Crown of Silence

Chapter 147 Death of the Professor

If the white-faced woman holding the snake-scaled double swords came for assassination, then at this moment, the old man with scriptures tattooed on his face showed with practical actions what a head-on attack is!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the hall, surrounded by dozens of fire demons Ifrit, the Sword of Sighs slashed and slashed, raising a fierce wind.

He looked like an old man in his seventies, but that kind of violent power was like a demon, indestructible!

The steel machinery implanted in his body provided him with endless powerful power. With the activation of the ether furnace, the old man's body swelled again, his muscles bulged, his red skin was hot, as if even his blood was boiling in the torment of power.

With just a violent slash, the Sword of Sighs chopped the two fire demons that rushed over. The Chainsaw Monk stepped on the flames and wielded the black heavy sword. Just the strong wind of the heavy sword swept past, and the bodies of those demons trembled uncomfortably, and a gloomy moment came.

In order to hunt the professor, the robin has made all the detailed arrangements, and the Sword of Sighs is the natural enemy of these virtual demons!

This is the secret forging technology of the Chainsaw Monks, and it is as powerful as the Punishment Chainsaw!

Around that heavy sword, even the air was distorted. If you look closely, the plain and dull blade is actually trembling all the time. The thousands of tremors between fingers are enough to tear apart all the etheric structures and chop the unkillable demons into ashes!

Within a few seconds, dozens of Ifrits were chopped and extinguished by the Sword of Sighs.

The flames gradually dissipated and were completely swallowed by Qingchi. The upper body of this black musician was burnt, but the deformed vitality plundered from the test subject was quickly repairing him and quickly restoring his scorched body.

Just under his burned clothes, hot gas was gushing out from all the pores of his body, as if he had turned into a huge furnace.

"Don't fight!"

Qing Chi shouted hoarsely: "Claude, where is the professor?"

"Behind the central hall, forty meters away from you, he is hiding in the prayer room!"

Before he finished speaking, the Chainsaw Monk picked up the heavy sword and ran towards the wall at the end of the hall. As he ran, the whole hall resounded with a deafening roar. It was like a huge steel puppet crushing the floor and running forward.

Under the slash of the Sword of Sighs, the row of statues of saints shattered, and his fist was raised high and smashed down!

Boom!

A big hole appeared on the heavy wall mixed with steel bars.

Under the heavy fist of the Chainsaw Monk, the wall was torn like thin paper. There was something behind the wall that wanted to pounce, but it was cut into pieces by the Sword of Sighs next to it.

Without saying a word, the white-faced woman in hiding caught up in an instant, and Qingchi was the last one to leave.

Since the sneak attack had failed, they might as well just force the attack. In the comparison of power, they had an absolute advantage!

The closer they got, the more dazzling the aura in the ether vision became.

They could clearly feel the vast amount of ether swaying gently, and the air was filled with soft and faint chanting.

The singing seemed to come from heaven, with countless angels bathing in the holy light and praising.

"Regeneration Ceremony?!"

Claude recognized the change in the melody and his face changed: "The professor is performing the regeneration ceremony, he is indeed seriously injured!"

The regeneration ceremony is a very high-level healing ceremony in the chant faction, which can almost piece together a person who is broken into pieces. Even if the body is broken, as long as the head is still there, he can be reborn.

Of course, the cost of rebirth is also extremely high. The materials and expenses of the ceremony alone are enough to bankrupt many people.

It seems that the first attack of the robin really dealt a heavy blow to the professor!

As the last wall broke, the holy white light brewing in the prayer room flowed out of the crack like water.

Just shining on their bodies, the small wounds on their bodies began to wriggle and heal.

In the prayer room, the floor was engraved with dense notes, and countless materials were embedded in it, playing the melody of angels singing.

The holy white light fell from the sky and landed on the professor in the center. The professor knelt on the ground and vomited out the smelly blood and necrotic and broken internal organs.

The whole ceremony has reached a critical juncture. Noticing their arrival, the professor suddenly raised his head, and his face under the hood changed in anger.

With his movements, an invisible barrier emerged from the void, isolating the inside and the outside!

Under the shining of the holy light, the ether fluctuations on his body were recovering rapidly.

From weak ripples, it transformed into a surging tide, and was about to re-enter the resonance level!

And there was a faint trend of transformation again!

This guy was originally not injured... What level of musician is he? !

Resonance? Interference... Or is it the 'distortion level' second only to the scepter? !

"He has no ability to resist now! Hurry up!"

Claude's face was pale: "Interrupt the ritual first! Otherwise, when he recovers, we are not..."

