Silent Crown Chapter 294: Difficult to protect yourself
"Sorry, Mr. Holmes, just let it go head-to-head. しThis new body has not been transformed, and its combat effectiveness is simply not worth mentioning... But I’m a black musician, and I’m a shameless sneak attack. Don’t you See you guys?"
He muttered in his mouth, lowered his head, and looked at the metal heart in his hand. A chill flashed in his eyes: "Since you are not a resonance class, then let's go to the heart sound showdown!"
In his hand, the beating heart was suddenly tightened.
The sharp voice burst out and resonated in Ye Qingxuan's heart. This was a heart sound attack that had thrown away all appearances and directly acted on life itself.
The fundamental competition between musicians and musicians!
In an instant, the melody in Ye Qingxuan's hands stagnated, his face was black and blue, and immediately turned red again, like blood boiling. The ether in his hand dissipated almost instantly.
Nabelis laughed and played the odd-shaped instrument in his hand, constantly controlling Ye Qingxuan's newly formed heart, beating frantically until it fell apart!
The remaining four black musicians seized this opportunity, suddenly screamed, singing the dark movements in the Katinuk dossier, manifesting the truth one after another, calling out the monsters and the power of the abyss, and swept into sluggishness. To young people.
But the next moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and grinned.
"You lied to you."
Boom!
The stagnation melody burst out again, this time with the raging fire of the barren mountain night and the roar of the Eye of Indra, in a flash, the torrent of riots swept past, completely engulfing the figures of the four people.
The musical instrument in Naberis' hand suddenly exploded, exploding a huge gap in his face, making him bloody. He looked at the fragments embedded in his palms in amazement, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
For so many years, he has relied on this technique to destroy the hearts of countless musicians. But this time. The musical instrument he produced was actually destroyed by Ye Qingxuan's resonance? !
Before he could react, layers of flames roared and curled up flames. Swept over. His figure suddenly split, and six shadows flew out and flashed past the capture of the barren mountain night. But in the midst of the rolling flames, the young man's figure suddenly flashed, and his palm fell---sighing and shaking.
Boom!
His body flew out, smashed into the wall, and was penetrated by the last silver nail. The flame in it did not gush out and restrained him tightly, unable to break free.
"Putting heart sounds...it's useless?"
He made a hoarse voice and stared at the teenager in front of him. "Why?"
"If you want to ask why..."
Ye Qingxuan looked down at his chest.
In that fissure, the crystal-like heart beats slowly, it swallows blood and ether, and glows like a dreamlike moonlight.
"—probably because I am a heart-hearted person."
"..."
Naberis was stunned, coughing up black blood, and squeezing a self-deprecating smile: "It was I who lost. I lost it completely... Unfortunately, there was no winner in this game."
"What exactly does Gavin want to do?"
Ye Qingxuan asked in a cold voice: "That thing, the incarnation of god...why did it come here?"
"Didn't you already guessed it? Mr. Holmes. Why bother to ask me?"
Nabelis raised his head with difficulty and looked at the dark shadow that seemed to fill the sky and the earth in the distance, "Look at it. God has descended... you and me, for the monsters outside the specifications, even Not comparable to dust...
You have failed, Mr. Holmes. In this game, the winner takes all, but unfortunately, mortals like us don’t even count as desserts. "
He vomited a mouthful of blood, and visceral debris came out of his mouth. The seven orifices bleed and the body was torn apart.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
Nabelis ruined his last life!
"Don't be surprised. This choice...not worth your frown."
He lowered his eyes and made a sound with his last strength: "Humans are born in chains. A smart guy like me has struggled for 60 years, but still can't get rid of it.
Fortunately, I still have... the freedom to choose death.
Mr. Holmes, if there is a Hades, where will I be waiting for you... I hope there we can be...be..."
"...friends."
Nabelis' head dropped, and the last breath died.
He is dead.
Ye Qingxuan stared at him blankly, his hand outstretched stiffly in the air, behind him, the deepest part of the shadow of Avalon, heard an earth-shattering roar.
A tragic gap emerged from the ground, staggering and extending.
Even the indistinct depths of the ocean were shocked, and a tsunami burst out.
As he progressed, the Lord of Darkness was finally unable to suppress the repulsive power of Avalon’s Shadow.
No matter how insignificant he suppresses himself, he can't avoid this boundary.
——This is the kingdom of King Arthur's scepter, and the conflict between music theory has been tightened to the limit. When the spring is compressed to its limit, it will rebound.
The aftermath of the intertwining and collapse of the theory of music distorts the material world. But he did not stop, still moving forward, toward the core of the kingdom of shadows.
One step, two steps...
Ye Qingxuan's face suddenly changed, and he could barely breathe: The battered large enchantment can no longer withstand the impact of the aftermath, and is about to collapse.
Now the enchantment is almost equivalent to most of his body. Once the enchantment falls apart again, then he will be completely beaten back to his original form, and maybe he will be severely injured.
"It's this time, Shaman, don't you still expect me to kill the gods for you?" Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, his body trembling, and his mind was almost taken away by the terrifying back.
But I couldn't help but worry a little bit in my heart.
Since these black musicians are so unscrupulous, the movement in the House is certainly not small.
For so many years, those guys secretly didn't know how many places the infiltration controlled. Hundreds of years of savings, regardless of their connections or force, if they no longer care about the royal family and decide to use all their power to counterattack, then Avalon must have become a mess.
