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Now that the position has been destroyed, the only way to do this is to venture into the mine, evade the search with the complicated passage of the underground tunnel, and try to find the secret room left by the Yellow King according to the clues Ye Qingxuan said.

This is the best way to do this, and it is now close to success.

But the closer he got to success, the more humiliated Colt became.

This was originally a method that he disdained, but now reality has proved that Ye Qingxuan is right, and that damn half-tone who can't even learn the Revelation School is right!

So, who's wrong?

Colt's expression twitched.

That guy, not only did the alarmism lower everyone's morale, but he also took the lead and fled at the moment of the battle, causing all the musicians to flee with them......

If they stayed and resisted, how could there be so many of them, how could they be almost wiped out by that damn black musician!

He lowered his head, in the shadows, his face pale.

Since Master Heisenberg returned from Anglo, he had swept away his previous admiration for himself, and had become cold and distant. Even if he broke the barrier of knowledge, made all kinds of breakthroughs, and tried every means to prove his talent, what he got in exchange was only four words.

'There is no successor'.

"I envy Abraham. ”

He still remembered that day, Master Heisenberg whispered: "If I had such an heir, the school of the Secret Keepers would be able to flourish, right?"

Flourish......

From that day on, the Secret Keeper's Rising Star dimmed because of a dark cloud called 'Ye Qingxuan' hanging overhead. Wherever he went, those three words followed him like a shadow. A nightmare haunted his ears.

Then, take everything he has!

"It's the smell of jealousy, do you smell it?"

Behind him, a blurred face in the shadows slowly stretched out, slowly inhaling in his ear, his eyes were intoxicated: "This sweet and thick breath." Like fine wine...... I haven't seen it in years. ”

Behind the sluggish Colt, Crowley stepped out of the shadows, gently pressed his shoulder, and said in a soft and curious tone: "Young man, you have not fallen, but why is the abyss as deep as the sea in your heart?"

"I ......"

Colt stared at him blankly, but in his sleeve, he silently reached into his arms and tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife. Hold tightly, clench, and clench until finally, unable to let go.

"What are you afraid of......? Other?"

Crowley smiled meaningfully.

He reached out and pressed it on Colt's forehead, his eyes narrowing slightly: "I see...... Why bother to be a bunch of old and immortal gatekeepers? ”

He paused, looking down at a stunned Colt:

"--I promise you five years from now that you will be the 'chief' of the 'Praise to Perdition.' ”

In silence. Colt seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground. Covered in cold sweat. He looked at Crowley, but there was no reflection in his eyes, only a deep darkness.

It's like finding your own essence out of that darkness.

He bowed his head deeply—

And it was at that moment that Ye Qingxuan, who was shocked by Long Wei, and Torrey glanced at each other.

Behind them, there was no sound in the shattered position, in the senses. There was only a shadow, dancing and wriggling. The shadow seemed to condense into a vague human form, waving a thousand hands and moving a hundred feet, and swam towards them.

- We can't put it off any longer!

At that moment, Torre's fingers flicked and pressed into the void. So the void shook.

On his body, the gray robe stained with blood swelled abruptly, revealing a blazing light, and in the light, the blood and ash twisted, burned, and turned into flames.

A hoarse chant rang out from Torre's mouth, guiding the Aether to descend here. So, in the dark night sky, a star shone and slowly rose.

-- Heralding the arrival of the divine!

The strange young man suddenly raised his eyes, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes, and an invisible dragon power swept through the air, like a bleak white tornado swept towards Torre, and everywhere he passed, all the iron and stone that were involved in it were shattered.

Torre closed his eyes and bowed his head, praying softly.

"Who will be worthy in the day he comes, and who will stand when he appears, for he is like the fire of an alchemist, and the alkali of a man who bleaches ......."

In the midst of the sacred chant, a thousand rays of light fell from heaven, piercing all the deep darkness and falling on all people. Ye Qingxuan was fine, but the strange young man was shocked and almost pressed to the ground.

Long Wei, dissipate!

Because all the aether is forced to be gathered in that light. It was as if the tide moon in the cloud tower had awakened the power of the 'Taiyi', incarnated as the only master of the ether, and drove away all the noises and extinguished the sound of the evil demons.

This is the Messiah, the music that foreshadows the coming of God on earth and the coming of heaven!

