Reincarnation Band Magician

After going down the stairs, Aura bit her lip and sat back on the throne silently.

In fact, Graosam didn't really want to stop it, because Aura was really unpleasant, and it could be seen now. Everyone was standing, and she asked her subordinates to bring a chair for them to sit on.

Lugna, Guillotine's subordinate, kept trying to remind him of this from a distance, but the magic power of the Seven Sages was so overwhelming that he couldn't speak.

In the past, Aura would even take the initiative to taunt other demons.

Now, she was much quieter. She had changed out of her provocative attire that imitated that of human nobles. She was only wearing a black gauze skirt. When she was silent, her temperament was enough to blend in with the Seven Sages.

Improved fashion sense.

Qing walked over, thought about it, and did not provoke this acquaintance.

Fulilian and Xiangzi had no expression on their faces, only seriousness, not fear.

All the Seven Collapse Sages are here. The power accumulated by the Great Demon Clan over the years is so great that ordinary people probably don’t even dare to look directly at it. There are also many demons around like a tide.

They are now all dominated by Aura, and will later serve as fill-in babies to face the Hero of the South. Under the constraints of magic, they will charge forward fearlessly. Those magicians also have a way of bursting magic power to act as bombs.

It would be a good idea to make use of these garbage and waste that were unruly and useless to the demon clan in the past.

Qing likes them very much because they all look strong. I hope they are not garbage with three decimal places.

However, the focus is still on these few people.

Old friend Aura the Guillotine, travel companion Mahat from the Golden Country, and the miracle Graosum whose real body is eating pudding somewhere unknown.

In addition, the most conspicuous is the immortal Bezer, a tall demon wearing full armor, with distinctive long curved horns.

The other three Qing had not yet met. One was a lively-looking boy, a petite girl, and a quiet-looking girl.

Although they were curious about why humans and elves were approaching, they did not react.

Only Aura.

This great demon never cared about the atmosphere.

"Haha, it's been a long time—— haven't seen you~"

Her tone was controlled again. She instinctively aroused human anger in this way, and it became a habit.

"Long time no see, you look more beautiful now."

Qing has always been good at talking.

Aura's smile froze on her face.

Why is it dressed like this? Because this dress can cover wounds.

Her right hand.

"Human, you don't stand a chance this time."

"Perhaps, but if we get any closer than that, Ms. Aura won't stand a chance."

Even now, they are already within the attack range. Unlike humans, the way humans exert force, at this distance, with the other party holding a stereotype of humans, Qing feels confident that he can take down one of the five Seven Bengxians other than Mahat and Graosam.

Unfortunately not.

In the subsequent battles, his characteristics will be exposed, and there will be no such good opportunity again. The magic of the Seven Collapse Sages has its own characteristics. If they fight freely, Qing may still be at a disadvantage now.

The short six years are not enough to make up for the gap of six hundred years.

It's a pity, but Aula could only take it out and scratch the itch on his right hand to relieve it.

The crystal scale creaked, and Aura sat down with great determination, not looking over there.

A short break on the journey: 211, Dual Swords

Anger. Besides anger, Aura also felt a desire.

This person...I want it so much.

Aura loved strong warriors, and now, she felt that feeling in Qing.

Moreover, his appearance was the type she liked, with a pretty face and a well-proportioned figure. Standing next to her, he didn't look short and lacking in dignity like those stupid guys before.

The shame of having his arm broken off cannot be washed away by killing the other person. After controlling him, whether he is ordered to serve as a servant or trampled underfoot to humiliate him, in short, he must be made to pay back tenfold.

The desire for revenge fuels the craving.

Want, want, want, want...

It's like a child seeing his favorite toy, unable to control himself.

The other great demons didn't react much, and Mahat nodded to Qing.

Shulahat is also in place.

Just wait quietly like this.

Because he didn't know how long he would have to wait, Qing opened the box boredly and took out the violin.

It was bought in the port city, using the space saved from Fulilian's teeth.

He began checking and debugging as if no one was around, and the noise attracted the attention of the surrounding demons.

Seeing this, Xiangzi also took out the clarinet from Fulilian's box, cleaned and assembled it. The temperature in the north is relatively low, so he exhaled gently to warm up the inner wall to avoid damage.

There was also a burst of noise at first.

The polite Qing thought it was inappropriate to ask the audience to stand, so he snapped his fingers, and chairs similar in shape to Aura appeared behind the great demons, including Shulahart.

"Just think of it as a way to pass the time while waiting."

Qing said as he clamped the instrument.

Xiangzi also finished debugging.

She felt a little regretful. There were many instruments suitable for playing with the violin, but the one she was best at and could do best was, of course, the piano.

