People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 313 Qi Yan's Traditional Arts

"Brother, brother, stop fighting, the third red sun is coming out!"

Murphy lay on the ground, holding his head with his hands and screaming to warn.

Qi Yan looked up and saw that the third red sun had already taken shape above the Sunset Hall.

Gertrude, who was hiding in the dark and pulling the sound of the world, seemed to become a little anxious, or the conditions of the black keys and chalk were getting worse and worse, and the scale of this red sun was obviously smaller than the previous two.

Even so, the terrifying energy still made people's eyelids twitch. The red source stone fluctuations almost turned into substance, spreading like red mist in the Sunset Hall and continuously spreading to the outside city.

Accompanied by a burst of rapid piano music, the red sun rose up and continued to smash towards the tower.

The tower has no chance of resisting this attack.

The Queen's Voices who were running away stopped and felt a little heavy in their hearts, and the group of high tower warlocks were even more filled with despair.

Once the Elector dies, they will be faced with a punishment more terrible than death.

A group of people had pale faces as they watched the red sun hit the tall tower. The dull sound seemed to hit their hearts.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a clear sound of snapping fingers echoed.

The sound was not very loud, but it directly covered the sound of the red sun and echoed in the city of Visheheim.

A group of people were confused and looked towards the tower in astonishment.

The sound of snapping fingers came from the top of the tower.

And after that seemingly powerless snap, the red sun began to tremble and shatter, turning into red silk threads like a cocoon being unravelled, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

This miraculous scene shocked everyone present.

Even Qi Yan stopped beating Murphy, touched his chin, and a look of interest appeared in his eyes.

He could clearly feel that the snapping sound was clearly some kind of Originium technique.

After the snapping sound, the entire Visheheim was enveloped by the Originium technique, and all the sounds turned into weapons of the caster.

The sound of the wind blowing through the streets, people's breathing, even their heartbeats, and even the sound of the red sun itself became the power of the caster.

"Something."

Qi Yan grinned and said to the backstage of Sunset Hall in a teasing tone: "Gargamel, it seems that your plan has failed. Sunset Hall and the Voice of the World alone are not enough to break through the tower."

The piano music coming from the backstage was noticeably fluctuating, but soon became more manic.

Both Black Key and White Chalk had painful expressions on their faces.

The red Originium on their bodies seemed to have life, beating in a certain rhythm, as if a certain existence was slowly waking up from a deep sleep, and its heartbeat began to revive.

Black Key could still bear it at the moment because the Sound of the World in his body was intact and he himself was not infected.

But Bai Ke had clearly reached his limit. His expression was distorted by pain, and even red Originium crystal clusters began to grow on his body surface.

Qi Yan couldn't help but sigh when he saw this:

“We have to come to this point in the end.”

Murphy was shocked, not caring that he was bruised and swollen at the moment, and said incoherently with his dislocated chin:

"Brother, please save Bai Ke quickly, he can't hold on any longer!"

"Do you need to tell me?"

Qi Yan slapped Murphy to help him straighten his chin, then slowly walked to a nearby distance, bent down and picked up the staff that the captain of the tower warlock had dropped from his hand.

Qi Yan held the black staff, which was as thick as a finger and as long as a forearm, in his palm, and nodded with satisfaction:

"Let's be Harry Potter today, but we're still missing a broom."

Czerny, who was hiding in a corner not far away, saw Qi Yan pick up the staff and walk onto the stage step by step, and his eyes widened.

"Is Mr. Qi Yan finally going to show off his musical talent?"

Czerny's tone was filled with excitement that could not be concealed: "Is he going to use Originium techniques to analyze the Sound of the World, and then make an adaptation and guidance for Light and Shadow on the spot?"

"…He'd better not."

Arturo's face turned pale. He took two steps back, found a corner, squatted down skillfully, and covered his ears with his hands.

Unfortunately, Czerny, who was already in an excited state at the moment, did not hear Arturo's words at all. He stared at Qi Yan's back with fanatical eyes.

Not only him, but also the Queen's Voices around him and the tower warlocks who were hiding in the distance and trembling, could not suppress their curiosity and wanted to know what method Qi Yan would use to solve the hidden dangers of the Voice of the World under such circumstances.

Hei Jian and Bai Ke noticed Qi Yan coming, but unfortunately they no longer had the energy to respond.

Now, they have completely turned into puppets of the world's voice, and their words and actions are not determined by themselves.

There was a flash of determination in Hei Jian's eyes, and he tried to signal with his eyes that Qi Yan should rescue Bai Ke first.

But Qi Yan acted as if he didn't see Hei Jian's eyes. He walked straight to Hei Jian with a smile on his face.

At the same time, the staff in his hand was also raised.

"Witch King, you old thing have been hiding in the Black Key's head for so long without making any movement. Are you also like the Elector and becoming a coward?"

Qi Yan's smile gradually turned crazy, and he pointed his staff at his temple: "Do you know that I have been thinking about you for a long time? Tallulah has Old Black Snake, Xiao Mo has Black Lock Staff, and I only have Dabai who is dumb all day long. How about letting you come and chat with me?"

Hei Jian's pupils suddenly shrank into a point.

He never dreamed that his biggest secret had already been known by Qi Yan.

The consciousness in Black Key's mind was also in shock.

"What is this psychopath talking about...huh?"

With a cry of surprise from the Witch King's consciousness, Qi Yan directly inserted the staff in his hand into his head and then stirred it frantically.

Blood gushed out, and a few spots of scarlet blood splattered on Hei Jian's face.

Half of Qi Yan's face was stained red with blood. The smile on his lips became more and more exaggerated. His eyeballs rolled around uncontrollably and he fell straight back.

The black keys and chalk were so startled that they were out of control of the earthly sounds, and the performance came to an abrupt halt.

The next moment, before the two could react, the worldly sounds in their bodies completely went out of control, and the manic Originium fluctuations surged through their limbs and bones.

"what!"

The two of them immediately roared in pain and fell to their knees on the stage.

The original crystal clusters on the surface of the Cretaceous body were growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a tendency for them to submerge him.

Even Gertrude, who was at the back of the stage, was attacked by the sound of the world and let out a scream.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Hei Jian tried hard to support his body, looking at Qi Yan's body lying in front of him in disbelief, but soon the Witch King in his mind suddenly exploded.

"It's you, it's you!"

"That ghostly singing voice half a year ago that I will never forget, turned out to be you!"

"Wait, don't come over here!"

"Well!"

For a moment, Black Key had to endure the backlash of the Sound of the World, as well as the pain of the Witch King yelling in his mind. The double torture of physical and mental made Black Key have an urge to die early and be reborn.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness from the torture, he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his mind.

'Hehehe, Witch King, I'm coming in!'