In order to gain insight into the nature of the laws of the ether, the musicians created the way of the precepts in the school of abstinence, so that they could see the laws of the flow of all things, and naturally comprehend the law of restraint.

This is true in the face of change, in the face of illusion, and in the face of Longwei.

But even for a precept musician, playing "Messiah" at the resonance level is too dangerous. Now just reciting the prologue made Torre's whole body burn, his skin cracked inch by inch, and two lines of miserable blood and tears were left in his eyes.

The light flashed suddenly, but it flickered again, like a candle in the wind, crumbling and about to be extinguished.

And at that moment, Ye Qingxuan did not waste the precious opportunity that Torre had won for him, and the Nine Heavens Ring in his hand suddenly unfolded, and the strings crisscrossed and played.

- Xiaoyuan, start!

As a result, layers of thunder and lightning staggered and burst out, inscribed a complex and huge movement in the void, and the thunder and light chapter changed with the melody, and in an instant, the image of a bright moon evolved, rising from behind Ye Qingxuan.

The sound of the piano swept past the small prelude and the major prelude, and jumped to the 'right sound'. Still did not stop, take Han, call for seclusion, die, be angry, and return to the soul...... Up to verse 18 of 'Righteous Voice'.

- Throw your sword!

"Moonlight" is a fateful chapter that the teacher has not completed even if he enters the scepter, which includes his hard work. And although the section of 'throwing the sword' sounds elegant and peerless, it must have a ten-step killing decision in its bones. ”

This is what Lola once said to Ye Qingxuan: "Be like a white rainbow piercing the sun, like a comet hitting the moon, like a goshawk hitting the palace." The killing intent in the teacher's heart back then was all in this section. ”

As a result, the intention of the bright moon was suddenly covered with pitch black, which was a black cloud like an iron curtain. The black clouds waved, as if in the midst of a storm, setting off a frenzy.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Throw the sword!

The moonlight breaks through the clouds, like a sword blade slashing down!

The frost-like light swept through and through, and everywhere it passed, everything was unharmed, but the meaning suddenly dispersed, and all the atmosphere of tragedy, terror, desolation, or decadence dissipated.

All that was left was this fleeting sword of moonlight.

Moonlight, breaking through the sky!

That moment. The boy's body shook and forcibly broke free of the Messianic light, and Torre staggered back with blood in his mouth. And the young man who had a premonition of the crisis suddenly raised his head, the golden light in his eyes was blazing, and his limbs suddenly gave birth to layers of scales, and his ten fingers were sharp, grasping the iron stone. Without waiting for the moonlight to fall, he roared towards Ye Qingxuan.

And at that moment. Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and let out an angry roar.

"—Mordred, do you dare to disobey me!"

The voice didn't look like him at all, hoarse and low, as if it contained endless madness and rage—the echo of the Avalonian Shadow for centuries, the roar of the Mad King Arthur!

In Shadow of Avalon. That voice brought such a huge crisis and fright to Ye Qingxuan, and it was because of this that he knew it by heart.

And as that voice sounded, Ye Qingxuan's heart, the core of the Avalon Great Enchantment, Xiao Yuan, exuded the aura from the Shadow Kingdom.

"Ah!!h

At that moment, a scream of horror rang out.

The boy's movements came to an abrupt halt. His face was full of horror, as if he had been swallowed up in a nightmare. He screamed in confusion and crawled backwards with his hands and feet, even if the deadly Moonlight Sword fell from his back!

Silently, the Moonlight Blade sliced lightly from his shoulder and stabbed straight into his chest, pinning him to the ground.

When the cold moonlight entered his body, it instantly spread, blending into his blood, turning into countless tiny blades, eroding the blood, destroying his internal organs, and turning him into ashes from the inside out.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

On the ground, the boy named Mordred rolled on the ground, squirming with difficulty, scratching at his chest, tearing at his own flesh to fish out the moonlight of nothingness. But the cold moonlight wrapped around his body, turning his internal organs into ashes again and again, even if they perished with it.

Like a real child, he rolled on the ground in pain, and he didn't even dare to give birth to the slightest desire to resist and go crazy.

"Daddy don't beat me anymore...... I was wrong, Dad, I was wrong...... Don't lock me up again, I'm so scared ......"

