In the eerie melody, the strange petrified musician waves, and the earth is turbulent, like frost lines from the iron stone. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info continued to crack sounded.

As the masonry cracked on the ground, iron grates rose from the rotting earth, layered on top of each other, and the rotten metal was wrapped around it, like a creeper, spreading its branches and leaves finely, turning into a cold barrier.

On the patina-covered dark green metal blades, layers of notes emerge, as if it were a large and complex movement.

In the blink of an eye, all sides were cut off, turning this place into a cage that could not be entered or exited.

This is a shackle that is enough to imprison all the giant phantom beasts in it.

The musician was clearly dead.

None of the members of the original Royal Orchestra survived until now, but now, he took the form of dust and turned into a body of iron and stone, and returned to the world.

The long-dormant chapter of fate began to run again in the shell, but under the impetus of obsession, the spirituality of the movement replaced the soul that had long since dissipated.

Just by a gesture, an insurmountable net was laid.

The terrifying attainments of this school of change, even in his lifetime, are by no means idle musicians.

In addition to being a change musician, he even worked part-time as an alchemist.

Countless formulas were skillfully compiled from his hands, and finally became complex and insoluble music theory equations, harnessing the changing ether and building a huge matrix out of thin air.

The creation and destruction encompassed by the School of Change are in his hands, and he is as familiar as an arm.

In front of his forehead, a complex alchemy matrix in the shape of a ring slowly emerged.

- Ring of Dragon Scales!

The alchemical matrix that multiplies the movements of all schools of change and rage, the matrix that was originally engraved on the golden and iron instruments, is imprinted on the fragile skull, despite the fact that the heat generated by the matrix's movement out of control is enough to turn the skull to ashes.

There is no other musician with such characteristics, even in the history of the Royal Orchestra.

The identity of the comer has been revealed.

"I see......"

Above the armor, Christine let out an icy voice: "Maestro Nigel, the first royal musician, the conductor of the Birmingham Orchestra among the thirteen Grand Masters, has lost his respect. ”

Nigel's corpse did not move, as if he adhered to etiquette, did not attack, and still maintained the arrogant habits of his life.

Christine took a few steps back, carefully placed Mary on the ground on her back, pulled out Galahad's saber at her waist, twisted the hilt with both hands, and stabbed the earth at Mary's side.

Above the hilt of the sword, the nested metal rings suddenly began to spin.

The cardinal buried in it was activated, causing the blade to burn and burn red with the ether within, revealing countless notes from it. The blade trembled, bursting into a low whistling.

The air suddenly distorted for a moment, and countless sword lights and shadows loomed, enveloping Mary in it.

No worries.

"Your Highness, go down and go back. ”

Christine muttered softly, turned, and on the legs of Galahad's armor, the dark box opened, and two slender hilts popped out. As Christine pulled out her hands, sharp blades popped out of the hilt of her sword, bursting with a long aftermath.

Those were two bayonets.

When the stabbing sword is fully deployed, it looks like two spears, so slender, but the length is exaggerated and unrealistic. The blade is so thin and narrow that it feels like it will break at the slightest touch, but it is still straight at such an exaggerated length.

Enough to pierce the walls, leaving a deadly gap in the heart of the fortress.

Christine took a step forward, and the two bayonet swords were pointed at Nigel in the distance, and since then she has remained motionless, maintaining a flawless structure, but the majestic power runs through the armor, burning the hilt red.

Nigel stood with his hands tied, his petrified countenance, his eyes empty, reflecting the knight's posture, without the slightest resistance, as if he was about to be killed.

But in the dimness, countless fragments of fluorescent light flew out, faint points of light the size of dust danced, and the terrifying power containing the bursting formula was refined into the dust, and once each dust burst, it was enough to completely bulldoze a building.

It was at that moment that a roar suddenly erupted in the air.

As the earth shattered, a hurricane swept forward.

Christine's voice was gone.

All you can hear is the roar of the iron boots breaking through the iron stone, the time is too short, the roar is like the roar of a giant beast.

In the blink of an eye, with pure terrifying power, it smashed through dozens of invisible walls of air, passing through the hell composed of vacuum and high pressure.

Countless dust points of light continued to detonate, but the terrifying wave of qi was shattered before it could spread.

