Crown of Silence

Chapter 314 It’s hard to protect yourself

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, let's forget about the head-on confrontation. This new body has not been transformed yet, and its combat power is simply not worth mentioning... But I am a black musician, so you won't be offended by a despicable sneak attack, right? "

He muttered, lowered his head, looked at the metal heart in his hand, and a chill flashed in his eyes: "Since you are not at the resonance level, let's have a 'heart sound duel' in an upright manner!"

In his hand, the beating heart was suddenly tightened.

The sharp sound burst out and resonated in Ye Qingxuan's heart. This was a heart sound attack that threw away all appearances and directly acted on life itself.

The basic competition between musicians and musicians!

In an instant, the melody in Ye Qingxuan's hand stagnated, and his face turned green, then turned red again, like blood boiling. The ether in his hand dissipated almost instantly.

Naberis laughed and played the strange-shaped instrument in his hand, continuously controlling Ye Qingxuan's newly formed heart, beating wildly, and would not stop until it fell apart!

The four remaining black musicians seized this opportunity, roared suddenly, chanted the dark music in the Katinuk Files, manifested their true colors one after another, summoned the demons and the power of the abyss, and swept towards the sluggish young man.

But the next moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and grinned.

"I lied to you."

boom!

The stagnant melody burst out again, this time accompanied by the fire of the barren mountain night and the roar of the Eye of Indra. In an instant, the torrent of violence swept past and completely engulfed the figures of the four people.

The instrument in Naberish's hand suddenly exploded, leaving a huge gash in his face, a mess of blood and flesh. He looked at the fragment embedded in his palm in astonishment, with a trace of astonishment appearing in his eyes.

Over the years, he has relied on this technique to destroy the voices of countless musicians. But this time, the musical instrument he made was destroyed by Ye Qingxuan's resonance? !

Before he could react, the layers of burning racks roared and rolled up flames, sweeping over him. His figure suddenly differentiated, and six shadows flew out and escaped the capture of the barren mountain night. But in the swirling flames, the young man's figure suddenly flashed, and he pressed his palm down - sighing.

boom!

His body flew out, smashed into the wall, and was pierced by the last silver nail. The flames inside did not spurt out, and they tightly restrained him, preventing him from breaking free.

"Heart sound capture...is useless?"

He made a hoarse voice and stared at the boy in front of him, "Why?"

"If you want to ask why..."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and looked at his chest.

In that crack, the crystal-like heart beats slowly, swallowing blood and ether, and glows with dreamy moonlight.

"—Probably because I have a heart of stone."

"..."

Naberis was stunned, coughed up dark blood, and forced out a self-deprecating smile: "I lost, completely... It's a pity that there is no winner in this game."

"What exactly does Gavin want to do?"

Ye Qingxuan asked in a cold voice: "That thing, the incarnation of God...why on earth are you here?"

"Didn't you already guess it? Mr. Holmes, why bother asking me?"

Naberis raised his head with difficulty and looked at the black shadow that seemed to fill the sky and earth in the distance, "Look, God has descended... The existence of you and me is not even comparable to that kind of monster outside the specifications." dust……

You have failed, Mr. Holmes. In this game, the winner takes all, but unfortunately, mortals like us are not even considered desserts. "

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and fragments of his internal organs spit out from his mouth. His seven orifices were bleeding, and his body was torn apart.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Naberish destroyed his last chance of survival!

"Don't be surprised, this choice... is not worthy of your frown."

He lowered his eyes and used his last strength to speak out: "Human beings are born in shackles. A smart guy like me has been struggling for sixty years, but he has never been able to escape.

Fortunately, I still have...the freedom to choose death.

Mr. Holmes, if there is Hades, I will wait for you there... I hope there, we can become... become..."

"……friend."

Naberish's head dropped, and his last breath died.

he died.

Ye Qingxuan looked at him blankly, his outstretched hand froze in the air. Behind him, in the deepest part of the Shadow of Avalon, there was an earth-shattering roar.

Tragic gaps emerged from the ground, extending in staggered directions.

Even the faint depths of the ocean were shaken and a tsunami erupted.

As they advanced, the Lord of Darkness was finally unable to suppress the repulsive power of the Shadow of Avalon.

No matter how small he suppresses himself, he cannot avoid the arrival of this limit.

——This is King Arthur’s Kingdom of Scepters, and the musical conflict between them has reached its limit. When the spring is compressed to the limit, it will rebound.

The aftermath of the intertwining and collapse of the music theories distorted the material world. But he didn't stop, and continued to move forward, towards the core of the Kingdom of Shadows.

One step, two steps...

Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly changed, and he was almost out of breath due to the suppression: the large barrier riddled with holes could no longer withstand the impact of the aftermath and was about to collapse.

The barrier is now almost equivalent to half of his body. Once the barrier falls apart again, he will be completely beaten back to his original form, and he may even be seriously injured.

"It's already this time, Shaman, you don't still expect me to kill the gods for you, right?" Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, his body trembling, and his mind was almost taken away by the terrifying back that supported the sky and the earth.

But he couldn't help but worry.

Since this group of black musicians is so unscrupulous, the movement in the House of Representatives will definitely not be small.

