Crown of Silence

Although they were separated by a long distance, with the presence of the Revelation Musicians, the musicians of the Holy City still saw the whole process clearly.

Now the ether was in chaos, and some movements were fragile and could not even be performed directly, which directly cut off the possibility of directly obtaining the on-site situation through music theory detection. However, there were as many movements as needed to enhance the ears and eyes.

Moreover, the distance of twenty or thirty nautical miles was not far.

"Did you win?"

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan actually chose to attack Paganini, everyone couldn't help but suspect that they had hallucinations.

However, although the victory and defeat were obviously far apart, for some reason, the bishop's heart was still a little shaken.

Perhaps, he won?

On the one hand, it came from the full confidence shown by Ye Qingxuan, and on the other hand, it was also due to the analysis of Ye Qingxuan by the Holy City.

This chief judge often acted unexpectedly, and he treated people and things based on his own likes and dislikes. However, the general situation had already been established, and his tactics were quite hard, making him a first-class difficult person.

Although he likes to do things beyond his ability, try to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, or even meaningless things, and often bets his entire fortune on gambles, he is lucky and wins every time.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that this guy has already had countermeasures in advance, prepared trump cards and even tricks.

Although he lacks in the overall situation, he can be said to be a powerful character who takes ten steps at a time.

For such people, the outcome of the battle is often determined before it starts.

What he is best at is to win big with a small investment, pull the opponent into the field he is best at, and defeat him with his rich experience.

Such miracles have been repeated again and again. At this time, facing Paganini, everyone still has a faint confidence in him.

"It's a ghost if you win!"

Chopin rolled his eyes, picked up a cup of cold tea at hand, raised his head and gulped it down, then put the teacup on the porcelain plate, and the brewed tea leaves rippled slightly in the slightly red residual soup.

Looking down at the tea remnant, Chopin was silent for a moment, and a dazzling white light shone from his eyes. At that moment, everyone on the bridge felt their breath stagnate.

Chopin's whole body seemed to have turned into a crack leading to the etheric world, and the projection of the scepter descended here.

This is a game often played by many revelation musicians who focus on the way of the prophet, using the tea leaves they have drunk as a medium to pray for the source to reveal the good and bad luck themselves.

But few people dare to use this method for serious matters. On the one hand, this thing is too childish, and it is not even a movement. How much can be seen depends entirely on the musician's own experience and the attainments of the revelation school. On the other hand, if the matter involves some important person, the revelation can easily be distorted by the other party's music theory, and the result is a deviation of a hundred thousand miles away.

Chopin dared to do this, on the one hand, he was skilled and bold, on the other hand... maybe he really didn't take this matter seriously. The victory or defeat has long been determined in his mind.

Seeing Chopin's appearance at this time, everyone held their breath.

But he didn't speak for a long time. The bishop hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "How much can you predict about the outcome of this battle?"

"Why should I watch such boring things?"

Chopin glanced back at him, "Take a long-term view, there are more important things worthy of your consideration."

The bishop obviously didn't understand: "You mean..."

"Yes, it's the future of this world!"

Chopin held the porcelain plate seriously, looking at the strange marks on it, ignoring the bishop's expression as if he had eaten shit, and his expression was sad:

"It's miserable! It's miserable, it's really miserable... As expected, the end of the world is coming, and this world is really hopeless, no matter how many times you predict it.

Bishop, everyone is going to die, and this world is going to die too!

It's so miserable to live, but you can't get rid of it early...Ye Qingxuan can see it clearly. The sooner you die, the easier it will be, at least you don't have to endure the torture that follows."

When talking about Ye Qingxuan, his tone was full of envy, making everyone want to spit blood on his face.

The bishop's face turned green, and he finally remembered the pitying look his colleagues gave him...

It's true that Master Chopin was a musician from the Holy City, but the sect he came from was completely different from other sects. The most weird thing was... this sect was full of supporters of the 'Doomsday Theory', and even kept a thing called 'Revelation'. I don't know which sick priest wrote this thing hundreds of years ago.

Having such a teammate is a spiritual test for both his own people and the enemy.

Fortunately, after saying so many words that lowered morale, Chopin finally said something useful:

"... You'd better not have too much hope for the chief judge."

Chopin threw the porcelain plate aside, and said meaningfully:

"Paganini is a deep water."

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Since Ye Qingxuan became famous, the sect has someone responsible for collecting and organizing Ye Qingxuan's information.

When he became the Hand of God and even the Prince of Avalon, the number of people doing this work expanded to a team, and with Ye Qingxuan's rise, they were directly responsible to the Cardinals.

Such a team is not uncommon. The kings and important figures of various countries have a team on standby at the church, so that the cardinals can check information and formulate countermeasures at any time.

There are similar institutions in various countries. Originally, the Privy Council of Anglo had a large group of people doing the same work, but the news was all based on its own intelligence network, which was not as well-informed as the cult.

The cult has always had many speculations about Ye Qingxuan. The only two common highlights in these speculations are: this God's Hand is very likely to become a major concern for the Holy City in the future, and he never cares about the so-called "big picture".

In novels and scripts, this is definitely a selfish and self-interested villain who harms the public and enriches himself. Now, Ye Qingxuan has suffered from not understanding the big picture.

For orthodox musicians, the big picture is indispensable. It refers not only to the situation in the outside world, but also to the "big picture" when musicians fight. Otherwise, it is like two chess players with a huge difference in rank playing chess, falling into the rhythm of others without knowing it, and being shaved bald and played to death.

Ye Qingxuan believes that his control over details is unmatched among his peers. Counting up, there are only a handful of musicians who can compare with him. But in terms of the overall situation, he and Paganini are at least ten Naberis apart.

Just like Ye Qingxuan and he cast the Wand of Destiny, which became his tool to pry the sea of ​​ether.

For Paganini, the many wonderful uses of the theory of music are not important, but the most important thing is to use it as a tool to connect the details of the movement, guide the situation to tilt towards himself, until the end, master the whole process of the struggle, and make the opponent serve his intentions.

Now he finally regards Ye Qingxuan as a teammate who needs to go all out, even if the strength comparison between them is like a lion fighting a rabbit, there is still no slack.

He does not seek to burst out in a short period of time and completely crush the opponent, but chooses the absolutely safe and absolutely painful warm water boiling frog.

Until this time, Ye Qingxuan deeply realized how terrible Paganini's side as a musician was.

The overall view is so terrifying that it makes people tremble.

Just like a master in chess, three or four pieces at random at the beginning will become the opponent's gallows after ten moves.

It seems grand and overbearing, but when you really get into it and experience the feeling of a single move, you will feel the sinister evil that penetrates into your bones.

Paganini, who has mastered the music theory of both the Holy Cauldron and the Abyss, has unified the two and made them his own with the help of the transmuted music theory.

How does it feel to be beaten?

This is how it feels now!

After returning home from the hospital, I was preparing to move. I sneaked in to code a chapter, and then I realized that it was the end of the month and the monthly ticket list was a bit dangerous...