509 Black Branches of the Abyss (2/2)
Even though it was as small as dust compared to giant monsters like dark ministers, it still burned in anger, and hurled out blazing lights.
The roar broke the sky like a sudden thunder, reverberating in the Sacred City.
Heavenly Thunder!
”Death to the demons!”
The hoarse old voice echoed. The Symphony of Predestination shook in the old man's body that had already been set on fire. The flames spewed out of his mouth and nose, and his eyes burst with fierce lights.
He rushed to Menti while he was burning.
”Madcap...” Menti mocked him. Then it bent the roots with the abyssal movement, sent them bursting out to that faint light.
The light was extinguished, as if it was crushing a firefly.
But for that moment, the black roots found no one there!
No one!
The door of mist opened again. A figure passed through layers of dark music theories and took the blow with his own body. He rushed to Ye Qingxuan without any hesitation, reached out, and carefully pulled the broken moonlight into his arms.
Disregarding the angry roots that pierced his body.
Burning blood dropped from his face, fell in his arms, with high heat and pain.
The abyss music theory was like a thorn, tearing his flesh and causing his Symphony of Predestination to fall apart.
”Who are… you?”
Ye Qingxuan froze. He had never seen this seriously wounded old man, nor did he expect that someone would be willing to burn the Symphony of Predestination, to face an enemy like black branches of the abyss, and risk his life to save Ye Qingxuan's.
When the old man heard his voice, he smiled hard and didn't a word.
The smile was embarrassed and happy, as if he felt that he had done a great thing.
”Go...”
Under the erosion of the abyss roots, he exhausted his strength and gently pushed the moonlight forward.
In his body, the Symphony of Predestination was completely broken down. However, his remaining strength opened a small door of mist in the outflowing layer.
A door leading to the outside world.
Go.
Go now.
The old musician laughed and allowed the branches of the abyss to sprout out from his body and pierce through his five sense organs. But he looked very happy and satisfied.
Very good! This is very good.
I had no courage to be a hero for my entire mediocre life, but at least this dead body can still leave a seed of hero for the world.
Snap!
His smile froze.
A sharp branch exploded out of his chest, through his lungs and heart. The branch extended forward and stopped the moonlight in front of the mist door.
Even though the door of mist was only a few millimeters away.
A step away.
Menti crushed the door of mist, and looked at the old man indifferently:
”You thought you could save him?”
Blood foam flew backward into the broken lungs and flushed into his mouth. The old musician looked at the door of mist with regret and lowered his head.
”I wanted… to try it… but...”
The old musician sighed with his last strength and laughed at himself. ”At least... the death is decent...”
He said, ”I'm sorry.”
In the distance, the young man screamed in pain. The roots of the abyss had torn up the old musician completely, leaving no bones.
Blood rained.
Fell on the white moon.
Ye Qingxuan kept silent for a while, stared sadly at the place where the old musician was for the last moment.
Before he died, the old musician told me that he was sorry.
He was sorry for not being able to save me.
But I should be the one to say sorry.
He lowered his head in disgrace.
On the ground, the young man didn't leave. Holding the thing his master left behind, he ran into the abyssalized city, rushed into the sky, and slammed the giant shadow that covered the sky, screaming with tears.
He wanted revenge for his teacher.
Menti stretched out a tentacle with no expression on his face.
The young man fell apart.
Only the metal organ that he had held in his hand fell from the air. The last heritage of the School of Mist fell onto the steel ground and shattered.
The angry and desperate sound echoed in the silent city.
It woke up those eyes that hadn't been able to look.
In the dead city, silent musicians clenched their fists.
”God, please have mercy on me.”
Some people whispered and prayed for the last time.
”Please lead me to the heaven.”
Immediately afterwards, a fiery glow suddenly appeared from the man's body in the dark, dead city.
In the darkness, it rose like a morning star.
This man flew from the earth to the sky, with the heart sound movement blaring. Like the young man, he rushed to the enemy.
An invincible enemy.
Then, came the second glow, the third glow...
In this dead city, among the blood and the dead, some people stood out, clenched their swords and weapons, and rose one after another.
Just like moths flying into the fire, they crashed into the shadow of the abyss tree.
They provoked the giant monster in front of them, and were torn up lightly, leaving the burning blood to splash in the city and bring a brief moment of dim light.
God, I deliver my soul to you. Please have mercy on me.
Please lead me to heaven.
Then they walked toward death.
Ye Qingxuan turned his head and couldn't bear to look at them again.
”Are they your helpers?” Looking at Ye Qingxuan with confusion, Menti laughed and shook its head with self-mockery. ”I was scared by what Paganini had said. I thought you were strong enough to fight back.”
”Actually, they shouldn't have come to save me.” Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and whispered, ”Otherwise, they wouldn't die so… with no value...”
”It seems that I overestimated you.” Menti shook its head. The giant tree shook violently. More roots stretched out from the shadow and pierced into the enchantment of the Sacred City, turning the giant enchantment into more soil for it grow on .
”You know what?” Menti suddenly heard the voice of Ye Qingxuan. ”In the Temple, my favorite chapter is the third chapter of Matthew.”