Chapter 1060 Aria of the Night Queen
"—I'll do it."
Unexpectedly... it was Yasen, who had the weakest fighting ability among the three, who stood up without hesitation.
He strode forward, looking closely at the Count of Orleans.
A golden glow gradually ignited in those pupils - that was the resonance from the principle of balance.
Aiwass looked at Yassen with interest.
He didn't know what Yasen had thought of, or what kind of determination he had made to dare to face a fifth-level Son of the Moon head-on in his home turf. You have to know that Yasen wasn't good at fighting... he was only good at running away.
The Count of Orleans also obviously knew Yassen's background.
“Surely…”
Therefore, he did not feel any pressure at all. He just stood there and sneered: "You dare to challenge me, Yassen?"
The count still stood there motionless, holding his cane in one hand.
Judging from the address, he obviously knew Yasen.
This wasn't surprising, after all, Arsène was once a famous thief who stole from the rich... and in Iris, at least half of the rich were Moon Children, and the remaining half were mostly closely related to the Moon Children.
Whether it is witches, sorcerers or the magic potions they prepare, wealthy businessmen are willing to pay a high price to buy them; and the large number of blood slaves needed by the Son of the Moon have to rely on the channels of these merchants to find them.
Relying solely on night hunting, you won't find any good prey - for the Children of the Moon, the best food is a transcendental being on the path of dedication, or a mortal who is adaptable to the path of dedication. And preferably, they should be good-looking and young.
——And Yasen just happened to have the level of dedication path.
"Have you forgotten..."
Before the Earl finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace in an instant.
The next moment, he instantly moved in front of Yasen.
He raised his cane and lashed it hard at Yasen's face!
--when!
It was a crisp sound like wooden sticks hitting each other.
Arsen didn't have time to draw his sword, so he could only barely grip the hilt of the dagger and raise his left arm to defend himself with the scabbard.
The scabbard was hit by the cane and almost fell out of his hand, revealing a flash of cold light.
The Earl held the cane in one hand and pressed it down with an expressionless face: "Have you ever had your blood sucked by me?"
In an instant, Yasen suddenly let go of his left hand.
The next attack came instantly, knocking the dagger away.
A ball of light as bright as daylight instantly erupted from the palm of Yassen's open left hand, causing the Count to squint his eyes. His cloak rolled up and vanished into nothingness.
At this moment, Sarastro finally unsheathed his dagger, which had been sent flying.
The hallucinations that roared in came like a tsunami.
Everyone was stunned for a moment. The corridors around them were no longer filled with corpses and stone statues, but a deep blue palace. Looking out, all they could see was the cave-like palace beneath the night sky.
Nothing around them vanished—not the walls, not the corpses, not the other people. No one could see each other, and the sounds of their fighting and the smell of blood all around them vanished.
If you don't remember the layout of the surrounding buildings, you might suddenly bump into the air.
However, Yasen was extremely skilled in moving through the illusion of nothingness.
It's not because he has control over the illusion, but because he is indeed very familiar with the architectural layout here.
The count relied on his own instinct and suddenly pulled out his cane in a certain direction out of thin air!
Woo——
When the cane was swung, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.
The dark blue air around him became blurry for a moment—the illusion was almost torn apart by his attack.
However, the attack missed.
At this moment, a deep roar suddenly came from all directions, accompanied by a sudden and powerful music:
"The hellish flames of revenge burn within me!
"The fire of death and despair consumes me—"
That was a high note that Arsène was completely unable to sing.
His deep voice sang with all his might, like a roar.
And the pitch-black flames roared up from the sky, and the cold flames burned all over the earth.
Although they did not see the battle between Arsen and the Earl, the song that sounded out of nowhere made Aiwas and Sherlock's faces change.
——It’s really too ugly!
It was neither a tenor nor a soprano, but a voice as broken as that of a eunuch.
It filled the entire night sky fantasy like some kind of background music, making the surroundings seem like hell for a moment.
"If you cannot, let Sarastro die,
"Then you will never be my daughter again!"
This is the most aggressive spell in the opera "Lulu's Magic Flute" - the Aria of the Queen of the Night.
If the "Pied Piper" wants to be promoted to the sixth level "Queen of the Night", he must understand and master this spell.
In this piece, the Queen of the Night commands her daughter to fulfill her mission of revenge. She is a sacred and noble "Queen of the Night," volatile and manic, possessing a strong desire for control, yet possessing a strong maternal love. When her daughter is in danger, she wants to save her; she also comforts her child with tenderness...
But when she realized that her daughter no longer loved her and was about to betray her, she used radical methods to push her further away.
The Queen of Night had long understood her daughter's fate of betraying her, yet she chose not to avert her loss. In a state of rage, fury, and pain, she chose to face her fate head-on—a truth of betrayal and revenge, a divine power belonging to the realm of Shadow Sky!
The so-called "Queen of the Night" here refers to the Shadow Heavenly Master, and the secret of the Shadow Heavenly Master is described in metaphors.
What is evoked is the fire of love as well as the fire of revenge.
As hatred and determination for revenge grow, the power of the flames will also increase.
bite!
Suddenly, a dagger burning with black flames and as black as night stabbed out from nothingness!
At the same time, the illusion was pierced by Yasen who emerged out of thin air!
However, Yasen did not have the ability to adapt to the Tao after all.
He did not have the rank of an assassin, so even though the Count of Orleans could not detect his location, his sneak attack still failed.
The Count of Orleans reacted instantly—he clenched his right hand, which held the cane, into a fist and punched Yassen in the face. Using the reaction force, he instantly took two steps back, raised his cane to press against Yassen's chest, and simultaneously swung it to decapitate him!
bite!
And Yassen raised the short sword Sarastro, which turned into a black flaming dagger, to block the cane.
He raised his head, black flames burning in his pupils.
At this time, the dark flames had already spread upwards along the cane.
The corners of Yasen's mouth lifted up slightly for a moment, and he continued to sing over and over again: "You will never be my daughter again.
"Then you will never be my daughter again—"
With every line he sang, the flame of the dagger in his hand grew bigger and the flame on the ground grew higher.
The flames finally burned the Count of Orleans.
His trouser legs, his right hand holding the cane, and his wrist burned by the flames raised by the dagger.
He did not feel the burning heat, but an unusual chill—
...Is this...the Queen of the Night of the Vendôme family?
Count Orleans frowned, and an irrepressible fatigue and exhaustion came over him.
Flame combustion requires fuel, and a large amount of heat is released in the process.
The fire of the Night Queen is different - it directly extracts the "heat from people's hearts" and turns it into the fire of revenge.
What is burned by this fire will not turn into ashes, but will freeze into ice.
Where the flames burned, a thin layer of black frost had formed on his trouser legs and hands, looking as dull as obsidian.
His strength was being continuously sucked away by the flames... If he continued to fight, he would probably become weaker and weaker.
It’s just a pity…
Count Orleans clearly realized that this flame was the power from the path of love.
It is the power imitated by the "opera" of the path of beauty!
As someone who follows the path of devotion, the path of beauty, and the path of balance, Yasin simply cannot deeply comprehend the abilities of the path of love.
However, with the help of the Box of Nothingness, Count Orleans almost understood and controlled the flame!
This would have been completely impossible under the original circumstances.
——This impossible thing is only possible with the help of the Box of Nothingness!
Perhaps it was because he remained unwavering and appeared calm, while Arsène looked as if he had exhausted all his strength and had lost all his energy... Or perhaps it was because Arsène's singing was so awful that it angered and even woke up the Swan King.
But in any case, the black flames were gradually brought under control by the Count of Orleans, and his icy limbs gradually regained control.
He swung his cane more and more easily to block Yasen's increasingly weaker attacks.
He looked calm, graceful, and composed. But Yassen's movements were becoming slower and slower, his strength steadily draining away.
Ding! Ding! Dang!
Finally, the Count of Orleans turned from defense to offense.
