Crown of Silence

Chapter 592 Amber Blood

It's getting a little bad.

No, it's super bad!

On the dead stage, only the melody of the Sixth Requiem echoed. The thirteen great masters stood in the darkness around them, silently blocking all the internal and external roads.

Ye Qingxuan could feel the real and true chapter of fate in their bodies, and the more terrifying aura of the gray-clothed and red-clothed musicians at the end, who were different from the white-clothed ones.

They were the leaders and deputy of the first generation of the Royal Musicians, the peerless musicians known as the two pillars of the Anglu National Defense, and the most direct inheritors and pioneers of the Royal School.

More importantly...

They were all scepters when they were alive!

And they were the strongest ones...

Although it is unknown whether the barely reorganized chapter of fate can evolve into the power of the scepter after death and return, but the pure fame and terrible record of the two people in the past are enough to chill people.

Thirteen great captains and the thirteen large music groups behind them represent the power of the musicians in Anglo's peak period.

If it was just one, Ye Qingxuan would still be able to suppress it. The dead have many loopholes. Even if they are good at covering up, they still need to avoid it.

If it was two, he would be in a mess.

If it was five, he would not even think about it and would escape at all costs.

And with the current lineup, and the leader and deputy of the first generation of the Royal Music Group, Ye Qingxuan has no confidence in winning.

But now he is more curious about... what power has brought these musicians who have been dead for hundreds of years back to this world.

Is there any limit to their resurrection? What is the relationship between them and Leviathan...

Is the seal of the palace of Shadow of Avalon intact?

And...

Ye Qingxuan looked along their empty sight and fell on the girl in the corner...

Mary.

But why Mary?

Why did these thirteen great captains inexplicably take the medicine of Penglai and die? Why did they inexplicably resurrect? And why did they keep chasing Mary?

Did they not forget to be loyal to the royal family even after death?

Don't be kidding.

Ye Qingxuan was amused by his own thoughts.

He stood in front of Mary stiffly and scanned the thirteen great captains around him. No, there are twelve now, and Nigel, the musician of Tiehe, has been twisted off his head.

He was said to have once challenged the realm of the scepter, but he didn't even have time to use the chapter of fate. The second death was so absurd that it was ridiculous to think about it.

Too weak.

Even Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that a meeting and a surprise attack would solve the battle.

Just as he was thinking about how to delay time and find a way to bring Mary and Christine out of the shadow of Avalon, the red-clothed musician who was staring coldly at all this in the darkness at the farthest distance raised his palm.

The leader of the first generation of the Royal Musicians, the most powerful among the thirteen great masters.

The scepter musician who assisted Arthur in establishing the Royal School.

Star Caller, Strange Eye, Killer Whale... His nicknames are either scary or dark, enough to fill a whole page of history books.

It is said that in his later years, his transaction with the Strange in the Ether Realm went wrong. Because he went too deep, he was assimilated without knowing it.

His name and information dissolved in the ether, and even lost his appearance.

At this moment, his face was blank, as if covered by fog.

He just slowly raised his palm and opened it towards Ye Qingxuan.

On the palm, there was a thumb-sized glass bottle, with a viscous liquid like amber rippling in it. Just looking at it, it seemed as if you could smell the fragrance of blood, with some weird magic, which was dazzling.

And in the chaotic halo of blood, a cold eye slowly opened. It seemed to be staring at Ye Qingxuan through the blood.

He felt cold all over.

Ye Qingxuan took a step back, almost unable to control the urge to scream. A strong urge to vomit rose from his chest, and the uncontrollable trembling dominated his body.

This was a strong sense of crisis that had affected his self-awareness.

But at the same time, the murderous intent as thick and heavy as mercury rose from the bottom of his heart, and every thought was shaking rapidly and falling into madness.

He was panting violently.

Unconsciously, he had bent down and was sweating.

He was almost collapsing on the ground.

It was only a moment, but it seemed like he had been tortured for a long time.

The sound of the piano suddenly rang out, and the strings of the Nine Heavens Ring were vibrated, spontaneously activating the blood of the celestial being. The silver moonlight in the blood flowed angrily, filling Ye Qingxuan's consciousness in an instant, freezing all emotions that were not controlled by him, and then like an axe and an iron saw, eradicating the involuntary killing intent and madness.

Return to freedom.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at the amber blood in the hands of the Grand Master with caution.

What on earth was that...

But at the same time, a piercing scream sounded from Galahad's barrier.

The iron wall of wind and sword was torn apart in an instant, crushing it.

From the inside out?

Ye Qingxuan looked back in surprise and saw Mary's red eyes.

The crazy dragon power seeped out from her pores, which was unprecedentedly powerful, almost condensed into liquid, and turned into red blood flowing down from her body, dripping into the pool of blood full of destruction and madness, and the blood flow slowly swept in all directions.

The torn dress was torn to pieces by the dragon power in an instant.

Instead, it was replaced by the substance condensed by the dragon power, like a burning red dress...

Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.

The bottle of amber blood that the Grand Commandant took out was not aimed at himself at all, but at Mary!

Under the gaze of the blood eye, the curse in the dragon blood was ignited, erupted, turned into blood, and gushed out of Mary's body.

And in the blood, Mary wailed and choked, but couldn't help the sound of wild laughter in her throat.

——The Ripper wakes up!

