Silent Crown

Chapter 379 You Flatter Me

"Don't be afraid! Watch me!" That came from the mysterious Angloian grandmaster. However, then he gripped his chin and pondered for a long while before suddenly asking, "Oh right, little Yezi, what school do you study?"

Ye Qingxuan was speechless. Why did he have to call his name so intimately? Were they that close? But despite being annoyed, he replied honestly, "Abstinence, and also Illusion, Mind, and Revelations."

"Oh…oh?!" He was shocked. "Uh, you learned all that? That's great! But how come none of them are for fighting? Are you a pacifist?"

Ye Qingxuan was speechless again. "Just tell me what you need."

"Sure!" He pointed somewhere. "Later, watch my face. Once I make a gesture, take your most destructive music score and bomb in that direction, got it?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded. Then he looked up at the shadowy 'face' under the hood and almost died. "Can you show me your face first?"

"Ah, then just watch my eyes…err, whatever! Just do it!" Here, the weird master gave up on faces and eyes. He just rolled up his sleeves. Taking out a very familiar flute, he created the echoes of wind and sand. Instantly, a wolf howled. It seemed that pair after pair of beastly eyes lit up in the long night. Those eyes shone with green light, like will o' wisps.

Then pained cries sounded in the darkness. The Styx halted. A tiny and practically imperceptible 'opening' was created. Without time to think, Ye Qingxuan pulled out the sword in his knight's armor and wiped his finger on the blade.

Jiu Xiao Huan Pei's strings surged with lightning. Layers of electricity lay on the blade in his finger's path, forming music notes. It instantly wove into a complex yet majestic symphony of predestination. Then the blinding electricity disappeared, replaced by moonlight as blue as water. The sword seemed to reflect the nonexistent moonlight and cast a tangible murderous spirit.

All grandmasters within ten steps felt the hair-rising murderous intent converge on that sword. Even the fierce green gold sword could not bear the heaviness and clacked as if it would crack soon.

Ye Qingxuan gripped the hilt and hoisted the sword up. Scalding heat sprayed from the plate of armor on his back, giving him unprecedented power. Then he thrusted the sword forward.

Under the chilling melody, the sword of moonlight whistled and flew out! It was the symphony of predestination of Moonlight—the eighteenth measure Sword! The sword that seemed to be singing buried into the darkness. Like a pair of scissors, it cut apart the black velvet. The darkness cried out and evaporated.

The moonlight left a straight slash in the air. White waves rushed forward.

Everything was collapsing!

An explosion followed.

Pained cries sounded again.

One could vaguely see a grandmaster hidden in the darkness get slashed by the blade. A hole burst in his chest. The sacred bell in his hands was pierced too. It shattered, destroyed by the explosive moonlight, and transformed into black shards that flew in all directions.

The Styx called forth by the bell shook and disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan was more surprised that he had hit the mark. The moonlight was destructive against demons and dark musicians but was uncertain against people at the grandmaster level. A properly trained knight would never give his enemy to chance to aim at him.

The purification music theory within the moonlight could be sensed in a hundred-foot radius. Without waiting for the dark musician's reaction, the abyss music theory within him would turn on its own and try to avoid the moonlight. It could instantly destroy Ye Qingxuan. However, despite the odds, he had hit his mark and even pierced the weapon that controlled the Styx.

He quickly saw the answer.

The spreading moonlight illuminated a silver arc that swept back and forth. Its speed was incredible. It jumped and spun in place like a beam of refracting light. Everything in its path was ripped apart. No obstacle was an obstacle to it.

The dark musicians did not expect that a music score could cross the Styx and be used on them. Shocking gashes appeared on them.

The one who had been fatally wounded by Ye Qingxuan's Sword had his legs bitten. Unable to dodge, the silver light returned and pulverized his head. All that remained was a pile of writhing meat. It could not resist the moonlight's corrosion. It was instantly close to death.

"What the f*ck is this!" Crowley roared.

The Garment of Original Sin appeared to swallow the silver light. Darkness closed in instantly, blocking off all escape. However, the silver light disappeared strangely and the Garment missed.

The light appeared behind its master. This time, Ye Qingxuan finally saw the true nature of the light…It was extremely familiar. It was a seemingly real, seemingly illusory silver wolf!

In that moment, it flashed freely within the aether sea while appearing in the aether world and material world at the same time. Then it disappeared at once, 'jumping' out of the surroundings. With this power, it was understandable that the Styx could not block it. All enchantments, obstacles, and defenses were useless before this silver wolf!

"You?!" Ye Qingxuan gaped at the familiar flute in the grandmaster's hands. It finally dawned on him.

"Who is it?" Crowley roared. He stared at the man hidden in the darkness of the hood. "I know all the information of the grandmasters from these thirty years. There is no symphony of predestination from Summoning like this! Who are you?!"

"Grandmaster? I'm not a grandmaster anymore?" The man lifted his hood, revealing his hidden features. Facing everyone, he grinned. "You flatter me. I've only recently entered the Scepter level. You all can call me Wolf Flute."

Wolf Flute! Ye Qingxuan's mouth dropped open. His shock was partly due to the pleasant surprise of meeting an old friend and partly due to Wolf Flute's abilities.

When he first met Wolf Flute, he thought the man was a highly skilled musician. Ye Qingxuan never thought that he was a grandmaster! Within eight short months, he had upgraded his 'symphony of predestination' to a 'scepter.' Rather than a grandmaster, he was closer to a saint!

This was different from 'mock scepters' that masters such as Koch made from combining their symphonies of predestination with sacred weapons. The difference was like that of a sword and plain metal. They were both weapons but worlds away.

This was the first guy Ye Qingxuan had met who upgraded faster than him!

"Scared?" Wolf Flute whacked the back of his head. "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even come this time. So, the letter of recommendation I gave you was pretty good, right?"

"Ha, yeah, pretty good."

Pretty good? No, it was f*cking amazing! Other than a document stamped by the King of Red from the Pope's hall, nothing was more highly regarded than a letter of recommendation from Bach! Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan almost coughed out blood. It was rare for Wolf Flute to be reliable but that was too reliable!

But as they spoke, an abyss musician suddenly shot out a green beam. Ye Qingxuan rolled back reflexively. Then he felt dust falling from his helmet—it was all rusted flakes!

The green gold that was touched by the green light instantly rusted into dust. A foul odor lingered in the air. If Ye Qingxuan was not covered by the Blade Dancer and breathed using the liquidated oxygen within it, his lungs would probably be rotten now.

Wolf Flute's face changed, darkening considerably. The most infuriating thing in the world was someone coming up and slapping you when you're happily pretending to be cool…

"Yezi, stand behind me. Let me kill these failures!"