Chapter 173: Elegy and Memorial

Chapter 174 Elegy and Memorial-

In the final laboratory, sword lights criss-crossed, and the sound of musical notes bursting sounded one after another.

The nine-foot-long slender blade popped out of the professor's sleeve and fell to the ground, slithering like a snake, interweaving layers of dreamlike cold light. The musical notes engraved on the blade kept lighting up, making people dazzled and confused by it.

If you fall into it, I'm afraid it will break into pieces if you are in a trance, right?

"By the way, do you think I've made a lot of progress?"

Compared to the last time when he ran for his life in embarrassment, Ye Qingxuan dodged much more easily this time.

Relying on the reading and interpretation of thought threads, as well as the modified 'Iron Bone', this guy is particularly capable of wandering among the blades and musical notes, and he keeps spouting trash talk in an attempt to Distract the professor.

"I'm sorry, it seems that every time we meet, I accidentally spoil your good deeds. But I have to be more open-minded, right?

You see, I'm not angry at all after being treated like this by you. Besides, I saved your life just now regardless of my past grudges.

We are all ‘old friends’, can’t we sit down and talk? "

"Old friend?"

The professor seemed to smile, "Your friendship really makes me sleepless."

"It doesn't matter. People like you who have no friends and are lonely all your life are like this. I can understand it."

A cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes: "——After I strip you naked and hang you up, we will be good friends forever."

Among the intertwined sword blades, he suddenly took a step forward and threw himself into the gorgeous cold light, as if he wanted to embrace death.

The professor's robe shook slightly, and the sword blade bounced up and danced like a snake, wrapping around Ye Qingxuan layer by layer, tightening with a snap of his fingers, and twisting him into pieces.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his palm towards him, and the plain black arm armor on his arm released a burning red light!

Bang!

‘Sigh’ finally cooled down and once again released a frenzied shock!

As if in an instant, the balloon was popped, and the air filled with the smell of blood suddenly expanded, forming strong wind pressure and sweeping in all directions.

The hurricane swept through and flicked off the tightened sword blade. Ye Qingxuan's fingers tightened instantly, and his two fingers caught the flying sword blade just right.

The shock rushed into the nine-foot blade like a tide, causing it to tremble crazily and shatter inch by inch. This dangerous weapon, which requires extreme skill to operate, almost instantly lost control under the high-pressure damage from the 'Blade of Sighs'.

Under the hood, the professor's eyes tightened and he stepped back, but the young man's eyes lit up with gloating.

The next moment, the black river that gathered the resentment and hatred of countless transformed bodies spread out from his wave, and with the wailing melody, it suddenly wound towards the professor.

He had been waiting for this opening for a long time.

For a moment, the professor's movements stopped, and Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly he felt dizzy in front of his eyes.

Memories surged out of the depths of the brain uncontrollably.

There was heavy snow in the sky, the huts were set on fire, and the flames burned away tears.

"Little Ye Zi, don't be afraid."

Someone whispered softly in his ear: "Don't be afraid..."

Ye Qingxuan's body stiffened, his vision turned black, and the feeling in his limbs and body was rapidly being withdrawn and deprived of him.

Only now did he finally understand: the sword blade and musical notes just now were just a cover-up. The real killer of the professor was the melody that burst out when the sword blade shook!

He hid the music in the sky-piercing screams!

But this stiff feeling is extremely familiar. Guilty past memories keep pouring out of my mind. It's difficult to breathe, as if I'm drowning in a black river.

Visual distortion, olfactory interference, somatosensory deprivation, auditory control...

This is... this is...

Is this Black Friday? !

In an instant, he suddenly understood and looked blankly at the professor in front of him. They were drowning in the dark river called by the other.

Immediately afterwards, the same movements were repeated, reversing the melody, dismantling the intervals, cracking the control, dispersing the influence... In the end, he was freed from the abnormal mental state at the same time.

Coincidentally, the two of them wanted to attack first and gain the upper hand, but they pressed back forcefully and just looked at each other warily.

"Ye Qingxuan?"

The professor's voice drifted into his ears on the wind:

"...So it's really you?"

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan's pupils shrank:

"Who the hell are you?!"

The professor was silent for a moment and couldn't help laughing softly: "Who am I? Who else could I be? Just a homeless monster."

He raised his fingers and lifted up the hood that covered his face. The darkness of illusion lingering underneath dissipated, and for the first time, he revealed his true face.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of his jaw being dislocated, and almost thought that he had fallen into the opponent's illusion again.

The majestic criminal mastermind of Avalon, the shadow of Lower City and the demonic musician, Professor Moriarte... is actually a woman! ?

It’s just a woman, but I have seen this charming and beautiful face before!

"This is what a professor really is, okay? My 'old friend'."

On that slightly pale cheek, her eyes were like the silhouette of the moonlight, staring quietly at the young man in front of her, and her thin red lips raised a pleasant smile.

It must be said that she is indeed the most beautiful woman Ye Qingxuan has ever seen. Just a smile is enough to make people lose their souls and unable to take their eyes away.

"But, how could it be you?"

Ye Qingxuan murmured to himself, but the misty illusion mist gathered again and covered that face again.

"Compared to this, I think we have more important things to pay attention to, right?"

She sighed and looked towards the door of the laboratory, where the roar was gradually coming, and the melody of destruction played by the Royal Musicians was already close to her ears.

The flames, rays, and frost of the Change Faction tore through the layers of barriers and rushed towards the core with great momentum. The ferocious fantasy beasts of the Summoning Department followed closely and extinguished all living things.

The bloody smell in the air became thicker and thicker. Wherever they passed, there was no grass left. Whether it was the crazy mutants or the innocent doctors, they were all cleaned up equally.

This is the "extermination document" issued by the royal family. It is a destructive order that will only be issued when cleaning up polluted villages and towns.

They actually appeared here today. I'm afraid the royal family really wants to wipe them out in one fell swoop?

"I'm beginning to regret why I didn't kill you cleanly."

She glanced at Ye Qingxuan: "It's too late to leave now."

"Eighteen."

Ye Qingxuan released a line of thought to detect. Before the line of thought was cut off by the turbulence, he roughly detected the position of those people and frowned slowly.

That group of people really cleared the land and did not miss an inch of the place. It seems that there is a revelation musician in the middle to command. The complex fork in the road and the dark environment have no effect on them.

Eighteen, divided into six teams, each team leader exudes strong ether fluctuations, including three resonance-level musicians who have broken through the barrier of knowledge and insight.

This lineup is enough to destroy a town and burn every inch of soil.

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

The professor shook his head and looked at the broken dome above his head: "The Robins dared to perform a blood sacrifice in Arkham Asylum, and they probably prepared a way to deal with the royal musicians in advance..."

Before he finished speaking, a drop of dark mud fell from the crack of the broken dome.

The thumb-sized mud fell on the ground, hissing, and the mud splashed on the ground, forming a palm-sized stain, but there was something vaguely moving in that stain.

It was like a cave leading to a dark area, with a foul-smelling wind blowing out of the stain, bringing a hissing hymn.

This was the first drop, followed by the second, third, and finally, like rain. Not only the cracks, but also from the floor under the feet and the cracks in the wall, this weird "mud" quickly seeped out.

If this continues, I'm afraid they will soon have no place to stand!

"It's started."

The professor's eyes became cold:

"--Elegy and memorial."