Northland Dirada Empire, Colora City

Jingle jingle ~~~

The red carriage jingled and jingled along the central street of the city, driven by a white-bearded old man with a black captain's hat, who pretended to be a pirate and smiled at the children on either side who were in high spirits. ，

There was a bustle on both sides, the cries of snacks and miscellaneous goods, the cheers of people, and the sound of bards playing, and the bustling crowds hugging the streets, and the carriages had to slow down to avoid hitting others.

Bang bang bang!

Clusters of colorful streamers exploded in the sky, and some of them were filled with colored powder, sprinkling large spots of colored light.

The women led the children around the candy clown.

Magicians and acrobatic gnomes stand high on the street performance stages on both sides of the street performing all kinds of gorgeous skills, and young people come out to shop for the vast majority.

The morning sun poured down, gilding the entire city with a pale gold.

From time to time, there were patrolling guards walking along the streets, and among them you could faintly see the cloaked Northland mages. Most of them were dressed in gray robes, and most of them were silent, their heads bowed, or whispering something to the rest of their companions. It seems quiet and mysterious.

When the eyes of the people around them pass them, there is always a hint of awe.

"There have been more and more void creatures lately," the mages on the patrol sighed under their breath.

"But isn't it, I received three reports yesterday and the day before yesterday, all of which were committed by void creatures, and they haven't been solved yet, and some uneasy factors have spread in the city. The captain of the guard looked helpless. "The captain received an order from above to strengthen our defense. But how can we be enough? It's Usha Day, an annual carnival. There is already a shortage of manpower. ”

"After all, we don't belong to the orthodox Dirada, the upper part is directly under the White Dragon Mountain, and the problem of the void creatures has been reported, but so far there has been no response, obviously there is a shortage of manpower. The mage replied in a low voice.

"Hey, there's a solo violin over there. A female guard approached a high platform not far away.

The rest of the patrol members also reluctantly followed that side.

On the high platform in the distance, a black-cloaked bard could be seen holding a violin, just resting his bow on the strings, as if he was just about to start playing.

"Colora has been a border city directly under the White Dragon Mountain for thousands of years. It has a history of the development of the White Dragon and is the cultural and artistic capital of Dirada. The man in the black cloak spoke softly in a magnetic voice.

"I am fortunate to be here and see the prosperity and peace here, and I sincerely hope to be able to dedicate a qin song to a qiē here, a qin song that I composed myself."

"Dream, that's the name of the song," the black cloak slowly pulled the strings.

The beautiful and delicate sound of the piano like silk permeated the noisy streets, and it could not be muffled by other noises, and it was extremely clear.

There were not many people watching the stage around, but as the black cloak began, they suddenly stopped and listened. Admired.

Time passed slowly, and as the sound of the piano became clearer and louder, more and more people gathered, and several members of the patrol were faintly immersed in the wonderful and peaceful music.

The mage shuddered suddenly. Some of them came back to their senses with vigilance.

"What's the matter? I was completely immersed in it just now?" he didn't like music at all, but he actually felt that the sound of the piano was like the most beautiful moonlight, evenly sprinkled on himself. Cold and quiet. It was as if the whole person's heart was quiet.

He looked around and suddenly realized that something was wrong. It's not just him, it's the captain of the team. Aswan, who had reached the third level, fell into complete silence, he was simply a rough man who hated music, and he could actually be trapped by the sound of the piano.

"No! there's something wrong with the sound of this piano!" the mage suddenly became alert, he pinched the team members on the side hard, and the other party actually didn't react at all, and the action that could be screamed in pain on weekdays didn't react at all at this time, and he couldn't even see a frown.

The sound of the piano drifted farther and farther, wider and wider

The black cloak on the stage didn't know when it was slowly floating. He flew higher and higher, landing gently on the spire of one of the tallest bell towers in the vicinity.

He still played the violin quietly, as if nothing could snoop him out.

The mage opened his mouth wide to shout, trying to interrupt the sound of the piano, but was shocked to find that he could not make the slightest sound.

He choked his throat hard, trying to get his throat right. But to no avail.

Still unable to make a sound, and even he found that all the other noises around him, all the sounds that could interfere with the sound of the piano, gradually dimmed until they were inaudible.

Faintly, the player's eyes under the black cloak lit up with a faint bloody light, and the speed of his playing gradually increased, becoming faster.

But there was not the slightest fluctuation of spells.

Some are just the most ordinary piano sounds, simple music.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the dense crowd below, and a decadent middle-aged bearded man stabbed a cake knife into his throat, and he looked up at the sky with a sad look on his face.

Blood dripped down his palms and forearms, but the people around him didn't notice it. Or if you find out, no one cares.

The sound of the piano slowly becomes sad and desolate with the rhythm.

Snort!

Two more soft sounds, two listeners stabbed themselves in the throat with fruit knives, and they lay in a pool of blood with tears in their eyes, but no one cared.

The number of suicides gradually began to increase, they picked up all kinds of sharp objects, stabbed them into their throats, and fell quietly on the street without a single scream or cry of pain before they died.

Ten, twenty, fifty, one hundred

More and more people are constantly splashing rust-scented blood. The streets of the city seem to be shrouded in blood.

