Crown of Silence

Chapter 409 Witch’s Dance

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan almost held his breath.

But at that moment, a furious roar sounded.

The abyss wind tunnel opened, and the dark mud burst out like a spring. Paganini roared furiously and pulled out the Sword in the Stone from his chest. When the blade was pulled out, a tragic gap was revealed.

It was obvious that he had been transformed into an inhuman being, but after being wounded by the sword, he still shed tragic blood.

As soon as the blade was pulled out, it was wrapped, bound, and sealed by layers of clothing of original sin, as if locked in a box. The blade fell to the ground. When it fell to the ground, its edge was lost and turned into iron.

As for Ye Qingxuan, a dark strange hand had already grabbed his throat and raised him in the air.

"Do you know what you did! Damn it!"

Paganini's furious face extended out of the mud and screamed at him: "Do you know how precious that is! You destroyed the biggest miracle in the world!

You, you, you...you simply don’t regret dying! "

The silt spread up along the palm of his hand and swallowed him up. It was like the intense pain of falling into hell, like countless scorpions slowly ravaging every nerve of his body. The pain filled his limbs and bones. The pain instantly defeated his reason, causing him to scream in pain.

"The biggest miracle?"

In the severe pain, Ye Qingxuan smiled with difficulty.

He raised his eyes and looked at Paganini with mocking eyes: "You don't know what the greatest miracle is."

"Then take your miracle and follow me to the underworld!"

Paganini showed a cruel smile: "Don't worry, I won't let you die. In the rest of your long life, the biggest miracle will be 'death'."

The mud suddenly swallowed Elsa, and Ye Qingxuan only felt the hand that locked his throat tightening inch by inch, and his neck let out a cry that was about to break.

His vision went dark.

At the last moment, his mind was empty, but for some reason, a slender shadow flashed across his mind.

It was vaguely an alley in Avalon. Under the dim light, the girl was wearing a dusty white dress and looked back at him with hazy eyes.

"cousin……"

Bai Xi, I'm sorry.

He closed his eyes and yelled with all his last strength:

"——Wolf Whistle!!!"

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Above the sky, in the Iron Whale Temple, the half-burnt Wolf Flute jumped back with the remaining masters and rolled to the ground.

"Father..."

Wolf Flute looked up at Ben with complicated eyes: "He asked me to tell you: 'The time has come'."

Ben lowered his head and stared at the pocket watch in his hand.

The second hand coincides with the hour hand.

Half an hour is just right.

The time has come.

"Child, we will meet again in the kingdom of God."

He closed his eyes sadly and hesitated no longer.

The pocket watch was closed and discarded in the air. It rolled and collided on the ground, making a crisp sound. The dial cracked, freezing time at this moment.

In the silence, in the shattering sound that stung the eardrums, Ben stepped forward.

Draw your sword.

The door to heaven is open.

Then, above the sky, lotuses grew in the sea of ​​light.

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With the turmoil of the sea of ​​light, the heaven and earth roared.

The solemn melody played from the iron whale, shaking the sky and the earth.

At that moment, Father Ben bowed his head and stood with his sword, his breath cut off, as if he had died, his body turned into a stone statue, but in his body, there was unparalleled solemnity and holiness brewing, and a light behind him The wheel emerges slowly, full of majesty.

In the sea of ​​light, lotuses suddenly bloomed.

The gorgeous flower composed of countless waves of light bloomed between heaven and earth, illuminating Paganini's stunned face. The pale face became increasingly pale, illuminated again by the light that appeared in countless nightmares.

Gate of heaven...

Seeing that light, his back felt a dull pain, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Hundreds of years ago, when he fell into the abyss, the sixth pope came with a sword and penetrated him from behind. He survived and lost his body, but the pain of that sword still remained in his soul.

The power of judgment flowed along the music theory and was written into his soul. The pain tortured him every night, and even hundreds of years later, it still hurt.

But now, in the light, there was a vague look of indifference looking down.

So lofty, yet so contemptuous.

"Ursinus!"

Paganini gritted his teeth and murmured the name of the sixth pope, as if to tear his throat apart: "You're not dead yet! I knew it! I knew it! You guys are more deformed monsters than me..."

The moment the gate to heaven opened, the wind tunnel from the abyss was completely frozen, making it impossible to enter or exit.

The light of God's mercy shines down from the sky, but with an undeniable coldness and cruelty, it spreads across the entire world inch by inch. Even the clothes of original sin trembled under this light, constantly cracking out. A series of cracks.

And in the sea of ​​light, a vague shadow slowly emerged.

It was like the door to the kingdom of God was opened. The archangel guarding the kingdom of heaven held the sword of light, slowly raised his head, and walked out of the holy kingdom. The world was silent.

In the reflection of the sea of ​​light, the huge figure like an illusion lowered its head and stared at Paganini.

Compared with that huge figure, everything in the world is as small as dust.

Who can be worthy of the day of his coming? Who can stand when He appears?

——Because he is like fire to the refiner and alkali to the fuller.

