Crown of Silence

Chapter 303 Chapter 284 Six Phases

Unprecedentedly, decades after the divine punishment...

Naberis felt humiliated and terrified.

Thunderbolt was just an ordinary destruction, but it was just born after destruction. He didn't care, but the moonlight...moonlight...He gritted his teeth and cut off his arm. In that arm, there was actually moonlight like flames, purified into ashes.

Such an evil thing, he vaguely heard of it somewhere before, the natural enemy of the black musician, the nemesis of all demons, and the curse of death when encountered.

Only after experiencing it personally can you understand the horror and terror in it. That kind of compassionate purification is simply not worth resisting. The only way is to cut off the tail ruthlessly and get rid of it before it is infected...Until now, he can still feel the irresistible fear.

How could such a damn power appear in Holmes!

His men kept activating the alchemical equipment embedded in their flesh and blood, releasing several music movements, and turning their defenses around them into a bunker.

Looking at the boy with the moonlight above his head in the distance, his expression changed from shock, fear, ferocity, awe, and amazement... until finally, it turned into admiration.

He is indeed a genius who can be compared with himself!

"What a pity..."

The flesh and blood around Naberish recovered quickly, and his broken limbs regenerated. He looked at Ye Qingxuan, gritted his teeth, and said hoarsely: "What a pity!"

"What a pity?" The boy frowned.

"I feel pity for you."

Naberish showed a thankful expression, and said sincerely: "If you didn't relax at that moment just now, but called up all the music movements stored in the instrument, then I am afraid that I have lost my combat effectiveness now?

No, if it was your trump card, there is no doubt that I would have no body left at this moment..."

At this point, the smile on Naberish's face suddenly stagnated and froze. The last word of "no body left" was stuck in his throat and he didn't say it.

"Wait, you...seem..."

As if he had discovered something incredible, he looked at Ye Qingxuan with a dull look in his eyes, and murmured in confusion:

"Why do you always perform and sing live? You have never used the music stored in the instrument. Your trump card... No, the degree I just sensed... This is wrong! This is too hard to believe! This is simply... How is it possible! This is impossible! This is impossible! This is impossible!"

He growled in confusion, his palms subconsciously grabbed his newly grown hair, grabbing the bloody flesh, his fingers rubbing against the skull, making a shrill sound.

"How is this possible?"

Until the end, he was like being struck by lightning, twitching all over, and raised his head stiffly, looking at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes widened to a frightening size, full of bloodshot, almost emitting light.

"So that's it. I understand, Mr. Holmes. You really make me look at you in a new light. No, you are simply a genius that is rare in a hundred, no, a thousand... ten thousand years!!!"

He screamed like a madman, pointing at Ye Qingxuan and laughing crazily:

"--It turns out that the enemy I have been fighting with is not even a formal musician?!"

Naberis was like a madman, laughing so hard that tears flowed down:

"How ridiculous! He is famous throughout Avalon, and has purified countless demons and the revengeful evil spirits of black musicians, but he is not even a formal musician!"

"Holy God, I often compare you with me, but now I understand that I was not even worthy of carrying your shoes! Even now, I can't compare with your talent."

He stared at Ye Qingxuan fanatically, lowered his head, and ignored the enemy and me. Regardless of the huge gap in rank between them, they offered the highest etiquette:

"Please allow me to pay you the highest respect, Mr. Holmes. Your talent makes me feel my weakness and incompetence for the first time in my life!

At this moment, I am so moved by your talent... I burst into tears!"

Naberis bowed his head deeply, with bloody tears running down his cheeks and falling to the ground: "It's a pity and too cruel that someone like you can't be my companion.

Why did God let me come to this world and let me meet you? Why did he throw us into a position where we can't tolerate each other?"

He choked and shed tears, but the ether fluctuations around him were like a hurricane, and the frenzied power emerged from the broken shell.

That kind of power was burning, releasing violent flames, almost suffocating Ye Qingxuan. He was obviously saying such weak words, but the power released from that shell was so strong that it was trembling.

Even the walls around him were cracked, and the things around him were falling apart. His body was swelling rapidly, and his flesh and blood were swelling.

He raised his head, and his face, which had been transformed into an inhuman appearance, was full of respect and solemnity:

"--Now, let me end you with my strongest power! Let me fight you without regrets! Even if I fall into the underworld, it is a battle that suits your status..."

