Whispering Verse

The dangling chains clattered, representing the demons in the air struggling hard. When it confirmed that it really couldn't break free from the chain, the mud spread around the body, and the dark mud in the sky became more and more bigger. It rose to a high altitude, covering the moonlight and snow-falling starry sky, and the giant dragon made of black mud was slowly taking shape.

"Oh, it actually devoured the dragon's desire?"

The doctor said with a surprised smile, and together with Xia De, he looked at the giant dragon that completely covered most of the starry sky.

Fortunately, it was night. In this day and age, even city dwellers had night blindness. The church didn't even need to find a way to explain it. People would realize that it was just a strangely shaped black cloud.

"is that OK?"

The doctor asked Xia De, and Xia De nodded:

"If it's a dragon, it's even better. Doctor, go down to meet it. After a while, it devours the demon and leaves. I'll go find you tomorrow afternoon."

"No problem, thank you for your hard work this time."

The doctor patted Shad on the shoulder, jumped off the balcony, and disappeared into the night.

Looking around the street, people from the church have already surrounded him. It should not be easy for the doctor to leave safely after a while.

Thinkers

The weird music behind him finally stopped, and along with the noise, a large number of footsteps appeared in the silent concert hall.

Xia De turned slightly, and saw that the black mist summoned by the devil had dissipated. At least twenty ring warlocks from the church surrounded the stage, including Miss Green, whom Shade was familiar with, and seven of them were genuine high rings. One of them had been seen at the tavern a few hours earlier, apparently a professor from the three thaumaturgical schools.

They came here tonight for the bard "Keeper of Secrets". They didn't expect that there would be demons appearing, and they were able to solve the peripheral troubles so quickly after hastily preparing. It is true that they acted very quickly, but it is a pity that Xia De's side is also over. up.

Emma Sylvia, the great witch of space, did not leave at this time, and looked up at the stage together with the two princesses.

At this time, all the lights in the room were turned off, and the sound of the music also completely stopped, and there was silence everywhere, except for a small piece of moonlight shining from the terrace to the stage.

From their perspective, they could barely see Xia De holding a chain in his hand and retreating to the stage outside the terrace, standing in the moonlight. And above the sky outside, a rotten black mud dragon is opening its mouth.

"Godcaller?"

The middle-aged twelve-ring magician who created the church asked softly, he is the strongest here.

Xia De glanced at them, but did not speak. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Rezia under the stage, and the red-haired princess also saw Xia De's small movements.

Holding the [Higgs Dragon Head Stone] in his right hand, under the only starlight on the edge of the dark stage, Xia De took a deep breath, puffed up his chest and raised his head slightly, the bright silver moonlight came from the corners of his mouth, eyes, nose, ears, and even Uncontrolled **** from every tiny pore of the face.

There was a piercing sound from the chest cavity, like an ancient giant dragon whispering.

Under the watchful eyes of the Ring Warlock next to the stage, and the princesses and witches below the stage—

Roar!

A bright silver beam of light came out from Xia De's mouth, and the price was a strong recoil, leaving fine cracks like spider webs on the stage.

On the contrary, the silver beam of light was silent, easily piercing through the black slime giant dragon under the falling snow starry sky, and even piercing through the clouds behind it, revealing a brilliant circular starry sky that is hard to see in winter.

If someone looked up at the sky south of Tobesk at this time, they could even easily see that the slanted beam of light left a bright mark under the starry sky that would not go away for a long time.

The demon's body was hit head-on by the dragon's breath, and the slime fell to the ground, while Dr. Schneider was waiting for it.

Off the stage, Leiziya tightly clutched the edge of her skirt, her face flushed with excitement. Princess Margaret opened her mouth slightly, still unable to comprehend the fact that Xia De was a four-ring warlock.

Miss Sylvia recalled the information about the Battle of Fort Midhill, and looked at Shad in front of the terrace with even more eager eyes.

Xia De knew that Miss Sylvia was coming, but he didn't need the witch's help. He coughed a few times while covering his lungs, and turned to look at the ring magicians of the church:

"You guys are too late."

His voice was very strange at the moment because of a slight injury to his lungs.

"Wait, we can talk about..."

Miss Green from the Church of the Sun hadn't finished speaking when a huge snowball hit the stage, blocking Xia De at the balcony door and the people around the stage.

Although this ball of snowball is difficult to melt, it is just a hindrance in front of the high ring warlock. But when they melted the snowball and came to the terrace, they could only see a scarlet red butterfly flying into the distant night sky in the snow.

After the black fog dissipated, people in the concert hall watched the red butterflies all over the sky under the starry sky, and the lyre was plucked. People who came out from the backstage were dressed in chic white shirts, green jackets, flared trousers and brown leather jackets. The young man with boots stopped in the small patch of moonlight at the door of the terrace.

