In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the moonlight lit up, illuminating the truth.

Just as the Cloak of Original Sin and his current body merged, he finally got a glimpse of Crowley's true face.

In that darkness that condensed into substance, countless tiny notes connected to each other, constructing completely different intervals, like a huge movement.

With just a glimpse, Ye Qingxuan could distinguish countless profound music theories that were incomparably far away from him, including change, revelation, summoning, and even forbidden...... Those different and far-reaching music theories fused with each other under the control of the same mad will, and degenerated into the power of the abyss.

With the ether, the entity manifests.

This is the body of the Cloak of Original Sin - an artifact inscribed with a chapter of fate, and even a scepter!

But in the intricate movement of the Cloak of Original Sin, in the countless small notes that rise and fall one after another, the music theory is intertwined, and countless chaotic scores are entangled in the same place.

The score is faintly composed of a hideous face, which changes with Crowley's expression, like crying, laughing, anger and sorrow, which stirs people's hearts, and makes people can't help but be involved in it, and they are happy and angry with that face.

Just as the alchemist of Romulus replaced the human will with the spirituality of the music, in the turmoil of music theory, a will that was not inferior to that of man was formed.

No, it comes from human will!

The moonlight traced back to its origin at that moment, and Ye Qingxuan relied on the interpretation method to find the key point from the countless chaotic music theories-using the method of summoning the school to nurture the beastly nature, forcibly cutting out the fragments from the personality and integrating them into the spirituality of the movement......

That's where Crowley comes in.

-- It was a fragment of someone's personality, a 'wild beast' created by the fission of the soul!

It's just that who can integrate the fragments of their own personality into the cloak of original sin at the same time as it is created. Merge with it?

When Ye Qingxuan thought of this, his expression suddenly became extremely bitter.

Do you need to ask?

There is only one person who can do one thing.

"You're Paganini, aren't you?"

He stared at Crowley and said word for word: "You are a fragment of your personality from 'Paganini...... Paganini slice the craziest and darkest part of his personality, and there you are you!"

Crowley looked at Ye Qingxuan, smiling rather than smiling. But his eyes changed.

In the midst of the hideousness and play, there was a glimmer of appreciation and amazement, and soon, it turned into a chilling killing intent.

"You're Ye Qingxuan, right?"

He stared at the young man behind the wolf flute, and bowed slightly: "It is worthy of the genius that Naberis admires me, and that guy with eyes above the top is really right." ”

"What did he say?" Ye Qingxuan felt a chill on the back of his head.

"If a person like you can't become a 'confidant', then in time, it will definitely become a 'big disaster'!" Crowley narrowed his eyes:

"It's a pity...... You won't have that chance!"

That moment. The wolf flute suddenly changed color, stretched out his hand, and suddenly pushed Ye Qingxuan away.

Ye Qingxuan staggered back, only to feel that the silver light flashed in front of him, the light and shadow changed, and in an instant, he didn't know how many scenes and phantoms passed. In the last moment, he only saw a pitch-black darkness engulf him, only for an instant. The armor of the 'Sword Dancer' was rusty, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years.

The moonlight lasted only a moment. and was utterly defeated.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood, only to feel like he was burning inside.

In a moment of dazzle, in front of him, under the scepter of the wolf flute, he instantly jumped into the etheric realm, and used it as a springboard back to the material realm.

In the blink of an eye. It's hundreds of meters away.

And right in its place, everything was engulfed in a vast darkness.

However, this time, the power was as huge as the scorching sun, setting off a storm in the sea of ether.

Pitch-black colors rose to the sky. Almost the entire city is shrouded in it. It called upon the power of the abyss, causing the vast wind tunnel to open again.

It's like a dark ring.

It looms over the top of the city, pressing down inch by inch!

At the highest point of the city, the flame flickered.

"Damn, I don't know what kind of medicine this raged dress is, it's so powerful that it's a mess. ”

The hoarse voice of the wolf flute sounded in his ears: "Leave us alone, you run away first! Those guys must have set up something." The city will sink into the abyss.

You've got to find that damn little Romulus girl!"

"And then?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"Then you know what to do. ”

The wolf flute's reply was so calm that it scared him. Immediately after, the sound disappeared, the moonlight lead broke, and the wolf flute cut off the homology between the two.

In the last moment, he only faintly felt that there was a terrible change on the other side-

And in that darkness, half of the wolf's body had been corroded, and the silver wolf's hair was covered with gray, and the wolves fought angrily in the darkness.