The two slender stabbing swords pierced countless times in an instant, each time completely tearing apart the point of light, and the slender blades trembled in the small distance like a dance, opening up a gap between the matter.

Through, through, through.

Where is this how to use swords and guns?

It's a deadly bee needle!

With the cacophony of gold and iron grinding, the sword pierced through layers of barriers, piercing through all obstacles, and stabbed in front of Nigel in an instant.

But in response, two slender fingers silently pinched the thin blade and allowed it to tremble at the fingertips.

Then, twist.

Collapse!

The instantaneous elemental displacement completely destroyed the integrity of the entire sword body, and the two stabbing swords broke inch by inch, and countless pieces of iron reversed, flying upside down towards Galahad's armor.

At that moment, Christine abandoned her sword and moved forward.

The bayonet sword is the sword of assassination, and once it is placed on the surface, then it loses more than half of its effect. From the very beginning, she never thought about using these two spare weapons to kill a powerful musician who had been famous for centuries.

They just need to attract attention.

No weapons are required.

The knight himself is the strongest weapon!

And the Galahad Leg, since its birth, has surpassed many armors in the world in its own power. Arthur encapsulated the phantom beast he once controlled, using it as a power source, bringing all kinds of incredible power to his wielder.

And the power represented by the armor of Galahad is the barrier of iron and wind.

Limit to iron, drive the wind and tear apart everything that dares to enter the attack.

Even if he is not good at attacking, once Nigel enters the range of Galahad's attack, then what awaits him is the fury of the hurricane harnessed by gold and iron.

Loud roar.

Blazing aether spurted out of the cracks in Galahad's armor, wrapped around the massive armor, and turned into a terrifying aura barrier that swooped down on Nigel.

Countless pieces of iron flying upside down were swallowed by it, and in an instant, they dissipated into iron sand, mixed into it, and the iron blue faintly revealed in the miserable white wind, and the destructive power was doubled.

Already, it's close at hand.

But Nigel withdrew his palm, as if giving up resistance.

Rumble!

At that moment, there was a loud noise from inside the armor.

It was like a rapidly rotating gear that came to an abrupt halt, the circuit of the alchemy matrix was blocked, and the pressure surging in it had nowhere to vent, breaking through the pipe and rushing towards all directions.

Christine's movements came to an abrupt halt.

The storm dissipated.

"Suffered ......"

Although the hurricane has stopped, the iron sand fluttering in the wind is still active.

They cling to their armor like mistletoe. Layers of rust spread out from below, and in an instant it seemed like decades of experience, the steel was dull and the armor was mottled.

That's the formula attached to the shards of the bayonet.

In that instant, the entire bayonet had become a qualitative change, and every inch of steel had become a source of pollution that could turn the steel wheel into scrap metal.

The moment it touched the armor, the music theory unfolded, like a long needle, rotting through the outer layer and entering Galahad's alchemical matrix, cutting off the flow between the 'outflow layer' and the 'cambium layer' with great precision, causing a huge amount of aether to be disordered.

Such a small force, which only lasted for a moment, caused tragic consequences.

Galahad's leg armor exploded, and the force of the shock tore Christine's right leg, shards of steel pierced into it, and deadly patina flowed into the bloodstream.

Miscalculated.

The resurrection is not only the body, but also the body's fighting wisdom......

Even if the armor of the Knights of the Round Table can repair itself, it will probably take more than half a month to restore its integrity under the repair of the engineer after such a tragic damage.

Nigel stepped forward indifferently, Christine coughed violently and vomited blood, but he showed no mercy, and after Christine's defeat, he reached out expressionlessly, completely destroying every part of Galahad's armor.

Leave nothing behind!

As he approached, Galahad's armor suddenly crumbled, and Christine's body ejected from it with the last of its strength.

At the moment of freedom, the still intact right hand pulled out the blood-stained iron piece from the leg, and stabbed Nigel, who was close at hand, and under one blow, he had exhausted all his strength!

Nigel watched indifferently as she was dying, but at that moment, the empty pupils seemed to flash a look of astonishment, and he turned back sharply despite the imminent attack.

[Sexual Interference Begins]

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At that moment, in the far distance, there was a terrifying aether fluctuation bursting out.

Countless music theory upheavals.

