In the sky beyond the hospital, a faint chant echoed.

The heavy rain curtain instantly covered the world, dousing the flames in the lower city, extinguishing the last ray of fire, and making the world dark.

Occasionally, a frenzied flash of lightning illuminates the hideous silhouette of Arkham Mental Hospital.

In the pouring rain, Jerome stared silently at the hospital in front of him, his eyes gloomy.

In his hands, the ether ball glowed with a faint light, and dozens of dim points of light flickered in it, which were the royal musicians engulfed in darkness.

The points of light fluttered and gathered in the same place, fighting the darkness, like candles in the wind, and several points of light had been completely extinguished.

Jerome's brow furrowed slowly, and his palm pressed against the suitcase beside him.

As an experienced conductor, he didn't make a move.

If he is outside, he can detect the situation at any time and help his subordinates when necessary, but if he himself rushes into it recklessly at this time, I am afraid that if something changes, the whole army will be destroyed.

However, if the situation does not improve in another three minutes, then he will use the royal secret order to open the suitcase and remove the contents of the seal.

It is a musical instrument made from the bones of saints, and once the power is awakened, the scepter can be temporarily obtained.

It's just that all those who use it will be the first to be eroded by that supreme power, and those who are weaker will die on the spot. Even if it is yourself, if you use it once, I am afraid that you will be knocked down a rank, and there is no hope for the rest of your life to go further.

This price is too heavy.

As the minutes ticked by, the darkness surged, the chant grew hoarse and frenzied, and he couldn't wait any longer. I finally made up my mind.

But at this moment, the ether ball in his hand suddenly changed.

In an instant, the light that was originally like a candle in the wind shook and suddenly went out, and all the light points disappeared without a trace.

It was as if they had been devoured by a monster in an instant, and their connection was completely broken. No matter how you use it, you can't reconnect it.

Jerome froze there, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes:

What's going on?

Then, his pupils were stinged, illuminated by a sudden burst of light from the ether.

He saw a huge aetheric tide emerge from the dark chaos, which disturbed all the aetheric fluctuations, completely drowned out all the noise, and set off a strange storm in the aetheric sea.

In an instant, that complex change was beyond the limits of the ether.

It becomes overloaded. It was so hot that even the rain that fell on it evaporated into water vapor and drifted away. Jerome's face changed and he threw the ether ball.

In mid-air, the gold-made aether ball burst into smithereens, but Jerome didn't have the heart to feel sorry for it.

In the overwhelming rainstorm, he raised his head in astonishment and looked up at the boiling darkness:

"What the hell is this...... What the hell?"-

“――！！！”

Right above Arkham Hospital. The dancing darkness was now stiff, like a dead snake in severe pain. The pain convulsed, and gradually swelled.

The chant came to an abrupt halt and turned into the dying hiss of the beast.

The screams of despair and madness awaken the city in their dreams, causing terrified people to get out of their beds and tremble.

Someone cautiously pushed open the window and stared towards where the hissing had come from.

They saw the darkness writhing like a living thing. Frantically struggling, rapidly expanding. Until the end, it shattered with a bang!

It was killed.

The destruction from the inside out, the wailing dissipated without a trace.

Something, brewing in that darkness. Break through layers of blockade and ascend to the sky!

Everywhere it went, all darkness was banished and banished, the song of madness dissipated without a trace, and the wrath of the evil gods could not suppress it, but was driven back into the abyss.

It was a pure white glow like the bright moon!

In the gaze of all, the pure white moon rises from the earth and faces the sky.

Everywhere the light went, the downpour came to an abrupt end. Wherever the moonlight went, the sky was full of black clouds to retreat. Even the turbulent sea is calm.

The moon shines.

All the noise was now silent, the turmoil and unrest dissipated without a trace, and as never before, everyone's minds were settled.

No more fear, no more dazed, just intoxicated by the moonlight, intoxicated by this clear and gentle glow.

Under the moonlight, Jerome was already sweating.

