Crown of Silence

Chapter 658 The situation is strange

The whole sky was like a boiling soup pot. Countless rainbow lights were tumbling, and terrifying loud noises erupted one after another.

In an instant, the war has reached a height that ordinary people cannot intervene.

Just standing at such a distance, Ye Qingxuan could still sense the earth-shattering collisions through the Jiuxiao Ring Pendant. Countless music theories frequently appeared and died, just like stars extinguished and rekindled. The movements overlap, countless melodies are entangled, and wind and fire are fighting like swords.

Even though he was under pressure from the two scepters, Schubert's rhythm never changed. Like a hidden rock in the rough waves.

Even though it seems so turbulent, the situation is gradually under control. Facing such an enemy, the more we attack, the more powerless we feel, but we still can't stop.

Once you lose the initiative, you will be completely defeated...

One person versus two scepters.

"It's breathtaking."

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, turned around and glanced behind him: "Why do everyone stay in groups these days and like to run up behind others to scare people?"

Behind him, there was nothing.

The quiet streets were deserted.

"I hate this kind of pretentiousness."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and rubbed his brow impatiently: "Or do you think you can still hide it? Naberish..."

Those moonlight-filled eyes lit up with dancing flames, reflecting an erratic black shadow.

In the void, awkward laughter sounded.

A wisp of black smoke appeared out of thin air, snaking like a snake, and then expanded, and a crisp crackling sound was heard, first the bones, then the muscles, and finally the sticky blood.

In the end, from the expanding black smoke, a naked man walked out of thin air, and then, gorgeous clothes grew from his body.

At the end, it's a black top hat.

"Dear friend, your loyal friend Naberish comes at your call."

The visitor smiled, raised his finger, and raised the brim of his hat: "I was still very confident in my Chapter of Destiny, so even the Inquisition couldn't find me.

Unexpectedly, even if it is half ethereal, it still cannot be hidden from your eyes.

Can you tell me what's wrong? "

"No, there is nothing wrong with your music. Even the tribunal's detection can't detect you." Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "You are the one who has the problem."

When a wise man speaks, he can speak clearly.

Naberis was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, shaking his head mockingly: "I almost forgot, you are the savior of the country who personally killed Leviathan. Naturally, the blood usurped from Leviathan in this body cannot be hidden from you. "

Ye Qingxuan could not deny it, but nodded lightly:

"It's a good idea."

Not bad indeed.

Whether it is the Leviathan blood that is restored by working backwards from Mordred's blood and Dragon Power, or based on this, it is based on the blood and music theory of countless demons and finally created a new one. body.

Naberish's own talent is undoubtedly top-notch, and his skills and ideas are impeccable.

There is absolutely no problem except that he is a black musician.

The Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition and the most talented black musician in the past hundred years met again in the ruins, but they did not start shouting or killing each other when they met.

Both parties were far apart, maintaining a safe distance, restraining their thoughts of taking a gamble and killing each other. They were really like two friends reunited after a long separation, greeting each other and being completely friendly.

"Long time no see. You look good."

Naberish looked at him, "Did you feel comfortable using the music theory I gave you last time?"

"not bad."

Ye Qingxuan thanked: "It helped a lot when integrating Bai Mu Zhe's music theory."

"That's good." Naberis seemed to be sighing, with a pleased look on his face: "So I saw it right, you should be the black musician."

"Why don't you replay this outdated old tune?" Ye Qingxuan said in a casual tone, "However, if you are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, I can give you a place in the Inquisition."

Naberis seemed to be moving: "What if I want the title of bishop?"

"Can consider it."

Ye Qingxuan answered seriously.

"Are you just thinking about it?" Naberis frowned: "That's too callous, Mr. Ye, if you come to my place, I can let you be on an equal footing with me! Isn't this completely unfair?"

Ye Qingxuan asked: "Do you think people in their right mind will join the Inquisition or become a black musician?"

Naberis was unmoved: "No, as long as the brain is normal, most people will not consider it, no matter who it is, right?"

"Well, that's right."

Ye Qingxuan smiled indifferently: "Does that mean I was rejected?"

"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly, my friend." Naberish laughed and said, "Let me think about it again."

"Then I'll wait for good news."

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "See you next time?"

"See you next time."

Naberish said goodbye while stroking his chest.

Ye Qingxuan took two steps back, turned and left.

Naberish was left standing alone.

A long time, a long time.