The mage stood in the crowd, trying to keep himself from listening to the strange sound of the piano, he was born with extremely high mental power defects. That is, it is difficult for him to concentrate his mental power to do one thing, which is also the key to the fact that he is only a second-level mage so far. But at this moment. The inability to concentrate became his biggest savior.

He watched as his captain, Aswan, drew his sword and slashed his throat and trachea. He was smiling and had tears in his eyes before he fell to the ground.

He wanted to stop it, but his body couldn't move at all, as if he wasn't under his control at all.

"What the hell is going on!??" he cried out in fear, but it didn't change the stiffness of his body in the slightest.

More and more people committed suicide, rivers of blood gathered on the ground, and flocks of pigeons and other unknown birds and bugs mingled, whirling wildly around the player's black cloak, and they occasionally slammed against the surrounding walls and buildings. But the dead ones didn't wake them up at all, and still flew around the performer at high speed.

"This is the sound of death" The mage's mind was filled with sorrow, and it was the only thought that came to his mind, and his eyes went black, and the whole person suddenly fell to the ground, unconscious.

In just half an hour, the entire prosperous city of Colora has completely turned into a dead city, and blood fills every corner of the city, all life. They all committed suicide in the midst of this strange sound of the piano, both humans and animals.

Even some of the void creatures hidden in the crowd were not spared from this catastrophe.

Laugh at!

As the last city lord entered the mansion, the city lord who was up to level seven raised his sword and killed himself.

The sound of the black cloak finally came to an end.

He gently pulled out the last note and lowered the violin. Look at this huge city with a population of more than 100,000 people. It has completely become a lifeless city of blood.

"What a wonderful song" A young man with skin as clear as a crystal gem and full of life slowly emerges from behind the performer.

He wears a white robe. The eyes are strange black and white double pupils, and there is a white pupil in the black pupil. It looks weird.

"Master, are you satisfied with your meal?" the Grimodian gracefully turned and saluted.

"The body is completely restored. Garon nodded in satisfaction. "The vitality of 150,000 people, the despair skull of 150,000 souls has also reached the point of saturation. ”

He raised his left hand, and a few colored diamonds appeared on the surface of the black bracelet on his wrist at some point. It is a melee diamond that alternates between red and golden yellow. There are five in total.

"Sure enough, the slaughter came quickly" Garon couldn't be more satisfied, a broken diamond represents a soul seed condensed by the death bracelet, and there are five of these broken diamonds, which means that the soul perception fragments of more than 100,000 people have provided him with at least five soul seeds. This is not the same as sneaking around in the abyss and the will of the abyss.

He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled, and suddenly the five broken diamonds on the bracelet suddenly turned into five rays of light and drilled into his mouth.

Keeping his mouth shut in satisfaction, Garon closed his eyes as if enjoying this rare harvest.

In the dark soul space, the eighth soul ring was finally completed in an instant, and after the five soul seeds were integrated, this soul ring was directly upgraded to a pale red soul ring. As long as it is promoted to orange again, you will finally be able to reach the yellow level and enter the upper demon king level.

The peak of the upper demon king is the point where it can fight against the power of the lower gods, not the incarnation, but the real gods descending to the earth.

Another trace of dense invisible energy also condensed in Garon's body, and quickly converged into the nine-sided body on his chest, and the massacre of more than 100,000 lives also made Garon form a gray-black ninehedron.

Roar!!!

Suddenly, there was a loud roar of an angry dragon in the distant sky.

"Oh, it's Tiamat's power. Garon looked up and smiled, "It's a pity he's a step late."

Laugh at!

Garon and the two disappeared to the top of the clock tower in an instant.

Colora City, the ancient city directly under the White Dragon Mountain, was slaughtered, and all 150,000 lives and souls disappeared, without entering the abyss or hell, and without returning to the Styx and Tiamat Divine Kingdom, all of them mysteriously disappeared.

Since Tiamat had no church, only scattered believers and a few evil priests, almost no one was able to get any more clues from him.

Only a few survivors described to everyone what happened that day.

An evil strange performer hypnotized the entire city, and those people were not killed by him at all, but all committed suicide! Corpses were scattered all over the streets and alleys of the city, and even the powerful city lord who was as high as level seven killed himself in his bedroom.

But this is only a piece of news worth paying attention to, White Dragon Mountain was furious and sent a large number of members around to capture a genius White Dragon named Garon, but every encounter was directly defeated and slaughtered by Garon.

In just half a month, there were more than thirty adult white dragons, old dragons, and ancient dragons who died in Garon's hands.

In the second half of the month, not only Colora City, but also Lawson City, 700 kilometers away, suffered the same fate.

This city is not a direct city of White Dragon Mountain, he is a border city subordinate to the Black Pattern Empire, that is, the Black Elf Empire, and most of the soldiers stationed in it are army soldiers, and the death toll of the massacre this time directly hit 250,000.

The legend of the terrible Sonata of the Dead spread throughout the North for a time.

Two large cities were slaughtered in succession, and a large number of priests and church personnel gathered to try to find out the situation. But all the evidence, without exception, points to the new Calamity Dragon, the White Dragon Garon. (To be continued......)