781 Why Bother? (2/2)
Yet you are stirring up so much trouble now...
Why bother?
”In the end, after all, we still have to fight.” He reached out and tied his long hair that had been hanging loose into a ponytail behind his head, nodding slightly. ”Then, let's fight.”
In the sky, the expression of the scepter musician in the lead was dark. ”You refuse a toast [4] ...”
Boom! After a glaring ray of light flew past, half of his bloody body fell from the sky.
Facing the rest, whose faces had turned ghastly white, Ye Qingxuan nodded slightly. ”The first.”
He took a step forward, and countless stars rose from behind him. A brilliant and majestic aura rose into the sky, scraping against the invisible music theory in the empty air, and the sharp noise of metals colliding sounded.
The staff of authority of the King of Yellow and the power of the Great Wall clashed.
Under the blockade of the Great Wall, all aether ceased to flow, but under the propulsion of the staff of authority of the King of Yellow, the frozen aether was violently mobilized by an invisible force again.
It was as if water that had frozen into ice in a stone urn was forcibly stirred with an iron rod. Ice cubes fell apart, and a bone-chilling cold spread, and countless fine pieces of ice flew out in all directions.
Then, the melody of From the New World sounded.
Stars erupted.
Another spot of scarlet exploded in the sky.
”The second...” Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, and was done tidying his collar based on his reflection in the broken bronze mirror in the ruins. In the rumble, he advanced towards the palace in the distance, going against the iron-like stream of cavalry rushing towards him in the street.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! He seemed to be dragging an invisible behemoth around with every move, and the sound of countless strings snapping rang out one after another.
The Great Wall that was built and maintained by Aurora for centuries pressed down in the capital at the moment. The horrifying gravitational force that was enough to suppress a catastrophe was imposed on Ye Qingxuan's scepter.
At the moment, even the existence of the Sea of Aether seemed to have become so far away, let alone the Net of Aether.
The element of the fragment of the Wheel of Balance that the Aurora had obtained was ”maintenance.”
After incorporating the element of maintenance into it, the Great Wall had become almost indestructible, and the level of stability of its music theory had risen to an extent that humans had difficulty imagining, and it had no gaps at all.
The huge enchantment separating the inside and outside was shrinking at the moment, becoming a cage that trapped Ye Qingxuan.
Even though he had the authority of the King of Yellow in hand, the aether he could mobilize was becoming less and less…
Dozens of musicians in the sky were attacking Ye Qingxuan with all their might at the moment, disregarding their own life and death, forcing him to continue fighting back and waste the power of the Dragon Bloodline.
”That's it, don't stop!” The musician conducting the attack at the scene tightly clutched the scroll that allowed them to use the power of the Great Wall to block the attacks of Ye Qingxuan, and his expression was ruthless. ”Even catastrophes have their limits. I don't believe that he could still squander his power after the Net of Aether was cut off and he no longer had access to the strategic reserves of Anglo...”
At the very moment, he felt a cold gaze on him.
It was from Ye Qingxuan, who was on the ground.
It was not a murderous intent driven by embarrassment and anger.
It was an indifference and disregard for someone making a fool of himself.
Ye Qingxuan glanced at the commander, then withdrew his gaze like he couldn't care less. Then he fished out the last pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and ignited a wisp of flame with his finger. After lighting the cigarette, he inhaled slowly, then exhaled a blue wisp of smoke towards the sky.
Despite being surrounded by thousands of soldiers on horses, he acted as if no one else was around.
The musician was provoked by the contempt in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, his face becoming purple with rage, and he furiously gave the order to attack, ”With the nets in the sky and the snares on the ground to trap you, let's see how long you can continue being arrogant!”
Then, he saw it.
On the ground, Ye Qingxuan's hand, which was holding a cigarette, slowly lifted and pointed to the sky.
In the frozen wind, the dark red glow of the flame flickered at his fingertips. The grayish-white smoke condensed into a line, rising toward the sky.
It was the last strand of aether contained in Ye Qingxuan's blood.
Attached to the smoke, it turned into a speck of burning star and rose into the sky. After gathering the music theory of the New Testament sword, the star that contained endless electricity soared above the sky in a flash.
In the star, countless complicated alchemy arrays emerged. In the blink of an eye, the four layers of outflow, creation, formation, and circulation were completely constructed. In the space that was even smaller than the point of a needle, countless strands of music theory were shaking, connecting with each other, forming a structure that was almost impossible to observe with the naked eye.
Then, it exploded with a boom!
It was light.
It was a pure and violent light of music theory!
It was only maintained for an instant.
Light that had sparked for tens of thousands of times superposed. As it flickered in and out of existence, it formed the violent electricity of Gungnir. It went up, up, and further up... After tearing the layers of shackles apart, it disappeared in the blockade of the Great Wall.
However, the fierce light that was bright enough to be observed by the human eye passed through the illusion of the sea of clouds covering the Aurora, sending a signal to the steel warship hovering above the clouds—I'm here.
At the moment, the Mountain of Nomadism awakened from its slumber, the deck opened layer by layer, and even the armor on most of its hull fell off as the rivets broke.
Concealed by the armor and deck was the terrifying main battery that occupied nearly one-third of the hull.
At the moment, as the ship turned, it took aim at where the light was.
Hephaestus was started!
[1][2][3] Various metaphors that mean ”casting someone aside when he has served his purpose.”
[4] The complete proverb is ”refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit.” It means ”showing no appreciation of favors offered by others and choosing to do things the hard way.”