Silent Crown Chapter 268: The Scarlet Danube
There was silence in the fog, and no one responded.し
Nabelis seemed to have heard the boy's swearing, and spread his hands more happily: "It seems that you have nowhere to escape? Why are you still obsessed with your own prejudices? Why don't we work together To a better future?
Come on, let me play a waltz for you, let us dance in this melody! "
In his hands, the heart-beating instrument gradually expanded, twisted, and turned into a French horn. Holding the weird musical instrument in his hand, he proclaimed passionately:
"Please enjoy below, the movement brought to you by Naberis.
——"The Scarlet Danube"! "
In the silence, the yin wind suddenly burst. The French horn was blown vigorously, and the horn sounded, curled at first, spreading in all directions with a trace of scarlet aura.
In the soft and weird melody like the whisper of a dead soul. The horn suddenly shook and rose, and then, the melodious tune like a river sounded from the void.
It was the turbulence of notes, countless notes overlap each other, burst out, and turned into an elegant and gentle melody.
This is a movement that requires dozens of musicians to play in the same tune, but now, with the power of a hundred eyes, he is like having a hundred hands and a hundred fingers, playing that level of melodiousness. The tune, one can't help but want to step into it and dance to that melody.
But this melody is extremely gloomy at this moment, like bones embracing, dancing, and embracing death in the tomb.
This is no longer the original resonance-level movement. It is a dark melody modified by a black musician.
At the festival, witches and believers will hug and make each other in this melody. Holding the bones and dancing wildly, dedicate everything to the great holy god.
In this uplifting melody, the mist that filled the surroundings all the time was forcibly driven away, and then, a blood-colored river snaked from the void.
It's not a **** road, but the Danube, full of bones, blood-stained by death and corpses! The place covered by river water. Everything is isolated from the outside world. This place has been turned into an abyssal magical soil!
The melody ravaged the minds of all living creatures, plundered their will, and forcibly pulled all souls into the dark realm.
In the middle of the melody, the blood is boiling, and countless illusory figures walk out of it and dance to the melody.
Nabelis bends slightly, stretches out his hand vainly, and a palm with a white lace glove stretches out from the blood-colored Danube and puts it on his hand.
Follow him back. The figure of the girl in the pure white wedding dress was drawn from the river of blood by him, her posture was enchanting and pure, like a girl attending a wedding.
But the girl is clearly a rotting skeleton, even wearing a withered flower crown on her head can't restore youth to her ugly face.
She clearly has a happy and weird smile. Throwing into the arms of Naberis, holding his hand, and dancing with him.
This is the spirituality hidden in this movement, the soul of the dark movement.
With her appearance, the overture finally ended, and the surging blood-colored Danube swept all around and rushed into the dungeon. Swallowed everything wherever he went.
Countless skeletal girls in wedding dresses crawled out of it, enthusiastically and tenderly ‘inviting’ all living creatures to their death dance!
"You still can't hide out yet?"
During the gloomy dance, Naberis asked hoarsely: "Mr. Holmes, do you allow me to do whatever I want? You are so kind that I feel ashamed."
The melody rises suddenly, rises again, Naberis laughed loudly, and sang passionately to the melody:
"Ah, you are so sentimental, you are young, beautiful, gentle and kind-hearted, like gold gleaming in the mine, where the true love awakens, by the Danube, by the beautiful blood-colored Danube!"
Boom!
The River of Blood shook suddenly, interrupting Naberis’s singing, making him look aside, looking at the trembling River of Blood. A crack appeared in the **** river.
The fissure is like a claw mark. The crazily scratch tears the river of blood, and the river of blood is surging, but no matter what, the tragic scratch cannot be bridged.
It was a pure killing intent that was as sharp as a blade, almost tempered to an indescribable level, like a dying dragon roaring in rage.
Long Wei? !
Nabelis was stunned: Who is it...
Immediately afterwards, in the darkness, there was a hoarse voice of a teenager.
"Thank you for your dance music, friend."
He laughed, unspeakably cheerful: "Unfortunately, I already have a partner."
In the darkness, a fierce murderous intent swayed, and in the air, the wedding girls who crawled out of the river of blood were torn to pieces.
A mess!
"The Ripper..."
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In the dark dungeon, blood is flowing.
Amidst layers of shackles, the bruised young man embraced the ripper in layers of shackles.
The invisible and qualitative killing intent was condensed into a sword and axe on his body, but was resisted by layers of shields, and did not tear him to pieces, only leaving a tragic wound of flesh and blood.
The tragic pain one after another, until this moment, he can finally feel the pain that the Ripper endures every moment.
For a long time, the several pieces of defensive equipment that the black musicians have successively grabbed can not resist the strong killing intent of the Ripper.
Even if it is not stimulated, it is better than a thousand cuts.
If it hadn't been for the top hat on his head to instinctively protect the lord, the "Shengzai" movement had maintained a minimum of survival, otherwise he would have died now that he could no longer die.