In that solemn hoarse melody, the angel reflection in the sea of ​​light raised the blade and slashed it towards Paganini!

"It's been...a long time!"

Paganini stared at the gate of heaven, his complex expression changed, and in the end, he showed a trace of disdain: "This kind of hypocrisy is still so abhorrent."

At that moment, Paganini opened his mouth.

What came out of the mouth was a strange and beautiful melody. The melody was tangible, intertwined with countless musical theories, and transformed into an enchanting and beautiful silhouette, dressed in wild and ancient costumes, painted on the face, bathed in darkness. , but with a bright smile.

Facing the divine punishment coming from the Kingdom of Heaven, she was still unaware of it. She was immersed in the melody and danced along with it.

The melody and dance are neither evil nor crazy.

Just beautiful, pure without any flaws.

There is no so-called holiness, and there is no evil from the abyss. The countless interweaving music theories constitute a pure beauty that does not contain any attributes.

It's like all the pretense of hypocrisy has been stripped away, revealing the desire for truth and beauty. No matter what others think, or what the world and morality criticizes, we should still move forward along that path without any regrets.

It is a desire that comes from the heart and cannot be faked.

So the heaven and the earth were also infected by this melody, changing, and reality suddenly changed under the reflection of music theory, as if it was smashed and rebuilt again, transforming into a beautiful and pure world.

"Witch's Dance"

Throughout the ages, only musicians with a pure pursuit of music theory are qualified to inherit the holy name of 'Paganini'. It is for this reason that Paganini ignored the boundaries between humans and demons and chose to fall into the abyss.

Hundreds of years later, Paganini's core music theory has washed away his fascination with the abyss music theory, and no longer rejects the power of the Holy City, but neither of them can affect his essence. He combined the two and completely washed away all their attributes, turning them into a part of himself.

Under the power of the Witch's Dance, his body that had been living in the abyss was sublimated and purified, freed from the mud, and transformed into a vague human form again.

The vague human shape resembles a man and a woman. It is impossible to distinguish between beauty and ugliness. It does not look sinister and sinister. There is no holiness or integrity. Instead, it is filled with reverence and pursuit of pure music theory.

He has faintly transcended the shackles of the abyss and transformed into some kind of achievement. Given time, it may be impossible to escape from the clutches of the Hundred-Eyed One and become a new natural disaster.

It's a pity that his shortcut for promotion has been destroyed by Ye Qingxuan himself, and he is only...one step away.

And at this moment, the phantom of "Witch's Dance" finally collided with the sword blade at the Gate of Heaven.

In an instant, everything was swallowed up by the blinding light of extreme chaos.

The fierce light engulfed Paganini's figure and burned away the sea of ​​light in the sky. Dozens of huge iron whales shook violently and were pushed far away by the violent force.

Even the sound was completely wiped out by the chaotic power generated when the two collided. Any eyes that dared to look at that patch of sky were burned to charcoal.

The collision between the two completely different music theory systems caused an uproar.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, all the musicians who have reached the level of official musicians and have built a music theory system in their bodies feel their hearts suffocating, their vision goes black, and they are almost destroyed by the aftermath.

The ether spheres and other precision equipment quickly exploded and flamed out one by one. Even the observation cauldrons in the Iron Whale Temple and the Central Church burst into cracks. The viscous mercury in the cauldrons quickly evaporated and was completely scrapped.

It wasn't until a long time later that the aftermath finally subsided.

That city had been completely destroyed and was full of cracks.

But even so, it is still suspended in the sky unreasonably.

It's like the light spot reflected in a mirror on the wall. Even if the wall is broken, the light spot remains.

It is not an entity, it does not even exist. It is just a projection cast here by a distant existence in the etheric realm, an altar for sacrifices and sacrifices.

The altar has completed its mission, so there is no need to continue to exist. Its projection gradually collapses, dissipates into ether, and gradually falls apart.

And in that ruined wall, surrounded by the cold statue fragments, hoarse laughter could be heard.

"I'm still alive! I'm still alive!"

The mutilated and fuzzy figure stood on the ruins. It was severely injured, its body had been shattered, and the music that made up the body was in a mess, almost completely out of control.

But despite this, he was still so happy, as happy as if he had heard a great joke, laughing so hard. Looking at the cracked sky, Paganini roared:

"You can't kill me! Ursinus! Do you see that?

I, the sinner who fell into the abyss, am still alive! And your so-called kingdom of heaven is still an empty lie! "

"——No one of you can be fooled!"

puff!

A clear voice sounded.

A dim red-hot sword edge pierced through his chest, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Behind him, the heaven on earth hidden by the moonlight slowly shattered, revealing the charred half of Ye Qingxuan and the fainting girl in his arms.

On his chest, the small source has been completely extinguished, and there is no more moonlight.

Using the last of his strength, he held the sword in the stone, firmly and stably, and penetrated the stunned Paganini in front of him.

"What a coincidence."

Ye Qingxuan looked into his eyes and smiled cruelly:

"——I am still alive too."