Crown of Silence

In an instant, Pippen bounced off the ground.

It was like the potential exploded from his body, and his whole body swelled. In an instant, some of the body's joints were shattered by the arrogant movements, but the movements were incredibly fast.

Like a huge iron ball flying past his body, Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned dark.

In his daze, he felt himself being pushed against the wall.

Under the moonlight, Pippen's body jumped into the air, hugged the black box tightly, and took advantage of the power of turning to throw it into the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the furious wolves jumped up from the ground and completely tore him into pieces. But in the brutal hunting with broken bones and bloody flesh, the black box rolled, stumbled, and finally rolled to the end of the street, at a person's feet.

A huge silver wolf followed him like a shadow, but the man looked at the ferocious face of the silver wolf and smiled. He just bent down and pressed his hand on the black box.

--collapse!

In an instant, there was a deafening explosion in the black box.

In the violent sound, an invisible force, like a hammer, instantly smashed Silver Wolf's head into the bluestone beneath his feet. Blood like mercury splashed on the black box, staining a corner white.

On the black box, cracks slowly opened, and finally turned into powder. The clarinet delicately fell into the hands of the visitor. After the explosion, it no longer trembled, as if it had returned to the place it should have returned to.

"What a shame, Wolf Flute."

The visitor took off the long top hat on his head, revealing his white pupils: "It's a good trap, but it doesn't work for me... Do you regret killing an innocent person by mistake?"

He seemed to be very old, with wrinkles all over his face. He was not at all like the thirty-year-old middle-aged man that Wolf Flute said, but there was a cold light in his white pupils, which was even colder than that of the wolves. If animality gives people fear, then the almost unreasonable violence and cruelty can freeze people's souls.

"sorry, we do not have that."

Amidst the low roars and surroundings of the wolves, the sound of the wolf whistle came: "He was already dead when you controlled him with the 'worm'."

On Pippen's broken head, in his ear, a black leech-like creature swam out from the blood. It was originally parasitic in Pippen's brain. Now it crawled out and swam quickly in the pool of blood. It moved, dragging a line of blood to the rainmaker's feet, and finally wrapped around his wrist, quickly hardening and turning into a strange bracelet.

The rainmaker lowered his eyebrows, as if admiring the worm bracelet on his wrist, and sighed softly: "You see, I paid a huge price for this reward. It has helped me through many hardships, including this time."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around at the surrounding scenery with an expression of surprise and admiration: "It's really unimaginable. I chased you so far, but I didn't expect that 'it' would be hidden by you in this ridiculous town. ”

"You can't take it away while I'm here."

Voices came from the darkness, as if coming from all directions.

"I don't dare to carry such a terrible thing with me. The order I received was just to destroy it."

The rainmaker suddenly smiled: "Similarly, I can do it too..." He paused, then the clarinet in his hand suddenly lifted up and made a sad sound:

"—Destroy you!"

There was an explosion like a dying scream,

When the howling sound spread, countless boiling sounds followed. The sea breeze suddenly danced wildly, and the sound of the tide became indistinct. A huge amount of ether was awakened by this scream, and gathered into a current, coming from all directions, plundering all water vapor.

The air suddenly became extremely dry, and even breathing had a burning sting. But then, pale mist spread from the feet of the rainmaker, and the thick and suffocating mist spread in an instant.

Fog engulfed the entire street, turning everything into a blur.

Immediately afterwards, water droplets appeared out of thin air, crashing into the mist like heavy rain, like arrows. Wherever it passed, everything was robbed of its temperature and condensed with a layer of white frost.

In an instant, where the fog shrouded the place, heavy rain poured down.

The silver wolves roared and rushed into the mist, but they lost his trace and could not find where the man was.

Musicians of the transformation department are best at manipulating changes in the properties of objects, creating storms and frost, and creating flames and iron walls. Among all the musicians, they are the most suitable to be on the battlefield because of their immense destructive power!

Now, the clarinet whistled low, completing a short knot in an instant, summoning a thick and suffocating fog and rainstorm and a severe cold enough to freeze ordinary people in an instant.

"Tsk, you're hiding in your own turtle shell again."

Wolf Flute spat, and his eyes turned into animalistic vertical pupils and stared at the fog and rain.

——Cromer Variations.OP74, its title is ‘Rain Demon’.

But the most dangerous thing is not this...far from this...

