Silent Crown Chapter 390: Dance of the Witch
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan almost held his breath. One ≥ novel＞≧≦﹤≤≦≤≤﹤
But at that moment, a furious roar sounded.
The abyss wind tunnel opened, and the dark silt burst out like a spring. Paganini roared furiously, and pulled out the sword in the stone on his chest. The blade was pulled out, revealing a tragic breach.
Obviously, he has been transformed into an inhuman, but after being wounded by that sword, he still shed a terrible blood.
As soon as the blade was pulled out, it was entangled, restrained, and sealed by the clothes of original sin, as if locked in a box. The blade fell on the ground, fell on the ground, losing its sharpness and turning into a stubborn iron.
Ye Qingxuan has already been held up by a dark strange hand by his throat and lifted in the air.
"Do you know what you did! Asshole!"
Paganini's furious face stretched out from the mud and screamed at him: "Do you know how precious it is! You ruined the greatest miracle in the world!
You, you, you... You are nothing to regret! "
Those silt spread up along the palm of his hand and swallowed him, like the intense pain of falling into hell, like countless scorpions slowly ravaging every nerve of his own, that is full of limbs. Mukuro's sharp pain instantly shattered his sanity, causing him to scream in pain.
"The greatest miracle?"
In the panic, Ye Qingxuan smiled hard.
He raised his eyes to look at Paganini, his eyes mocking: "Do you know what the greatest miracle is."
"Then take your miracle and follow me to the Yellow Spring!"
Paganini gave a cruel smile: "Don't worry, I can't bear you to die. In the rest of your life, the greatest miracle will be ‘death’."
The silt swallowed Elsa abruptly, Ye Qingxuan only felt the palm of his throat tighten every inch, and his neck was about to shatter.
His eyes are dark.
At the last moment, his mind was empty, but for some reason, a slender shadow flashed by.
It was a vaguely alley of Avalon. Under the dim light, the girl was wearing a dusty white dress, looking back at him, her eyes dim.
"Cousin..."
Bai Xi, I'm sorry.
He closed his eyes and screamed with his last strength:
"——Wolf flute!!!"
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Above the sky, at the Temple of Iron Whale, the half-scorched wolf flute leaped back with the rest of the masters and fell to the ground.
"Father..."
Wolf flute looked up at Bann, his eyes were complicated: "He asked me to tell you:'time is up'."
Bann lowered his head and stared at the pocket watch in his hand.
The second hand coincides with the hour hand.
Half an hour, just right.
Time has come.
"Child, we will meet in the kingdom of God eventually."
He closed his eyes sadly and stopped hesitating.
The pocket watch was closed, dropped in the air, rolled and collided on the ground, with a crisp sound, and the dial broke, freezing the time at this moment.
In the silence, amid the cracking sound of his eardrums, Bann stepped forward.
Draw the sword.
The gate of heaven, open.
So, above the sky, lotus grows in the sea of light.
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With the turbulence of the sea of light, the world roars.
The solemn melody played from among the iron whales, shaking the sky and the earth.
At that moment, Father Bann hangs down, standing with his sword, his breath is cut off, as if he has already died, his body has turned into a stone statue, but in his body, there is unparalleled solemnity and sacredness brewing, behind him A light wheel slowly emerged, majestic and full.
In the sea of light, the lotus flower is in full bloom.
The splendid flower composed of waves of countless rays of light bloomed between heaven and earth, illuminating Paganini's astonished face. The pale face became paler and paler, again illuminated by the light that appeared in countless nightmares.
The Gate of Heaven...
Seeing the light, his back ached, as if torn.
Hundreds of years ago, when he fell into the abyss, six generations of popes came with swords and penetrated him from behind. He survived and faded away, but the pain of that sword still remained in his soul.
The power of judgment flowed along the music theory and was written into his soul. The **** tormented him every night, even after hundreds of years, it still faintly pained.
And now, in the light, there is a vaguely indifferent look looking down.
So lofty and so contemptuous.
"Ulsinus!"
Paganini gritted his teeth and murmured the names of six generations of pope, as if to tear his throat: "You are not dead! I know! I know! You monsters more deformed than me... …"
The moment the gate of the kingdom of the day opened, the wind tunnel from the abyss was completely frozen, and there was no way to get in or out.
The light of God’s mercy shone from the sky, but with an irresistible coldness and cruelty, it spread across the entire world inch by inch, even the clothes of original sin trembled under this light, constantly The ground cracked and cracked.
In the sea of light, a vague shadow slowly emerged.
It's like opening the door of the kingdom of God, the archangel guarding the kingdom of heaven holding the sword of light, slowly raising his head, and walking out of the kingdom of sacredness, the heaven and the earth are silent.
In the reflection of Guanghai, the huge figure like an illusion bowed its head and stared at Paganini.
Compared with that huge figure, everything in the world is as small as dust.
When he comes, who can afford it? Who can stand when he appears?
——Because he is like the fire of the alchemist and the alkali of the bleacher.
