Silent Crown Chapter 774: Error
Amidst the siege of the four, Ye Qingxuan didn't know why, but felt that the chill was getting more and more bitter.
The pressure on him from the saint who hasn't taken a shot all the time is increasing, which makes it difficult for him to concentrate on dealing with it.
At this time, among the five people, the ether fluctuates one after another, attacking and countering, and defensive shifting... all kinds of music theory are intertwined in one place, and it has become a chaotic web. A little carelessness will trigger the whole body. The consequences.
Faced with this kind of war of attrition that must focus on the overall situation and must compare the baht, Ye Qingxuan's anxiety is getting stronger and stronger.
They want to drag themselves here, separate him from the incarnation of Leviathan's natural disaster, and destroy them all.
This is not Anglo.
The longer the delay, the more terrible the Asgard’s counterattack will be, and a quick decision must be made.
So...
Ye Qingxuan stagnated for a moment, and suddenly, withdrew all the defenses, facing the saint's siege, turning around and straddling dozens of meters.
Ma Le, close at hand!
At that moment, he saw the dilated pupils of the saint's eyes.
The sword of the New Testament was lifted and aimed at Mahler's heart. Regardless of the full siege of the saints behind him, the blade instantly tore through the layers of defense and collided with the robe that was obviously a holy thing. one place.
In the harsh sound, violent turbulence broke out, a narrow gap was torn in the garment of the holy thing, and the sword blade pierced through, carrying burning blood, coming out from behind.
At the same time, Verdi, Puccini, and Taylorman jointly attacked Ye Qingxuan's back heart. Ye Qingxuan's body was shaken, feeling the scepter violently turbulent, and the ladder almost cut off.
Suddenly, injury for life.
One missing!
Ye Qingxuan stopped taking care of Mahler, too late to wipe the blood from his face, turned around to deal with the pressing enemy, but the action stopped abruptly.
The sword of the New Testament stagnated in place.
Can't pull it out...
He turned his head in astonishment and saw Mahler's indifferent face and the ethereal glow in his eyes.
At that moment, Mahler awakened the inheritance of the holy name.
"Song of the Earth"!
The thick melody played from the shell, wrapped layer by layer with the sword of the New Testament...At this moment, all Mahler's music theory was transformed into a lock of forbidden.
One thousand six hundred levels of commandments, from the inside out, he used himself as a seal and shackled the sword of the New Testament in it!
This is not a hasty decision, but rather like...
Premeditated!
Ye Qingxuan's pupils spread instantly, and immediately after that, he sensed three equally violent ether fluctuations rising behind him.
Inheritance of the Holy Name!
Verdi, Puccini, and Taylorman, at the same time inspired their own holy name inheritance!
In spite of Ye Qingxuan's hasty counterattack, Verdi stepped forward, pressing his palm on Ye Qingxuan's forehead.
In an instant, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be stripped from her own body. After a brief period of weightlessness and dizziness, everything in front of her twisted and changed, and the huge phantom engulfed him and pulled him into his abdomen.
Countless streamer phantoms flashed before his eyes.
In a trance, soft and cheerful singing sounded, warm wind blew from the fireplace, crystal chandeliers illuminated the magnificent hall, and the band played dance music carefully, causing countless figures to dance with them.
Ye Qingxuan looked around by mistake, but saw that each face had a pure white mask, like crying and laughing, holding him, pulling him, and inviting him to participate in this joyful masquerade. go with.
Illusory...
Heavy illusions surrounded him and dragged him into the world of nothingness.
It's like splitting into countless individuals in an instant. He is Ye Qingxuan, he is fighting here; he is Armand, an infatuated species who admires and glamorous prostitutes; he is Nebuchadnezzar II, tyrannical The emperor; he is Rigletto, a hunched court jester; he is Carlos, the involuntary prince...
He is a commoner...he is a beggar...he is a mother...he is a sinner...
For an instant he seemed to travel through countless periods of life, but he knew that this was an illusion. He could still see himself on the battlefield of Asgard, and he could see Puccini walking towards him.
He wanted to resist, but he couldn't figure out which one was himself, which one had to resist, and which one of the 100,000 himself was in.
The prince drew his sword and killed the emperor and became a prisoner; the harlequin assassinated the duke and was beheaded in public; the emperor was crazy and was assassinated by the guards...
Countless himself, countless failures, countless people ridiculed.
In front of him, Verdi staggered to the ground, burning everything in this illusion that dedicated his whole soul.
Puccini was close at hand, pressing his palm against Ye Qingxuan's chest, and across his heart, countless music theories extended into the projection of the etheric net. Obviously he is a saint in the holy city, but the music theory is completely different from that of the West, on the contrary...like the blood of the dragon vein!
A... a man of heaven! ?
Ye Qingxuan raised his head with difficulty, and saw that his golden hair faded and turned pale in the agitation of music theory, and his green eyes burned out in the fire, leaving the pitch black like charcoal.
The inheritance of the saints forcibly corrected his bloodline, and then, the core music haircut...
"Turandot"!
The power of the saints was forcibly transformed into Ye's bloodline talent.
