295 Believe and it Will Be Real (1/2)
When that hand reached out, the dark vortex immediately collapsed silently. All the power was drawn by that palm to turn itself into a faint figure. There seemed to be layers of curtains in the middle. The shadow was so vague but kept disturbing the surrounding music theory. Everything it passed all fell into the black zone of the rioting aether.
The dark area trembled, making the figure seem especially unreal. This was the resistance of Avalon's Shadow.
Here was Arthur's scepter, the fallen 'Heaven on Earth.’ Its music theory rejected the invasion of external forces. The immense presence in the aetheric world could not enter the physical world. If he wanted to pass through that door, he must suppress his power from the level of God and truly become his incarnate.
That figure huffed coldly. The aura of the abyss changed violently. Instantly, countless music theories interweaved. When the terrifying aura was gone, the figure grew gradually clearer after the blurry illusion.
An old face first emerged. That weathered face had thirty-two faces. They changed constantly but were full of gloom and deceit. The two eyes were overwhelming like an abyss. He wore a vague robe that contained the splendor and majesty of the world. He was one of the nine incarnations of Hyakume in the World, the king of change and chaos—the Dark Lord.
He stepped into the void, walked toward the direction of the palace step by step leisurely. Looking at Jerome’s stagnant figure, he sneered.
”Presumptuous.”
Boom! The frozen world broke free from the shackles and began moved again. But under the rumbling, everything was different from before. The enchantment collapsed instantly. All the royal musicians were fatally wounded and bled from all openings. The matrix of the spears of Mary fell apart. This was only from the aftershock.
Jerome’s body warped. The symphony of predestination brewing in his heart broke immediately. The ring of resonance disintegrated and dense blood mist spouted from the body. He collapsed to the ground soundlessly. The sacred spear fell from his hands and rolled in the pool of blood.
The Dark Lord fell upon the Earth. Gavin, dressed in a red robe, knelt. The dark musicians knelt as well and dared not move. The Dark Lord passed his disciples and went toward the palace.
At the end of the line, Naberius shook and twitched. He forced himself to raise his head and look at the approaching shadow. He made his all effort to ask with his hoarse voice, ”I’ve met my promise! After sixty years of penance, where is my freedom?!”
The Dark Lord passed by without looking at him. A finger pointed vaguely between his eyebrows. The hoarse voice said, ”As you expect, clown, you are free.”
Naberius only heard a snap in the brain. Blood flowed down his face, tragically and pathetically. He bowed his head, vomiting blood, but he could not help but smile in ecstasy. The shackles that had restrained him more than sixty years had disappeared.
He lowered his head and grinned widely. ”Well, what else can I do, your Majesty?”
”These realms are beyond thou. Thou shall only look up.” The Dark Lord laughed disdainfully and thoughtfully gazed at the dark palace ahead. ”Witness the wonders of the world! A new member of the ‘dark followers’ is born!”
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”Hey, are you alright? How can you die so easily? At least struggle a bit!” Charles shook Jerome’s body in the pool of blood. ”You couldn’t act cool for more than three seconds! How can you go?”
Jerome was still breathing. He opened his eyes with difficulty and vomited foul blood. The theory of the abyss was lingering in his body, dragging him into the Hell. He was rapidly aging and dying.
”Wait a minute. I'll treat you right away.” Charles wanted to bandage Jerome but he froze. He did not know where to start. He did not even know how Jerome was hurt.
”It’s no use.” Jerome was very weak now. ”Charles, nothing can save me.”
”Then what will I do?” Charles wanted to cry. ”You all pretended to be cool, but why do you have to take me with when you die! Help! Help! If anyone can help me, I’ll marry them.”
”Shut up.” Jerome’s face was pale with wrath. He vomited more blood but stared at Charles seriously. ”Can you be a man? Charles, where is your dignity? You shout for help but who's going to save you?”
”If I believe it, it’ll be real.” Charles wiped his tear and choked out, ”Perhaps in the next moment, my junior will descend from the sky and save me. He’s really powerful!”
”You...” Jerome kept vomiting out blood with no strength to scold him again. Then just enjoy your dream, at least you can die with hope. He lay in a pool of blood and looked wearily at the dim sky. He saw the moonlight. Among the dim stars, moonlight shone from the sky.
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