Chapter 1114. What Do You Want?

The sharp claw tips and the burning ax blade collided.

A huge burst of power shook the whole building, and both parties took a step back involuntarily.

The impact from the ax blade and the turbulence of the source made Huai Shi's eyesight darken. The angry ax that had not undergone transformation could not withstand the alienated claws of the praiser.

In other words, in the black staff wrapped around the alienated claws, droplets of dark sticky juice fell down. Eternal pain spreads like venom.

But now, the sharp claws burned by anger were quickly covered with a layer of miserable white frost.

freeze!

"This is……"

The praiser was stunned for a moment and looked at Huai Shi.

Just under the young man's feet, layers of frost appeared, slowly spreading in the performance composed of the miserable wind and blizzard.

After possessing Yun Zhongjun's understanding of interfering with the four seasons, the symphony's performance has directly triggered the celestial phenomena of Frozen City.

This is the ultimate intention of reaching a higher level after experiencing the advancement and Shangquan's guidance...

"No, it wouldn't be like this even if we say we all hope to die together, right?" Huai Shi asked helplessly: "Didn't we chat happily just now? Why do we say we fell out so quickly?"

"Huh? Didn't you already agree to this request?"

The praiser licked the frost on his fingertips, savoring the residual taste of the Angry Ax, and gradually became intoxicated: "Why don't you do it with me? I will definitely remember your generous sponsorship!"

In the reflection of those scarlet eyes, the young man in front of him was filled with bright light - countless sweet and wonderful inspirations flowing from his living soul!

It's so exciting!

Drooling...

"Please give me charity, Your Excellency Huai Shi."

He spread his arms, laughed, and pounced: "Save me from my troubles!"

The sacred hymn emerged from the pitch-black staff wrapped around him. Along with his movements, countless high-pitched neighs and brutal roars converged into a melody, playing the hymn of hell.

So tough, breaking into the melody of Huai Shi!

It's as if you can hear the symphony praising the cold winter, cutting into the musical phrases, interrupting the rhythm of Huaishi's poems, and attacking step by step.

Under the gray robe of the Psalmist, countless piano keys appeared on the deformed body, manipulated by invisible fingers, and played the hymn of hell again.

Wherever those dark movements, thick as mud, passed, countless faces emerged from them, wailing and singing tragically in the melody.

The hell disaster from the Elysium condensed into shape, and dozens of pitch-black claws emerged from under the gray robe like living creatures, wandering, stretching, and changing.

The concrete walls and the ice that had been frozen for a long time were torn apart like tissue paper, and the buildings in front of me seemed to have turned into toys in the hands of young children, ready to be ravaged.

But then, they were defeated one by one by the flames burning on the ax blade and long sword, and they were chopped into pieces!

Heaven and earth are ringing!

From the fragmented melody, the majestic sound sounded again.

The frost wind roars and the symphony begins again!

A long distance was spanned in an instant, and that contemptuous face flashed before his eyes. The spear roared, tearing apart the dark claws, leaving a penetrating crack in his chest.

Immediately afterwards, the five fingers were brought together and thrust forward.

——Three thunderbolts, the sky collapses!

Amidst the loud roar, the praiser flew out upside down, and the arms in front of his face exploded into a ball of plasma, which quickly grew again.

Then, those spreading staffs were burned down by the sword of virtue.

"What the hell!"

The praiser lost his voice.

Incomprehensible.

At this moment, under the constraints of the environment, the strength of both parties can be said to be almost insignificant. What really determines the outcome is the accomplishments of the disaster musicians and the control of melody and music theory by both parties!

But why...

Will it be me who is pressed down? !

After hundreds of years of non-stop playing and composing, endless climbing and training after becoming a disaster musician, even at the expense of everything, we have reached where we are today.

As a result, his Hell Hymn was suppressed by a junior who was less than a fraction of his age?

His eyes widened in disbelief.

boom!

The scattered smoke and dust were torn apart, and the ax blade entwined with ice and flames fell down again. The chill and power from the entire frozen city rested on it, easily defeating the praiser's defense, leaving a deep scar on his neck. beheading marks.

Blood spurts out.

Almost beheaded with one blow...

But what made him even more uneasy was the sudden change in melody and rhythm.

