Chapter 163: Ruling Sword (ten)

"Boom."
The little harp took the lead in tuning.
The little girl with claw braids rang the bell.
She shook her head with the music, and the half-circle teenagers around each other smiled and played a tambourine. The drum sounds of "Dong Dong, Dong Dong", as well as the sound of the drunkard sitting in the corner playing the acoustic guitar, started the prologue of the music together.
Ethereal, distant, cheerful and light, this is Jin Cheng, or strictly speaking, the Sicilian continent in Lancelot's mind. Here the grass is lush and the folk customs are simple. Even the country of the moon hidden in the yellow sand is like a stubborn desert flower. The more it blooms, the more beautiful it is.
"You asked me where I came from?
Traveler in a foreign land.
If you stop for me,
Then please listen to my story.
Let me offer you a glass of wine,
Tell you,
Tell you,
There is a river made of honey,
There is a sea of ​​windmills,
There is my dream home.
Do you ask me where I come from?
Traveler in a foreign land.
If you set aside weeds,
Then please wipe my tombstone.
Let me tell you a story,
Tell you,
Tell you,
Why are stars so bright,
Why the earth will bloom a hundred flowers,
Why did I fail to return to my hometown.
..."
In the cheerful aftertaste, the violin sound is added. The music, with Jin Cheng's changing voice and gradually deepened voice, brought a trace of sorrow to the second movement.
The thick and melodious orchestra began to play, but the sound floated high above the head, looking distant and open. The hearts of the people were still jumping in a cheerful atmosphere, and they couldn't help but follow the direct voice.
Jin Cheng went to the palace, and he borrowed the court musicians with his tongue, but he did not directly put this show off. This looks too grand and solemn.
He always felt that the bard's concert was more free and closer to the public. So he placed the palace musicians in the attic of various houses around the square, just around the circle of Kasuga Square. I then asked the League of Ivy League to draw a loudspeaker array for each of them. On the day of the performance, as long as the window is opened, the music flows naturally.
That was the sound of floating down from the top of the head, directly hitting the sky. The huge sound field choked each listener's mind and locked them firmly in the singing voice.
In a week's time, they actually don't allow them to conduct rehearsals, but fortunately this is a magical world, and Jin Cheng just minored in sonic abilities.
He can cast some magic on his voice.
The second movement sounded, sorrow shrouded in faint clouds, but his voice was like an arrow piercing the clouds, with vitality and unwavering determination.
Just as in the magical realm at this moment, he rushed to everyone in Louis XIV without fear.
"Louis! Let's die!!!" The great knight wielding his epee burned all his energy and rushed to Louis XIV. Every step of him, he can step out of the crack on the ground, growling and roaring, stepping out in one step, holding the sword in both hands, rotating, the sword comes out-
"Clang!" The sound was loud.
Louis XIV's metal armguard wrapped around his right arm suddenly popped a dark gold shield to block the sword. The vitality overflowed from where the sword and shield met, like a shock wave, blowing all the people around.
The stone slabs at the feet of the two shattered at almost the same time, and the corners of the mouth overflowed with blood, and they could not stand still.
The rebel leader, the great magician, saw him quickly swayed his deputy who healed him, picked up his staff again, and a complicated mysterious spell came out.
Assault the spell.
As the name suggests, there is no trick attack magic. The faint blue magical light was excited from the top of the staff and radiated towards Louis XIV.
But Louis XIV snorted, and as soon as his wrist turned, he shocked the Grand Knight.
In the end, the Grand Knight was injured, and his strength was not as good as Louis XIV. He burned his sword, and he failed to hold the other side. And at this moment, Tang Cuo killed.
[Fire Thorn], high-level magic.
Three flames like thorns and vines were excited from Tangcuo's sword, and the sword in his hand became a fire whip. The fire whip was seven or eight meters long, and it was hot and indestructible. It stiffly blocked Louis XIV's retreat, forced him back, and received the attack spell.
Louis XIV groaned and finally spit out blood. He raised his hand to cover his heart, but didn't hurt his great magician, sharp eyes fixed on Tang Cuo, as if to tear him apart.
His footsteps moved slightly, and within a second, a sword pierced the ground where Tangcuo stood just now.
Fortunately, Tang Cuo had been prepared for a long time, and he avoided it in time. Louis XIV Huo Ran turned around, and in a blink of an eye he re-locked Tang Cuo's position again, catching up again.
