Crown of Silence

Chapter 385 There is something flying in the sky!

Colt's sudden betrayal was undoubtedly a blow to everyone.

It was to the black musicians, and even more so to Ye Qingxuan.

But now he didn't have time to study such a weird thing in detail. He had to take advantage first and clear them out before the surrounding black musicians reacted!

The sound of the lonely piano sounded, and in the cold melody, the moonlight flashed, like water flowing, seeping into the surrounding binding music, instantly erasing it.

With the moonlight, a killer weapon that specifically restrains natural disasters, it is so easy to remove the shackles set by several black musicians. Then, his voice sounded in the dreams of every sleeping musician.

"——Wake up!"

In an instant, everyone seemed to have been hit by a wake-up call and woke up from their stupor.

Time was too urgent. Ye Qingxuan was too lazy to wait for them to recover. He planted the hint in their minds that "all black musicians are enemies", which made them attack the nearest black musician without thinking.

They were going to fight anyway, so why waste so much saliva.

What was beyond his expectation was Colt's speed.

He had never thought that this guy was proficient in martial arts and had profound attainments. In just a few snaps of his fingers, his figure was as elusive as a ghost, and he passed by the two black musicians in an instant, and the dagger tore a small hole in their throats.

Immediately, the blood in his body boiled and misted, and sprayed out from the crack that was not even a fingernail could reach.

The damage of the anti-tuned dagger to the body was negligible, but once it was connected to the music theory, the damage caused was absolutely devastating. Especially it was in the hands of a genius of the revelation school.

Being able to develop such a function for the counter-tuning against the barrier, and master it skillfully, and use it so easily... Colt's talent and music theory attainments are evident.

In just a few moments, the counterattack of the black musicians began, and the awakened musicians could not just sit back and do nothing, and the two sides immediately fought in a group.

The Nine Heavens Ring in Ye Qingxuan's hand shrank and changed into a cane again, falling down.

The sound of the horn sounded.

It heralded the arrival of dawn.

In an instant, dense silver nails appeared in the air, flying in all directions. The flames lit up one after another, and suddenly the black musicians who were fighting suffered heavy losses.

The silver nails, like maggots on the tarsal bones, entered the body. Once they came into contact with the abyss music theory, they would rub and intensify each other, bursting out hot flames, and ignited the black musicians' limbs.

Hundreds of years ago, the Inquisition used this to burn countless heretics to death, and even now, its power is still there. Several old monsters in the crowd almost screamed, and their fighting spirit was completely gone.

Even many friendly troops were stunned: Ye Qingxuan, who usually hides himself and never fights with others, used this kind of ruthless trick, and the effect was outstanding.

For a time, morale was greatly boosted.

But Ye Qingxuan couldn't help sighing in his heart: It's a pity that this place is still under the suppression of the dark sky, and there are no secret silver nails as chanting consumables, so the power can only be said to be barely qualified, and it only wins in being hard to defend and the bonus of specializing in black musicians.

If Torre is still here to assist him, with the forbidden musicians who are proficient in the way of discipline, he can at least clear more than four black musicians with one move. How can he be weak and out of breath after the performance?

The biggest reason for the defeat of the black musicians was that they put Colt, the traitor, by their side without any precautions, and let him observe them for so long. He could sell his companions' weaknesses to the black musicians, so he naturally knew all of the black musicians' weaknesses and their trump cards.

After just a few minutes, the battle ended, everyone was injured, and one musician was seriously injured and dying.

Colt staggered back two steps, his face pale, and suddenly turned the reversed dagger in his hand and stabbed it towards his abdomen.

Disembowelment.

In the bloody mess, he peeled open his stomach, grabbed a black bug sealed by crystal from it, and smashed it on the ground. The bug wrapped in crystal was still sleeping, but soon it was awakened and bit the things around it frantically.

Immediately, it was crushed by a foot and burned to ashes.

Colt gritted his teeth and healed the torn flesh and blood, poured a tube of potion on it, and after a burst of hissing sound, the flesh and blood were forcibly healed together, temporarily unimpeded.

"In order to save the imprisoned musicians, I have to resort to this desperate measure.

If I am still alive after the matter here is over, if you still have any objections to me, you can apply for the Holy City to judge me."

On his pale face, he looked resolute, looking at the musicians with complicated eyes: "It's not safe here, it's best not to delay, while they haven't reacted yet, everyone should leave separately."

Soon, under Colt's guidance, the stolen musical instruments and equipment were found in the cellar.

Although everyone was still dissatisfied with Colt, this guy had proved himself with his actions.

After all, this is not a place to stay for a long time. They all changed into camouflaged black robes and left quickly.