Mordred wailed, rolling on the ground, holding the report, crying bitterly: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! it hurts! Don't hit me, Dad, it hurts in my head......"

"Let's go!"

Ye Qingxuan threw Caspar on the ground to Miller, pulled up Torre, and ran away.

He hadn't gone far before he heard Mordred's mad roar not far behind:

"I'm going to kill you, Daddy! I'm going to kill you!!"

Long Wei, turned into the lightning of destruction, soared into the sky!

In that flash of light, Mordred took on a strange half-dragon form, bowed his head, and the dragon's breath gushed out of his mouth. That was the destructive nature of Long Wei, and even he couldn't resist it.

In an instant, half of his body flew into oblivion with the moonlight, but quickly, flesh and blood grew, bones proliferated, and the power from the blood of the red dragon gave him endless life, which also made him more and more crazy!

"Split up!"

Ye Qingxuan only had time to stuff his waist bag into Miller's hand: "Don't worry about me, go to the mine! The method and props for opening the secret room are all in it! I got rid of that monster and joined you!"

Without waiting for Miller to react, he activated the Rendu armor and rushed in the other direction.

And the piercing killing intent also followed him, roaring.

In an instant, he heard a series of shattering sounds, the roar of a furious Mordred breaking through layers of obstacles. Along the way, the demons and walls that got in the way were completely torn apart by the dragon power that surrounded him.

Ye Qingxuan glanced back, but he was almost so frightened that his hair stood on end.

Mordred, who was completely half-dragon, used both hands and feet, chasing after him, his eyes blood-red.

"Don't go, Daddy!"

It roared madly: "Let me kill you! Let me kill you! I must ...... Kill! You're !!."

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his eyes were dark, and he flew out involuntarily, and in the air, he felt that he had been attacked at least dozens of times, each time was enough to shatter his body and turn into flesh.

If it hadn't been for the hastily launched "Holy Beauty" to stop him from trouble, he would have turned into a rain of blood by now, spilling on the soil of Auschwitz, and he did not know if green weeds would grow from this land in the coming year.

Before he could think twice, he slammed to the ground, rolled over, and crashed into the rubble, into the burning dwelling.

In the next moment, the flames were extinguished by the dragon power around Mordred.

The furious Mordred lifted Ye Qingxuan, his red eyes were full of murderous intent, and his other hand was raised, grabbing his face.

With one grasp, let him flesh and bones into mud!

"Little Mo ......"

At that moment, a palm reached out from the darkness and pressed it on the back of its head, and gently said, "Stop." ”

And so, the claw came to an abrupt end.

Mordred was suddenly lifted from her dragonized state, losing all her strength, and collapsed to the ground, her eyes hollow, like a broken broken doll.

The hooded musician who came out of the shadows lifted Mordred's collar as if he was carrying his pet, and looked down at Ye Qingxuan's embarrassed appearance, amazed.

"Where in life you don't meet, my dear friend, you will always surprise me. ”

"...... each other"

Ye Qingxuan coughed, trying his best to breathe, and looked up at this very familiar 'old friend': "Naberis, aren't you already dead?"

"The musician's stage is too cruel, my friend, fake death is a necessary skill for every important role, and it just so happens that I have always scored perfect marks in this one. ”

Naberis lifted his hood, revealing a familiar face, and raised his eyebrows:

"――Well, have you ever been pleasantly surprised?"

“...... Surprise your mother's legs. Ye Qingxuan scolded weakly: "Why are you doing wind and rain everywhere?"

Naberis sighed and scratched his head in embarrassment: "There's really no way, the abyss has been short of people recently, and it just so happens that I'm short of money, so I can only come to work." ”

Speaking of this, his words changed sharply, and his expression became happy: "It's just that, compared to the previous destruction, this time we are a high-sounding righteous army!"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to sneer when he heard this.

"Justice, when is it the turn of the black musician to talk to me about justice? Is it justice to turn people into demons?"

Naberis looked at him with a strange expression:

"You...... Do you think that no one has noticed all the little moves that the Holy City has done to Auschwitz? Who do you think invited us to come here and save the Romulus?"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

He guessed the answer.

But I couldn't believe it.

"That's right, the answer is ......"

Naberis said the name with a flutter of eyebrows:

"—Elder of Auschwitz, last sage of the Romulus: Caligula!"

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )