Crown of Silence

Chapter 287 Bloody Danube

There was silence in the mist, and no one responded.

Naberish seemed to have heard the boy's dirty words, and he opened his hands more happily: "It seems that you have no way to escape? Why are you still obsessed with your own prejudices? Why don't we work together and move towards a better future?

Come on, let me play a waltz for you, let us dance in this melody!"

In his hands, the instrument that beat like a heart gradually expanded and twisted, turning into a French horn. He held the strange instrument in his hand and announced enthusiastically:

"Please enjoy the music brought to you by Naberish.

-"Bloody Danube"!"

In the silence, the cold wind suddenly blew. The French horn was blown vigorously, and the sound of the horn sounded. At first, it was curling, and it spread to all directions with a trace of scarlet breath.

In the soft and strange melody, like the whisper of a dead soul. The sound of the horn suddenly shook and rose, and then, a melodious melody like a river sounded from the void.

It was the stirring of notes, countless notes overlapped and burst out, turning into an elegant and gentle melody.

This is a piece of music that requires dozens of musicians to play in unison, but now, with the power given to him by the Hundred Eyes, he played the melodious melody with clear layers, making people want to walk into it and dance with the melody.

But this melody is extremely gloomy at this moment, like the skeletons hugging and dancing in the tomb, hugging death.

This is no longer the original resonant-level piece of music, but a dark melody transformed by the black musician.

At the ceremony, witches and believers will hug and copulate with each other in this melody, dance wildly with skeletons in their hands, and dedicate everything they have to the great Holy Spirit.

In this high-pitched melody, the fog that filled the surroundings all the time was forcibly driven away, and then a blood-red river meandered from the void.

That was not a bloody road, but the Danube River that was full of bones and dyed bloody by death and corpses! Where the river water covered, everything was isolated from the outside world, and this place had turned into the abyss of demonic land!

The melody ravaged the minds of all living things, plundered their wills, and forcibly pulled all souls into the realm of darkness.

And in the melody, the blood river boiled, and countless illusory figures walked out of it and danced with the melody.

Naberis bent down slightly, stretched out his hand, and a palm with a white lace glove stretched out from the blood-red Danube and rested on his hand.

As he retreated, the figure of the girl in a pure white wedding dress was led out of the blood river by him, with a charming and pure posture, like a girl attending a wedding.

But the girl was clearly a rotten skeleton, and even wearing a withered crown on her head could not restore her ugly face to youth.

She clearly threw herself into Naberis's arms with a happy and weird smile, holding his hand and dancing with him.

This is the spirituality hidden in this movement, the soul of the dark movement.

With her appearance, the overture finally ended, and the surging blood-red Danube swept around, rushed into the dungeon, and swallowed everything in its path.

Countless skeleton girls in wedding dresses crawled out of it, enthusiastically and gently "inviting" all living things to join their dance of death!

"Are you still hiding?"

In the eerie dance, Naberish asked hoarsely: "Mr. Holmes, do you allow me to do whatever I want? You are so kind that I feel ashamed."

The melody suddenly rose, and rose again. Naberish laughed loudly and sang passionately with the melody:

"Ah, you are sentimental, you are young, beautiful, gentle and kind-hearted, shining like gold in the mine, and true love is awakening there, beside the Danube, beside the beautiful bloody Danube!"

Bang!

The blood river suddenly shook, interrupting Naberish's singing, causing his face to suddenly change and look at the shaking blood river. A crack appeared in the bloody river.

The crack was like a claw mark, and the crazy scratches tore the blood river. The blood river surged, but no matter what, it could not heal the tragic scratch.

It was a pure killing intent as sharp as a blade, almost tempered to the point of being indescribable, like the furious roar of a dying dragon.

Dragon power? !

Naberis was stunned: Who is it...

Then, in the darkness, a hoarse voice of a young man was heard.

"Thank you for the dance, friend."

He smiled, indescribably happy: "Unfortunately, I already have a partner."

In the darkness, a fierce killing aura was swaying, coming from the air, and the wedding dress girls who crawled out of the blood river were torn into pieces.

A mess!

"The Ripper..."

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In the dark dungeon, blood flowed.

In the layers of shackles, the bruised boy embraced the Ripper in the layers of shackles.

The invisible and tangible killing intent condensed into a knife and axe and chopped him on his body, but was resisted by layers of shields, and did not tear him to pieces, but only left a series of tragic scars of skin and flesh rolling.

The terrible pain came and went, until this moment, he finally understood the pain that the Ripper endured every moment.

All along, the few pieces of defensive equipment that he had snatched from the black musicians were completely unable to resist the strong murderous intent of the Ripper.

Even if it was not activated, it was worse than being cut into pieces.

If it weren't for the top hat on his head instinctively protecting the Lord, the "Holy" movement would have maintained a minimum survival, otherwise he would have died by now and would no longer be able to die.