Before he finished speaking, the snake-scaled double swords flashed a sharp scream, and the sharp blades pierced directly into the rushing mercury, cutting the notes on it.

Ding!

The hot power burst out from the ritual pattern, burning half of Baimian's face, but she did not retreat a step, her muscles trembled like a snake, and the snake-scaled double swords crossed, cutting the flickering white light.

The whole ceremony paused for a moment, and the white light flickered, flickering.

Bang!

A burly figure crashed into the barrier. In his hand, the Sword of Sighs turned upside down, and the hilt hit the barrier like a hammer. The diamond embedded in the end of the hilt silently shattered into powder, but as the diamond shattered, the terrifying turmoil sealed in it was instantly transmitted to the barrier.

Bang!

With the second loud bang, the barrier shattered.

"No!!!"

The professor at the center of the ceremony suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and raised his hands forward. The broken rhythm sounded, stirring the frenzied ether, and the blazing flames emerged from the void, turning from red to blue, and from blue to white. The terrifying temperature of the core of the furnace gathered in his hands and swept forward.

The Chainsaw Monk roared, raised the Sword of Sighs high, and chopped down!

The dark stone sword trembled, emitting a sharp light, which was like a blade, cutting the flames and splitting the flame wave in half.

Then, behind him, a figure jumped high and fell towards the professor!

In midair, six large holes appeared on Qingchi's arm. Twelve round cracks were like the holes of a flute. The strong wind swept into the dark holes, echoing in the empty arm bone cavity, making a shrill scream!

This is Qingchi's instrument. After countless experiments and the technology of the evil god, he transformed his arm into an alchemical weapon.

—— Corpse bagpipe!

The scream like the roar of an animal echoed in the air, organizing into a manic melody, playing the fateful chapter created by the musician Saint-Saens a hundred years ago - "Dance of the Skeleton"

As the melody burst out, his whole body changed, sharp bones pierced out from his spine, dense scales replaced his skin, his face twisted, and the outline of the whole person was instantly deformed.

It was like a young dragon's skeleton was forcibly stuffed into his body, and the whole person was shattered by the surging power.

This was the fallen hymn after being polluted by the evil god, manipulating the flesh and blood to forcibly evolve into a demon - dragon skeleton!

As he fell, the finger bones on his hands swelled, and the sharp blades like surgical blades stabbed down!

The professor staggered back, but the figure of the white-faced woman quietly emerged behind him. At this moment, she was still naked and ugly like a devil, but the snake-scaled double swords in her hands stabbed silently, piercing the professor's shield and blocking his retreat.

The next moment, the dragon skeleton blade fell from the sky. In the beastly dance, the professor's arms were broken at the root, and a staggered scar was cut on his chest. The internal organs and chest cavity were completely dissected!

The blood gushed out and fell on Qingchi's face, making him intoxicated in this bloody breath.

Then, the Chainsaw Monk, whose body was burnt black by the flames, strode forward, raised the Sword of Sighs, and slashed!

The blade broke down from the top, evenly splitting the skull and cervical vertebrae in half, and blood spurted out.

Under the moonlight, the professor's death was extremely miserable.

-

In the silence, no one spoke.

"Is it true?"

Qingchi asked in a low voice first.

"It's true."

After carefully distinguishing the breath, Claude nodded slowly, staring at the pool of blood winding in the moonlight, leaving a sad red.

A generation of heroic professors, just died like this...

Wait, moonlight?

Claude was stunned: Tonight, there are dark clouds and heavy rain, where does the moonlight come from?

Through the mind connection, Claude saw the scene in the field. The moonlight that came from nowhere illuminated the corpse on the ground and the spilled blood...

In an instant, he was struck by lightning.

"Illusion! Be careful! It's an illusion!"

Claude screamed: "We are under an illusion!"

He stared at the star-seeing eyes, trying to distinguish the clues, but in the end he could not find any flaws.

Because he had already fallen deeply into this illusion.

Until the end, he suddenly looked at the broken resonance ring on the ground, and his eyes blurred. The original pattern of the regeneration ritual suddenly changed. The entire floor, walls and ceiling of the prayer room were full of music scores, transforming this place into a complete illusion.

When they were attracted by the regeneration ritual, no one doubted what the flickering holy white light represented.

That was not a healing holy light at all, but a medium to hypnotize them and pull them into the illusion!

Bang!

His pupils dimmed, and the reflected starry sky mirror suddenly shattered.

Claude's face was pale, and faint blood was oozing from his mouth and nose. His internal organs were churning, as if he had been severely injured and in great pain.

The Star-Seeing Eye shattered!