However, when Colt was about to take two steps, he found that the person following him was... Ye Qingxuan!

"I didn't expect you to wrong yourself to go with me?" His tone was not without sarcasm: "It seems that you are not very confident about the secret room in the underground palace."

"No, I just have a few questions that I want to get answered."

Ye Qingxuan just smiled: "Originally I thought you were really going to find a bright future in the abyss."

"Sometimes, in order to keep more people alive, there must be sacrifices, right?" Colt covered his mouth and coughed, even though blood was flowing out from his fingers, his expression was still indifferent.

"But it's a bit too much to risk so many people, isn't it?"

"Having a 50% chance of victory means you'll win, isn't that what you said?" Colt asked back, "Besides, if it weren't for me, they would have died long ago, how could they be alive now?"

"And then use it to attract the attention and tracking of the black musicians, so that you can protect yourself?"

"This is the possible result, but you can't say that this is my purpose."

Colt glanced at him: "Do you have a better way?"

"No."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "What you did can be said to be the best choice in that situation, and it is impeccable. However, I'm curious about another thing."

He stared into Colt's eyes, emphasizing each word: "Have you been ready to turn against us for a long time, or have you noticed something and are ready to get off the pirate ship?"

"You can imagine these things as you like."

Colt's expression was not evasive, but he said lightly: "Anyway, the result is that I sacrificed myself to save everyone, isn't it?"

"Well said!"

In the silence, someone suddenly clapped.

Naberis stood in the shadows, his face full of admiration: "If Captain Crowley knew this, he might also admire you deeply, right?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a while, and looked at Colt with a complicated expression: "Just now you said that the road I chose was not good, but the road you chose was not good either."

Colt's face quickly darkened.

He took great pains to find this safest road, but he didn't expect that someone would miss so many escapees and actually target him...

If he knew that Ye Qingxuan had expected this and deliberately took the same road with him, he would definitely be depressed and vomit three liters of blood.

But for Ye Qingxuan, this was the worst situation that he had expected.

However, this time there is no Avalon Great Barrier for me to borrow, I am afraid I will not be able to win...

"Dear friend, you always exceed my expectations."

Naberish looked at Ye Qingxuan and said sinisterly: "Don't worry, for safety reasons, I will let Mordred tear off your limbs this time. Anyway, they will grow back after the transformation.

However, you are the only one who has been immersed in sedatives for transformation in hundreds of years, right?"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing: "Are you sure you can catch him alive?"

"It's okay, you can commit suicide."

Naberish waved his generous hand: "The Hundred-Eyed Holy Spirit has picked up the 'Yellow Spring' from the 'Great Source' and mastered the realm of death. As long as you can get the body, you will definitely be 'resurrected' again.

Don't worry, it will be exactly the same, even more real than before!"

Even though Ye Qingxuan had been on guard for a long time, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard his words. If Naberish took the opportunity to attack, he might not even have time to fight back.

But the information contained in Naberish's words was too shocking.

If the Hundred Eyes really went a step further, collected and extracted the "Yellow Spring" from the projection of the Great Source, and introduced a new power into the abyss in the etheric world, then it would mean that he had broken through the field that had troubled the musician since his birth and mastered the power of the "Philosopher's Stone"!

Regardless of whether there are any restrictions, who in the world can resist the temptation of "resurrection"!

For some people, even an incomplete resurrection is better than all the treasures in the world!

"...Brother Naberish, when did you become fond of making such jokes?"

"Whether it is a joke or not, you can verify it yourself." Naberish stepped forward slowly: "Now, what else do you have to say?"

At that moment, he saw the change in Ye Qingxuan's expression.

The white-haired young man looked over his shoulder and looked at the sky behind him, with a look of surprise and astonishment.

When he looked down at himself, his expression became extremely strange:

"... If I say: There is really something flying in the sky, do you believe it?"

I have to admit that for a moment, Naberish... really believed it a little!

When he reacted, he couldn't help but feel a burst of anger at being despised: "Ye Qingxuan! This kind of outdated lie can't even fool a pig after leaving kindergarten!

Are you sure you are not insulting your brain!"

"Really!"

Ye Qingxuan pointed to the sky behind him with a complicated expression: "I'm not lying to you."

"It's useless for you to say anything now."

Naberish stepped forward quickly, and the heart-like instrument in his hand brewed a strange melody: "Whether there is something flying in the sky or not, it has nothing to do with your fate! I want..."

Before he finished speaking, a thunderous explosion sounded.

Above the clouds, a blazing light lit up, burning the sky that was as solemn as an iron curtain!