Crown of Silence

Chapter 219 The 205th Tragedy Prelude

The game is about to begin.

Soon, the two put down their palms, returned to their original positions with their own smiles, moved their wrists and knees, and began to warm up.

"Banner, what's wrong?"

Karen noticed that Banner's eyes had become cold after his return, and asked in a low voice: "What did he say?"

"Just some jokes that don't know one's own limits." Banner said lightly, "Don't worry about it. Are you ready?"

"Warm-ups are already completed."

"That's good."

Banner lowered his head and smiled softly, "Let everyone get ready.

Whether it's him, his friends, the little girl, or the dog... I want them to kneel outside the court and watch themselves fail miserably!"

He clenched his still aching palm, his eyes full of rage.

The pain left on his palm seemed to penetrate into his bones, making him feel the long-lost humiliation, and that feeling burned his heart like a flame.

He scanned the enemies on the opposite side, and when he saw the musician with a strange hood on his head at the back, his expression became slightly cautious.

If there is anything in the Music History Department that they should treat with caution, it must be the guy who doesn't show his face.

From the beginning to now, that guy has never exposed his true colors, leaving some spare energy, and he can handle any situation with ease.

An enemy who doesn't know his depth is the most worrying.

"The countdown begins."

Outside the court, the referee's voice came: "5, 4, 3, 2...1!"

In an instant, the whistle sounded, and the game finally began.

Everyone's body tensed up.

But then, Banner saw Ye Qingxuan's body suddenly rushed forward to grab the ball!

In the early stage, when all the musicians were preparing to play and tended to defend, this guy gave up his defense and took the initiative to attack.

Banner sneered.

If the musicians of other factions would be frightened by your trick, only the Summoning faction would not, not to mention the Royal School, which advocates the cultivation of both.

He closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he seemed to see a pair of beast pupils light up. It was the demon beast raised in his mind.

—— Scorpion tail lion.

"Magazia!"

He whispered its real name, suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils changed, quickly elongated, and turned into slender beast pupils.

As his palm fell, the ring on his finger lit up, and when his palm pressed down, a crisp sound of piano burst out in the void.

The piano sound was so sharp and grand, like a lion's roar.

Five phantoms sprang out from his body, which were the projections of the demons raised in his mind in reality.

But then, a sharp voice burst out from the arms of the boy opposite.

Nine Heavens Ring!

Bang!

The strings were plucked in an interlaced manner, but the sound overlapped, becoming sharp and piercing, piercing the eardrum!

This was a performance of compound notes, but it was a step up, because all the notes were plucked at the same moment.

This was a complex technique that only multi-stringed instruments could easily do, controlling all the strings to sound in different orders and levels, and blending the sounds into a chord with absolute control.

The more strings there were, the more difficult the chords became.

After the Jiuxiao Huanpei absorbed a lot of spirituality, Ye Qingxuan could barely reach the level of six chords, that is to say...six layers of notes were superimposed and released in an instant.

In an instant, layers of mirrors multiplied from behind the boy, materializing a vague mirror matrix, and then, a fierce light bloomed from it.

In an instant, everything seemed to darken.

The pure light rushed forward like a bombardment, dimming everything. The fierce light stung everyone's eyes. The light came like a tide. Banner's movements paused for a moment, and his consciousness was briefly blanked in the strong stimulation.

In just a moment, the scorpion-tailed lion that was projecting let out a piercing scream. The shadow trembled under the strong interference of the light.

The fierce light was fleeting, but the world was still dark.

The football was already at the boy's feet.

"Ye Qingxuan!"

Banner roared, and the animal shadows around him paused, screaming loudly. In a flash, the five animal shadows turned from vague to solid black.

The five black shadows shook and suddenly pounced in the direction of Ye Qingxuan.

Although those black shadows were all projections of the scorpion-tailed lion, they were different. Some looked like giant scorpions, some like pythons, and some looked like the silhouette of evil dragons, the posture of lions, and the sharpness of eagles... These were the five animal natures contained in the scorpion-tailed lion.

Five completely different animal natures merged together to form the power of the scorpion-tailed lion. Now they split up again, projected on the display, and rushed towards the boy with five completely different powers.

This is one of Banner's killer moves.

In the previous games, Banner used this move to kill the enemy team's forwards in seconds at the beginning of several games.

Just when Banner was going all out, his teammates also showed their skills, took out musical instruments and alchemical equipment, played melodies, and surrounded Ye Qingxuan's remaining teammates.

In an instant, the whole line advanced, like a boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain, and the situation of the Music History Department became extremely dangerous.

In fact, this was also expected by most people.