Countless silver lights turned into lines of thought, instantly mounted on the projection of the etheric web, that is the ladder!
Bypassing Ye Qingxuan, Puccini forcibly resonated with the ethernet network and opened the door to the core of the natural disaster. Finally, Taylorman stepped forward and burned Puccini’s power. Numerous music principles were compiled from his hands. Out, the movement takes shape.
Interpretation method!
Ye Qingxuan only felt shocked and cold all over.
The music theory flowing out of Teleman's hands is from the same source as me... No, it's completely the same as my own interpretation!
The interval, structure, technique and even conception all carry Ye Qingxuan's style and are full of strength. If it weren't for Ye Qingxuan to distinguish, I'm afraid everyone would mistake it for his arm, right?
Taylorman is copying his own music theory...No, at this level it is no longer parody, but despicable plagiarism and plagiarism!
Countless movements follow the interface opened by Puccini and continuously flow into the ethernet network. Once they enter the ethernet network, they will be copied, diffused, and transmitted wildly in countless coordinated instruments...
It's like a worm in the abdomen, a virus spreading in the lesion, the rapid evolution of countless movements, and the crazy change of music theory. In a flash, half of the synergistic instruments light up and lose their response.
I am afraid that it has completely shut down in the high heat of overload operation.
In the end, countless movements responded to the same call and gathered towards the core of the ethernet. The complicated music theory was extracted from the movements and compiled by themselves, as if the workers collected materials from various places and worked hard. .
A power completely different from those cumbersome movements emerged from it, and then, the element response, descended from the etheric realm, outlined the core heritage of the saints, the real names of the movements.
"The Last Judgment".
Even this piece of movement is completely a reprint of "The Day of God's Fury"!
It's like a Trojan horse with an ambush in the legend was sent into a heavily guarded city.
The superb movement with the Sun of God’s Wrath sets off a fiery glow. From the inside out, like a fire that burns out the fuelwood, it crazily destroys the structure of the ethernet net...
Until now, Ye Qingxuan finally understands why even if the four saints of theirs work together, it is only a bit more than the ordinary saints.
Because their sacred name inheritance was not built according to the standards of saints at all!
Almost everything that is unnecessary is discarded, and all important parts are strengthened. The four people split up and are nothing. Only when they are put together, they are the lore that the Holy City has deliberately tailored for Ye Qingxuan...
Mahler sealed his own sword of the New Testament, and Verdi made him unable to resist. Puccini forced his power to resonate with the ethernet network, opened the interface, and then Taylorman imitated his own music theory. And habit, temporarily compile music theory on the spot, bypassing all defenses, and destroying the Ethernet network to the greatest extent possible from the inside out.
If he guessed right, there will be a one-shot killer, right?
It is worthy of being a holy city, worthy of being an order.
The family has a big business, can afford to gamble, and forcibly exchanges his sons. After indulging Ye Qingxuan for so long, he finally seized his weakness and gap and lowered his lore to him.
The four saints in exchange for their lives.
For the first time in his life, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was so valued.
He began to wonder, since when did the Holy City prepare for all this?
From the moment he forged the sword of the new covenant? When was "Renewed World" available? On the day when I became the ethernet network? Or... the night when he refused the holy city award and went to Anglo?
Or, who is this for?
Is it Ye Qingxuan’s ethernet or Ye Lanzhou’s giant with hundreds of arms?
"It's worthy of the cult."
He laughed hoarsely, feeling the ridicule from his heart, "It's a holy city!"
In the distance, Leviathan roared, and the incarnation of natural disasters no longer paid attention to Odin~IndoMTL.com~ He wanted to rush over, but he was desperately stopped by the divine armor controlled by the old musician.
Under the blockade of Gangnir, the King of the Seven Seas screamed in anger.
"Ye Qingxuan, as you wish, the Holy City is now your enemy. This is the goodbye the Holy See asked me to bring you."
Marler stared at him with feverish eyes: "Next, please disappear into this world with your despicable heresy creation!"
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment.
With a thump, I was amused by this joke.
"My creation? No, no, no, you made a mistake..."
Leaving Taylorman to wreak havoc in the ethernet network, Ye Qingxuan smiled hoarsely, and seriously corrected Mahler's speech disorder: "I have never created anything.
Whether it is the sword of the New Testament, the Net of the Ethernet, the Chapter of Fate, and even the Land of Nothing, it is the result of Ye's Millennium Dream...
It is true that I control the Ethernet network, I personally make it, and it is my power composition, but in fact, it is not me who is the real designer.
Before it was born, its core music theory and underlying alchemy matrix had been constructed.
It was designed by a sloppy and nasty guy, who is unlikable, but he has never been unreliable once in creation alone. As far as I know, in terms of pure talent, no one in the world can compare to him.
If I had designed the ethernet network, then I am definitely at a loss now, but if you change to that guy, how can you feel that he will not have any defense against you such a trick? "
At that moment, as the outflow layer, cambium, creation layer and final active layer fell apart.
In the deepest part of the ethernet, the name of the creator outlined by the elements emerges.
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