Therefore, he needs to be on full alert.

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But in the mist, the clarinet played sonorously.

The sound spread like countless people choking in the rain, weeping and complaining. It was in this desolate sound that there were screams like iron bees flapping their wings one after another, as if ghosts were summoned and lingered in the mist.

In the mist, the endless rainstorm suddenly surged, and a piercing scream emerged from it, easily digging a big hole in the neck of a silver wolf.

The silver wolf's head was broken and hung on its neck, rolling in the rain, and was completely cut apart by the things following it.

Until the end, the silver wolf disappeared. Only small holes that penetrated deeply into the ground were left. (っ◔◡◔)っ

In those holes, there were thin pieces of iron.

The iron pieces embedded in the soil and rocks still emitted a scorching light, but after leaving the mist, the heat disappeared, as if the heat was drawn away by the mist and returned to the source.

This is one of the reasons why the "Rain Demon" is praised as a killing score. Through several different combinations of notes, it can produce an almost irresistible destructive effect-"explosive iron".

That piece of fog is not dead, it is a living thing. The reason why it spreads severe cold is that it is constantly extracting the light and heat around it. All the light and heat were drawn away, and then burst out as those iron-like "mediums" flew.

No matter how thick the armor or the wall, it can't stop the impact of this force.

If a person is hit, it will probably be broken in an instant, right?

With just a loud bang, the upper and lower bodies will say goodbye to each other.

Or the whole person will become a pile of minced meat.

This is the most dangerous part of the rainmaker, because what he is best at... is killing.

The music continued, and the rain became more and more dense, carrying extremely thin iron sheets, shooting in all directions. The iron sheets easily cut off the neck and four claws of the silver wolf, killing them and disintegrating.

But in the increasingly desolate music of the wolf flute, the jackals emerged from the earth one after another.

As if there was no limit at all, the summons of the wolf flute continued to emerge from the void... This was almost the size of the entire wolf pack.

These giant wolves that were so huge that they were almost as tall as a person were not normal creatures. They were born from the ether, without vital points, blood, fatigue, or fear.

And as the ‘Naiyi’ recorder played, they expanded again, revealing a strange icy blue, but the body became more and more ethereal, as if it was about to melt into the mist.

“Don’t hide, respected Mr. Wolf Flute!”

In the rain and mist, the Rain Master suddenly roared, and a flash of light swung across, cutting the wall, causing the bricks and stones to collapse, and countless dust flew. In the flying dust, the Wolf Flute in the shadow finally showed its trace.

The iron piece that passed through the wall flew past his throat, leaving a striking blood mark.

“Wheelchair?”

The Rain Master strode forward: “When did you like this sissy thing?”

The iron pieces shot out with a sharp whistle, like arrows bursting from a crossbow, densely gathering into a beam of rain, spraying forward.

The Wolf Flute’s body suddenly tilted, and the two wheels of the wheelchair slid on the ground, turning in a circle on the spot, and slid to the back. The iron rain brushed past him, leaving a honeycomb-like dent on the wall, and gravel flew.

"Wow, you're right."

Wolf Whistle raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly and patted the armrest: "This thing is easy to use, and it's convenient for me to be lazy. It's super useful! I'm a little in love with it."

"Save the playful love words for after I go to hell with it."

The rain master raised his withered face, and the pale white color representing the pupils on his dark eyeballs shrank:

"-- Stop talking nonsense!"

In his hand, the clarinet has been raised to his lips, playing a sharp tune. The white mist trembled suddenly, rolled and boiled, and finally turned into blood-red.

Blood red? !

"Boiling Blood Breath?"

Wolf Flute opened his mouth and rubbed his teeth like an animal: "This kind of playing technique that uses blood to nourish the ether is really the style of you evil cultists."

The sharp and shrill performance suddenly rose, the red mist danced wildly, countless raindrops flew and collided in it, and the sound of friction between each other was like thunder. In the sound of thunder, six hot flashes suddenly lit up.

They were extremely thin and sharp iron sheets. They gained speeds comparable to sharp arrows in the vortex of rainwater, and vibrated when they swirled, like evil spirits screaming.

This was originally a "explosive iron" that could only be fired one by one. They mixed in the rainwater and gathered into a beam. When fired, they would be fired like a fan, leaving people nowhere to escape in a small space.