With the strength of the Music History Department, it was natural that they were killed instantly at the beginning. However, this time they were destined to be surprised.

Under the attack of the five beast shadows, Ye Qingxuan was not in a hurry, dribbling forward and rushing straight towards the beast shadows.

His fingers flicked in the air, and he actually played a dark melody in an instant.

It was like sadness gushing out from the heart and sweeping over, which made people feel sad. The sound seemed to be tortured and carried unforgettable sadness.

The five beast shadows stopped abruptly in the sound of the music, and the beast nature attached to them became slow under the influence of ether...

The whole audience was silent, and Ludwig in the stands suddenly stood up, looking stunned.

"The Tragedy Overture?"

He murmured blankly, "What's going on? Why did that kid play the Tragedy Overture of the Summoning School?"

There was silence in the teacher's seat, and most of the teachers who were recognized also showed incredible expressions.

Right in front, Ingmar of the Academy of Revelation seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became ugly.

No way...

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At the same time, Banner also felt a sense of surprise in his heart.

In the summoning faction, "Tragedy Overture" is a required course, but its extreme difficulty is also a huge problem for graduates.

As an auxiliary music, it can greatly enhance the beast nature of the fantasy beast, causing it to transform and sublimate. But it also has the same effect on the enemy.

It's just that the effect is the opposite.

It's degeneration...

Degeneration in sadness!

In the cold and sad melody, the five beast shadows suddenly paused and trembled involuntarily. In the end, they gradually blurred under the influence of the melody.

The original strong beast nature was worn out bit by bit, and it was actually impossible to maintain it...

How could he... be possible?

Banner's expression changed, and he subconsciously cursed a slang word, his eyes were cold, and his hands suddenly fell down.

It was the same melody, the same "Overture to Tragedy", and the same voice. The two melodies merged and overlapped with each other, but Banner's performance was particularly intense and sharp.

"Magazia!"

He roared the name of the fantasy beast, and the etheric fluctuations around him became chaotic. It fluctuated violently. In the fluctuations, the fire was ignited.

The illusory silver flames fluctuated violently, and a huge shape emerged from it.

It was the demon named "Magazia", ​​a powerful fantasy beast that was passed down, nurtured, and raised by the Adrian family from generation to generation, and formed after hundreds of years.

——Scorpion tail lion!

"Roar!!!"

The lion's roar suddenly sounded out of thin air. Wherever the roar passed, the melody in Ye Qingxuan's hand actually fluctuated and collapsed directly? !

Regardless of the East and the West, lions have their unique status. The monks said that the lion's roar subdues all the sounds of the outside world.

Then, the scorpion tail lion jumped out of the void.

This time, Banner stopped projecting, and actually placed the fantasy beast seed in his mind directly in the ether, giving it a form.

After hundreds of years of inheritance, it looks extremely old, but there is a dazzling light in its pupils, which is the burning light.

When it steps on the grass, the grass withers, and when it breathes, the wind echoes with the fierce roar of the lion.

This is a monster cultivated by the Adrian family with the combined power of several generations and the music theory of the summoning school.

Those who are familiar with it know that it is created with musicians as imaginary enemies-musician killers!

Good at finding the breath of living people, can disrupt the enemy's rhythm, sharp claws, can easily tear the shield, and the speed is as fast as a shadow...

What it is best at is jumping up from the darkness, tearing the shield, and gambles all its strength in one blow, biting off the enemy's throat, and biting the head in its mouth into pieces!

The moment the old manticore landed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly the figure blurred and disappeared.

Banner sneered and looked at the enemy: When the Scorpion Tailed Lion appears again, it will be the time for the enemy to die!

But Ye Qingxuan was not as panicked as he imagined.

It seemed that he was hesitating about something, but soon, his palm fell again. However, this time, he played a sharp sound.

The chaotic sound echoed around him, like countless swords rubbing against each other, iron wires being pulled by a winch, and chalk scraping on a blackboard, which made people's scalps numb.

There was no pattern. This was not a movement, not even a melody, but pure noise.

The noise mobilized the ether in disorder, causing the ether in his sensing area to suddenly become chaotic. It was vaguely visible that countless faint silver light spots collided with each other, making crackling sounds.

No one could understand his performance.

Could it be that this guy wanted to self-destruct?

But in that piece of irregular melody, the disappeared Scorpion Tailed Lion vaguely revealed a shadow.

The illusory figure was moving forward quietly. In the extremely chaotic noise interference, the ether changed irregularly, revealing its traces.

The boy raised his wrist and put two rings on the index and middle fingers of his left hand. He pointed the two fingers at the manticore.

Then, the two separated fingers slowly closed.

Like a pair of small scissors.