"Haydn, Eighth Symphony - Night!"

Hearing Banner's voice, Cullen was stunned for a moment, all his teammates looked over, Cullen hesitated, gritted his teeth and waved.

Do it!

All the teammates were stunned, and soon obeyed the order.

In an instant, the same frequency of the tune sounded from the hands of all the students, and the finely tuned and matched instruments sounded under the same rhythm.

The etheric fluctuations between each other echo and are organically connected as a whole. Although there are no masters to cause occasional local defects, they are steadily stuck at one frequency.

All the co-tuners breathed rapidly, their foreheads were moist, and sweat was faintly visible. The pressure is still coming.

The manticore roared and stopped in front of Ye Qingxuan, preventing them from interfering.

Banner's palm slowly loosened from his face and pressed down towards him, the ring on his fingertip refracting a glimmer of light. A soft voice spread from the fingertips, and then suddenly a sonorous and sharp melody burst out from the silence.

In an instant, all the instruments resonated with it, creating a grand resonance.

It was like nine ripples suddenly waving at the same time in the water, overlapping each other and merging, setting off a round of turbulent waves.

The light of the sky dimmed in the snap of a finger, and the sunlight seemed to be rapidly dissipating on the field where the melody spread.

Immediately afterward, a fountain of darkness welled up.

A great amount of aether was called in and melted into the darkness, turning into a curtain that obscured all light.

"Hey, hey, what a big hatred and what a grudge this is...... Charlest wisely picked up Bai Xi and shrunk to the side of the stool brother with Lao Fei in his arms: "Yezi, you are too big to mock." ”

At the front, Ye Qingxuan turned a deaf ear.

At this moment, the entire arena is already completely dark, and you can't see your fingers.

Only grand resonances and melodies reverberate. In progressively melodies. The stars were shining in the sky, and there was moonlight.

The distance between the stars was so far away that it was like a layer of frosted glass, blurred.

If you can't resonate with the world, you can't use the power of the outside world, and you will never be able to evolve the real starry sky.

But this darkness is terrible enough.

Because the night is coming.

Symphony No. 8 - First Movement!

This is the Eighth Symphony composed by the former saint Haydn. Named 'Night', its power represents the arrival of the beastly night.

If humans live in the sun, then the late night represents the time of the beast. If Banner's power is strong enough for the celestial and human senses to call out that round of moonlight, then the shadow of the beast tide will evolve in the darkness at this moment, and the aftermath alone will be enough to completely destroy the music history system.

But in the middle of the night, the body of the manticore-tailed lion on the midline suddenly shook and let out a hoarse roar.

It seems to be painful, it seems to be joyful.

There is bone growth in the dark. The crisp sound of skin shattering sounded, and the manticore's body trembled and shook violently, but its shell grew larger and larger.

In the darkness, its bestiality grows. The seeds of madness hidden beneath the aether's shell are growing wildly, germinating, and evolving towards the ultimate form.

Right on its back, where the vertebrae are. Suddenly, a fist-sized hole opened, like a whale's breathing hole. This was followed by the second, third, and fourth......

At the moment when the transformation was completed, blazing flames erupted from the cracked hole, like a violent temperature distorting the air, like vague and strange wings.

The manticore has swelled several times, the key parts are covered with snake scales, and the poisonous needle on the tail oozes dark green juice......

In its extreme state. It is a terrifying monster known as the beast of evil. Covered in snake scales, with six pairs of flame wings on his back, he swallows flames like a dragon, but carries the majesty of a lion.

And now, it's taking shape.

It's not all. On the field, the remaining few phantom beasts also naturally and quickly transformed, and they were promoted to a rank in an instant, hideous and terrifying, exuding the smell of rotten steel. Wherever the pungent breath passed, even the grass withered, eroded by the demon-like aura.

In the darkness of the night, the five phantom beasts excitedly tore apart the ground under their feet with their sharp claws, raised their heads, and let out a long animalistic roar.

The long howl was filled with madness and hunger.

The face of the shocked man turned pale.

In fact, it wasn't until Banner performed the Eighth Symphony that the freshmen in the stands understood why their teacher had repeatedly told them to be cautious about their relationship with the Calling Academy.

Those who control the beast can transform into monsters more terrifying than the beast at any time.

In the stands, seeing that Ye Qingxuan and the others were about to be wiped out, but Ingmar, who had always been quite unhappy with them, did not gloat at all.

It's just that his thin lips are pursed, and his brow is deeply furrowed.

Silent.

"It looks like it's getting out of hand. ”

The headmaster frowned with some concern, Sidney was stunned for a moment, and coughed twice, "Well, the spiritual counseling of the summoning musician needs to be strengthened......"

"Blame me?"

Ludwig pursed his lips disdainfully: "There is a wrong, there is a debtor, is Banner a royal school?"

This pot, we call the academy not to carry it!"

"Do you want to stop the game?" someone asked.

The principal was silent for a long time, and shook his head slightly: "The game continues, I believe, this is just a small episode." ”

In the principal's opinion, this may be a vignette.

But here's the problem...... Whose episode is this?-

"Ye Qingxuan!"

On the field, Banner rubbed his teeth and chewed on the name. The turquoise pupil of his right eye emitted a faint glow, staring at the white-haired imp who was not ready to retreat.