He resisted the power of the moonlight, but his mind was a mess.

"Whose movement is this? Just by resonating with the Great Source, it almost builds the scepter in the etheric realm......

He muttered to himself, struggling to recall the power of déjà vu.

There was a name lingering in his memory, but he couldn't remember it anyway. Obviously, it should be the first time I've seen it, but why, why are my palms trembling?!

That person, that person......

Who the hell?!

"Zheng-!"

A cold voice came from behind him, it was the sound of the sword being drawn, the blade rubbing against the scabbard, trembling, and screaming!

The sound of the sword roared like a lion's roar, and the afterglow seeped into his brain, waking him up from the chaos!

The nightmare is finally over.

Jerome staggered back, gasping violently, not daring to look at the clear light of the moon. Behind him, someone pressed his shoulder.

Jerome looked back and saw the emaciated knight in iron armor.

The knight's body was shrouded in a huge armor, and his face was unrecognizable. Heavy armor covered his body, majestic and heavy.

In the moonlight, the edges and corners of the iron armor are hideous, making people dare not look directly.

In the knight's other palm, he held a strange sword, and it was the sound of the sword that woke Jerome from his confusion.

The shape of the long sword was like a huge cross, it looked like it was forged from two iron bars, heavy and rough, but when held in the knight's hand, it faintly exuded a sense of power.

Seeing him, Jerome was reassured. No more panicking.

Collapse!

Under his earnest gaze, the knight drew his sword and took three steps forward in the moonlight, the blade of his hand falling upside down and slamming into the stone slab.

"--In the name of a knight, he will resist the erosion of all evil ways and evil thoughts!"

Under the visor. It was a dignified and majestic proclamation, and the voice clearly came from a woman, but it was not soft at all, only solemn.

Immediately after, a large and heavy bell rang from afar, and the vast barrier that enveloped the entire Avalon was awakened, and invisible power gathered like a torrent.

Brilliant as the light of the scorching sun, falling from the sky!

The light shone on the long sword, piercing the darkness of the earth with its blade.

That's the resonance of the Avalon enchantment. Draw a godsend directly from the heart of the Palace of Westminster, the Elizabeth Clock Tower.

Any power from outside the barrier will be dispelled without mercy, even if it's a scourge or an evil god!

The moment the light fell on the blade, the blade burst into the roar of the red dragon.

The roar echoed in the moonlight, waking everyone in the dungeon wearing the royal musician's badge from their intoxication.

Those who were sluggish regained their senses.

They were sweating and staring at each other in confusion, not knowing what had just happened, but only remembering that they were sleeping in peace, as if they could sleep forever.

Soon. Once again, the search resumed.

This time, there was no more resistance.

The demons in the dungeon are still immersed in sleep. Killed one by one, the power of the blood sacrifice has been completely dispersed, and it can no longer be an obstacle.

Until the end, they smashed the doors of the final lab in search of the culprit.

But the space behind the door was empty.

The royal musicians looked at each other, not understanding what was going on here.

Whether it's Sherlock Holmes. Or the professor, or the hallucinatory sound of the piano...... It's all gone.

......

In the sky, the pure white moon still hung high, emitting a cold glow that illuminated the world.

Even if that strange power has dissipated without a trace. But it still looks so beautiful that it's dazzling.

"In that case, its power will be cut off from the Great Avalonian Barrier.

This kind of vision that resonates with the Great Source can't exist for too long, and it will dissipate after a while, so there is no need to worry about it anymore. ”

The Knight of the Round Table said this, and put his sword into the sheath, but Jerome still had palpitations.

"Knights of Galahad, thank you for your help. ”

He saluted the knight to his chest.

"It's a matter of duty. ”

The knight, known as 'Galahad', replied, "Even if I don't do it, Jerome Qing won't be afraid of this." ”

Jerome smiled wryly and shook his head, not knowing where to start.

He looked up at the thrilling beauty of the moon, and asked softly, "Do you know what the moonlight was like just now?"

"Moonlight?"

Galahad was silent for a moment, as if sighing:

"It's just moonlight. ”

That's the moonlight of the past—

"The moon is born on the sea, it's been a long time. ”

In the cemetery, the shaman looked up at the sky, not afraid of the touching magic: "Ye Lanzhou's fateful chapter...... Ten years later, it's still peerless. ”

"Is this really just a prologue?"

The ghost looked up at the bright moon in a daze, but felt that his mind was about to be assimilated by that round of moonlight, and hurriedly looked away.

"That's right, just a prologue. At that time, he broke through the distortion level, carried the scepter of the heart and heart, carried the peerless famous piano, and his demeanor was like the moon, and he was famous among the nations.

If it weren't for the sensitivity of identity, he would almost be able to rank among the saints. ”

The shaman lowered his eyes, looked down at the mud under his feet, and watched such a beautiful moonlight fall into the mud pool, and his eyes were faintly melancholy:

"It's a pity that Thaksin ...... wrong person"-

Under the same moonlight, some people were melancholy, but others were excitedly clapping and cheering.

"It's worthy of the moon on the sea! it's not in vain that I have given you so much strength behind my back!"

In the watch shop, Hermes admired the moonlight and couldn't help but dance with his eyebrows, completely looking like he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"So, the riots that have lasted for several months have come to a perfect end tonight, congratulations, but congratulations!"

Looking at his appearance, I can't wait to open a bottle of champagne, well, he did open it, the wine is fragrant, I want to see what kind of famous product.

It's a pity that Bai Xi is not interested in this. She just looked at Hermes with a suspicious look in her eyes: "Is it really all over?"

"Of course. ”

Hermes nodded: "The shaman has won, the council has failed, the blood road marker has been shattered, and even the vision of 'the moon on the sea' has been made out by that little ghost."

Is there any problem that remains unresolved?"

"There's one more problem. ”

Bai Xi looked at him and asked coldly: "At the beginning, the person who said that he had the blood path key on his body made him hunted down by the underworld in the city...... Who the hell is it?"

"Of course it's me!"

Hermes pointed to his face and rightfully praised himself:

"Think about it, in all of Avalon, apart from me, except for the trader who never lies, who else has so much energy to convince everyone at the same time that the shaman is coming back for the blood path, and the key to the blood path is on that little ghost?"

As a result, the chill in Bai Xi's eyes became even stronger: "You want to kill him?"

"No, of course not, you misunderstood me, Bai Xi, why don't you always treat me as a good person? You see that the teacher is so good to you!"

Hermes shook his head bitterly and sighed pretendedly, but there was no look of frustration on his face. Instead, he threw his feet on the counter and tilted his head back to pour half a bottle of champagne into his mouth.

The wine flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and he didn't care about the soaked placket, he just wiped his mouth:

"To be honest, I also quite like this little ghost! After all, I had a good relationship with his father back then. Over the years, I have watched him grow up, even if he is thousands of miles away on the border, thousands of miles away in the town of Lut, my uncle and I have always cared about him, woo woo woo......

Don't look at me so out of tune, I can't wait for him to wake up and break the barrier of knowledge, play the chapter of fate, promote his soul, rank among the saints, beat Bach, and become the best musician in the world!

But he is so slow, he always doesn't grow, and I, who is an uncle, am also a little anxious.

I had no choice but to put a little more pressure on him. ”

Hermes spread his hands and looked innocent: "You see, people are forced out, how powerful he is now, he is about to become a new legend of Avalon!"

Bai Xi looked at him coldly, with a disgusted expression: "Actually, you're just for fun, right?"

"Ahaha, I turned out to be such a person in your heart, it really makes the teacher sad. I'm not a trader, a trader who never tells lies. ”

Hermes laughed, threw his head up, and drank the champagne from his bottle.

It's just that the second half of the sentence is not said:

- Besides, isn't the key to the blood path always in his hands? (To be continued......)