765 I Trust You’ve Been Well (2/2)
”No!” He categorically denied Ye Qingxuan's request. ”Without His Majesty's orders, or an official's command, the gates cannot open!”
Ye Qingxuan sighed. ”Then where is your official?”
”Inside the city.”
”And His Majesty?”
”You fool, he's in the capital, of course.” The musician guarding the city looked at him like he was an idiot.
”That is to say, if I don't have His Majesty's decree, and don't have your official's command, I can't enter the city.” Ye Qingxuan nodded. ”But if I can't enter the city, how can I ask your official for his command? Or ask His Majesty to make a decree?”
The musician paused and looked embarrassed.
”Haha, it was a joke, please pay no mind.” Ye Qingxuan sighed and rolled up his sleeves. ”At first I didn't expect you to be able to make me go get my things back so smoothly. But since you're in my way, I can't be blamed for getting involved personally, can I?” Before he had finished speaking, the New Testament Sword appeared in his hands, and the World Tree's arrays condensed in the sky.
His calm wave of aether grew violent and rushed into the air.
The whole city shook with a loud crash.
It was as if the sun had descended. Dust flew up frightfully and danced in the air.
Ear piercing alarms sounded from within the gate. In a flash, hundreds of musicians who had been awaiting orders took off into the air, and a terrible pressure locked onto Ye Qingxuan.
”Yes, this is more fun.” Ye Qingxuan laughed.
This was right. This was right.
If there was no one to block his way, he wouldn't have to play the villain.
…
Heaven's Gate was built to guard against danger. It was situated between two mountains. The mountains were high, and there was nowhere to climb them. The three gates were nearly unassailable, inside and outside. The walls were filled with arrow slits and other mechanisms, and every 20 paces, there was a pot of oil that was kept boiling day and night.
For common people, a height of several hundred meters could be considered as reaching into the clouds, but for a musician, even a common one, with a little preparation they could fly over it.
However, compared to the impregnable city gate, the sky above the gate was the real death trap. Between the three gates, Redbud Gate was the biggest, but Heaven's Gate was the most dangerous.
This was because this place was blessed by the Great Wall.
The gate on the ground was as strong as metal, and the air above the gate was filled with torrents of aether, forming an invisible wall. Once you had carelessly entered it, you would be locked down by the Great Wall within an instant. Next, all the terrible power of the Empire of Aurora would be added to it, and a pressure powerful enough to crush coal into diamonds would kill any living thing.
The ground had an impregnable pass to defend it, and the sky was covered by the Great Wall.
This truly was Heaven's Gate.
Compared to the sky that was seemingly empty, but really hid mortal danger, it would be much easier to break through on the ground. In the histories of past dynasties, Heaven's Gate had only been broken through twice, and one of those times it had been opened from the inside by traitors.
The only time that counted as a true breakthrough, they had used the most brutal method—they had forcibly attacked Heaven's Gate for six months. Corpses had filled the field, and they had captured the city by means of piling them up to a great height.
Thus, all along, people had unparalleled confidence in Heaven's Gate.
But now that unshakable confidence had dissipated.
And there was only one enemy.
But that guy… Was he really human?
At that moment, a torrent of aether erupted from Ye Qingxuan's body, intertwining into a burning cloud of light in the sky. Under the cover of the World Tree's arrays, the lightning formed by the Music Theory of Reform emerged from the cloud of light. The startling electricity gathered together into a bunch and fell into Ye Qingxuan's hand, blending with the New Testament Sword.
Facing the slowly rising sword of electricity, the wall that was made of bluestone, reinforced with enchantments, and nearly unbreakable under the cover of the Dragon's Bloodline trembled.
The gate roared madly like a beast of prey.
Dust flew up chaotically and scattered in all directions.
In the blazing light and heat, the King of Yellow's crown emerged from the void, and bestowed its blessing upon Ye Qingxuan, causing its majestic divinity to run through his body, flowing between him and the World Tree.
The incarnation of the deity had arrived.
The power of a god in the hands of a man radiated out a majestic movement.
Gungnir, which had nearly pierced Avalon's defenses in a single attack, reappeared. One, two, three, four, and finally, with the power of the New World, dozens of Gungnirs overlapped, reproducing the martial power of the catastrophe Odin.
At that moment, the spear of destruction cleaved through the air!
The roar of the heavens and earth shaking spread hundreds of miles. The earth that had been solidified into a monolithic block trembled, and beyond the coverage of the enchantment, a ringlike crack that covered all of Heaven's Gate faintly appeared.
Originally Heaven's Gate had seemed like a nail that had been hammered into a strategically located position, but now how could this nail be prevented from falling apart under Ye Qingxuan's attack?
In a flash, he had broken through the outer enchantments, and as he collided with the projection of the Great Wall, numerous cracks emerged from the void. Amid the roar, the burning Gungnir inched forward.
The musician who was defending the city's face went pale. He wanted to retreat, but he was fixed in place by the immense pressure. It was difficult to hide, and he could only watch as Gungnir inched closer to his head.
Even if the Great Wall consumed 90 percent of its power, the remaining ten percent still could not be resisted by humans! Just the aftermath would be enough to burn everyone in the city to ash.
At that moment, a hand pulled the musician away from there, threw him to the side, and then faced the oncoming Gungnir.
In the blazing light, powerful turbulence spread out, like a giant's wild heartbeat, like iron drums, like thunder, shaking people to the core and making everyone's vision go dark.
After the lightning disappeared, the slightly older middle-aged man could not help but take a step back. His hand was scorched black, and his wounds had difficulty closing as electricity still ran through them.
He sighed, closed his hand, and looked at the musician who had gone limp beside him. His eyes went cold. ”You should have notified me earlier about this sort of thing. Why did you take matters into your own hands?”
The musician's face twitched. He said nothing.
He sighed and waved impatiently. ”I don't know who told you to do this. You can go explain it to the commandants yourself.” Two commandants quickly came forward and dragged the musician away, just like pulling a dead dog away by its collar, and pulled him off into the city.
Now the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and hid his injured hand behind him. He looked at the young man below the city.
”Long time no see, little Yezi.”
”Mr. Hu?”
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and could not help but laugh softly. ”I trust you've been well?”