It would be great if there was a magic that could use magic power to construct musical instruments, so that we could have a band wherever we go.

Shulahat sat down calmly.

He had never heard of human music, and in that cold future, there was no time to appreciate it.

Mahat had heard this many times and sat down with basic respect.

Aura's attention fell on the violin. She thought the instrument was good, the posture was elegant enough, the tone was also to her liking, and the bowing movement was like cutting the throat, which had a unique beauty.

As a boring pastime, I can try it later, but there shouldn't be anyone in the demon clan who understands this, so I have to find a human... Well, maybe it doesn't have to be that troublesome, the one in front of me is it.

If the head is not chopped off, the dominated person can still retain his thoughts.

If the guy is willing to obey, then she will show mercy and let go of the humiliation of licking feet.

After treating the other party as one's own, such performance is like a servant pleasing his master, which is very adorable.

Aura was in good spirits.

Bezer glanced behind him. His chair was larger than the others'. Was it because he was bigger too? From a technical perspective, he had pretty good skills.

He was not interested in music and did not want to do anything unnecessary before the war.

But not every Seven Bengxian is so reasonable.

The demon who looked like an active young man looked at them and laughed, "Stop making so much noise, human, you are a lower-class creature. You should know yourselves. Standing there trembling is the right attitude for you."

Unlike the other Seven Bengxians Qing knew, this one was particularly concerned about his identity as a demon and had an obvious contempt for humans.

And those few looked down on everyone, no matter if they were of the same race or human beings.

It looks a bit clownish in comparison.

The young Qi Bengxian did not expect his colleagues to respond, he just expressed his opinion normally.

But, they responded.

As soon as he finished speaking, one of his horns turned into gold.

Aura thought this guy was very noisy. He was something that had only entered the industry in the last few hundred years. Before Lord Aura could speak, an elite undead warrior drew his sword and pointed it at him.

Mahat said indifferently, "You are noisy, shut up."

Aura supported her cheek with one hand, not even looking at him. "It's rare that I agree. Be quiet."

He was about to say something else and looked at Graosam.

The other party seemed not to have heard it, sitting quietly and straight in the chair, as if it was not him who had said "Don't fight" before.

This is also a statement.

All three of the Seven Collapsed Sages have performed.

Shulahat opened his dark eyes.

“They’re important.”

Without saying much, even though he was an outlier among the demons, the omniscient one with a strong sense of tribe had a cold side to him.

Don't talk to worthless things, such as the dead.

"The soundcheck just now was indeed a bit messy. Please sit down and enjoy it. The real performance will begin next."

Qing is not a tolerant person, but music is an art form with a strong sense of atmosphere. When people around are swearing, perhaps only instruments like suona can seem to be in tune with the crowd.

For the atmosphere.

This song is not just for entertainment, it is played for the brave man.

I hope he can see this scene in his future vision.

It’s still “One Step Away”.

The rhythm that should have been slow became trembling and passionate, and regret echoed at the same time as it was warm.

Fulilian sat aside and thought for a moment, and the magic of the flower field blossomed, and white flowers enveloped the surroundings and covered the ground.

In fact, there are not many songs in Qinghui, and this one is the best. What follows is a tragic battlefield. The brave man with power arrives at this battlefield with regret.

At least in the end, let him feel the dance, the music and the flowers.

The next song was Chopin's "Funeral March".

Qing's performance was not great, but he tried his best.

After the two songs ended, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance, and a middle-aged man with a beautiful mustache, carrying two swords and a fluttering cloak, arrived.

His clothes were bright and clean, and every piece seemed to have been carefully taken care of, even the buttons reflected a warm glow.

After all, it's the last battle.

……

On the battlefield, which was riddled with holes and potholes, a few remaining flowers covered the fragments of wood, and the remains of violins and clarinets were buried in the soil.

[Prepare to fight or flee——]

The voice is still in my ears.

There was a wind blowing in my face.

Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his body moving faster than his mind, the glow of the two crossed swords was like two crescent moons.

The remains of the body fell.

The unexpectedly smooth feel made him look down at the sword in his hand.

It wasn't his usual crystal sword.

He had been looking for the right weapons, but had been delayed by various things, and now they were here.

"The one on the left is 'Nightingale'. It makes a nice sound when it waves. The one on the right is 'Swift'. I've cut off the swallow's tail."

Fulilian, who had a wound on her shoulder, came over and leaned against Qing.

"That guy said that when he was showing off."

Traces of battle were left all over the land. There were so many corpses of demons that the dissipation of magic power in the area became slow, and black smoke and debris were everywhere.

There is no time to think.

Qing found Xiangzi, who was also a little embarrassed, and grabbed her arm, "It's time to run."

"I know. Where?"