The figures of the two were in tandem, so fast that it was difficult to capture.
After several transfers, Tang Cuo suddenly stopped and blocked the sword of Louis XIV with a light shield. The two faced each other at close range, with a transparent shield, Tang Cuo looked directly at his eyes—
[Soul shock]
Louis XIV was caught off guard and closed his eyes subconsciously.
Tang Cuo took advantage of the "Doom Cube" and "Tu Dun" one after another. When the light of the Rubik's Cube flashed, he had disappeared from the front of Louis XIV, so fast that Louis XIV did not see his whereabouts. Although this is a role-playing copy, he is not allowed to use skills and props that are contrary to the plot settings, but cards and cubes can be hidden things, as long as they are used properly, they can play their due role.
Perhaps it was because God disliked Louis XIV, and he happily triggered the doom punishment of "halving life".
Louis XIV felt the sudden loss of vitality in his body. Looking at the empty front, his eyes were light, but his lips were slightly curved.
He looked around and couldn't find Tang Cuo's figure, but the next second, he suddenly stabbed into the ground again.
The golden light soared from the tip of the sword, forcing Tang Cuo to appear.
Tang Cuo also felt bad, panting, pale.
[Soul Deterrence] depends on the strength difference between the two sides. His strength was originally weaker than that of Louis XIV. After several fights, the strength of the opponent's soul was also staggering, so the previous move had hurt the enemy by 1,000.
Louis XIV is too strong.
But because of this, Tang Cuo can't stop. He has to take advantage of the Rubik's Cube to give him no breathing opportunities. The so-called one-off, then decay, and exhaustion, he can not leave any room for himself.
Go forward.
Keep going.
Until victory.
The fire in the distance is like the background board of the war, and the rose pattern on the neck of Louis XIV shimmers with a golden luster, enchanting and magnificent.
The smile on the corner of his mouth looked a bit cruel, and looked at Tang Cuo like a demon head that couldn't be beaten.
Tang Cuo used to deal with the devil, because for him or many of his comrades-in-arms, instructor Jin Cheng was the devil.
"Dang--" The two met again, swiftly tumbling around, the sound of metal clashes continued. Tang Cuo knows why Louis XIV is staring at himself because of the sword of ruling.
Because of Mi Mi Ye.
So when he was doing the trick, Jin Cheng would suddenly turn up and show a trace of sarcasm, saying, "What do you think Ai Miye is doing now? If he wants you to die, will you die?"
"Go!" Louis XIV really angered.
Tang Cuo cut his arm with a sword and fell back in embarrassment. But he didn't fall to the ground, the uninjured hand propped on the ground, and a flip appeared neatly behind Louis XIV.
【Phantom Sword】
Louis XIV was disturbed by Tang Cuo's sarcasm. Even if it was only a short moment, he turned back to face the Phantom Sword and still suffered.
At the same time, Jin Cheng's movement finally reached its climax.
The burst drum sounds merged into the ocean of music, that is not the tambourine of the teenagers, but the snare drum. The ubiquitous drum sounds, such as thunder and thunderstorms, followed the passionate rhythm, and slammed them into uncontrollable waves.
They seemed to be controlled by music even their breath. It was a pair of magic hands, gently brushed in front of their eyes, as if to let them go from the Kasuga Square surrounded by flowers to the battlefield that shouted to kill.
They clenched their fists subconsciously, holding their breath, and the next second, the violin group's sound like a violent horse hissed and suddenly entered. The moment of warfare raised at that moment, and the deep and heavy sorrow when suddenly falling back, made everyone goosebumps instantly.
Someone opened their eyes wide, their mouths slightly opened, and words of amazement were about to blurt out, but they were blocked by the tumult of singing.
That's not Jin Cheng's voice, not even the voice of a person.
They are hoarse and rough like sand and gravel; some are low, melodious and sad; some are full of power, even high, mixed together, from low to high, without lyrics, no complicated melody, just repeated singing A sentence.
Repeatedly, one sentence after another sentence, constantly advancing and moving forward, like the soldiers who went forward and succeeded on the battlefield, singing the last voice of life.
This is really a simple melody, so simple that anyone listening to two or three sentences can sing along.
Jin Cheng admired in his heart that Lancelot was a genius, the most popular bard in Sicily, and he could capture people's hearts with music.