Tens of thousands of nature interferences act in one place at the same time, connecting with each other, turning into a complete whole, forming a huge cycle. In the sea of ether, a huge void suddenly appeared.

It was a well-defined circle.

Countless properties interfere with it, and music theory intertwines to form a vast and complex structure in which it operates, forming a huge repulsive force.

Inward.

The massive aether is attracted by the gravitational pull emanating from the center of the circle, converging, collapsing, and condensing into an almost imperceptible point.

And on the outside of the circle, all the aether that dared to approach was pushed away by the terrifying repulsion, which set off a huge wave in the sea of aether, and in silence, a thunderous sound echoed, completely tearing apart all the ripples in the brewing, destroying and decaying!

And right between repulsion and gravity, there is a pure vacuum.

It's like a scorching sun!

It was the sun of a vacuum!

The 'scorching sun' that existed for only one moment was completely shattered in the next instant. In the moment of destruction, the terrifying power erupted from the scorching sun of collapse. Under the guidance of music theory, the violent torrent broke through the shackles of the Aetheric Sea and descended on the material realm in an instant.

The power of the landslide and the earth crack condensed into one point, forward.

As far as it passed, everything was crushed into dust, and all music theory was torn apart by the tyrannical vacuum of the scorching sun. Thousands of meters of distance were forcibly crossed, and the unreachable length turned into a few miles away in an instant.

And when Nigel turned around, all he saw were two palms covered with pitch-black armor.

In the time of being frozen, the palms of the hands seemed to move forward gently, passing through the layers of defense, as if they had punctured soap bubbles, and the soap bubbles didn't even have time to burst, and the palms of the two hands were on Nigel's face.

Lightly, with a twist.

Boom!

When the moment passed, there was a deafening roar, the screams of countless broken masonry, and a hurricane that roared like a torrent.

A massive armored body suddenly appeared in the field.

In front of him was a broken headless corpse.

Nigel's head was plucked off and reduced to pieces in his folded hands, and the stone dust fell in a cloud and reduced to dust.

At the moment when Christine was overturned by the hurricane, the pitch-black armor raised her palm, and the barrier of the Forbidden School was erected in an instant, stopping the terrifying hurricane and the death wind pressure that followed for her.

"Who is it?"

Christine looked at him, almost unsteady.

The pitch-black armor suddenly softened, like an illusion, slowly collapsed, and finally turned into a black robe and hung down, Ye Qingxuan lifted his hood, revealing his face.

"Christine, long time no see. ”

He smiled.

Christine stared at him with wide eyes, for a long time, fell to the ground, and the whole person relaxed, "When did you come back?"

"The day before yesterday. ”

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, helped her stop the bleeding, pulled out the iron piece that pierced the blood vessels, and bandaged it: "You and the princess are here these days?"

"When the Leviathan broke through the second seal, His Highness and I were in the Vault. Christine gasped, squeezing her senses, "Before the fall of Uptown, the princess brought me in here - only to find out that it was even worse. She was almost overwhelmed. ”

"Dragon Blood Curse?" Ye Qingxuan asked.

Christine bowed: "Don't worry about my injuries, I can walk." You must protect the princess first, and you must get out of here. Our medicine has run out, Your Highness, she is now in danger......"

"I'm afraid it's a bit of a hassle to leave. ”

Ye Qingxuan scratched his head and sighed: "In a hurry, I rushed into the encirclement, the time is too urgent, and I have no other way." ”

Christine was stunned.

Encirclement?

In the darkness of the night, the dissipating melody of Requiem No. 6 converged again.

Countless dust fell from the sky.

More than a dozen figures wearing crystal crowns and dressed in white slowly got up from them, each exuding an aether fluctuation that was not inferior to Nigel's, and even ...... Above it!

After so many years of death, their strength has not weakened in the slightest, but has skyrocketed more and more with the blessing of the strange music theory in the shadow of Avalon.

What's more, on his body, he also wears the treasure of his life.

Ye Qingxuan swept over at a glance, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Majestic and simple swords, ancient scrolls that exude the strange aura of the Aether Realm, strange crystal eyeballs, and the familiar pitch-black top hat......

The first generation of the Royal Musicians' Troupe, thirteen grand troupe leaders, have all arrived...... (To be continued.) )