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For a moment, the entire sky seemed to darken, and even the two moons were forced to retreat temporarily.

"Here it comes." Chen Xiu murmured softly, the smile on his face filled with anticipation and excitement.

Everyone looked towards the altar, witnessing the arrival of the Witch King.

In the hazy light, the vague outline of a pitch-black tower emerged out of thin air, and the oppressive feeling that came over one's face made one want to kneel down and worship.

The shadow of the tower crawled on the lake, like a giant's finger dipped in the Styx.

Every square brick covered with etched patterns resonated, tearing the night wind into a disjointed requiem, creating strange harmonies that clashed back and forth among the empty ruins.

Invisible pressure spread out, and the black shadow of the spell fell to its knees in an instant like wheat being cut.

They all knelt on the ground, lowered their heads humbly, and placed their right hands on their chests to pay tribute to the great king, just as they had done in the past.

A few crisp "clicking" sounds were heard in the void, as if the orchestra conductor was tapping the music stand with his baton before the performance, reminding his musicians that the performance was about to begin.

Arturo and Clyde set up their violins and drew their bows, ready for the opening.

The next moment, the floating spellcasting unit seemed to be struck by an invisible force, and the gloomy music of the Witch King's reverberation became a physical entity.

That was the prelude to the sounds of the world, the hoarse roar of the intense resonance of flesh and soul.

Arturo's bow suddenly pressed the strings, and her sound pierced into the chaos like a dagger, accurately picking apart the storm wrapped in the Witch King's melody, and carving a clear crack for Clyde.

Herhunzollon pointed his staff, and the musical notes condensed into scarlet thorns.

His performance is the embodiment of power: the roar of collapsing towers, the tremor of iron hooves crushing the walls of Gaul, the chanting of millions of kneeling subjects... Every melody is tearing at the boundaries of reality, and even the moonlight is twisted into twisted silver threads.

"The Voice of the World? But it's just the remnants I left behind."

The old king lowered his eyes, as if looking down at his only remaining descendants across time and space.

"Lamb, use your music to prove to me that you are worthy of the name of Utica, and that you have not succumbed to fate!"

The hoarse and difficult melody suddenly became brilliant and passionate. The lingering sounds of the mortal world were not originally made for the mortal world, but were used as supplies to build Pavillon in the wilderness.

Clyde gritted his teeth, his body shaking violently as he pulled and retracted the bow.

He was like a small boat, being carried up and down in the turbulent waves of the Witch King's sound, and could capsize at any time.

Chen Xiu stood quietly not far away, watching this unique ensemble and feeling the different piano sounds.

The old Witch King is really cruel. He actually took this opportunity to teach Clyde a lesson.

However, little Clyde was really competitive and managed to keep up with the Witch King's pace.

He grew up in hardship, so his willpower is probably stronger than that of adults.

The pupils of the Sakota girl reflected the terrifying sound waves raging from the Witch King.

Her bow raced across the strings, attempting to dismantle Herhomzolen's earthly rhapsody.

Arturo thought he had seen people's hearts, and after traveling all over the earth in the future, he had a very deep understanding of the world.

However, her experience was ultimately no match for the Witch King who had lived for hundreds of years. Any rash attempt to deconstruct the Witch King's music would only trap her in the palace of will built by the other.

Chen Xiu frowned, his empathy making him feel the same way about Arturo's situation.

She was not deliberately causing trouble this time, but wanted to help Clyde pass the test of the Witch King, but she still underestimated the gap between herself and the Witch King.

The angel girl staggered two steps, creating ripples on the water.

She, who has always been unwilling to admit defeat, still held her head high, perhaps wanting to take the opportunity to prove to the Witch King the changes she had undergone after being enlightened.

Chen Xiu was silent for a moment, then whispered in his mind, "PCS system, call on computing power to analyze the sounds of the world."

The cold, monotonous mechanical sound responded immediately, making people feel very reassured.