In the solemn hoarse melody, the reflection of the angel in the sea of light raised the blade and cut it towards Paganini!
"It's...it's been a long time!"
Paganini stared at the gate of heaven, complex expression changes, in the end, revealed a trace of disdain: "This kind of hypocrisy is still so disgusting."
At that moment, Paganini opened his mouth.
What I spit out from my mouth is a magnificent and beautiful melody. The melody is tangible, with countless music theories intertwined, turning into a enchanting and beautiful silhouette, dressed in wild and ancient costumes, painted on the face, and bathed in In the darkness, but a bright smile.
Facing the divine punishment that the kingdom descended on that day, she still didn't know it, she was drunk in the melody and danced.
The melody and dance are not evil, nor mad.
Just beautiful, pure without the slightest blemish.
There is no so-called sacredness, and there is no evil from the abyss. The countless music theories are intertwined one after another, forming a pure beauty that does not contain any attributes.
It's like stripping away all the pretense of hypocrisy, revealing the thirst for truth and beauty. No matter how others think about it, how the world and morals condemn it, continue to follow that path without complaining or regrets.
That is a desire from the heart, there is no way to fake it.
So the sky and the earth are also infected by this melody, and the reality changes suddenly under the reflection of the theory of music. It is like shattered and reconstructed again, transforming into a beautiful and pure world.
"Dance of the Witch"
Only musicians who have a pure pursuit of music theory in the past are qualified to inherit the sacred name of'Paganini'. It is precisely because of this that Paganini has ignored the boundaries between humans and demons and chose to fall into the abyss .
Hundreds of years later, Paganini’s fascination with abyssal music theory has been washed away from Paganini’s core music theory, and he no longer rejects the power of the Holy City, but neither of those can affect his essence. His music theory harmonizes the two, and completely washes away all its attributes and turns it into a part of itself.
Under the power of the witch dance, the form he has been living in the abyss has been sublimated and purified, freed from the silt, and transformed into a vague human form again.
The vague person looks like a man and a woman, unable to distinguish beauty and ugliness. It does not seem to be evil, holiness and integrity, and some are just full of reverence and pursuit of pure music theory.
He has faintly escaped the shackles of the abyss, and has turned into a certain result. With time, it may be impossible to get rid of the restraint of the Hundred Eyes and become a new natural disaster.
It's a pity that his shortcut to promotion has been destroyed by Ye Qingxuan himself, only... a step away.
And at this moment, the phantom of "Witch's Dance" finally collided with the sword blades of the heavenly gate.
In an instant, everything was swallowed up by the chaotic dazzling light.
The blazing light swallowed Paganini's figure and also burned the sea of light above the sky. More than a dozen huge iron whales shook violently, and were pushed far away by that violent force.
Even the sound was completely wiped out by the chaotic force generated when the two collided. Any eyes that dared to look at that sky were burned into coke.
The collision between the two completely different music theory systems caused an uproar.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, all the musicians who have reached a formal musician and have built a music theory system in their bodies feel suffocated, their eyes are dark, and they are almost destroyed by the aftermath.
And the precision equipment such as the ether ball exploded and extinguished one by one. Even the iron whale temple and the observation cauldron in the central church burst out of cracks. The viscous mercury in the cauldron quickly steamed and was completely scrapped.
Until a long time later, the aftermath finally subsided.
That city has been completely destroyed, full of rifts.
But even if it is so, it is still so unreasonably suspended in the sky.
It is like a light spot reflected by a mirror on the wall, even if the wall is broken, the light spot remains.
It is not an entity, and it does not even possess existence. It is just a projection cast by a distant existence in the etheric realm, an altar for sacrifice and sacrifice.
And the altar has completed its mission, so there is no need to continue to exist, its projection gradually collapsed, dissipated into ether, and gradually fell apart.
And in the ruined wall, surrounded by the cold statue fragments, there was a hoarse laughter.
"I'm still alive! I'm still alive!"
The mutilated fuzzy figure stood on the ruins and suffered severe damage. The body has been shattered, and the music theory that constitutes the body has become a mess, almost completely out of control.
But that's the case, he is still so happy, happily as if he heard a great joke, laughing forward and backward. Looking at the cracked sky, Paganini roared:
"You can't kill me! Ursinus! Did you see it?
The sinner I fell into the abyss is still alive! And your so-called heaven~IndoMTL.com~ is still an empty lie! "
"——None of you can cheat!"
Puff!
A crisp voice sounded.
A dim blade of sword burned red came out of his chest, and his voice stopped abruptly.
Behind him, the heavenly kingdom on earth that was hidden by the moonlight slowly shattered, revealing Ye Qingxuan, half-length charred, and the fainted girl hugging him.
On his chest, Xiao Yuan has been completely extinguished, and there is no more moonlight.
Exhausting his last strength, he held the sword in the stone, firmly and firmly, running through the astonished Paganini in front of him.
"What a coincidence."
Ye Qingxuan looked into his eyes with a terrible smile:
"——I am still alive." (To be continued.)