I'm afraid the shaman is... hard to protect himself!
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Avalon at this moment. Darkness.
The Great Enchantment is an important defense unit of Avalon. When it collapses, the defense plan is activated. The nine gates of the city closed suddenly, isolating the inside and outside.
Xiacheng, Midtown and Uptown. The entire city is divided into sixteen parts, completely isolated from the inside out.
The brightly lit city fell into dim in an instant, and the faint firelight flickered, illuminating the steel armor on the streets of Xiacheng.
Those heavily armored guards rushed through the streets, faithfully following orders. The forces that have infiltrated the military in the House for so many years have been thoroughly launched, uprooting the shaman's strongholds on the street one by one.
This is no longer a battle in the streets, but a total war. In front of the regular legion. Any resistance looks funny and ridiculous.
There are fires everywhere in the darkness throughout the downtown area.
In the burning light, the offensive trombone sounded, and the armored legion raised their spears, destroying the guard and the buildings.
Wherever they passed, there was a piece of rubble and dust. All the rebels were pierced by spears, provoked, and thrown to the street. The winding blood left a red cordon, stinging people's eyes.
In a hurry. Those violent groups in Xiacheng simply couldn't gather any decent resistance, one by one was easily destroyed and turned into wreckage everywhere.
The loud noises in the distance rang one after another. It was the terrifying sound of the siege ballista razing the building to the ground. A scream could be heard faintly, and then it stopped abruptly, leaving only the low voice of iron armor rubbing. ,
The voice of iron echoed in this chaotic darkness.
There is also the sound of dripping blood.
In the messy alley, another iron armor was taken apart, and there was a huge hole in the chest, and blood shot out. A broken heart was crushed by an invisible palm.
Ghosts**, roar.
Boom!
The iron armor flew upside down, crashed into the crowd, and overturned the soldiers rushing up.
He took a deep breath of the foul air. The fishy smell of the ocean and the rotten breath of the sewers mixed in, stinging the lungs. Like embers burning with flames.
Just breathing, it brings scorching pain.
His gray hair was stained red with blood. The shirt was shattered, revealing the tragic scars underneath, and the greasy blood flowed on the invisible palm, sketching out the shape of his broken arm.
That arm is indeterminate, constantly transforming into various shapes, sometimes like a human hand, sometimes like a beast's claw, and sometimes the five fingers are sharp and full of scales, which is frightening.
"The fourth time."
He**, his legs trembled slightly: He looks really old, this is only the fourth time...
In just a few minutes, the Guard Corps has organized four attacks, but without exception, no matter how many soldiers in heavy armor rush up in a formation, they are like waves in front of this old man. Like hitting a rock, it was broken to pieces.
On the left is the mill, and on the right is the warehouse of the steel factory. This alley is sandwiched between two huge buildings. The narrow terrain gives him the greatest advantage.
No matter how many people rush up, there will always be only a few that he needs to face, so he can face it calmly, without fear of the huge number of opponents.
It's a pity... he can't go back.
Never let anyone pass from here...
He roared, stepped forward, wiped the blade and squeezed into the soldier's arms. The invisible ghost hand suddenly sank into his neck, a crisp voice burst out, the cervical vertebra shattered, and the soldier's neck suddenly snapped.
Immediately, the soldier's body shook sharply, and a few large holes were exploded behind his back. The head of the crossbow arrow pierced out of his chest and stuck on the iron armor, only a short distance from his eyes.
He bends down, flashes the sword's edge coming from the side, folded his hands, clamped the sword's edge and twisted suddenly, the sword's edge shattered, and followed his palm forward, piercing into the eye socket of the visor, It broke through the skull and got stuck in the brain.
Another soldier fell down.
Immediately afterwards, a big sword slashed on his shoulder, wedging it deeply into the bone. The ghost hand roared, the invisible palm twisted, tearing off the soldier's head as if it had no joints, and smashing it to the ground.
The sound of the wind whistled, and the armor-piercing arrow flew to the front, gripped by the invisible palm. Sparks flew, and finally rubbed his cheek and nailed the soldier's chest behind him.
Amidst the **** rain, a blade of cold light chopping and a loud noise of confusion.
The roars came one after another.
In the end, there was only one old man who was stained red with blood standing in the alley.
He drew the dagger that had been pierced into his leg with difficulty, and stood up with the two-layered corpse. The eyes staring at Ingmar were chilling.
"Ingmar, you are wasting too much time."
On the street behind Ingmar~IndoMTL.com~ the man in the gray cloak raised his head. Ingmar shivered and stammered in defense: "Mr. Ma, Mr. Sparrow, I just... Mr. Robin asked me to..."
"Enough, the robin is not here, I am the head of the House."
The sparrow crossed him, glanced coldly at the surrounded ghost hands, looked through him, penetrated the wall, and fell into the dark room, frowning.
"Is that dying old guy a shaman?" He sneered, "I always thought he was hiding, but I didn't expect...Is really going to die. Tsk, disappointing."
He raised his hand: "Don't worry, let go of the arrow!"
So, the scalp tingling sound rang out from the darkness.
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Recent updates are a little bit less, sorry, let's do more tomorrow~ If you have a monthly pass and recommendation, don't look forward to it~ (To be continued.)