【Latest task created】

[Collecting relevant data...Unlocking...]

[The underlying computing area has been unlocked, the deduction computing power has exceeded the upper limit, and the analysis of the Voice of the World has been completed.]

In just a few seconds, the computing power sufficient to predict the future shattered the Witch King's earthly voice with a slap.

Even so, Chen Xiu still couldn't quite understand the complex music theory and various music knowledge involved.

But it doesn’t matter, just transmit it to Arturo directly through empathy, as long as she understands it.

Arturo's painful expression suddenly relaxed, and he looked at Chen Xiu in surprise, who was standing with his hands behind his back.

Feeling the continuous empathy, the parts of my mind that were difficult to understand about the sounds of the world suddenly became clear, as if the answers were spread out in front of me during an exam, and the answers even came with their own explanations!

Is Chen Xiu's musical attainment really so terrifying?

Arturo didn't care about being shocked, and absorbed the information from the empathy eagerly.

When Clyde's fingertips bled from the backlash of the earthly sound, her piano music suddenly changed to a variation of the song of the clear sky.

The music praising hope and freedom provided a breathable roof for the struggling Caprini boy.

Clyde looked at Arturo's back. His teacher was so at ease!

"Don't be carried away by his music. You have to give your own answer."

Arturo's voice came from afar, gently awakening Clyde who was struggling in pain.

"Come! Muster up the courage to play your own music, and I will help you convey it to the Witch King!"

The strings of the young Caprini's piano vibrated and hummed, and fragments of earthly sounds surged in his body, as if they were about to be pulled out.

The bone-gnawing pain caused him to bite his lip inadvertently, but when he looked at the halo of light reflected by Arturo on the piano, the tears and smiles on the black keys in his dream suddenly became clear.

"I am not anyone's pawn, and my Qinyin is not a prisoner under your scepter!!"

Clyde raised his head and roared, his bloody fingertips vibrating violently on the strings like torn silk, cutting through the gloomy and terrifying sound waves.

"Even if your curse flows in my blood, my notes will sing for the morning dew! Sing for the stubbornness of the stream flowing through the cracks in the rocks! Sing for the sharp edge of the black keys that pierce through lies!!"

The corners of Arturo's mouth curled up a little. Now it was their turn to fight back against the Witch King.

The Sakota girl, who always liked to take the lead in the performance, took the initiative to become a foil, supporting Clyde's tender piano sound as it climbed upward against the Witch King's musical storm.

Amidst the hoarse and difficult melody, the voice of hope praising beauty emerges.

Clyde's melody is clumsy but persistent, like weeds pushing open cracks in the rocks, or like morning dew reflecting rainbow light in the hot wind.

The vigorous vitality burns wildly, facing the storm of suffering with high spirits and accepting the torture of fate.

Herhunzollen raised his eyebrows slightly, and the baton in his hand, which had never made a mistake, almost slowed down by half a beat.

The sound of the world was actually being swallowed up, which was beyond his expectations.

The Witch King closed his eyes and listened attentively to the melody that was coming to him.

The child was indeed just a beginner, and there was no technique in his piano playing, only emotion.

With his musical attainments, he could point out dozens or even hundreds of his mistakes and scold him until he cried.

But putting aside the playing skills, the tender piano sound actually touched his hardened heart.

He actually used tenderness as a blade, devoting all his energy to carving the many sufferings of the mortal world into a requiem dedicated to all living beings...

For a moment, the cold king felt as if he had returned to that afternoon many years ago.

That afternoon when he sat in the garden, basking in the sun, waiting for his best friend.

However, before the Witch King could sigh for a moment, the evil demon outside Pavillon accurately seized the slightest flaw he had revealed.

A hole was torn in Pavillon, which had not been breached for decades, and the collapsed bodies immediately swarmed in.

The Witch King suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of anger flashed in his cold eyes, and he rolled the spell dice.

