Silent Crown Chapter 145: The Revenge Musician
The prayer room is covered with blood. (Baidu search for the fastest and most stable update of the literature network)
The Blue Teeth at this moment, the whole body has been bruised, but compared to the wounds on his body, his appearance is even more frightening.
He has become a monster completely!
The deformed and evolved bones almost broke his flesh and blood, and sharp bone spurs came out from under the skin, as sharp as a blade.
His body was covered with blood-colored scales, and his cyan teeth protruded from the grin, with an iron-like texture.
The whole person is like a dragon chick that was forcibly pulled out of the egg after half hatching, ugly, hideous, and terrible!
The snake scale double swords shattered in the chewing of his sharp teeth and turned into iron **** on the ground.
Across from him, the professor stared at his distorted pattern coldly, and slowly nodded: "So it turns out that the natural disaster you signed the contract with was the'Dark Earth Mother'?"
The green teeth screamed, and there was a noisy chanting of two tongues in that howling. Immediately afterwards, a dangerous light lit up in the vertical pupils, and everything grew up frantically wherever the eyes passed, maturing, aging, and decayed into dust instantly.
The Decaying Eye!
Under the attack of that line of sight, even the professor has to retreat temporarily, and the surrounding illusion is self-defeating!
Just now, the green tooth, who was pushed to the limit by the professor, suddenly opened a huge mouth and swallowed half of the body of the white-faced woman and the chain saw monk into the abdomen, and then began to grow wildly, becoming this pair Mood.
In spite of the feeling of Avalon's enchantment, the whole person has begun to transform into a dragon, transforming into a monster.
But even so, there is no guarantee of winning in his frantic will.
He was so fast that he couldn't see his eyes. He chased the professor and broke through several walls one after another.
The traps set up by the professor all lost their effect under the frenzied offense and toughness. Whether it's acid, a crossbow, or a spear that pierced from the floor. All were declared scrapped under that unreasonable half-dragon body.
For the first time, he had the upper hand, but he was not sure.
He wanted to run away, but he was afraid that he would lose instantly after exposing his back to the professor.
"What's wrong? Scared? Want to run away?"
The professor saw the fear in his eyes, and a mocking voice came from the darkness under the hood: "Don't be afraid. I will try not to destroy your physical integrity.
After all, the black musicians who have been transformed by the Dark Earth Mother are quite valuable research materials. "
"You are dreaming!"
The green teeth screamed, and the long bony tail behind it suddenly pierced forward. In an instant, the rapidly growing bony tail pierced the professor's robe like a crossbow, tearing most of his robe.
So, the severely injured body appeared from behind the crack.
Not as majestic as the outline of the outer robe, the professor's shoulders and arms were thin and slender, sickly pale. The cyan blood vessels can be seen faintly flowing under the skin.
Just behind the shoulder, there was a tragic wound with deep bones faintly visible. On so many dense scars, blood was flowing.
The flowing blood intertwined layers of patterns on his wounds and body, like needles and threads, passing through the flesh, densely intertwined, and finally gathered into a chain like a chain, entwined on his body.
——The Curse of Oath-Binding!
"Vengeance vow?!"
Green Teeth's voice is hoarse.
As if he had seen a ghost, he staggered back. When looking at the professor again. It's like looking at a monster that is crazier than himself, full of anxiety, awe and... fear!
"You lunatic. You mortgaged your soul to Blue Moon?!"
"If I really have something like a soul, why not?"
The professor bowed his head, admiring the wound on his body: "It's a pity, I wanted to get something out of your mouth, but now that you see this, you can't keep you anymore."
Speaking. He sternly thanked Green Teeth:
"Thank you for providing me with so much news about the House."
The green teeth staggered back, panic on the animalized face.
The vow of revenge is a power that only madmen who have no attachment to this world and are full of madness and despair can choose.
Resonate with the world through the complex rituals of banning factions. Xiang Ming, the blue moon, which represents absolute silence and calamity, made an oath, pledged everything he had, put an end to all enjoyment and all **, became the apostle of the blue moon, and combined his abilities with The career transformed into a revenge musician.
From that moment on, all meaning in life will be taken away.
Live, just for revenge.
Even if he is dead, he will transform into a demon and follow the enemy's clues.
From then on, all I have is disaster and nothingness.
While Qingtooth’s panting of fear, the professor smiled and raised the silver flute to his lips: the melody of the flute floated out of the flute.
Light and beautiful, with a touch of elegance and a touch of dream, it is intoxicating.
But it was in this beautiful melody that Qingtooth's face twisted and roared hoarsely.
