578 The Blood of Amber (1/2)

Things were getting bad.

Actually, it was very bad.

On the deadly-silent stage, only the melody of Requiem VI was lingering. 13 principal conductors stood in the darkness and silently guarded all the ways out.

Ye Qingxuan could feel the Symphonies of Predestination in them which were so real, and the even more terrible imposing manners of the musician in a grey coat and one in a red coat. They were the head and the deputy head of the first-generation Royal Music Division, respectively, and the two best musicians of Anglo and the School of Royalty. What's more, they were both Scepter musicians and were the best of the Scepter musicians. Although it was as though they had been brought back from the hands of death, it was not clear if they still had the power of a Scepter musician. Their names and their battle records were enough to send a chill down everyone's spine.

The 13 conductors and the 13 big musician divisions were the strongest power of the musicians when Anglo was at its peak.

Fighting against one of them, Ye Qingxuan would win as they were resurrected from death and thus were weaker than when they were alive. Fighting two of them, Ye Qingxuan would find it difficult to cope. Facing five of them, he would not hesitate at all to run away. Yet now, Ye Qingxuan would definitely lose, not to mention, he had to fight the head and deputy head of the first-generation royal musician divisions.

He became curious.

What brought these musicians, who have been dead for centuries, back to life? Do they have the same power as when they were alive? What do they have to do with Leviathan? Is the Seal of the royal palace of the Shadow of Avalon intact?

There seemed to be more and more questions.

Looking in the direction where they were looking, Ye Qingxuan saw the girl in the corner.

Mary? But why Mary? Why did those 13 conductors kill themselves with the Drug of Penglai? Why were they resurrected? Why are they chasing Mary? To show her their loyalty to the King's family?

That was hilarious. Ye Qingxuan was amused by his own thought.

He stood in front of Mary and looked at the 13 conductors. No, there were only 12 conductors as he had just snapped Nigel the Galaxy musician's head off. He was once a Scepter musician, yet he hadn't had the chance to use his Symphony of Predestination before he died for the second time.

It was so ridiculous that he was so weak! Ye Qingxuan could hardly believe he killed one of them by just one surprise attack.

When he was thinking about how to stall and find a way to get Mary and Christine out of the Shadow of Avalon, the musician in red raised his hand. He was the head of the first-generation musician divisions, the strongest of the 13 conductors, the scepter musician who had helped King Arthur build the School of Royalty. The Star Summoner, the Eye of Oddities, the Killer Whale, etc. He was called so many names; enough to write a whole history book.

It was said that he had had some problems when he was communicating with the oddities in the aether world and became homogenized by them. His real name and his intelligence had been dissolved in the aether, and he had even lost his original appearance. There was only blankness on his face, as if he were covered by fog.

The raised hand reached out toward Ye Qingxuan with a little glass bottle, the size of a fingernail, in it. In the glass bottle was some sticky liquid, the mere sight of which reminded Ye Qingxuan the smell of blood. It was weird and evil, yet fascinating.

In the shining glow of the liquid, a cold eye suddenly opened slowly. It was staring at Ye Qingxuan behind the blood curtain. It sent a chill down Ye Qingxuan's spine which spread like an electric shock throughout his whole body.

Ye Qingxuan stepped back. He was hardly able to suppress the urge to scream. He began to feel nauseous and fearful, almost losing his consciousness. At the same time, however, he wanted to kill. Every thought in his mind was dragging him into madness. He bent down and almost fell on the ground, sweating all over, gasping for breath. It was only a short second, yet he felt like being tortured for a long time.

Suddenly, the sound of Jiu Xiao Huan Pei was heard. It activated the blood of Deva in him, in which the silver moonlight rushed and swirled. Ye Qingxuan instantly became fully conscious and dispersed all the emotion inflicted upon him. Then, he ended the desire to kill and the madness in his mind.

He was freed.

Opening his eyes and wiping off the sweat on his forehead, he stepped a few more steps back and looked at the Blood of Amber in the Grand Conductor's hand.

What the hell was it? Screaming came from inside the Galahad's barrier. The iron barrier of wind and sword was torn up immediately.

It was broken from the inside?

Ye Qingxuan looked behind him and saw the blood-red eyes of Mary. Crazy firebirds were oozing out of every inch of her skin, more powerful than ever before. It liquidized into red blood and flew out of Mary's body, dripping into the blood pool on the ground which was full of ruin and madness, with blood flowing everywhere.

Her broken gown was immediately torn into small pieces by the firebird. Instead, she was wrapped up with a red layer of firebird.

Ye Qingxuan then understood—the grand conductor's Blood of Amber was not targeting him at all. It was attacking Mary!