170 Elegy Memorial

In the final laboratory, swords brandished. The sounds of notes exploding came constantly. A thin nine-foot-long blade shot out of the Professor's sleeve and fell on the ground. Like a snake dancing, it weaved layers of dreamy coldness. The notes engraved on the blade lit up continuously, dazzling one’s eyes and confusing them. If one became lost in it, one might shatter into pieces from one moment of absent mindedness.

"By the way, don’t you think that I’ve improved a lot?" Compared to the pathetic escape last time, Ye Qingxuan dodged more easily this time.

With the reading and interpretation of perception threads and the modified "steel skeleton," he dealt with the blades and notes easily while trying to distract the Professor by endlessly spouting nonsense.

"Sorry. It seems that I spoil your plan every time we meet. But everything is gonna be okay, isn’t it? Look at me. You played me, but I’m not angry at all. I even saved you just now. Since we’re old friends, can’t we just take a seat and have a talk?"

"Old friend?" The Professor scoffed. "Your friendship gives me insomnia..."

"It’s okay. You friendless and eternally lonely people are always like this, I understand." A cold light flashed in Ye Qingxuan’s eyes. "When I strip you and hang you later, we’ll be best friends forever." With the swords intertwined, he took a sudden step forward and pounced onto the gorgeous cold light, as if embracing death.

The Professor's robe fluttered slightly, and the blade bounced like a snake. Dancing, it wrapped around Ye Qingxuan, layer by layer. It would then be tightened in a second and he would be torn to shreds.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his arms. The plain black armor on it glowed with burning red light.

Boom! The 'Sigh' had finally cooled down and unleashed a frantic quake once again! In a blink of an eye, it was as if a balloon had exploded. The bloody air suddenly swelled, forming strong wind pressure, and blowing in all directions.

The tornado swept by, flicking away the tightened blade. Ye Qingxuan's fingers tightened instantly, two fingers clamping on the drifting blade of the sword with perfect timing.

Shakes rushed into the nine-foot blade like a tide, causing it tremble crazily and crack bit by bit. This dangerous weapon, which required extreme skill to manipulate, was practically out of control under the high pressure from the Sighing Sword.

Under the hood, the Professor’s pupils dilated and he stepped back. A gloating light flickered in the youth's.

In the next moment, the black river, which gathered countless feelings of resentment and hatred from the mutants, expanded under Ye Qingxuan’s control. It was accompanied by a plaintive melody, suddenly winding toward the Professor. He had been waiting for this pause for a long time.

For a moment, the Professor froze. Ye Qingxuan let out a sigh of relief, but suddenly, a bout of dizziness attacked him. A memory surged from the depths of his brain uncontrollably. There was the snow, the burning huts and flames that evaporated his tears.

"Little Yezi, don't be afraid," someone whispered in his ear. "Don't be afraid..."

Ye Qingxuan's body stiffened, his vision darkened, and the feeling in his limbs and body was being sapped quickly. He finally understood that the blade and notes were just a cover-up. The Professor’s true weapon was the melody produced when the blade vibrated! He had hid the music in the piercing scream!

But this stiffness was particularly familiar. Memories of guilt flashed constantly in his brain. He could hardly breathe, as if he was going to drown in the black river. Visual distortion, olfactory interference, body sensory deprivation, auditory control... This was...this was...this was Black Friday?!

It suddenly dawned on him. He gaped at the Professor before him. They were drowning in the black river they called forth for each other. Then, it was the same action again. They reversed the melody, undid the intervals and control, dispelled the effects. In the end, they got out of the abnormal state of mind at the same time.

Coincidentally, they attempted to attack first to occupy the upper hand at the same time, but were both forced back. They stared at each other with vigilance.

"Ye Qingxuan?" The Professor's voice drifted into his ear with the wind. "...It really is you?"

Ye Qingxuan’s pupils contracted instantly. "Who are you?!"

The Professor was silent for a moment, and could not help but chuckle softly. "Who am I? Who else can I be? I am just a homeless demon."

He raised his fingers and lifted the hooded hood. The illusion of darkness dissipated and, for the first time, he revealed his true appearance.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan heard the sound of his jaw drop. He almost thought that he was in another illusion. The criminal think-tank of Avalon, the shadow and demon musician of downtown, Professor Lord Moriarty…was a woman?

It was not a big deal that the Professor was a woman. What was unbelievable was that he had seen this charming and beautiful face before!

"This is the true face of the Professor. How is it, my ‘old friend’?" On that slightly pale face, her eyes were like the shadow of the moonlight. They gazed silently at the youth before her, and her thin red lips curled into a smile of delight. One had to admit that she was indeed the most beautiful woman Ye Qingxuan ever seen in his life. Just a smile could make people distracted and unable to look away.

"How can it be you?" Ye Qingxuan muttered, but the misty illusion gathered again and recovered the face.

"I think we have more important things to focus on than this, right?" She sighed, looking toward the door of the laboratory. There, roars had gotten closer. The destructive melody played by the Royal Music Division was already clear in their ears.

The flames, rays, and frost of the School of Modifications tore through the layers of barriers, and kept marching toward the core. The fierce phantom beasts of the School of Summoning followed closely behind, killing all living creatures in their way.

The scent of blood in the air thickened as they killed everything they in their path. No matter if it was a mad mutant or an innocent doctor, all were taken care of in the same way. This was the so called "extermination order" given by the royal family, and this decree of destruction was only enacted to clean up polluted villages and towns. Appearing here today, the royal family must have really wanted to eradicate them.

"I’m starting to regret not killing you." She glanced at Ye Qingxuan. "Now it’s too late to leave."

"There’s eighteen of them." Ye Qingxuan emitted the perception threads to detect and had roughly pinpointed their location before the line was interrupted by turbulence. His eyebrows slowly furrowed.

That group of people was really cruel. They did not miss a single inch. It seemed there were Revelations musicians as the conductors as they were not affected by the complex crossroads or the dark surroundings at all.

The eighteen of them were divided into six teams. Each team leader exuded strong aetheric fluctuations. There were also three Resonance level musicians who had breached the Barrier of Knowledge. This lineup, enough to destroy a town, had scorched every inch of the place.

"I'm afraid there’s more than that." The Professor shook her head and looked up at the shattered dome overhead. "The robin’s people dared carry out a blood sacrifice in this Asylum, so I’m afraid they worked out the method to deal with the Royal musicians..."

Before she could finish her words, a drop of black mud fell from the broken openings of the dome. The thumb-size droplets of mud fell on the ground, squelching. Mud splattered on the ground, forming a palm-sized stain. But something seemed to be squirming vaguely in the stain. As if this were a cave that lead to darkness, a foul wind blew from the stain, bringing the wailing hymn.

This was the first drop, followed by the second, the third…until it began to fall like rain. The strange 'mud' quick seeped from, not just the cracks, but also the floor, and crevices in the walls...If this did not stop, they would soon have no place to stand!

"It has begun." The Professor's eyes grew cold. "The Elegy Memorial."