He endured the pain and looked down at the Ripper in front of him.

Her face couldn't be seen clearly. Behind the red-stained veil, there was only a pair of chaotic and empty pupils, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.

"Although I don't know who you are, it doesn't feel good to be controlled by King Arthur or the Hundred-Eyed Man, right?"

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly: "In the face of tyranny, it is useless to just endure it. Only by resisting can you win freedom for yourself!"

During the weird and gloomy dance music, he paused, and a smile appeared on his painfully twitching face: "...The dance music has already started, don't keep the guests waiting."

Ye Qingxuan reached out, held her cold wrist tightly, and whispered softly in her ear:

"—Dance with me, Miss Killer!"

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On the rippling bloody Danube, among the layers of shackles and shackles, Ye Qingxuan held her hand tightly and pulled her to take the first step.

Boiling killing intent burst out in all directions, disrupting the sweeping river and tearing the surrounding blood brides into pieces.

Bearing the brunt, Ye Qingxuan's body was covered with wounds and his face was dripping with blood.

But he kept moving. In the cold and strange melody, Ye Qingxuan guided her to the beat, circling gently. In the eyes, the moonlight lit up:

"Let me see what is hidden in your heart!"

In an instant, the moonlight was like a bridge, and the synchronization began!

If Laura were here, she would definitely slap him and scold him for not knowing whether to live or die. Among all the synchronization techniques of all factions, the synchronization of the Heart Phrase faction is the most dangerous.

That represents the collision and fusion between two minds. If the power gap between them is too large, one of them will be completely crushed if you are not careful. And if you are in tune with the Ripper's extremely crazy will, you will be 100% infected by that terrifying emotion.

In other words, one madman became two.

It's a pity that Ye Qingxuan has committed suicide not once or twice, and if it's crazy... he seems to have never calmed down since he decided to return to Avalon.

How could the guy who tried to overturn the verdict of humanity's number one traitor be a normal person?

In just a moment, he passed through the Ripper's riddled defenses and entered her will. In just a moment, he was almost overwhelmed by the negative emotions that were everywhere like a tide.

No, it's hopeless.

Even though he was as determined as he was, he instantly felt the urge to give up: because Ripper was really hopeless.

The moonlight protected his will, allowing him to clearly see the Ripper's situation at this moment: in the Ripper's heart, a huge will was spreading rapidly at this moment.

It was endless negative emotions like the ocean, and it was the power from the curse of the Hundred-Eyed One. Anger, fear, jealousy, greed, recklessness, cowardice...the negative emotions that can be contained in the human heart appear one after another.

The Ripper was unable to fight back.

His will was originally on the verge of splitting, but at this moment, under the erosion of negative emotions, it was completely out of control.

Under the stimulation of negative emotions, power is awakening and emerging...but that power is too huge, so huge that it cannot be controlled by itself, and it is just a futile way to vent its anger.

Ye Qingxuan felt a toothache: Could this guy really be possessed by King Arthur? What disgusting things did you do to end up like this?

Where is the power in this thing that expands to the limit?

It's obviously a curse!

Now, they are entangled in the same place and cannot be separated! It's like a mentally ill patient who was already on the verge of splitting suddenly develops a more serious mental illness...

Going crazy and getting sicker!

The power of the Hundred-Eyed One is not very strong. It can be said that even Ye Qingxuan can extinguish any part of it at will. But the most terrifying thing about that curse is that it comes and goes.

It has no body, and no core that can be extinguished. Thousands of negative emotions arise one after another, intertwining into a dark chaos.

It's just this chaos.

Even if there is only a trace left, it can be revived in an instant.

At this moment, chaos has infected more than 60% of the will, and it can be said that it is close to victory.

Extremely ill!

Seeing this situation, Ye Qingxuan only felt a pain in his head: There is no other way. At this stage, there is simply no way to save him, and no medicine can save him.

Moreover, if you rush in with your own willpower, you will only be attacked from both sides. The best result is to be assimilated into one of them.

At that time, I'm afraid it will be worse than becoming a black musician, and there will be no bones left!

The expression on his body twitched, complicated and ugly: It's not that he didn't want to save him, but at this stage, no medicine could save him.

Unless the Ripper himself reawakens and truly takes control of his power... But is that possible? If possible, she would not have lost control and gone crazy and went to Whitechapel to kill people.

Then, there is only one way left.

"I'm so sorry."

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I am not a serious psychiatrist. I have only learned a bunch of half-baked music theory from the psychology school. You are unlucky to fall into my hands."

In just a blink of an eye, the young man opened his eyes again.

"Bite the bullet!"

He looked at the girl in front of him with empty eyes and suddenly bumped his forehead against hers: "Come and try my recipe of fighting poison with poison!"

Bang!