"It's terrible."

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, turned back, glanced at the dead standing silently in the distance, and gestured a wait gesture. Then, he retracted his gaze and walked towards Mary...

In an instant, countless blood flashes hit his face.

Sharp noises rang out one after another.

It was like falling into a giant juicer, with countless blades cutting, hammers hitting, pliers and saws pulling, and gravity squeezing...enough to turn ordinary people from a whole into fragments in an instant, from solid to liquid and finally evaporated into blood and burnt smoke.

Under the Cloth of Original Sin, Ye Qingxuan's face was pale.

Frightened.

Mary now has entered a very dangerous area.

The awakening level of Dragon Blood is too close to the prototype-although it is limited by age and slightly inferior in strength, the key is potential, which can definitely surpass her mother Elizabeth.

If she can succeed to the throne, she will definitely become the emperor closest to Arthur in hundreds of years...but this is not a good thing to think about with your toes.

The royal families of all generations have been wandering in painful contradictions.

If Dragon Blood cannot awaken, it means that there is no talent and it cannot control the Sword in the Stone and the final line of defense of Anglu. If the dragon blood awakens too early and is too dangerous, it is possible to go crazy and degenerate into a monster at any time.

Counting them up, the happiest emperor in the history of Anglo was actually the fourth-generation king known as "Incompetent George" - there was no external threat, and the internal was not corrupt. He did not awaken the dragon blood until he was forty years old, and he could only say that he was barely doing well before his death. All negative emotions can be solved through mating...

Although incompetent, he spent a prosperous life safely.

All problems are left for future generations to solve.

I wonder if this is the luck of mediocrity?

Thinking wildly, Ye Qingxuan stepped forward against the tearing of the dragon's might, stretched out his hand, and suddenly hugged Mary into his arms. The original sin robe was turbulent and almost impossible to maintain. In an instant, it was torn hundreds of times by the manic dragon's might...

And Ye Qingxuan's fingers also pressed on Mary's forehead.

The girl who smiled in blood was stunned.

The madness in her eyes quickly blurred, and she stood still, like a wooden chicken. The blood-colored dragon power quickly dissipated, revealing a large area of ​​white skin.

"Wait a moment."

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly in her ear: "It will be fine soon."

The Cloth of Original Sin fell off Ye Qingxuan's body and quickly covered Mary, even wrapping her face inside, leaving no inch of space. Then, countless iron crystals grew out of the Cloth of Original Sin, intertwined with each other, and turned into a cage.

Countless music theories turned into chains, entangled on it, and the friction between music theories burst out sparks, making the entire seal more solid.

In the end, Mary disappeared, leaving only a heavy iron coffin.

There was no sound in the iron coffin.

It was as if he had fallen into a long sleep.

Ye Qingxuan staggered back two steps, exhausted, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and panted. In the etheric world, Xiao Yuan sensed the weakness of his main body and sprinkled sweet spring water, and his exhausted body began to recover quickly.

Finally, it got better.

Christine looked at him in astonishment, stunned:

"What did you do?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed at himself: "I used a little bit of the dirty tricks of the mind musicians - dream weaving, it's better to vent than to block, it can be regarded as a channel for her negative emotions to vent, right? But in the final analysis, it's still drinking poison to quench thirst.

The dream can't last too long, and she must be taken out before it ends."

As he said, he looked at the dead who were gradually surrounding him, spit out the last hesitation and confusion, and sighed softly: "The musicians of the previous generations... are so terrible."

Bang!

The Nine Heavens Rings popped out from his fingertips, crisscrossed in the air, and finally returned to formlessness.

And the spreading music theory has constructed a huge chapter, and the chapter of destiny has expanded from Ye Qingxuan's body, running along the strings.

The natural disaster resonated, ready to go.

Feeling the surprise flashing in those empty pupils, and the footsteps that paused for a moment, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh.

Sure enough, I'm still pretty strong!

"Who will come first?"

He stepped forward, blocking Christine and Mary, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Or... together?"

In the dead silence, facing the mockery of the later students hundreds of years later, the dead did not burst into anger.

The crowd separated.

The blurred-looking leader came out of the crowd, and behind him, countless darkness rose up. In the darkness, the raging tide, the sweeping storm, and the dark thunderclouds could be vaguely seen.

In the deepest part of the thundercloud, the beast surged, and the former Storm King slowly opened his eyes...

And among the dead, someone suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked the way.

It was the gray-robed master who served as his deputy.

The Grand Master and his deputy looked at each other for a moment, and seemed to be persuaded to give up the duel. He returned to his original position, and the gray-robed musician who had stopped the Grand Master turned around and looked at Ye Qingxuan.

There seemed to be a trace of emotion in his empty eyes.

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly.

For him, the musician who was fighting on behalf of the Grand Master was even more difficult than the Grand Master.

He knew Ye Qingxuan's trump card very well.

The gray-robed musician walked slowly with a cane.

Under the gray outer robe was a simple dress, low-key and restrained, with only a seal ring representing the family on his finger.

Compared to a musician, he was more like a gentle scholar.

He was also wearing an exquisite hat, which was exactly the same as Ye Qingxuan's original one...

Feeling the familiar small source fluctuations in the other party's fate chapter, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but have a headache:

"Are you planning to clean up the Shixin School yourself?"