's indifferent face and the blazing aetheric glow in his eyes.

In that moment, Mahler awakened the Holy Name Inheritance.

- "Song of the Earth"!

Heavy melodies resounded from the shell, wrapped in layers around the sword of the New Testament...... At this moment, all of Mahler's music theory is transformed into a lock of forbiddenness.

Sixteen hundred layers of precepts, from the inside out, he used himself as a seal, shackled the sword of the New Testament in it!

It's not a hasty decision, it's like a ......

Premeditated!

Ye Qingxuan's pupils instantly spread, and immediately after, he sensed three equally violent aether fluctuations rising behind him.

Inheritance of the Holy Name!

Verdi, Puccini, Teleman, and at the same time inspired their own holy name inheritance!

Ignoring Ye Qingxuan's hasty counterattack, Verdi stepped forward and pressed his palm on Ye Qingxuan's forehead.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be stripped from his own body, and after a short period of weightlessness and dizziness, everything in front of him distorted and changed, and a huge phantom engulfed him and pulled him into his abdomen.

Countless streamer apparitions flashed before his eyes.

In a trance, soft and cheerful singing sounds, a warm wind blows through the fireplace, crystal chandeliers illuminate the magnificent hall, and bands play dance music to make countless figures dance with it.

Ye Qingxuan looked around in astonishment, but saw that every face had a pure white mask on it, as if crying and laughing, holding him, pulling him, and inviting him to join this joyful masquerade.

Magic......

Layer after layer of illusion enveloped him, pulling him into the void.

It was as if they had split into countless people in an instant, he was Ye Qingxuan, who fought here, he was Armand, an infatuated species who admired and glamorous prostitutes, he was Nebuchadnezzar II, the tyrannical emperor, he was Rigletto, the hunchbacked and clumsy court jester, and he was Carlos, the prince who couldn't help himself......

He is a civilian...... He is a beggar...... He is a mother...... He is a son of evil......

For a moment he seemed to be shuttling through countless parts of his life, but he knew that it was an illusion, and he could still see himself on the battlefield in Asgard, and he could see Puccini walking towards him.

He wanted to resist, but he couldn't figure out which one was himself, which one was going to resist, and which one of the 100,000 was where.

The prince drew his sword and killed the emperor and became a prisoner, the harlequin assassinated the duke and was beheaded in public, and the emperor went mad and was assassinated by his guards......

Countless voices of himself, countless failures, and countless ridicule struck.

Right in front of him, Verdi stumbled to the ground, burning everything out in this illusion that had given his whole body and soul.

Puccini was close at hand, and his palm pressed against Ye Qingxuan's chest, and through his heart, countless music theories extended into the projection of the ether net. Obviously a saint of the Holy City, but music theory is completely different from the West, but ...... It's like the blood of a dragon's vein!

One...... Heaven!?

Ye Qingxuan raised his head with difficulty, and saw that his golden hair had faded and turned pale in the turmoil of music theory, and his green eyes had burned out in the fire, leaving him as black as charcoal.

The Saint Legacy forcibly corrected his bloodline, and immediately afterward, the core music theory was activated......

- Turandot!

The power of the saint was forcibly transformed into the Ye clan's bloodline talent.

Countless silver rays of light turned into threads of thought, and instantly carried on the projection of the ether net, which was the ladder!

Bypassing Ye Qingxuan, Puccini forcibly resonated with the net of ether, opening the door to the core of the natural disaster, and finally, Teleman stepped forward, burning with Puccini's power, and countless music theories were compiled from his hands, and the music was formed.

Interpretation!

Ye Qingxuan only felt a shock and coldness all over his body.

The music theory that flows from Taylorman's hands is the same source as himself...... No, it's exactly the same as your own interpretation!

The intervals, structures, techniques and even ideas are all in Ye Qingxuan's style, which is very strong. If it weren't for Ye Qingxuan to tell the difference, I'm afraid everyone would mistake it for his arm, right?

Teleman is copying his own music theory...... No, to this point it is no longer imitation, but despicable plagiarism and plagiarism!

