Silent Crown Chapter 12: Rain Demon Flurrying Blowing Blood and Breathing

　　 In an instant, Pippen bounced off the ground.

　　 It was as if the potential burst open from his body, and he swelled up all over. In an instant, part of the body joints shattered under the arrogant movement, but the movement was almost unbelievable.

　　 Like a huge iron ball wiping his body and flying by, Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned black with a flower.

　　 In the dizziness, he felt himself hit the wall.

　　 Under the moonlight, Pippen's body leaped into the air, hugged the black ground box tightly, and threw it into the darkness with the power of turning around.

　　 Then, the furious wolves leaped from the ground, tearing him to pieces. But in the cruel hunt where the joints were shattered and the flesh and blood was flying, the black box was tumbling, staggering and falling, and finally rolled to the end of the street, at a person's feet.

　　 A huge silver wolf followed like a shadow, but the man looked at the silver wolf face, but smiled, just bent over and stretched out his hand to press on the black box.

　　-collapse!

　　 In an instant, there was a deafening explosion in the black box.

　　 In the violent voice, invisible power, like a hammer, instantly smashed the silver wolf's head into the bluestone slab under his feet, and blood splashed on the black box like mercury, whitening a corner.

　　 On the black box, the cracks slowly opened up and finally turned into powder. The clarinet fell into the hands of the comer, and after a burst of sound, it no longer trembles, as if returning to where it should have been.

　　 "It's a pity, wolf flute."

　　The visitor took off the top hat on his head, revealing white pupils: "A good trap, but it doesn't work for me... Do you regret killing an innocent person by mistake?"

　　 He seems to be very old, his face is full of wrinkles, he is not at all like the 30-year-old middle-aged man mentioned by the wolf flute, but there is a cold light in the white eyes, which is colder than the wolves. If the animal nature gives people fear, then the almost unreasonable violence and coldness can freeze the soul.

　　 "Sorry, no."

　　While the wolves roared and waited, the voice of the wolf flute came: "He died when you controlled it with the worm."

　　 is on Pippen’s fractured head. In his ears, a black leech-like creature swims out of the blood. It was originally parasitized in Pippen’s brain, but now it crawls out and is in a pool of blood. Swim quickly, dragging a blood line to the feet of Bu Yushi, and finally wrapped around his wrist, which quickly hardened and turned into a strange bracelet.

　　 Bu Yushi lowered his eyebrows, like admiring the worm bracelet on his wrist, and sighed softly: "Look, I got this reward at a great price. It helped me through a lot of suffering, including this Once."

　　 said, he raised his head and looked around at the surrounding scenery. He looked surprised and admired: "It's really unimaginable. I chased you so far. I didn't expect that'it' would be hidden by you in this ridiculous In a small town."

　　 "With me, you can't take it away."

　　 There was a voice in the darkness, as if from all directions.

　　 "I dare not take such a terrible thing with me. The order I received is just to destroy it."

　　 Bu Yushi suddenly laughed: "Same, I can..." He paused, and the clarinet in his hand suddenly lifted up with a stern sound:

　　"——Destroy you!"

　　 blasted like a dying scream, and when the scream spread, countless boiling sounds followed. The sea breeze danced wildly, and the sound of the tide became blurred. A huge amount of ether awakened under this screaming mobilization, gathered into a trend, coming from all directions, plundering all water vapor.

　　 The air suddenly became extremely dry, even if it breathed with a scorching stinging breath, but then, the pale mist spread from the rainman’s feet, and the thick and suffocating mist was in a flash. diffusion.

　　The fog engulfed the entire street, making everything blurred.

　　 Immediately afterwards, water drops appeared out of thin air, colliding in the fog like a rainstorm, like arrows. Wherever he went, everything was robbed of temperature, and a layer of hoarfrost was condensed.

　　 In an instant, a heavy rain poured down where the mist was.

　　 The silver wolves screamed and rushed into the fog, but they were lost in his tracks and couldn't find where the man was.

　　Variation system musicians are best at manipulating changes in the nature of objects, swaying storms and frost, making flames and iron walls. Among all the musicians, they are the most suitable to be on the battlefield because of their tremendous destructive power!

　　 Now, the clarinet whistling low, and a summary of the performance was completed in an instant, summoning heavy to suffocating fog and torrential rain and severe cold enough to freeze ordinary people instantly.

　　"Hey, I hid in my turtle shell again."

　　 The wolf flute spit out, and the eyes that turned into beastly vertical pupils stared at the fog and rain.

　　-Cromer Variations. OP74, its name is ‘Rain Demon’.

　　 But the most dangerous thing is not this...far from this...