But now six appeared at the same time, even Wolf Flute, who had been teasing the other party with his mouth, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling when he saw the scene in front of him. Boiling Blood Breath is a heretical method that is sometimes... really enviable!

Why doesn't the Discipline Musician have such a convenient method? Even if you can't burn other people's blood, you can still use your own blood.

Wolf Flute's eyes became envious.

Throwing out six shots at a time, this guy, the Rain Master, might have paid a considerable price. Unfortunately, whether this performance is crazy or justified caution towards a strong enemy, it is super super super difficult to deal with.

After all, when he was attacked from a hundred meters away, there was only one piece of iron that caused Wolf Flute to be severely damaged!

And now, he is sitting in a wheelchair, with nowhere to escape, and the buzzing sound echoing in the air has made him feel cold all over - that is the sound of the explosive iron about to be fired.

Under great pressure, he can only blow the recorder in his hand with a tingling scalp.

The next moment, the sound of the flute dancing wildly in the wind and sand was shattered by the sharp explosion, and the iron pieces brewing in the rain and fog flew out. The iron pieces that had already been rubbed red were released instantly, and the terrifying kinetic energy and heat destroyed their shapes in an instant, turning them into even more terrifying iron sand.

The iron sand burned through the fog, pulling the blood mist forward.

In an instant, hundreds of hot spikes pierced out from the dancing blood mist, sank into the stone slabs and walls, and smashed them into pieces easily.

The terrifying residual heat spread, raising a pale white vapor.

But in the vapor, the sound of the silver wolf's long howl sounded.

"——So, I am a genius! Hahahaha!!"

With the six silver wolves pulling hard, the wheelchair rushed out of the thick fog like a sled.

Wolf Flute, with bloodstains on half of his body, laughed wildly and sat steadily on the wheelchair that was about to fall apart completely. I'm afraid no one would have thought that this lunatic could seize the last moment, transform his wheelchair into a sled, and escape from the six-round fan-shaped iron sweep.

In the speeding wheelchair, Lang Di sighed, took out the small bottle like a pendant on his neck, flicked the cork with his fingers, and then raised his head and drank the liquid in the small bottle into his throat.

The moment the ice-blue liquid entered his throat, he trembled all over, his skin turned pale, and the blue-purple blood vessels expanded and emerged under the skin, interweaving into a chilling network.

The blood network was rhythmic, rhythmic in an extremely regular manner... It was like a beast digesting blood and then releasing a burning flame. A faint light lit up in Lang Di's eyes, and it was a hot electric light intertwined in his eyes, making people dare not look directly.

"Damn, this is a big loss."

Lang Di murmured in a low voice, his voice was as hoarse as a piece of iron, he took a deep breath, and suddenly blew the recorder.

Just this time, some kind of power burst out in the music, as if the illusory sound condensed into substance, eroding this false world. It was obviously an extremely cold night, but it made people feel hot to the point of madness.

Then, the wind from the desert came down from the sky, destroying the cold and rainy weather.

The dampness and resentment in the air were swept away by the hot and dry wind. The sound of the recorder spread like a raging sandstorm, and wherever it passed, people suddenly felt dry mouth and the illusion of the scorching sun.

The low sound of sand and stone rubbing against each other even overwhelmed the wailing of the "Rain Demon Song".

Under the moonlight, a huge wolf king suddenly appeared. It was more burly and ethereal than its peers, like a reflection in the water, and it would disappear in the next moment.

It did disappear.

The face of the rainmaker changed drastically, and he quickly retreated, but the wolf king appeared again, behind him.

His body trembled, and he lowered his head dully, and saw the huge gap in his waist. It was a wound torn in an instant by the ghost-like wolf king.

Under the moonlight, the wolf king spat out the flesh and internal organs in his mouth, slowly turned back to look at him, and his translucent body was like mist when he turned around.

"The underworld, the messenger?"

The shrill scream stopped abruptly, and Master Buyu murmured hoarsely, lost.

The wolf king returned again, disappeared in an instant, and when it appeared again, there was a piece of flesh and blood in its claws, and half a rib. He looked down at his prey with arrogant eyes. And Master Buyu simply... had no ability to resist!

As the wolf king flashed again, the dull sound of flesh and blood tearing sounded.

Master Buyu covered his exposed internal organs and knelt on the ground.

The winner was decided.