647 And It Was So (1/2)

Oh no!

At the moment, everyone's expression changed drastically. Not waiting for Ye Qingxuan to finish his words, they instantly gathered up all their strength, and instead of attacking, they quickly dashed away.

But immediately after that, in midair, they felt that something was wrong.

The thunder-like blow they expected never struck.

Nothing even happened.

They turned back in surprise and only saw Schubert casting a look at Ye Qingxuan, a blank look in her eyes, which had no vigor in them at all. Then, she withdrew her gaze once more.

She lowered her head and continued reciting the scriptures.

Confusion, surprise, realization, and anger... Finally, their expressions turned to that of mockery.

As everyone looked on, Ye Qingxuan blushed, awkwardly retracted his seemingly incomparably impressive pose, and coughed twice.

He had just put on an act for nothing!

He threw the brooch that had been of no goddamn use to the side, madly cursing the Church in his heart!

He thought that he had turned the tables just now, and he even talked tough, but it ended up not working at all. The contrast between the situations before and after made him feel as if he had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and was unable to spit it out.

What on earth are the *ssholes in the Church thinking?! Despite having committed the awful act of making a person into a container for a scepter, they're too stingy to add one more control module, aren't they?!

Ye Qingxuan dryly laughed twice. ”Um, something came up last minute, do carry on with your chat, I'll take my leave first.”

However, just as he turned and took a step forward, iron ridges grew out and filled the ground in front of him. The sharp upper edges aimed straight at Ye Qingxuan's face.

The murderous intention was bone-chilling.

”A pretty good trick, Grand Inquisitor.” The old man in the lead wore a dark expression. ”You've successfully made fun of us and also given up your last chance.”

Ye Qingxuan sighed and tapped the ground with the staff of fate. ”In other words... I must fight?”

No one responded, and frenzied aether waves rose again.

Ye Qingxuan inwardly cursed. Raymond, that old fart, he just had to cause me more trouble even in his death. Devil knows what a weakling like him had relied on to command Schubert!

Surely he didn't rely on the reciting of scriptures instead of alchemy equipment?

Wait, reciting scriptures?

Despite being at such a nerve-racking juncture with the enemy looming in front, Ye Qingxuan was momentarily stunned.

He only just realized that since a while ago, the old nun had switched to reciting scriptures of the same verse without anyone noticing. ”...Fear thou the Lord and the king, and company not with them that are given to change. For their calamity shall rise suddenly. He that saith unto the wicked, 'Thou art righteous', peoples shall curse him, nations shall abhor him...”

he recited it over and over again, but it was still the same verse.

But the last sentence, the conclusion of the utmost importance, was missing from the Proverb.

Subconsciously, Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, ”— And the destruction from the Lord, who knoweth it?”

At the very moment, it was as if thunder had descended from the sky.

In midair, a rumble suddenly erupted from the scepter hanging high. Horrible thunder brewed within, and lightning burst forth. Everyone felt the bone-chilling cold coming from the old nun.

In a trace-like state, as if she was obeying the instruction of God, she raised her head, and the terrifying brilliance of God filled her hollow eyes.

The next moment, horrifying thunder burst forth from the element of the scepter in midair. It was as if a bright sun was rising between the heavens and the earth.

The mere act of gazing upon the fierce light close at hand would be enough to burn and damage one's eyes severely.

In the blink of an eye, while Ye Qingxuan only felt a horrifying heat descend from the sky, the thunder had turned into an ocean and engulfed everything.

When he opened his eyes again, he could only see a scorched blackness in front of him.

The thunder dissipated.

Everything seemed to imply that nothing had happened.

The six masters who stood in front of Ye Qingxuan had long since disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, they didn't even have time to escape. Under the thunderous wrath of the Saint, all of them turned to ashes. The thunder was like punishment from God. Wherever it passed, everything was all destroyed.

Their music theory cracked and collapsed, their bodies were destroyed, and even their ashes had evaporated entirely. Even the earth melted and changed into a splatter of grayish-black and scorching red colors, exuding a smell of sulfur that seemed to come from hell.

As all the bystanders looked on in surprise and shock, Ye Qingxuan was silent for a good while, then couldn't help but laugh.

He laughed loudly.

He finally understood how the Sacred City had commanded Schubert.

Non sunt multiplicanda entia sine necessitate [1] — The same was true for alchemy.

Since a better method existed, they need not add a crappy control circuit.

It had probably been planned from the very beginning?

A devout believer was to be used as the container to hold the elements and scepter born of the Holy Bible. Then, the Proverbs of the Holy Bible were used as the medium of communication.

After the original personality was erased by the music theory, the devout heart remaining would become the best way to control the container. As long as one mastered the contents of the Holy Bible, one could control it.

In simple words, as long as one could recite the entire Holy Bible, one could naturally understand how to communicate with Schubert.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingxuan's title as a bishop within the Church provided him with a command authority of minimum level.

Although some other more covert control circuit was certainly hidden within, the current extent was enough, provided that he simply wanted to use Schubert's scepter as a deterrent.

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan had commanded Schubert, in a flash, their surroundings were completely empty. All the musicians had run away completely.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan examined the old nun in front of him and his lips curled into a smile.