　　 So, he needs to be on guard.

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　　 But in the mist, the clarinet played soundly.

　　 It's like the sound of countless people choking in the rain, spreading like weeping. It was in this sorrowful voice, but there were screams like an iron bee flapping its wings one after another, as if a ghost had called in, hovering in the mist.

　　 In the fog, the endless rainstorm suddenly stirred, and a piercing scream was born from it, and it easily cut a big hole in the neck of a silver wolf.

　　 The silver wolf's head was broken, hung around his neck, and rolled in the rain, completely cut apart by what followed.

　　 Until the end, the silver wolf dissipated. Only tiny holes pierced deep into the ground remained in place.

　　In those potholes, there are slender iron pieces.

　　The iron pieces embedded in the earth and rock still emit a scorching light, but after getting out of the fog, the heat disappears, as if the heat is taken away by the fog and returned to the source.

　　 This is one of the reasons why ‘Rain Demon’ is hailed as a killing score. Through several different combinations of notes, it can produce an almost irresistible destructive effect-‘Blasting Iron’.

　　 That piece of mist is not dead, it is a living thing, and the reason why it spreads into the severe cold is because it is always extracting the light and heat from the surroundings. All the light and heat were taken away, and then burst out with those iron-like ‘medium’ as they flew.

　　 No matter how heavy the armor or the wall, they can’t stop the impact of this force.

　　 If someone is hit, I'm afraid they will be interrupted in an instant, right?

　　 only needs a loud noise, and the upper body and lower body will say goodbye to each other.

　　 or the whole person becomes a pile of minced meat.

　　 This is the most dangerous place for the Rain Master, because what he is best at... is killing.

　　The music continued, and the sound of rain became denser, wrapped in extremely thin iron sheets, shooting in all directions. The iron piece easily cut off the neck and four claws of the silver wolf, killing them until they collapsed.

　　 But in the increasingly desolate sound of the wolf flute, jackals emerged from the ground one after another.

　　 As if there is no limit at all, the summons of the wolf flute are constantly emerging from the void...This is almost the size of the entire wolf pack.

　　 These giant wolves, which are as large as one person, are by no means normal creatures. They are born out of the ether, with no vital points, no blood, no fatigue, and fearlessness.

　　 And with the playing of the ‘Nye’ clarinet, they expanded again, revealing a strangely icy blue, but their bodies became more and more ethereal, as if they were about to dissolve in the mist.

　　 "Don't hide, dear Mr. Wolfflute!"

　　In the rain and fog, the Bu Yushi suddenly snarled, and a flash of light waved across, cutting the wall, causing the bricks and stones to collapse, and countless dust flying up. In the flying dust, the wolf flute in the shadow finally revealed its traces.

　　The iron piece passing through the wall flew past his throat, leaving a striking bloodstain.

　　"Wheelchair?"

　　 Bu Yushi strode forward: "When did you like this girly cannon thing?"

　　The iron flakes shoot with the screams, like arrows bursting from a crossbow, intensively gathering into a bunch of heavy rain, spraying forward.

　　The wolf flute's body suddenly leaned, and the two wheels of the wheelchair slid on the ground. After turning around in a circle, they slid to the rear. Tie Yu passed him by, leaving a depression like a honeycomb on the wall, and gravel flew.

　　 "Wow, don't you say it."

　　Wolf flute raised his brows exaggeratedly, and patted the armrest: "This thing is easy to use, and it's convenient for me to be lazy. It's super easy to use! I just love it a bit."

　　 "Save the playful love story until after you go to **** with it."

　　 Bu Yushi lifted up his withered face, a black eyeball was on his eyes, representing the pale white contraction of his pupils:

　　"—This is the end of the nonsense!"

　　 in his hand, the clarinet has been raised to his lips, playing a sharp tune. The white mist shuddered suddenly, tumbling and boiling, and finally turned into blood-red scarlet.

　　 blood red? !

　　"Blood and breathe?"

　　 The wolf flute splits its mouth and rubs its teeth like a beast: "This technique of using blood to feed the ether is really the style of your cultists."

　　The sharp and stern performance suddenly lifted up, and the red mist danced wildly, and countless rainwater flew and collided in it, and the sound of rubbing against each other was like thunder. In the sound of thunder, six hot flashes suddenly lit up.

　　 Those are extremely thin and sharp iron pieces. They have achieved a speed comparable to that of a vector in the vortex of rain and water, and they tremble when they revolve, like evil spirits screaming.

　　 This is the "explosive iron" that can only be shot single. They are mixed in the rain and gathered into a bunch. When they are launched, they will be shot out like a fan, making people nowhere to escape in a small space. .

