Crown of Silence

Chapter 152: Revenge Musician

The prayer room was covered in blood.

At this moment, Qingchi was covered with wounds, but his appearance was even more frightening than the wounds on his body.

He had completely turned into a monster!

The deformed bones almost broke his flesh and blood, and the sharp bone spurs pierced through his skin, as sharp as a blade.

His body was covered with blood-colored scales, and blue teeth protruded from his grinning teeth, with a texture like iron.

The whole person was like a dragon hatchling that was forcibly pulled out of the egg after half of the hatching, ugly, ferocious, and terrifying!

The snake-scaled double swords shattered in his sharp teeth, turning into iron slag on the ground.

Opposite him, the professor stared coldly at his twisted appearance and nodded slowly: "So the natural disaster you signed a contract with is the 'Dark Earth Mother'?"

Qingchi roared, and the roar was accompanied by the noisy chanting of two tongues. Then, a dangerous light flashed in his vertical pupils. Wherever his eyes passed, everything grew wildly, matured, aged, and decayed into dust in an instant.

Eye of Decay!

Under the attack of that line of sight, even the professor had to temporarily retreat, and the illusion around him collapsed!

Just now, Qingchi, who was pushed to the limit by the professor, suddenly opened his huge mouth and swallowed half of the bodies of the white-faced woman and the chainsaw monk into his stomach, and then began to grow wildly and turned into this appearance.

Without paying any attention to the induction of the Avalon barrier, the whole person has begun to transform into a dragon and transform into a demon.

But even so, there is no confidence in his frenzied will.

His speed is so fast that he can't see it with his eyes. He chases the professor and breaks through several walls in succession.

The traps set by the professor lost their effect under the crazy attack and strong body. Whether it was strong acid, a powerful crossbow, or a spear stabbing out from the floor, all were declared useless under the unreasonable half-dragon body.

For the first time, he had the upper hand, but he was not sure.

He wanted to escape, but he was afraid that he would be defeated in an instant after exposing his back to the professor.

"What's wrong? Are you scared? Want to escape?"

The professor saw the fear in his eyes, and a mocking voice came from the darkness under the hood: "Don't be afraid, I will try not to destroy your body integrity.

After all, the black musician transformed by the Dark Mother is a very valuable research material."

"You are dreaming!"

Qing Chi roared, and the long bone tail behind him suddenly stabbed forward. In an instant, the rapidly growing bone tail pierced the professor's robe like a powerful crossbow, tearing most of his robe.

Then, the severely damaged body appeared from behind the crack.

The professor's shoulders and arms were not as majestic and terrifying as the outline of his outer robe. They were thin and slender, with a sickly paleness, and blue blood vessels could be seen faintly under the skin.

Just behind the shoulder, there was a deep and tragic wound that could be seen to the bone. There was blood flowing on so many dense scars.

The flowing blood intertwined into layers of lines on his wounds and body, like a needle and thread passing through the flesh and blood, densely intertwined, and finally gathered into the shape of a chain, wrapped around his body.

——The Curse of Binding!

"Vengeance Vow?!"

Qingchi's voice was hoarse.

He staggered back as if he had seen a ghost. When he looked at the professor again, it was like looking at a monster that was even crazier than himself, full of uneasiness, awe and... fear!

"You lunatic, you actually mortgaged your soul to the Blue Moon?!"

"If I really have such a thing as a soul, why not?"

The professor lowered his head and admired the wound on his body: "What a pity, I wanted to get something out of you, but now that you have seen this, I can't keep you any longer."

As he said, he thanked Qingchi with a serious face:

"Thank you for providing me with so much information about the House of Representatives."

Qingchi staggered back, his beastly face full of panic.

The oath of revenge, that is the power that only a madman who has no attachment to this world, full of madness and despair will choose.

Through the complex rituals of the forbidden faction, resonating with the world, he made a vow to the Blue Moon, which represents absolute death and disaster in the dark, mortgaged everything he had, put an end to all enjoyment and all desire, became an apostle of the Blue Moon, and transformed his own abilities and profession into a revenge musician.

From that moment on, all the meaning in life will be deprived.

Live only for revenge.

Even if he died, he would turn into a demon and pursue clues of his enemies.

From then on, all he had in his life was disaster and nothingness.

In the fearful gasps of Qingchi, the professor smiled and raised the silver flute to his lips: strands of melody floated out of the flute.

Light and beautiful, with a touch of elegance and a touch of fantasy, it was intoxicating.

But it was in this beautiful melody that Qingchi's face twisted and roared hoarsely.