"No way...this isn't classical music!"

The praisers roared and asked angrily: "What is this!"

"Rock and roll, haven't you heard of it?"

Huaishi spread her hands and replied nonchalantly: "Who stipulated that the cello can only be played classically? Times have changed, my friend, you have to rock up!"

"Crooked ways!"

The praiser roared, "Do you think you can defeat me with such a shallow thing!"

"This is just rock and roll. If you listen to heavy metal, wouldn't your whole family be so angry that it explodes?" Huai Shi shook his head: "Come on, friend, don't make excuses -"

The spear of compassion rushes forward and penetrates every step.

Under the sway of the flowing water, the hymn from hell was completely torn apart, the poison spread in the scars, and strange flowers grew from the body of the praiser one after another.

Under Huaishi's throw, it penetrated the body of the praiser, pulled him, flew out, and pinned him to the collapsed wall.

"If I were you, I would reflect on it."

Huai Shi raised her hand nonchalantly, wiped the blood from her face, and asked mockingly: "Is it because I can't compare to others because... well, my professional skills are not good enough?"

"..." The praiser stiffened.

"With this level, what kind of disaster musician do you think you are?"

He spread his hands and sincerely suggested: "How about changing your career, saving Elysium, and debuting as an idol?"

At that moment, the praiser's pupils almost shrank to the size of a pinhead.

The pale face turned red, livid, pitch black, and even twitched and twisted in the unprecedented humiliation. It was hard to imagine that a person's facial features could be twisted into such an inexplicable way.

In the end, those wide-open eyes actually exploded under the torment of invisible anger.

Blood as thick as sludge spurted out from it.

What followed was a roar that made the entire frozen city tremble. Countless ice edges shattered and fell. The walls and earth trembled, and cracks appeared.

The body of the praiser swelled rapidly and was torn from the inside out.

It's like taking off an old robe.

A pair of hands stretched out from the split chest, followed by a naked body, brilliant wings spread out from his back, and a majestic halo emerged from the top of his head.

It's like an angel descending on earth.

Under the power of the blood of Gaia, he finally returned to his former posture in the Paradise.

Even further... Countless abyssal movements are wrapped around his body, with hatred, greed, desire, and all kinds of different meanings flowing out of it.

He has completely given up on the duel between disaster musicians and his proud musical skills. He will use his strongest power to kill this damn guy in front of him to ashes!

Huaishi was stunned by the hurricane that was coming towards her.

What the hell!

Didn't we agree to compete on the same stage? Everyone is playing the piano well, why do you transform into the second stage and turn the table over to stop playing?

He's anxious! He's anxious!

But the problem is... I seem to be in a hurry!

"Ah, ah, I feel-"

The praiser's face was raised, and his six eyes were staring at the opponent in front of him: "The endless inspiration is in your blood... Thanks to you, Mr. Huaishi, I finally realized it!"

"Then don't you want to thank me properly?" Huai Shi stepped back in small steps without leaving a trace, waving his hands politely: "Forget it about kowtowing and becoming a disciple. When we get a chance later, we can just set up two tables and have fun together."

"I will."

The praiser raised his finger and smiled ferociously:

"-After composing a new melody with your bones and blood!"

boom!

The sound waves that were given substance suddenly burst out, forming dark claws without any warning, and clawed out towards Huai Shi's face.

In an instant, the ax blade that lifted up Huai Shi was knocked away, and it crashed into the riddled building with him.

Amidst the roar, Huai Shi smashed several walls and fell into the dusty presidential suite.

The two embracing skeletons fell from the sofa that Huai Shi smashed, fell to the ground, and weathered into ashes.

"Ah, sorry to bother you."

Huai Shi got up in embarrassment. Before he could help others collect the remains, he felt the low wind pressure coming from above his head.

The weird giant claws condensed again in the hymn, and after tearing apart the floors, they swatted down at Huai Shi, not caring about the small wounds left by the spear, and smashed him into the floor.

In the continuous collapse, Huai Shi penetrated through the floors and fell into the banquet hall.

For a moment, he seemed to be in a trance again.

In the warm breeze and incense, in the rearranged banquet hall, the ragged people shared the last of the food and wine.

