Crown of Silence

Chapter 310: Sincerity of Heart Works

When that hand reached out, the dark vortex quietly collapsed, and all the power was drained away by that hand, turning it into a vague human figure.

As if separated by layers of curtains, the shadow was so vague, but it constantly disturbed all the music theories around it, causing it to fall into the black zone of ether riot wherever it went.

The black zone trembled, making its figure particularly illusory.

This is the resistance of the Shadow of Avalon.

This is Arthur's scepter, the fallen "heaven on earth", and its music theory refuses the invasion of external forces.

The huge existence in the ether world cannot enter the material world. If he wants to pass through that door, he must suppress his power from the level of God and truly shape it into an incarnation.

The black shadow snorted coldly, and the breath of the abyss changed dramatically. In an instant, countless music theories were intertwined, and the terrible breath was put away. After a period of illusion and blur, the black shadow finally became clear.

The first thing that emerged was an old face, which was weathered and had thirty-two different looks, changing all the time, but full of gloom and deceit, and his eyes were like the abyss, deceiving people.

He was wearing a vague dress, gathering all the honor and majesty in the world.

One of the nine incarnations of the Hundred Eyes in the world, the king of change and chaos - the Lord of Darkness.

He stepped on the void, step by step towards the direction of the palace, not hurried, looking at Jerome's stagnant back, just sneered softly.

"Arrogant."

Bang!

The solidified world was instantly freed from the shackles and moved again. But in the roar, everything was completely different.

In an instant, the barrier collapsed, all the royal musicians were instantly severely injured, bleeding from all seven orifices, and the matrix of Mary's Spear fell apart - this was just the aftermath.

Jerome's figure twisted, and the chapter of fate brewing in his soul was broken in an instant, the resonance ring fell apart, and dense blood mist gushed out of his body.

He fell to the ground silently, and the holy spear fell from his hand and rolled into a pool of blood.

The Lord of Darkness descended on the earth, Gavin knelt in a red robe, and the black musicians kowtowed, not daring to move. The Lord of Darkness passed through the kneeling of his believers and walked towards the palace.

At the end of the team, Naberish's body shook and twitched, but he forced himself to raise his head, looked at the approaching shadow, and used all his strength to make a hoarse voice:

"My promise to you is complete! After sixty years of asceticism, where is the freedom I want?!"

The Lord of Darkness passed by him, not looking sideways, but just vaguely pointed his finger at his forehead, and a hoarse voice came: "As you expected, clown, you are free."

Naberish only heard a slight sound in his head, and blood flowed from his face, tragic and embarrassed. He lowered his head and vomited blood, but he couldn't help showing an ecstatic smile on his face, because the shackles that bound him for more than sixty years had disappeared without a trace.

He lowered his head and grinned:

"Then, Your Majesty, do you need me to do you a favor again?"

"Such a field is beyond your reach, you only need to look up."

The Lord of Darkness smiled disdainfully, staring at the dark palace in front of him with deep eyes:

"——Witness this miracle! Witness the birth of a new member of the 'Dark Lords' here!"

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"Uncle, are you okay? Why did you die? You died too easily! At least struggled before you died."

Charles shook Jerome in a pool of blood: "You haven't been handsome for three seconds! How come you were so miserable..."

Jerome was dying, opened his eyes with difficulty, and vomited blood in large mouthfuls-the principle of the abyss was entangled in his body, dragging him into hell.

He was aging and dying rapidly.

"Wait a minute, I will treat you immediately." Charles tried to bandage Jerome in a hurry, but was stunned and didn't know where to start. He didn't even know how Jerome got hurt.

"It's useless." Jerome was barely breathing: "Charles, I'm doomed."

"What should I do then?"

Charles wanted to cry but had no tears: "You guys are so good at pretending, why do you want to take me with you when you die! Help! Help! Someone save me! I'm willing to give my body to you..."

"Shut up..."

Jerome's expression changed, his face turned pale, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, staring at him with his eyes wide open: "Show some courage, Charles, where's your dignity?

Even if you shout for help now, who will save you?"

"Sincerity is the key to success."

Charles wiped his tears and sobbed: "Maybe my junior brother will fall from the sky in the next moment... My, my junior brother is very powerful!"

"You..."

Jerome spat out a mouthful of old blood and no longer had the strength to scold him. If you like to dream, just dream, at least you can die with a glimmer of hope.

He lay in a pool of blood, looking tiredly at the dim sky.

He saw the moonlight.

In the dim stars, the moonlight fell from the sky.

——

A quarter of an hour ago, on the top of the White Tower.