"Just sent that imp away, you're too confident in his plane. ”

Crowley looked at him with a strange smile: "Without your protection, he would have been swallowed up by this city." ”

"You're thinking too much, where does that guy need me to protect you. Wolf Flute said lightly: "He is the representative of the Royal School, the hope and future ...... of the Anglo School, and even Anglo."

"Really?"

Crowley shook his head nonchalantly, his eyes flashing: "Then let Anglo's hope and future be buried with you!"

A wail rang out.

Darkness engulfs everything-

Thousands of meters above sea level, the wind howled.

Ye Qingxuan felt that he was being blown away by the terrifying hurricane, like a leaf.

He hated his weak physique like never before, so why didn't he take the time to exercise, if not like the fitness freaks who were muscular, at least not to be blown away.

Obviously, all the elements in Faust's world have been fixed, but Ye Qingxuan still felt the torrent of ether running around him, like a violent torrent in the depths of the ocean.

Here, the material realm and the ether realm have overlapped to a high degree, and the waves in the nine-layer ether sea have penetrated into reality. At the very top of the city, in that huge temple, it was as if a 10,000-ton sluice gate was opened, and the ether turned into a hurricane and torrent, sweeping in all directions.

The terrifying aether density that far exceeded the black area was almost about to condense into an entity, and just in it, Ye Qingxuan had a feeling of suffocation.

He pulled out the steel nails from the torn armor and riveted himself to the steps, struggling step by step, like a lone climber.

On both sides of this exaggerated staircase, which is thousands of meters long, are covered with delicate and dark sculptures, of suffering saints, lonely walkers, meditative maidens, dying old men, weary merchants, terrified officials, and furious emperors......

The weakness of the hearts of all people in the world is gathered here, transformed into lifelike statues, frozen into magnificent works of art. Each one is flawless, touching, and can give a sense of the heart of the character in that work.

And at the end of the long staircase is the temple that stands at the highest point of the city.

Ye Qingxuan stubbornly resisted the etheric torrent, and moved forward with difficulty, approaching step by step, not daring to make a sound.

In the black zone, even slightly higher voices can produce distortions. And in such a terrifying aetheric density here, I am afraid that a slight cough will cause an incredible chain reaction.

For example, the most common, explosions......

He crawled through the fuel made by the alchemist, and a little spark could leave him completely without bones.

By the time he climbed the stairs of the last episode, his armor had been shattered in the torrent, and his exposed clothes were rapidly decaying, like a beggar.

Fortunately, the small source in the body can still be used, and even the effect is extraordinary. The swept etheric torrent replenished the empty Xiao Yuan, and also restored all the energy that Ye Qingxuan had spent.

It even made him incredibly good.

By the time we reached the temple gates, the frenzied torrent had completely disappeared. It's like the calmest eye in a tornado, and the waves are not alarming.

But even through the thick door, he could feel the terrible fetal movement in the temple like a burning star.

In that divine firelight, countless jaw-dropping and complex music theories were rapidly born, intertwined, and formed some kind of magnificent structure that Ye Qingxuan had never seen before.

It was a terrible thing that was far beyond the chapter of fate, beyond the garment of original sin, and beyond his imagination.

If that thing could be called music, then there is no doubt that it would be a terrible force above common sense.

However, the larger the movement, the more powerful spirituality is needed to match it. It's like the spirituality of the chapter of fate is enough to replace the soul of ordinary people, the shell of the dominant man.

So, where does the spirituality in the divine flame come from?

He didn't dare to think about it.

He just pushed it against the door with all his might, and in the roar, pushed the huge door open - it was like the door to heaven was opened, and the glow and power behind the door were reflected on his face.

He held his breath and fell into a stupor.

Really......

In the huge hall, on the altar, the sacred flame that gathered all the family fires of Romulus and the souls of countless ancestors was burning vigorously, absorbing the power of heaven and abyss, releasing a magnificent and shocking melody.

And in the midst of the flames, Elsa fell asleep.

In the rift in her chest, the sacred fire had condensed into substance, crystallized into some kind of miracle. The crystal came from the flames, and countless memories and souls burned in it—including herself.

All in order to forge a true miracle in the divine flame.

"The Romulus wanted to forge a scepter from this, or something even more terrible, which could be called ......"

A hoarse voice muttered for a moment, and found a satisfactory description:

-- The core of the natural disaster. (To be continued.) )