Standing in the crowd singing are other bards who have received invitations, as well as adventurers and bounty hunters who have heard hero stories in taverns.
After a few sentences, the singing began to spread out circle by circle. From the tearful little gardener to the entourage knights of the noble masters standing outside the carriage, they couldn't help but merge into the ocean of singing.
They sincerely prayed for victory in the war.
If the singing can break through the barrier and reach the ears of the soldiers, they will go all out.
"Hold on! It's almost there!"
Scouts holding the rebel banner high stood in the tall bell tower and shouted. The magic crossbow had reached the last moment when it was about to be disintegrated. A rebel army gritted his teeth and fired the last arrow, then fell down on the ground without force, and even had no strength to confirm whether its landing point was correct.
He looked at the beautiful pattern painted on the top of the bell tower, struggling to reach out what he wanted to touch, but his eyes gradually faded away, and the sound of "ho, ho" uttered in his mouth until it was silent.
"What's wrong with you?!" The scout hurried back, shaking the companion's body vigorously, but received no response. At this time, there was a loud noise outside, and after a wave of shaking, he ran back to the railing.
The ground collapsed, and it was another huge pit, like a scar on the earth, shocking.
The knight stood in the middle of the giant pit, leaning on his sword, his body shook slightly, but his back was straight.
The next second, he fell straight down.
"Bang!"
When the dust fell, howling.
There is a sword, but it is still waving straight to the enemy without stopping.
Everyone's mind was attracted by the sword, as if that was their last hope. That was Nightingale, the title of Nightingale, the last female knight of the dark age.
Of course, it is now Tang Cuo.
In the cold moonlight, [Moonlight Tide] exerts its maximum effect, just like the torrent of flooding Louis XIV. But it was a rose, an immortal rose. When everyone raised a heart and prayed for a miracle to happen, Tangcuo did not.
He does not pray for miracles, he only believes in himself.
Sure enough, the tide had not yet dispersed, and the dark gold's light broke through the shackles, killing Tang Cuo. It was an almost unavoidable move, fierce, strong, and lightning fast.
Tang Cuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and between the electric light and stone fire, he held the Ivy League badge and triggered [teleportation].
His figure suddenly appeared over a hundred meters, just like a little cinnabar on the moon, his hands held up the sword of adjudication, seamless connection skills-[Star Fall].
"Bang!" Tangcuo pressed Louis XIV with a lore, and slammed him into the ground.
But Louis XIV still caught the sword, both sides wrestling, the wrist holding the sword was shaking. Tang Cuo bit his tongue and forced it down, pressing Louis XIV's sword into his shoulder.
The shoulder armor cracked and blood flowed.
Louis XIV was already the end of the crossbow, but under desperate circumstances, this incomparable king still exploded in awe-inspiring abilities, and pushed Tang Cuo back a little bit.
The two sides finally separated again.
Louis XIV gasped and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and said, "Do you think you can kill me like this?" After the words were finished, his sword tip pressed down, and the empty left hand condensed the glory of magic.
Everyone saw the heart sink, they all forgot, Louis XIV was still a stunning magician.
But now it's all here, what else?
What about it?
"Fight, never retreat." The rebel leader had no idea how many times he got up from the ground, picked up his dusty magic wand, wobbled, and stared at Louis XIV with his determined eyes.
"No retreat." This is his last words.
The last battle started, and all the people who could still stand picked up their weapons and roared towards Louis XIV, like a moth.
The flaming rose bloomed under Louis XIV's feet, and vines grew like snakes on the ground, spreading out in an instant.
Roses and snakes.
The fire was blowing like wind, and his hair fluttered, and the rose pattern on his neck became more red, almost bleeding.
The rebels who rushed at him were caught in the fire as soon as they touched the rose vine. Each flower bud blooms as a bomb, which instantly takes a life.
Tang Cuo looked slightly condensed. If he guessed right, this was the predecessor of the "Rose Bomb" magic of the Rose Sect.
But even if he could guess, he was helpless in the face of such domineering magic. But at this moment, a figure crossed him and threw himself out desperately.
Is the leader of the rebels.
He was very embarrassed, almost falling down within the flame rose. Holding the staff in both hands, the tip of the staff was inserted into the ground, he gritted his teeth, endured the fire, and opened his mouth to read the spell-
Different time and place of death, the same way of death.
He will die with Louis XIV.
In the life-and-death fight, the blossoming roses exploded, and the tremor was greater than any previous time, so that the bell tower not far away began to collapse and overwhelmed.