He plucked the strings and sang. The soft voice was dispelling the influence of the third era evil spirits on ordinary people. The singing voice spoke of the bard's test:

"The brave conquered the devil,

Turned into a red butterfly and flew towards the snowy night.

that bright moon,

Shine the light on the way home for the brave.

Silver is the gesture of holiness and madness,

Red is flesh and the gesture of reproduction,

Yellow is a gesture of guidance and confusion.

O lonely, mournful moon,

Why did you appear from the clouds,

Melancholy, fair moon,

Why did you reappear in my dreams.

those who long for rewards,

Please pick that noble moon for me~"

Here he sings, as a reminder of what the test is about:

"Yes,

In this progressive and developing city,

I would like to be with that noble moon.

that yellow moon,

That guides the power of wisdom.

Please pick it for me,

Pick up the yellow moon. "

At the end of the song, the bard bowed to the ring magicians of the church. After hearing Yin Luna's first applause, he smiled again:

"I'm glad you like my singing voice. When you get what I want, I will appear in front of you."

As he said, the sound of the piano spread green light to restore sanity to those musicians who were controlled by demons. Then he thanked Yin Luna for her applause with a smile. At the same time as the life ring behind Yin Luna whispered - [song], the bard jumped out of the terrace while playing and singing, and walked towards the starry sky scattered with red butterflies along the invisible stairs higher ground.

"If I understand correctly, he wants us to help him pick the yellow moon in March in Tobesk..."

Ms. Mallory, a ten-ring magician of the Church of Nature, asked softly at this time. This lady looks very young, and ring magicians of the Church of Nature usually look younger than ring magicians of the same age.

"It should be a reference, not actually picking the moon."

Miss Green said, looking at the large red butterfly flying under the night sky.

Large patches of red butterflies fluttered under the moonlit night, most of which were illusions created by illusions, and Xia De's body, who also heard the bard's singing, had already landed and walked towards home excitedly.

Lykins Priscia, who was also walking in the alley behind the opera house, also heard Mohu's singing, and judged that this was the mission of the "Keeper of Secrets" that the devil said.

He looked up at the red butterfly under the night sky at the entrance of the dark alley, thinking about what the so-called "yellow moon" meant, and was about to enter the dark alley when he suddenly heard the sound of stones rubbing against the ground behind him.

He turned around and saw a gray statue of an angel covering his face with his hands, who at some point appeared under a streetlight ten steps away.

The elegant southern gentleman frowned slightly, stopped to look at the statue, and the statue also stopped motionless under the gas street lamp.

The moment Sir Priscia closed his eyes, opened them, and completed the blinking action, the statue actually moved forward a distance of about two meters, as if moving in space.

Sir Priscia subconsciously took a step back, but then realized that in this weird situation, backing up was not a good idea.

He gazed at the withered statue of the weeping angel, and summoned the rotating ring of life in the dark alley where there was no one. Reaching into his pocket, he took out two hardcover pocket books, hesitated, and took back the knight novels and the textbook on dragons from the Higher Medical College of Serksex:

"Does contact with demons really make luck worse?"

He murmured, took out three [Smart Pyroxene] and threw them at the life ring behind him:

"Try whether the power that the demon said is true—the white wings flap, and the angel of wisdom descends."

The core spirit rune [White Wing], the whispering spirit rune [flapping wings], and the miraculous spirit rune [Angel], the blasphemy spirit rune [Arrival], and the enlightenment spirit rune [ Wisdom] radiates light together~www.readwn.com~It is like the language of sublimation, but the power of speciousness is displayed in this narrow alley. In the faint hymn, white wings appeared behind Lykins Priscia, a strange golden halo hovered above his head, and his whole body was faintly glowing:

"leave!"

He maintained the posture of an angel, and said to the angel statue, but the other party did not retreat.

Sir Priscia's strange posture could not be maintained for too long, but within a minute, the strange scene around him completely disappeared, and the panting southern nobleman stared at the angel statue covering his face with his hands.

The latter neither left nor advanced.

After standing in the snow for at least another five minutes, the top of the statue's head and the jazz's hat were covered with snow, and the reverberating voice came to Sir Kings Pritchard's ears:

"The blood power of the wise angels."

A strange beam of light flew from the [Weeping Angel]'s forehead with folded hands to Sir Priscia, and while the latter felt the new power, the angel statue under the gas street lamp had disappeared.

"It turns out that the strange legend of the family is true..."

The thoughtful middle-aged man turned around and picked up the three pyroxenes that fell on the ground, and walked towards the dark alley, leaving a series of footprints on the snow-covered ground.