He had to plug the gap as soon as possible, but he couldn't do two things at once.

Helhunzollon clenched his hands, feeling extremely angry at his mistake.

If that's the case, then we'll have no choice but to give up on Clyde, who's about to be reborn...

Although Clyde's performance far exceeded his expectations, Leitania is more important!

Herhunzollon did not hesitate, as he had made similar choices countless times before.

But before he could move, he heard familiar laughter coming from outside the palace.

"Hahaha! Herhunzolun, I'm here to help you!"

It's the Cyclopes!

Oh, this guy came at the right time...

Chapter 111 Chen Xiu: You, the Evil Devil, Really Make Me Happy!!! (4K)

The long marble steps glowed with a cold glaze in the dim light, and twelve white pillars carved with ancient Letanian language pierced the dome.

The scarlet velvet carpet stretched for a thousand meters from the lonely throne, passing through the palace and corridors and directly reaching the steps outside the palace gate. The coats of arms of the nine electors embroidered with gold thread had long faded to dark brown.

On both sides of the corridor, there are various tall statues, including soldiers, painters, scholars, and tuners...

The face of the statue is blurred, as if it represents a group rather than a specific person, a group that shines for Leithania.

Chen Xiu stood in the middle of the corridor, looking at the palace gate in the distance.

There is also a gate behind him. Through it is the place where the Witch King is, which is also the core of Pavillon.

In other words, my mission is to guard this place and not let any evil demon run in to attack Herhunzollon before the end of the ensemble ceremony. It's really a long-awaited tower defense!

Chen Xiu looked down at his situation. Although he had come here with the help of the reserved coordinates and the host, his real body was still in the real world. What came to Pavillon was just a projection.

He looked the same as the previous times he had met the Witch-King, a one-eyed giant with a blurry face and full of mystery.

After all, Sakota's appearance was not suitable, so Chen Xiu did not add halo and wings when creating the character.

In terms of status, it is similar to the Patriarch who was materialized from a dream into reality during the Lateran Catastrophe.

However, the Patriarch could only get partial support from the Lateran host.

And I can mobilize the full strength of the Lateran host.

Chen Xiu clenched his fists, and surging computing power was surging in his body.

Originally, I just wanted the Lateran host to help stabilize my cognition, but now it seems that He can do more.

This is also related to the unique nature of the wilderness. Many things that are difficult to do in reality are much easier to perform here.

"Let's capture the helpers we've decided on first."

Chen Xiu muttered to himself, thinking of a specific spatial coordinate in his mind, and then he picked it up casually.

A Lich Life Knot appeared in his hand, and the transparent silk strings were woven into a beautiful and fashionable shape. It seems that Miss Steel Plate also has a girlish heart!

The life knot that was picked up casually seemed to be unable to react to what happened at first.

After realizing that he had fallen into someone else's hands, he immediately struggled violently, trying to break through the space and escape.

But Chen Xiu just tightened his palm casually, and suppressed it completely as if he had descended the Five Finger Mountain.

He pulled the small tail of the life knot, which must be connected to the hole in Ermengarde's chest. The lich seemed to be able to communicate remotely through silk strings, so he might as well try to contact Miss Steel Plate.

'Good evening, Miss Ermengarde.'

An expedition camp at the foot of Una Volcano in northern Leithania.

Ermengarde was working late into the night, busy with the observation report for the past two days.

Suddenly, she felt an indescribable heart palpitation, which made her subconsciously cover her chest with a look of horror on her face.

The life knot I had stored in the void was stolen without any warning! !

Miss Lich's eyes widened and her whole body froze in place.

What exactly is going on! ?

I have set up thousands of various spells around the fate knot!

Detection, alert, defense, offense, support, really all the spells that can be stacked up are stacked up! !

How could someone steal my life knot without triggering any spells?!

Could it be that the teacher is just bored and is doing surprise checks on everyone?