It’s like losing your mind. The whole body is swollen and grows like a boil. The body continues to grow and grow... Until the end, it completely broke free from the human body and turned into a **** head. Ugly dragon type.
He no longer cared about Avalon's Great Enchantment. When the flute sounded, the whole church had been cut off into another world.
In this world, the moonlight shines all over.
The blue moon hangs high in the sky, shining with the light of death!
Moonlight plays!
The cold blue moonlight shined through the ceiling of the church, shining down, equal and benevolent, covering the ferocious mutant blood dragon.
So the blood dragon solidified, as if frozen by the lonely moonlight.
In the bleakness of all things, the moonlight is blue and blood is red, set against each other, exuding a decadent and desolate atmosphere.
The melody floats in the sky, exuding the sorrow of dreams like threads.
On the ground, the coagulated blood dragon uttered a painful wailing. In the hoarse wailing of his green teeth, his flesh and blood shattered and melted into the moonlight.
At this time in this world, only the moonlight is true. In addition, everything is just a phantom that can be dispelled by a finger.
Just like the seemingly gentle indifference, whether beautiful, ugly, noble or inferior, it is easily erased under the moonlight.
Destroy is coming.
Qing Fang finally gave up resisting, and just above the blood dragon that quickly collapsed and dissipated, a hideous face appeared.
That face was rapidly collapsing. But the smile on his face is so crazy and malicious.
"Hey, hey...you will never get good results."
Like an evil spirit curse in hell, Green Teeth laughed wildly and roared wildly:
"No one who becomes the apostle of the Blue Moon will have a good result!
——Your future will only be more miserable, more desperate, and darker than mine! You will fall deeper into **** than I am! No, things like you have nowhere to go even after death. You are destined to be a puppet of the Blue Moon all your life, a trivial tool! "
The professor stared at him in silence. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and there seemed to be moonlight flowing deep in his pupils, so indifferent and so decisive.
"So what?"
He shook his hands imaginarily, and the dissipated blood dragon collapsed into a mass of debris, with no bones left, only the huge and quintessential life essence gathered.
When the blue moonlight disappeared, the quiet and lonely world also disappeared.
The professor's figure reappeared in the church.
As if exhausted, he half-kneeled on the ground. Panting hard, sweating like rain. Arouse the power of the blue moon. Easily obliterate the Blue Teeth that had borrowed the power of the Heretic God, but it was an extremely heavy burden for him.
The ‘Blue Moon’ is not a force that is called and flickered!
Obviously, he is already weak, but on his arm, his back, and under his robe, the complex scars are quickly healed, like taking some precious medicine.
No. The medicine is only a cure, but the scars on his body are as if they have never appeared before, and there is no residual or hidden wound.
Only the **** swear swam in the body, as if it had been deeply introduced into the bone marrow.
He snapped his fingers and repaired the broken robe. Waved to erase all traces left on the ground. It's like I've never been here before.
Just when he was about to turn around and walk out of the church, he turned around suddenly.
There was a scream of the flute in his hand, and a dark green ray burst out suddenly, penetrating the darkness, and finally fell on a broken stone sculpture of a saint.
In an instant, the stone sculpture was annihilated and collapsed into powder.
Just behind the stone carving, stood a figure with a cane.
He is still wearing a dark gown, with a beastly ferocious look, as if he had returned from a banquet at a party of demons.
As the rays dissipated, the shattered light illuminated his profile and the sneerful smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Shoot and kill as soon as we met, okay? Mr. Professor."
He made a sound.
The professor stood silently in the hall, staring at the uninvited guest coldly, and sighed nonchalantly:
"Oh? Mr. Holmes? What a coincidence."
"Well, what a coincidence."
Ye Qingxuan nodded with a smile, and glanced at the flute in his hand with some dread: "Can you put down the instrument in your hand? I just came to talk to you."
The professor is unmoved: "Please don't be polite. In the face of uninvited villains, this is just the basic etiquette for hospitality."
"Hey~IndoMTL.com~It's so merciless." Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed.
"It's better to be ruthless than reckless, isn't it?"
The professor approached slowly, and his voice became colder and colder: "Did you run away last time? Why did you have the courage to come back to me again?
This time, I won't be merciful anymore, you have to be clear: there is no one here to let you call. "
Ye Qingxuan laughed.
"It doesn't matter if there is no one."
He shrugged slowly: "I still have more precious things, such as a righteous heart, and boiling blood, and another example...it."
For an instant, the professor stopped. (To be continued...) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day