　　 But now there are six at the same time, even if it is the wolf flute who has been licking the opponent's mouth and seeing the scene in front of him, he can't help his scalp tingling. This kind of evil way of boiling blood to breathe is sometimes just fucking... it's really enviable!

　　Why is there no such convenient method among the discipline musicians? Even if you can't burn other people's blood, you can still use your own blood.

　　The wolf flute's eyes became envious.

　　 throws six shots at a time, and the guy Bu Yu may have paid a considerable price. It's a pity, whether this kind of performance has gone crazy, or the prudence of a strong enemy is a matter of course, it is super super super super difficult.

　　 After all, when the wolf flute was once attacked 100 meters away, there was only one piece of iron that caused the wolf flute to be severely damaged!

　　 And now, he is in a wheelchair, with nowhere to escape, and the reverberating buzz in the air has pierced him with chills—that's the sound of a blasting iron about to fire.

　　Under the tremendous pressure, he could only play the clarinet in his hand with his scalp numb.

　　 In the next instant, the sound of the whistle dancing wildly in the sand was shattered by the crackling, and the iron flakes brewing in the rain and fog flew out. The iron pieces that had been rubbed into crimson were released instantly, and the terrifying kinetic energy and heat destroyed their bodies in an instant, turning them into even more terrifying iron sand.

　　 The iron sand burned through the mist, pulling the blood mist and flying forward.

　　 Like a moment, hundreds of hot spikes pierced out of the dancing blood mist, sank into the stone slabs and walls, and smashed them to pieces with ease.

　　The terrifying residual heat spread, setting off a pale water vapor.

　　 But in the water vapor, a silver wolf whistling sounded.

　　"——So, I really am a genius! Hahahaha!!"

　　 Just as the six silver wolves were pulling hard, the wheelchair rushed out of the thick fog like a sleigh.

　　 The blood-stained wolf flute laughed wildly, and sat firmly on the wheelchair that was about to fall apart. I'm afraid no one would have thought that this neuropathy could seize the last moment, transform his wheelchair into a sled, and forcibly escape from the six-round fan-shaped blasting iron fire.

　　 On the speeding wheelchair, the wolf flute sighed, took out the pendant-like bottle on his neck, flicked the cork with his fingers, and then raised his head and drank the liquid in the bottle suddenly into his throat.

　　 At the moment the ice blue liquid entered his throat, he trembled all over, his skin turned pale, and the blue-purple blood vessels swelled and emerged under the skin, intertwined into a chilling network.

　　The blood network is beating, and the rhythm is very regular...like a beast digesting blood, and then releasing a burning flame. A faint light shone from Wolf Flute's eyes, and it was the hot electric light intertwined in his eyes, which made people afraid to look directly.

　　 "Damn, this is a big loss."

　　The wolf flute whispered in a low voice, and the voice was hoarse like an iron piece. He took a deep breath and blew the clarinet suddenly.

　　 Just this time, a certain power burst into the music, like illusory sounds condensed into substance, eroding this false world. Obviously it was an extremely cold night, but it made people feel maddeningly hot.

　　 Immediately after ~IndoMTL.com~ the wind from the desert fell from the sky, destroying a bleak wind and cold rain.

　　 The dampness and bitterness in the air were swept away by the hot and dry wind. The sound of the clarinet spreads like violent sand sweeping through, and the illusion of dry mouth and scorching sun suddenly occurs wherever it passes.

　　 The low and low sound of sand and stone rubbing overshadows the cry of "The Song of Rain Demon".

　　 Under the moonlight, a huge wolf king suddenly appeared. It was bigger and more ethereal than its kind, like a reflection in the water, which would disappear in the next instant.

　　 It did disappear.

　　 Bu Yushi's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly backed away, but the Wolf King appeared again, behind him.

　　 His body quivered, he lowered his head dullly, and saw the huge gap in his waist. It was a wound that was instantly torn by the ghostly wolf king.

　　 Under the moonlight, the Wolf King spit out the flesh and internal organs in his mouth, slowly turning his head to look at him, his translucent body was misty when he turned around.

　　 "Hades, messenger?"

　　 The shrill scream ceased abruptly, and the Rain Master murmured hoarsely, desperate.

　　The Wolf King returned again, disappearing in an instant. When it appeared again, there was already a piece of flesh and blood in the claws, and half of a rib. His eyes looked arrogantly at his prey. And Bu Yushi simply...has no resistance!

　　 As the wolf king flashed again, the dull sound of torn flesh and blood sounded.

　　 Bu Yushi held his exposed internal organs and knelt down on the ground.

　　 The winner is divided.