He was still standing directly in front of Banner, motionless.

"-It seems that you don't know whether you are alive or dead!"

The white-haired boy's body stiffened for a moment, and then, he spread his hands helplessly, like a bitter smile, and his laughter was vague and hoarse.

It's like being dragged by a child to play, so he opens his arms, like a patient big brother:

So, what are you waiting for?

Come play, I'll accompany you.

This arrogant gesture caught Banner's eyes, and his fingers trembled and his teeth clenched. There was a crunching cracking sound, as if it was about to bite something.

The two most disgusted figures seemed to overlap at this moment.

It's so hard to shredd!

"That Oriental imp is going to suffer. ”

In the stands, Ludwig chuckled softly, "Is this kind of thing a talent?"

It's funny that without saying a word, a musician of the royal school went crazy with anger...... Reason weakened by three percent. Enemies whose destructive power soars by more than forty percent. This probably isn't going to be a quick death, is it?"

Indeed, as Ludwig said.

Banner was already in a rage, and he opened his mouth, screaming. The old manticore's face changed suddenly, and a hint of Banner's anger faintly appeared.

In the crazy beast roar, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to speak, and his voice was also distorted by the roar, which could be vaguely heard, advising Banner to calm down.

But the original calm words. Now it has become the last spark that ignited the straw pile.

Anger erupted.

The manticore roared and roared, and the voice was like a command, forcibly recruiting the nearby phantom beasts to obey his orders, and gave up his original strength, and pounced on the lonely boy in front of him.

In an instant, the audience was suffocated.

In the next moment, the boy was about to be swallowed by the phantom beast.

But at that moment. Someone vaguely saw the white-haired boy shaking his head helplessly and taking something out of his pocket.

It was a paper packet. A small tin foil bag.

Boom!

In the flames of both hands, the small paper packet suddenly expanded and burst, and the gray-black powder in it merged into the flames, burning instantly under the power of the accelerant, and there was not even ashes left.

Followed by. A heavy white mist like a blowout left between the boy's closed hands, like a waterfall.

The thick white smoke danced in the air, and in an instant it flowed to the boy's feet, extending in all directions, rapidly diluting. Diffusion, ascent.

Eventually, the entire figure was shrouded in a faint mist.

In the mist, the young man had somehow put on a pair of gloves on his hands, and the iron gloves were like knight's hand armor, wrapped all the way to his elbows. As the hand tightened, when the fingers collided, they rubbed and burst out sparks.

Immediately after, the smoke poured out, and the fastest Iron Rock Ice Serpent rushed into it.

Boom!

At that moment, the young man who had been prepared for a long time took a step back, his arm raised, and the iron scales of the ice snake rubbed against his arm, and the thorn slipped out a striking fire.

Then the boy stretched out his hand and grabbed the body of the rock snake suddenly.

All the students of the summoning faction couldn't help but gasp: the scales of the Iron Rock Ice Serpent were as sharp as knife blades, and if they were touched rashly, it would trigger its furious instinct to entangle and strangle.

Even a solid steel pillar would have been twisted into a pile of iron pieces by the twisting of a thousand knives, let alone an arm with a single armor?

Immediately after that, everyone's eyes straightened: for some reason, the movements of the Iron Rock Ice Serpent actually stiffened.

That hand pinched the seven inches of the ice snake, and then a series of loud bangs burst out between the five fingers of that hand, which was a thunderbolt condensed in the palm of the hand.

The thunder was agitated, causing the armor to be completely scrapped, and it also dispersed the scales of the ice snake, making the snake's spine move and make it difficult to exert force.

It's a textbook animal taming technique!

The ice snake instantly went limp, swinging it out like a soft whip in the young man's hand, and after breaking through the air and screaming, it wrapped around the shadow leopard that pounced behind him.

"No!!"

I could vaguely hear the exclamation coming from a distance, but the young man's movements did not stop, and he suddenly pulled it, and the soles of his feet suddenly stepped on the tail of the ice snake.

Collapse!

The sharp sound of the iron pieces grinding sounded, and in an instant, under the instinctive stimulation, all the scales of the ice snake suddenly stood up, like a blade that popped out.

As the boy pulled, the 'snake whip' with the blade tightened, and the shadow leopard hissed, and blood burst out, but for some reason, he couldn't even make a sound, and collapsed on the ground.

And they didn't even resist?

In an instant, two phantom beasts were defeated one after another in his hands, and their fleshy feet were like poultry waiting to be slaughtered. Immediately after, the boy raised his palm, and the ring on his fingertip lit up with a faint light. As the melody plays, flames erupt.

The formula of the School of Change - the fire of the soul burial.

It was a flame that erupted and died out in an instant, but it was hot enough to bury the corpses of the enemy along with the souls.

Above the boy's head, a burst of 'fog ghosts' that silently entwined was swept away by the spewing firelight, screaming, trembling, half of his body was vaporized, screaming and popping backwards, wandering all over the ground in confusion.

In a thick cloud of smoke, the boy's ethereal figure flickered and disappeared, so that those who were a little farther away could not see what was really happening.

There was only a cloud of smoke -

Today is busy arranging the booth all day, see you at the CP venue tomorrow~ (to be continued......)