It was as if he had lost his mind, his flesh and blood swelled, and he grew almost boiling. His body was growing and growing... until finally, he completely broke free from the human body and turned into an ugly dragon with blood and flesh.

He no longer cared about the Avalon Great Barrier. When the flute sounded, the entire church had been isolated into another world.

In this world, the moonlight shines everywhere.

The blue moon hangs high in the sky, shining the light of death!

Moonlight chimes!

The cold blue moonlight penetrated the dome of the church and shone down, spreading its radiance equally and kindly, covering the ferocious mutated blood dragon.

As a result, the blood dragon solidified, as if frozen by the cold moonlight.

In the dimness of all things, the moonlight is blue and the blood is red, contrasting with each other, exuding a decadent and desolate atmosphere.

The melody floats in the sky, exuding the desolation of dreams like threads.

On the ground, the solidified blood dragon let out a painful cry. In Qingqian's hoarse cry, his flesh and blood shattered inch by inch and melted into the moonlight.

At this time in this world, only the moonlight is real, and other than that, everything is just an illusion that can be dispelled with a snap of the fingers.

Just like the seemingly gentle indifference, whether beautiful, ugly, noble or humble, it is easily erased under the moonlight.

Destruction is coming.

Green Teeth finally gave up resistance, and a ferocious face appeared on top of the blood dragon that quickly collapsed and dissipated.

That face was rapidly collapsing, but the smile on it was so crazy and malicious.

"Hey, hey...you will never end up well."

Like the curse of evil spirits in hell, Green Teeth laughed wildly and roared crazily:

“No one who becomes an apostle of Blue Moon will have a good outcome!

——Your future will only be more miserable, more desperate, and darker than mine! You will fall into a deeper hell than me! No, something like you has nowhere to go even after death. You are destined to be Blue Moon's puppet all your life, an insignificant tool! "

The professor stared at him silently, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and there seemed to be moonlight flowing deep in his pupils, so indifferent and so determined.

"so what?"

He shook his hand in vain, and the dissipated blood dragon collapsed into a ball of debris. No bones remained, leaving only the huge and exquisite essence of life.

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When the blue moonlight disappeared, the silent and cold world also disappeared.

The professor's figure reappeared in the church.

As if he was exhausted, he half-knelt on the ground, breathing hard and sweating like rain. Invoking the power of the Blue Moon, he could easily kill Qing Qian, who had borrowed the power of the evil god, but it was a huge burden for him.

The ‘Blue Moon’ is not a power that can come and go instantly!

Although he was already so weak, the complex scars on his arms, his back, and under his robe were closing quickly, as if he had taken some extremely precious medicine.

No, the medicine only healed it, but the scars on his body were as if they had never appeared before, not even a trace of residue or hidden injury was left.

Only the bloody oath was swimming on the body, as if it had been deeply absorbed into the bone marrow.

He snapped his fingers and repaired the broken robe, then waved his hand to erase all the remaining traces on the ground. It's like I've never been here before.

But just when he was about to turn around and walk out of the church, he suddenly turned around.

The flute in his hand screamed, and a dark green ray suddenly burst out, penetrating the darkness, and finally landed on a broken stone sculpture of a saint.

In an instant, the stone sculpture was annihilated by flying ashes and collapsed into powder.

Just behind the stone sculpture, stood a figure holding a cane.

He was still wearing a pitch-black dress, with an animalistic ferocity, as if he was coming back from a banquet at a demon party.

The moment the ray dissipated, scattered light illuminated the side of his face, as well as the sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth.

"We just met and started fighting each other, wouldn't you? Mr. Professor."

He made a sound.

The professor stood silently in the hall, staring coldly at the uninvited guest, and sighed indifferently:

"Oh? Mr. Holmes? What a coincidence."

"Well, what a coincidence."

Ye Qingxuan nodded with a smile and glanced at the flute in his hand with some fear: "Can you put down the instrument in your hand? I just came to talk to you."

The professor was unmoved: "Please don't be polite. This is just basic hospitality etiquette when facing uninvited guests."

"Tsk, how heartless." Ye Qingxuan shook his head and sighed.

"It's better to be ruthless than reckless, isn't it?"

The professor approached slowly, his voice getting colder and colder: "Didn't you escape last time? Why did you have the courage to come back to me again?

This time, I will not be merciful. You have to understand: there is no one here for you to call. "

Ye Qingxuan laughed.

"It doesn't matter if there's no one around."

He shrugged slowly: "I have more precious things, such as a righteous heart and boiling blood, and then...it."

For a moment, the professor stopped.