"boom--"
The bell tower fell and the magician died, but he created an opportunity for Tang Cuo.
"Sorry."
Tang Cuo rushed forward at full speed on the road he had opened up and waved his last sword to Louis XIV. In fact, he is also the end of a strong crossbow, and the magic power is not enough to support any high-level magic, and his skills and props, except those that can not be used in this copy, have almost entered the cooling. What's even more terrible is that he has run out of potions, leaving only 15% of his health.
Was shocked.
Punch again.
Both Tangcuo and Louis XIV have reached the point where the soldiers meet.
Louis XIV gritted his teeth and looked pale, but he could not believe that he would be defeated by a group of so-called rebels. He has his own pride and confidence, he is Louis XIV, he will never die here.
With the last blow, Louis XIV's magic came out again, but he couldn't support the magic as big as before. The flame rose attached to his sword and pierced Tangcuo precisely.
Tang Cuo responded to him with only a small fireball.
Louis XIV was stunned, but the battle of minutes and seconds could not allow him to stop and think about it, and could only continue.
Tang Cuo was already seriously injured. After throwing a small fireball with all his strength, he had no time to dodge beside him, but he could not escape the move of Louis XIV. Louis XIV was no different, but that was just a small fireball.
It's just a small fireball.
He thought so, but the fireball suddenly exploded in front of him, and the powerful impact and scorching heat blew his chest into a flesh.
Both sides fell to the ground at the same time.
The surviving people stared at this scene in stunned silence, not knowing who had won. The feet are more like nails, unable to move, at a loss.
Fortunately, Tang Cuo suddenly issued a violent cough and sat up from the ground. He immediately drew out an amulet and fixed his eyes on it for a second.
[Amulet of School Flowers] Fortune props have a 25% chance to trigger "absolute defense" to isolate all attacks. Duration 3 seconds, cooling time 1 hour.
With a small fireball plus a lucky 25%, he won.
But Tang Cuo hadn't relaxed yet. He stood up with his sword on his back and walked to the side of Louis XIV. Sure enough, he saw that he was still gasping.
So Tangcuo raised the sword and stabbed it.
With Louis XIV's eyes wide open, the incomparable king finally ended the curtain from then on. The blood had infiltrated the sword of adjudication, and the glimmer of the sword appeared, and it immediately returned to peace.
The late cheering became the master of this land, and also connected two different time and space.
On Kasuga Square, the music enters the final chapter.
The golden sunlight penetrated the heavy clouds, the war ended, and the wounded hero was buried here, but he finally won. The children who stood on the side of Jin Cheng holding candles at the beginning began the final recitation.
"You asked me where I came from?
Traveler in a foreign land.
If you shed tears for me,
Then please go to my hometown.
Let me sing you a song,
Tell you,
Tell you,
The hometown is in the distant mainland of Sicily.
The grass is there,
There is a lot of money there,
..."
The clean, angel-like voice healed the wound, but couldn't stop the tears.
The sentimental little girls were already crying in the crowd, and even the adventurers who were accompanied by wine all day could not help wet their eyes. And each of their tears turned into the power of faith with different points, which was constantly fed back to Jin Cheng in the voice of "ding, ding, ding".
In the dim tears, the petals rained suddenly in the sky.
Everyone looked up at the colorful petals together, and the lights of the magic lamp illuminated them so beautifully and gorgeously, and let the hearts fall back to this fireworks world, but they couldn't forget what they had just experienced.
"Lancelot!"
"Lancelot!"
"Lancelot!"
"..."
Cheers broke through the clouds, and Lancelot, the most popular bard of the Sicilian continent, will eventually go down in history.
But soon it was discovered that the bard had somehow slipped away. Everyone looked around him, and even the noble lady blushed in the carriage, and secretly decided to invite him back to the castle to attend the spring dinner.
By that time, he must be asked to make a new song for herself, then she must be the most watched girl in the audience.
Jin Cheng, who was remembered by everyone, was quietly passing through the crowd at the moment and came to a remote corner of the square. There, a young knight leaned on the lamppost, his expression calm, but slightly tired.
"Slap, slap." He clapped his hands, who were always stingy with words, and said, "The performance is great."
"Thank you for your support." Jin Cheng smiled and hugged him into his arms, biting his ear with him. "Tell you quietly, my boyfriend is even better."