Amidst the roar in the sky, he sighed softly and looked up at where Ye Qingxuan was originally.

"Why didn't you take action?"

In the void, the mist rolled, and a vague shadow emerged from it, gradually becoming clearer.

It was a young-looking man, dressed in green, with smooth and fair skin, looking like a man or a woman, with a strange beauty, but not limited by gender.

It was obviously a human form, but looking at it made people feel that it was not human.

"He knows I'm here."

The former saint named Paganini, now the Lord of Darkness, said lightly: "He is on guard against you, and he became more on guard when you started chatting with him."

Naberish frowned: "Can he find you?"

"No way." Paganini was very confident about this, "The problem is with you."

Naberish was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed.

The laughter was full of self-mockery.

"I'm afraid... it was guessed?"

He finally figured out where the problem was.

Originally, before the Hundred-Eyed One fell, he had made an agreement with Ye Qingxuan that he would give him his music theory research on the Hundred-Eyed One, and in return, he would lend the Cloth of Original Sin to Naberish for one day of research.

As a result, when the old story was brought up again, Naberis didn't care about the Cloth of Original Sin at all, just like he had no interest in the theory of transmutation.

It's impossible to think about it with your toes.

Then there is only one conclusion left: he no longer needs the Cloth of Original Sin, because he has obtained the theory of transmutation.

This body that has blended countless demon blood into one is proof of this.

In addition to the Cloth of Original Sin, the only place where the core secret of the theory of transmutation can be obtained is in the hands of its creator Paganini.

Especially the powerful weapon of transmutation theory, even between master and apprentice, they would probably hide it and not teach it. Since Naberis got the transmutation theory, it proved that he and Paganini were inseparable...

"Just a little carelessness, and I guessed so many things."

Naberis covered his face, and the face covered by his palm showed a strange expression: "It's getting more and more terrible, Your Excellency the Chief Judge.

Perhaps, we should have left him behind just now."

"Don't worry."

Paganini looked indifferent: "The general trend cannot be changed by one person-I didn't intend to cross out two names on the list at once."

He paused, squinted his eyes, and looked at the core of the fight:

"He is in the second sequence, there is still a long time, we always have a chance."

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The fight lasted for ten minutes.

Burke's car was the first to be hit. Under the power of the saint, even if it fought hand in hand with another scepter, it was difficult to resist Schubert's movement.

Under the melody of the famous fragment of "Unfinished Symphony", the victory or defeat was decided.

But Schubert did not pursue the victory and knock down the two people's scepters. Instead, after mastering one-third of the stone plate, the scepter just hovered in the air and did not move.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Half an hour passed...

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what was going on with Schubert. Even Ye Qingxuan found it difficult to understand what Schubert was doing.

But inexplicably, he felt a little uneasy.

This uneasiness came from Naberish, whom he had just met.

Regardless of how Naberish got into Guixu, for any musician, a scepter duel is a rare event. Even if you just watch, you can get a feeling.

But Ye Qingxuan noticed that Naberish was looking at him from beginning to end.

He didn't care about the duel in the sky, and even seemed to know the result long ago.

He didn't look.

He didn't even look at it.

Although it feels a bit overthinking, for people like Naberis, it is not excessive to think too much and be on guard. Both sides know that their positions have determined everything. If there is a chance, they will kill each other even if they have a good relationship.

What's more, the relationship between the two is not that good.

At most, it can be regarded as mutual use.

In the distance, he hesitated for a long time and decided to get closer to Schubert.

But when he quietly approached, he found that many musicians had appeared nearby. Everyone tacitly kept a safe distance and did not approach Schubert rashly, but just watched from a distance.

The first thing that came into view was a tragic corpse.

The liver and brain were slain.

It was Raymond.

After a long time of identification, Ye Qingxuan finally identified the characteristics of the old man from the almost shattered corpse. But he didn't expect that Raymond, who was originally planning to entangle a few more times, would die so cleanly in Guixu.

Died beside... Schubert.

Ye Qingxuan looked away and looked at the old nun who was chanting with her hands down beside the corpse.

The old nun was covered in heavy monk's clothes, like an old nanny who had been abiding by the rules for decades. She held a string of rose beads in both hands, looking down at her fingertips as if she was unaware of anything.

Ye Qingxuan could vaguely see her lips opening and closing, mumbling something.

In fact, a musician who was good at lip reading had already deduced what she was chanting.

"Holy Scripture".