The dying boy lay in a pool of blood, but the pool of blood was outlined and guided by an invisible force, turning into his "last words", and the blood spread like the complex branches of thorns and vines.

That was the movement of "Moonlight".

It was as if thousands of hands were moving at the same time, expanding the blood, and when they intertwined with each other, the ether was agitated and sparks burst out. Until finally, the entire top of the tower was shrouded in this scarlet.

The cold moonlight fell, as if it had melted into the blood, making the blood glow with a soft light. The silent melody of the blood book flowed in the moonlight and echoed in Ye Qingxuan's heart.

"It's so beautiful."

Ye Qingxuan stared at the bright moon in the sky and felt the last bit of warmth drifting away from his body.

His body could no longer feel the weight, as if it would fly into the sky, but his consciousness fell into the darkness and slowly sank - the effect of the potion, the short time of lingering breath finally ended.

Death came quietly, without any pain. Drowsiness gradually engulfed him, causing his eyes to slowly close, his breathing to stop, and he just walked into an eternal peaceful sleep... No wonder!

Peaceful ghost!

If you die before you even live to be 20 years old, you will definitely become a vengeful spirit, okay? It's just being stabbed, how could you just lie down and die so comfortably!

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fists with all his strength, and smashed down the bloody music below!

Life or death depends on this last fight!

On the Jiuxiao Ring on the fingertips, the amber gems are brewing faint lightning, like a candle in the wind. But when the candle in the wind falls into the blood, it turns into a blazing fire.

In an instant, lightning bursts.

The Eye of Indra absorbs blood, and continuously turns the blood of the celestial being into lightning. The lightning rises into the sky and expands in all directions along the blood.

The alchemical matrix is ​​activated, and strings emerge from the thunder, crisscrossing and erected in the void, playing a cold and desolate melody.

With this frenzied thunder and blood, the melody echoes the moonlight.

So, the moonlight falls from the sky!

The torrent of moonlight instantly dispersed Gawain's phantom, blending into the blood-colored music, shining brightly!

And in that light, Ye Qingxuan trembled as if struck by thunder, screaming in pain.

Endless moonlight flowed into his body along with the remaining blood. The moonlight merged into the ether, passing through the blood vessels like a flame, surging and rushing.

It was as if the body was burned to ashes in an instant, and every inch of flesh and blood felt intense pain. The paused breathing finally continued again, and the drowsy consciousness gradually awakened. The boy's empty eyes reflected the bright moon in the sky and lit up again.

A hundred times and a thousand times more power than he expected gathered in the blood, making the blood as hot as lava, illuminating his empty chest.

He gritted his teeth, pressed his hands on the Nine Heavens Ring, controlled the changes in the melody, and guided the moonlight and ether to flow into the body. A cold light rushed out from the crack in his chest.

In the empty chest, endless ether gathered, brewed, and gradually made a beating sound.

——Small source structure!

If there is no heart, then just create a new one!

Relying on losing 60% of his blood, Ye Qingxuan finally gathered the last moonlight and integrated it into his body to create the "source of ether" in his body.

Create "intervals" with embodied notes, and use the combination of intervals... Use the interweaving of music theory to guide ether, and the power of fire awakens from the ether.

'As above it, as below it, so the beginning of all things is obtained'.

With this alchemical matrix as a basis, he wants to use the "small source technology" to rebuild a heart for himself!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly crushed the blood-colored conch in his hand-to this day, after Ye Qingxuan entered the school of heart and could freely enter and exit the shadow of Avalon, it has no other use, it is better to use it here as a consumable.

After all, it was created by the heart, so the more power the better.

In an instant, the essence condensed from the blood of thousands of people suddenly burst out and poured into Ye Qingxuan's body, slowly and continuously transforming into the blood of the celestial being.

At this moment, under the stimulation of the music, the blood of the celestial being was also greedily extracting the light of the bright moon, and the power contained in it was rising step by step, until finally, it almost emitted light.

Not only was the light of the white moon attracted, but the light of the azure moon was also integrated into it. The light of the two moons reflected each other in his body, fused with each other, and transformed the ether into a new power.

Ye Qingxuan carefully controlled the glow that was enough to destroy his body and soul. The light gathered in his empty chest and emerged from the crack.

In that light, a soft melody quietly emerged.

Like soft flowing water and gentle wind, in the entanglement of water and wind, the melody of moonlight lingered. From those empty places, the meaning of the growth of all things quietly emerges.

It seems that all the beauty in the world is gathered here, gentle and charming, intoxicating.

"Song of Spring".