Countless movements flow into the ether web along the interface opened by Puccini, and once they enter the ether web, they are frantically reproduced, diffused, and transmitted in countless concertos......

It's like a worm burrowing into the abdomen, a virus spreading in the lesion, the rapid evolution of countless movements, and the crazy change of music theory, which makes half of the concertometers turn on the red light and lose their response in an instant.

I'm afraid it's been completely shut down in the high heat of overloaded operation.

In the end, countless movements respond to the same call, converging towards the core of the etheric web, and the complex music theory is extracted from the movements and composed by themselves, as if the worker ants have gathered materials from various places and toiled toil.

A completely different force emerges from the cumbersome movements, and then the elements respond and descend from the etheric realm, outlining the core heritage of the saints, the true name of the movement.

- The Last Judgment.

Even this movement is a complete copy of "The Day of God's Wrath"!

It's as if the legend has it that a wooden horse hiding an ambush has been sent into a heavily guarded city.

The music of the Day of God's Wrath causes a fiery glow, frantically destroying the structure of the Aether Web from the inside out, like a fire that burns out firewood......

It was only now that Ye Qingxuan finally understood why even if the four of them joined forces, they were only a cut above the ordinary saints.

Because their name lineage is not at all made to the standards of the saints!

Almost everything that is not needed is discarded, and all the important parts are strengthened. The four of them are nothing when they are separated, only when they are combined, they are the lore that the Holy City has deliberately created for Ye Qingxuan......

Mahler sealed his own sword of the New Testament, Verdi made himself unable to resist, Puccini forcibly transformed his power to resonate with the aether web, opened the interface, and then Teleman imitated his own music theory and habits, improvised music theory on the spot, bypassing all defenses, and destroying the ether web to the greatest extent from the inside out.

If he guessed correctly, there will be a one-hit kill and a hidden danger after that, right?

It is worthy of the Holy City, worthy of the Order.

The family has a big business, can afford to gamble, forcibly redeem the child, and after indulging Ye Qingxuan for so long, he finally seized his weakness and gap and sent a lore to him.

Four saints for their own lives.

For the first time in his life, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was looked up to so much.

He began to wonder, since when did the Holy City prepare for all this?

Was it the moment he forged the sword of the New Testament, the time when the New World appeared, the day he made the web of ether? Or ...... The night he refused the Holy City's bounty and went to Anglo?

Or rather, who is this for?

Is it Ye Qingxuan's etheric net, or Ye Lanzhou's hundred-armed giant?

"Worthy of the Order. ”

He laughed hoarsely, feeling a mockery from his heart, "It's worthy of the Holy City!"

In the distance, Leviathan roared, and the incarnation of the Scourge ignored Odin, trying to pounce, desperate for his life, but was stopped by the divine armor controlled by the old musician.

Under the blockade of Gangenir, the King of the Seven Seas screamed with rage.

"Ye Qingxuan, as you wish, now the Holy City is your enemy—this is the farewell that the Holy See asked me to bring you. ”

Mahler stared at him with a feverish gaze: "Next, please disappear into this world with your contemptible heretical creation!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment.

Snorted, amused by the joke.

"My creation? no, no, no, you're a little mistaken......"

Allowing Teleman to wreak havoc in the net of ether, Ye Qingxuan smiled hoarsely and seriously corrected Mahler's speech: "I have never created anything.

Whether it is the sword of the New Testament, the net of the ether, the chapter of fate, or even the land of nothingness, it is the result of the exchange of Ye's thousand-year-old dream......

It's true that I control the Aether Web, I make it myself, and I make it up of power, but in reality—I am not the one who really designed it.

Long before it was born, its core music theory and underlying alchemy matrix had been constructed.

It was designed by a loose and nasty guy who didn't like it, but only in terms of creation, he never failed to be reliable. As far as I know, there is no one in the world who can compare with him in terms of pure talent.

If I had designed the Aether Net, I would have been helpless by now, but if that guy were the case, how could you think he would be defenseless against your tricks?"

At that moment, as the outflow layer, the cambium layer, the creation layer, and the final active layer fell apart.

In the deepest depths of the aetheric web, the name of the creator emerges from the elements.

- Hermes!