581 The Spirit Won’t Pass On (2/2)
Regardless of which plan he has in mind, he must first obtain the blood of the royals to be able to move around freely in the forbidden areas within the shadow of Avalon. After Maxwell's act of treason, in all of Avalon, no one is of a purer bloodline than Mary…
After making sense of his motives, Ye Qingxuan could not help but snicker. ”Putting aside other factors for now, do you really think that you are still capable of turning Arthur into a catastrophe with your current ghostly form?”
He could sense the current state of the Dark Sovereign.
Weak, broken, and suffering.
The Dark Sovereign even has to hide in stone figurines, like a shattered soul. Even though White Crow has reappeared and may be providing him with various manners of support, he is still barely able to sustain himself.
Managing to resurrect the first generation members of the Royal Musician Division with all his efforts, albeit difficultly, is probably his limit. Plus, in the light of the present situation, it seems like the thirteen masters of the Royal Musician Division are not as easy to control as the Dark Sovereign imagined.
Otherwise, Nigel wouldn't have been killed immediately in my one-shot sneak attack, and Sigmund wouldn't have been able to impart all his knowledge of music theory upon me during our duel.
Then, where is the Dark Sovereign's confidence coming from?
As if the Dark Sovereign had perceived the young man's puzzlement, his incomplete face revealed a smile that made Ye Qingxuan somewhat uneasy.
”Didn't anyone tell you?” He whispered in Ye Qingxuan's ear, ”Arthur is voluntary in the whole matter.”
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan was frozen on the ground in shock.
Arthur is voluntary? Voluntary in being transformed into a catastrophe?
Why? Wait, if that's the case, a lot of things make sense now…
But if it's true, in other words... Everything the royal family has been doing is not to protect Arthur, but to imprison him?!
This is really...
”Enough of the gossip, Ye Qingxuan.” The Dark Sovereign laughed, his body of ashes flew upwards, floating in the sky. He waved, and the melody of Requiem VI blared. The shrill and mournful music echoed in the dark city. Red light lit up in the eyes of the 11 remaining masters, as they were completely dominated by the Dark Sovereign.
”I hope I have made the last of your time enjoyable for you just now.” The Dark Sovereign cackled. ”Since you've jumped into this trap out of your own initiative, then let's bring an end to the shallow grievances between us once and for all.” The body formed of ashes suddenly underwent a series of changes, and the ashes fell into the body of the principal conductor of the first generation of the Royal Musician Division.
Then, violent aether waves burst forth from his body. Countless music theories gushed out of the body of the principal conductor, entangling in the air, combining with each other and evolving. Finally, it formed a spectacular and magnificent scene. As if the mythical door to the nine layers of hell had been opened, countless phantom-like sights intertwined and condensed into a huge threshold.
It was... a scepter!
As one of the Three Pillar Gods, Hyakume naturally exerted a certain level of influence on the Originator. As a vital incarnation of Hyakume, the Dark Sovereign naturally benefited from the bounties bestowed upon him by Hyakume. Right from birth, the Dark Sovereign contained elements that Hyakume had extracted from the Originator.
The incarnations were born with natures similar to that of catastrophes. They differed from living things, like humans and demons, and were instead closer to pure creatures born of aether, such as the oddities brewed up in the realm of aether. To a certain extent, each of them could be considered a living artifact, a humanoid scepter!
The element of legend inherited by the Dark Sovereign was the concept in direct opposition to humanity's concept of the kingdom of heaven. It was the kingdom of darkness where all sinners would go after death.
It was the top-ranking element of mythology—the King of Hell!