Over the years, those guys have secretly infiltrated and controlled many places. Hundreds of years of accumulation, whether it is connections or military force, if they no longer care about the royal family and decide to use all their strength to counterattack, then Avalon must be in chaos now.

I'm afraid Shaman... can't save himself! ——

Avalon at this moment is dark.

As an important defense unit of Avalon, the Great Barrier activated the defense plan when it collapsed. The nine city gates were closed and isolated from the inside and outside.

The entire city was divided into 16 parts, including the Lower City, the Middle City and the Upper City, which were completely isolated from the inside and outside.

The brightly lit city fell into darkness in an instant, and the faint flickering fire illuminated the steel armor on the streets of the Lower City.

Those heavily armored garrison corps ran on the streets, faithfully obeying orders. The forces that the House of Representatives had infiltrated into the military for so many years were completely launched, uprooting the shaman's strongholds on the streets one by one.

This is no longer a fight in the streets, but a thorough war. In front of the regular legion, any resistance looks ridiculous and ridiculous.

There were fires everywhere in the darkness of the entire Lower City.

In the light of the burning flames, the attacking trumpets sounded, and the armored legion raised their spears to destroy the defenses and buildings.

Wherever they passed, there was ruins and dust. All the rebels were pierced by spears, picked up, and thrown to the side of the street. The winding blood left red cordons, which stung people's eyes.

In a hurry, the violent groups in the lower city could not gather any decent resistance. They were easily crushed one by one and turned into debris all over the ground.

Loud noises sounded one after another in the distance. It was the terrifying sound of siege crossbows razing buildings to the ground. Screams could be heard faintly, and then they stopped abruptly, leaving only the low sound of armor rubbing against each other. ,

The sound of iron echoed in this chaotic darkness.

There was also the sound of blood dripping.

In the messy alley, another armor was dismantled, and there was a huge hole on the chest, and blood spurted out. A broken heart was crushed by an invisible palm.

The ghost hand gasped and roared.

Boom!

The armor flew backwards with a bang, smashed into the crowd, and overturned the soldiers who rushed up.

He took a deep breath of the stinking air, the fishy smell of the ocean and the rotten smell of the sewer mixed in it, stinging his lungs, like the embers of a burning fire.

Just breathing brought burning pain.

His gray hair was stained red with blood, his shirt was torn, revealing the tragic scars underneath, and the slippery blood flowed on the invisible palm, outlining the shape of his broken arm.

That arm was amorphous, constantly changing into various shapes, sometimes like a human hand, sometimes like a beast's claw, and sometimes with sharp fingers covered with scales, which was terrifying.

"The fourth time."

He panted, his legs trembling slightly: It seems that I am really old, this is only the fourth time...

In just a few minutes, the garrison corps has organized four attacks, but without exception, no matter how many soldiers in heavy armor rushed up in formation, they were all crushed to pieces in front of this old man like waves hitting rocks.

On the left was the mill, and on the right was the warehouse of the steel mill. This alley was sandwiched between the two huge buildings. The narrow terrain gave him the greatest advantage.

No matter how many people rushed up, he would always have to face only a few, so he could fight calmly and not be afraid of the huge number of opponents.

Unfortunately... he couldn't retreat.

He couldn't let anyone pass through here either...

He roared, stepped forward, and squeezed into the soldier's arms, rubbing the sword blade. The invisible ghost hand suddenly sank into the neck, a crisp sound burst out, the cervical vertebrae were shattered, and the soldier's neck was broken instantly.

Immediately, the soldier's body shook violently, and several large holes exploded on his back. The head of the crossbow arrow pierced out from his chest and stuck in the iron armor, only a hair's breadth away from his eyes.

He bent down, dodged the sword blade that was slashing horizontally, put his hands together, clamped the sword blade and twisted it suddenly, the sword blade shattered, and as his palm moved forward, it pierced into the eye socket of the mask, broke through the skull, and stuck in the brain.

Another soldier fell.

Then, a big sword slashed on his shoulder, wedging deeply into the bone. The ghost hand roared, and the invisible palm twisted, tearing off the soldier's head as if it had no joints, and smashing it on the ground.

The wind whistled, and the armor-piercing arrow had already flown in front of him, and was grasped by the invisible palm. Sparks flew, and finally rubbed his cheek and nailed into the chest of the soldier behind him.

In the blood rain, there was a cold light of the sword blade and a chaotic loud noise.

Roars came one after another.

But in the end, there was only an old man stained with blood standing in the alley.

He pulled out the dagger that pierced his leg with difficulty, and stood up with the help of the two layers of corpses, staring at Ingmar with a chilling look.

"Ingmar, you have wasted too much time."

On the street behind Ingmar, the man in the gray cloak raised his head. Ingmar shivered and stammered in defense: "Mr. Sparrow, I just... Mr. Robin asked me to..."

"Enough, Robin is not here, I am the head of the House."

Sparrow passed him and glanced coldly at the surrounded ghost hand. His sight passed through him, penetrated the wall, and fell into the dark house, frowning.

"Is that dying old guy the shaman?" He sneered, "I always thought he was hiding his true power, but I didn't expect... he was really dying. Tsk, disappointing."

He raised his hand: "Don't worry, shoot!"

So, a numbing sound came from the darkness.

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