Everyone held hands during the simple performance, regardless of rank, dancing happily, smiling, and singing in unison, without any pain or sorrow.

That is the scene before death.

But soon, the phantom disappeared again.

Only the dilapidated banquet hall was left, with dust flying and freezing into frost.

A pair of leather shoes stopped at Huai Shi's feet.

"Have you thought about it, Mr. Huaishi?"

The store manager's phantom looked at the customer's embarrassment and smiled awkwardly but politely, "It seems that time waits for no one here."

"Think about it, think about it!"

Huai Shi nodded frantically, but before he could finish his words, he was picked up again by the giant claws condensed in the void, held tightly, and smashed to the floor, falling into the messy hall.

He raised one hand and rolled hard, avoiding an attack that was enough to completely crush him into a pulp.

Panting in embarrassment.

Amidst the flying dust, the phantom of the store manager reappeared, pointing to the elevator behind Huai Shi.

Huai Shi turned around without thinking, ran with all her strength, smashed the broken iron door in front of her, and fell into the deep elevator shaft.

"Where are you going, Huaishi!" The praiser smashed the walls and screamed: "Illusions can't save you!"

The huge claws reappeared, completely tearing the building in front of them apart, tearing everything apart inch by inch, and crushing it into dust, leaving nothing to take advantage of.

Along with those phantoms!

The store manager shrugged indifferently and watched Huai Shi's disappearing back, letting the last remnants of himself be torn apart by sharp claws and disappear.

Only the rusty lapel pin fell from the dissipated phantom, and amidst the fine collision sound, the last glow emerged.

That was the emblem from the Astronomical Society before the long and long destruction...

When the world is destroyed, the earth falls apart, and everything is shrouded in endless cold, only the final mission is delivered in the illusion of eternity.

Send this remaining fire from the past to the hands of future successors.

At this moment, in the dark fall, the bright light emerged from Huaishi's eyes again, bringing a gift from a long time ago.

"Sophora poems——"

The departed soul asked softly:

"——What do you want?"

Huai Shi reached out and grasped the beam of light.

At that moment, the last barrier was torn apart by countless giant claws, and the ferocious face of the praiser emerged from behind the crack.

Seeing the magnificent color of Gaia's blood, he froze for a moment, unable to conceal his horror, but when the light dissipated, Huai Shi only had a broken tome in his hand.

Other than that, nothing has changed.

"what is that?"

The praiser sneered, "Your savior? A broken book?!"

He waved his hand, and the music of the abyss played again, and dozens of giant claws appeared out of thin air, attacking without hesitation.

At that moment, a hallucinatory voice sounded from his ears.

Gentle chanting from Sophora japonica poems.

Husky and deep.

"Look, friend Sancho Panza, over there appear more than thirty giants of incredible size!"

So, in his hand, a dim title quietly appeared on the cover of the faded and mottled book.

——"Don Quixote"

At this moment, the ancient event record quietly collapsed, and countless light points flew out from it, condensing into the outline of the card. Lightning like an angry dragon soared into the sky from the card surface, lashing the sky and the earth, sweeping away all monsters and monsters.

The thunder spread, completely defeating the hymns and hymns of hell.

At the end, a skinny figure walked out of nothingness.

"Every time I open my eyes, I see new garbage..."

Under the lightning, the middle-aged man with long gray hair looked back and asked coldly, "Boy, don't you have any respect for your seniors?"

"Oh, look what you said..."

Huai Shi shrugged and blinked shyly: "Shaking people, isn't this a fine tradition of our heavenly lineage?"

Dead silence.

A long dead silence.

Not only the praisers, but at this moment, all the participants in the battle who had glimpsed the thunderous light, and even the chess players outside the battlefield, as well as the bystanders in the hell palace and the command bureau, all fell into sudden sluggishness.

In the dead silence, only Russell's mouth curved happily.

Do you finally understand, Huai Shi?

Using the blood of Gaia as the source, recreating and recreating it with the records in the Book of Destiny, and using the rules created by both the present world and hell in this gambling game, to transcend the limitations of time and life and death...

This is your golden finger in this game!

Seventy years ago, the Utopia deck resounded through hell——

——[Thunder in the Four Seas·Yingfangzhou]!