No, I won't blame you if you let me off a little! It's better to restore the original state and fight again...

Ye Qingxuan shouted wildly in his heart, but Naberis had already begun the final transformation.

Right on his forehead, a vertical pupil had grown out at some point, and the vertical pupil was full of bottomless madness and evil.

This is the manifestation of the power of the Hundred Eyes.

But on the back of his head, an identical face appeared, reciting blasphemous poems with him - this was the talent given by the natural disaster Su Nuo.

On his body, pitch-black scales grew out of thin air, each scale shining with the luster of the night.

And just on those convex blood vessels, you can faintly see that what is flowing in them is no longer blood, but a liquid that looks like mercury...

Every time he changed, Ye Qingxuan felt a toothache, until finally, he was completely numb: How many evil gods has this bastard and a psychopath signed a contract with? !

Until the end, Naberis had completely revealed his true appearance, a monster with six physical features that no longer looked like a human being!

Six resonance-level ether fluctuations violently vented around his body, almost suffocating Ye Qingxuan completely.

"It's been a long time since I've had this feeling."

Naberis growled hoarsely, clenched his palms, and sparks came out from rubbing his fingers: "Now, let's get started..."

"etc!"

In front of him, Ye Qingxuan suddenly raised his hand: "We're going to fight anyway, can you answer a few questions for me first? At least let me die clearly even if I die."

Naberis laughed loudly, "Do you think I am the kind of villain in the story who talks a lot, keeps mumbling for a long time but refuses to kill the protagonist, and finally gives him a chance to make a comeback?"

"..." Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched.

"--I am."

Naberish said this, causing the young man to fall into a daze, "For people like us who pursue the truth, what is more terrifying than death is dying in confusion, right?

Feel free to ask me a question out of admiration for you. I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything I know.

If you have any other means, feel free to use them. If your intelligence and talent can make a comeback from this absolute disadvantage, then I will lose without any complaints.

I am willing to be a stepping stone for such a person. "

In other words, after a question, he will start the battle without mercy, never give up, and go all out with the belief that he will kill.

So……

Please describe in detail the resume of the saints in the history of Anglo-American diplomacy within 100,000 words? Of course, you can't ask such damn questions that delay time. Otherwise, what if Naberis just wants to do it to himself without saying anything?

So, at least seize this sudden opportunity.

Ye Qingxuan's mind was spinning, his face was as dark as water, and he asked the biggest confusion in his heart:

"Aren't you afraid of attracting Mordred when you make such a big noise in the Elizabeth Tower? Or are you sure of victory?"

"Mordred?"

Naberis was stunned. He didn't expect Ye Qingxuan's question to be this. He couldn't help but reveal a mysterious smile on his inhuman face:

"Why should you care about something that... never existed in the first place?"

From the beginning...never happened?

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and said blankly: "It doesn't exist?"

"That's right, the descendant of King Arthur, the rebellious son who stabbed him to death in legend... never existed from the beginning. The so-called great achievements are just legends of poets and novelists!"

Naberis calmly told this news that was completely different from history, with a solemn and cold expression: "Because Mordred died in the embryonic stage!"

"Impossible!" Ye Qingxuan retorted subconsciously.

"Why isn't it possible?"

Naberish's eyes were cold: "His mother was killed by her husband when she was pregnant with him.

Some people say that Arthur suspects the queen's infidelity, but Mordred is undoubtedly King Arthur's biological son. This is absolutely true.

It's a pity that he does not belong to the 'human' part, but is the inheritor of the cursed blood. His bloodline is even better than his father's own!

He was born a monster, and his existence itself proves the stain on King Arthur, evidence of his depravity - Arthur will never allow him to come into this world alive.

So, he was killed in his mother's belly, his remains were dug out, burned in the fire for seven days, cried for seven days, and finally sealed under the Elizabeth Tower, never to see the light of day again. "

Naberis stared at the young man's astonished expression, spread out his arms, and looked around:

"How many years of resentment is this...

That child is still soaked in the solution of Lycoris flowers and has survived for thousands of years, singing every night. Mr. Holmes, did you hear his singing? "

The singing voice lingering in his ears sounded again, making Ye Qingxuan feel chills all over his body.