After blocking two consecutive swings from Yasen, he suddenly stepped forward.
He disappeared in an instant, but reappeared in the same place in an instant.
The moment Yasen turned around to defend, he suddenly kicked Yasen in the chest.
The moment he lost his balance, he immediately grasped the cane with both hands and placed it on his shoulder as if he were holding a rapier.
In an instant, he rushed forward!
The cane burning with black flames suddenly stabbed at the eyes, and Arsene, who was in an unbalanced state, barely blocked it; he retracted the cane and stabbed it at the throat again. Arsene had no choice but to use a substitute, allowing the Count of Orleans's cane to suddenly pierce the clothes floating in the air, and he himself disappeared.
At this moment, Count Orleans gracefully swung his cane and chopped down from the air.
——Arsen, who had just appeared after the substitute, had his right arm holding the dagger suddenly chopped off by a bright red invisible blade!
It's not aimed at his landing point.
Instead, he launched the attack before Yasen appeared - to be more precise, Yasen bumped into him himself!
The moment the dagger slipped from his hand, the surrounding illusions distorted and dissipated. Leaning against the wall, Yassen clutched his shoulder and stared intently at the Count of Orleans.
His right arm fell to the side—it still held the dagger, the black fire on which was rapidly dissipating. A few traces of black fire still burned on the floor, ceiling, and walls. The ancient paintings burned quietly in the flames of revenge, condensing into pieces of black ice.
"I know your methods all too well, Yassen."
After the Earl launched an attack, he did not immediately pursue.
Instead, he stood there calmly and attacked the other party with words, trying to further expand his "momentum".
"Those little tricks of yours can only deceive those ignorant and brainless inferior humans. They are nothing to the noble Son of the Moon.
"How long do you think I've lived? Ten years? Several decades? Or even hundreds of years?"
The Count of Orleans let out a mock sigh and smiled. "Everything you've witnessed in your short life, I've already seen. What you can imagine, I can imagine too. All the insights you've gained in life are nothing remarkable... they're simply things I've long since left behind."
"Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor is ridiculous. If a poor person takes that little gift, isn't he still poor? Even if a rich person loses his heirloom, he's still rich.
"You want to redistribute wealth by yourself—how ridiculous. You don't trust the government, you don't trust the parliament, and you don't submit to the king. Do you think you are better than everyone else?
"You want to defeat everyone with your own strength? Haha, I wouldn't have dreamed like you when I was a teenager, Yasin.
"It's time to wake up from the dream."
He raised his cane and pointed it at Yassen, who was leaning against the wall.
He only needed to think about it and he could pierce through Yasen's heart.
"What a shame, Yassen."
The hypocritical smile on Count Orleans's face gradually faded and turned into nothingness.
That arrogant gaze was icy cold: "Why are you running away? Isn't it good to live here?
“Even if you don’t have the noble qualifications to become a Moon Child, you can still become a steward.
"Of course, of course... You're a big shot now. That old man took a fancy to you, and you became his son-in-law, and you're being fucked by his old daughter. Haha, that's great.
"Then let me tell you a story, Yasin. Do you know what happened after you escaped?
"You gave those blood slaves the illusion of freedom—if you can escape, so can they. If you can endure, so can they.
"Can they? They can't."
The Count of Orleans said word by word, "You caused me to lose sixty-eight blood slaves and countless treasures. All of this is because you gave them the illusion that they could escape from here."
"But what happened in the end? Those who wanted to escape couldn't, and those who had already escaped couldn't bear it anymore, so they finally returned obediently. In the process, they betrayed their colleagues and betrayed their friends.
"But even those who came back, I didn't spare them—I hanged them all, skinned them, and tortured them all to death.
"You've made me a disgrace, a disgrace to the Moonchildren, Yasin... Everyone laughs at me. And yet you dare to come back and turn on your master. How do you think I should punish you?"
"—Let's not talk about that for now."
Aiwas's voice appeared silently behind him: "But it's time to wake up from the dream."
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