He endured the pain and looked down at the ripper in front of him.
Can't see her face clearly, behind the red-stained veil, there are only a pair of chaotic and hollow eyes, as if deep in a nightmare.
"Although I don't know who you are, it doesn't feel good to be controlled by King Arthur or the Hundred Eyes, right?"
Ye Qingxuan whispered softly: "In the face of tyranny. It's useless to just endure it. Only by resisting can you win freedom for yourself!"
In the weird and gloomy dance music. He paused, a smile on his face convulsed in pain: "...The dance music has already begun, don't let the guests wait for a long time."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, squeezed her cold wrist, and whispered in her ear:
"—Dance with me, Miss Murderer!"
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Above the bright, **** Danube. Layers of shackles and shackles. Ye Qingxuan squeezed her hand and pulled her to take the first step.
The boiling killing intent shot in all directions, disrupting the swept river, tearing the blood brides around to pieces.
Bear the brunt, Ye Qingxuan's body was covered with wounds, and his face was dripping with blood.
But he kept moving. In the cold and strange melody, Ye Qingxuan guided her to the beat and whirled gently. In the pupils of the eyes. The moonlight shines:
"Let me see, what is hidden in your heart!"
In a flash, the moonlight is like a bridge. Homology begins!
If Lola was here, she would surely slap him and denounce him for not knowing how to live or die. Among the homology techniques of all factions, the homology of the psychology faction is the most dangerous.
That represents the collision and fusion between two intellects. If the difference in strength between each other is too large, a little carelessness will mean that one of them is completely crushed. Moreover, it is in sync with the extremely crazy will of the Ripper, 100% will be infected by that kind of horrible emotion.
In other words. The lunatic changed from one to two.
Unfortunately, Ye Qingxuan did not die once or twice, and, if crazy...he seemed to have not been calm since he decided to return to Avalon.
How could the guy who tried to reverse the case of the No. 1 Traitor of Humans is a normal person?
In just an instant, he passed through the ripper's heart-ridden defense and entered her will. In just an instant, he was almost overwhelmed by the negative emotions that were everywhere like ocean tides.
No way, no help.
Rao is as firm as he is, and there is an urge to give up in an instant: because the Ripper is really hopeless.
The moonlight protected his will, allowing him to see clearly the situation of the Ripper at this moment: In the heart of the Ripper, a huge will is spreading rapidly at this moment.
That is the endless negative emotions like the ocean, that is the power from the curse of the Hundred Eyes. Anger, fear, jealousy, greed, recklessness, cowardice... the negative emotions that can be contained in human hearts continue to appear one after another.
And the Ripper has been unable to fight back.
His will was originally on the verge of division, and at this moment, under the erosion of negative emotions, it has completely lost control.
Inspired by negative emotions, power is constantly waking up and appearing... It's just that the power is too large, too large to control it, and it's just a futile vent of anger.
Ye Qingxuan had a toothache: Isn't this guy really possessed by King Arthur? What did you do to get to this point?
Where is power in this kind of swelling to the limit?
It's clearly a curse!
Now, they are entangled in the same place, they are inseparable! It's like a mental patient who was already on the verge of splitting suddenly got a more serious mental illness...
Crazy goes crazy, sickness gets sicker!
The power of the Hundred Eyes is not strong, it can be said that even Ye Qingxuan can extinguish any part of it at will. But the most terrifying thing about the curse is that it will die and live.
It has no body, and there is nothing to extinguish the core. Thousands of negative emotions one after another, intertwined into a dark chaos.
It is this chaos.
Even if there is only a trace left, it can be revived in an instant.
At this moment, Chaos has infested more than 60% of the will, and it can be said that it is about to win a big victory.
Deadly ill!
Seeing this situation, Ye Qingxuan only felt that his brain hurts: there is no way, at this stage, it is almost impossible to recover, and no medicine can be used to save it.
Furthermore, his own willpower rushes in, and he will only be flanked by two sides. The best result is to be assimilated into a part of it.
At that time, I am afraid that it will be worse than becoming a black musician, but there will be no bones!
On his body~IndoMTL.com~, his expression twitched, complicated and ugly: it's not that he didn't want to save it. At this stage, no medicine can save it.
Unless the Ripper awakens on his own and truly masters his power... but is that possible? If possible, she would not lose control and go crazy and run to the Whitechapel district to kill.
So, there is only one way left.
"I'm so sorry."
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I am not a serious psychiatrist. I only learned a bunch of music theory from the psychology school. If you fall into my hands, you are unlucky."
In a fleeting moment, the boy has opened his eyes again with a flick of his finger.
"Grit your teeth!"
He looked at the girl with hollow eyes in front of him, and suddenly slammed his forehead on her forehead: "Come and try my recipe for fighting poison with poison!"
Boom! (To be continued.)