There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"That night became the deepest scar in their lives. They were swept up in the dilemma of the times and themselves."

"I played them, playing out the last melody you left in this world."

At this point, Arturo looked up, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment: "It's obscure and difficult to explain. It can't be explained by real music theory..."

"These melodies cannot possibly be the treasures you pass down to the world as your followers hope."

"They were not made for this world."

"The echoes they painstakingly collected are nothing more than the bricks and stones of this palace before us, the consumables you left behind."

“They’re always picked up, but who can find out what they’re used for?”

The Witch King waved his hand impatiently: "Fame, honor, wealth, a person, a family, a class, these shallow motives permeate the entire music of the earth, the meaning of music..."

“It’s never been this narrow.”

"Sakota, you are different from those foolish ministers. You come from the so-called Holy City and do not care about the past and future of Leithnia. You are not a lich either, and you are not on the same path as Fremont. You did not know about the existence of the Wasteland before, so please don't say those words."

"Why...are you here?"

Looking down at Arturo from above, the Witch King patiently waited for her answer.

The sudden influx of so many people into Pavillon, which was usually so quiet, actually made him feel a little interested.

Arturo took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement and restlessness in her heart. The blood surged in her body, and her fair skin was slightly flushed.

"Before I explain my purpose, I would like to confirm..."

She looked up at the Witch King, the arrogant "murderer" who dominated Gaul and caused its demise.

"At this moment, you are but a string that continues to vibrate after death, a patchwork of fleeting glimpses smeared with subjective emotions, one of countless fragments of consciousness..."

"Or the complete Witch King?"

"I should have played you, but... I could not penetrate your heart, could not pluck the strings of my harp."

"The physical laws of sound cannot be implemented in the Wilderness, but the place where I am does not recognize the rules of the Wilderness."

A contemptuous smile appeared on the Witch King's face. He looked up at the gloomy "starry sky", his eyes filled with only the desire to conquer.

"The loss of your musical voice is simply due to your own limitations. It has nothing to do with Pavillon. It's because you refuse to acknowledge yourself."

“Music is your ears, your eyes, your heart, your everything. You rely on them to perceive the outside world, but you yourself have nothing.”

"You think you've lost your senses, but your desire grows stronger. You're a boring yet interesting audience member."

"Now, pick up your instrument and follow your heart."

The Witch King waved his hand, and a tall throne stood above him.

He sat down leisurely, supporting his face with his right hand and resting his right leg on his left knee.

"Play... Let me see how the Lateran melody differs from the Leithanian one. Let me see how corrupted the outside world is."

The ferocious horns flashed with the brilliance of magic. The Witch King looked at the people below, not caring about his current situation...

presumptuous!

Listening to the Witch King's words, Arturo nodded in understanding and brought the cello in front of him.

The bow was placed on the strings, and along with the thin arms, a melodious sound of the piano was heard.

The life he had lived, everything he was still facing, his emotions and thoughts echoed in every space, filled every crevice, and were clearly displayed before everyone's eyes.

They walked in and saw what he saw.

Volume 8: Chapter 79: Difficulty distinguishing between good and evil

black...

Endless darkness, or...chaos?

There was no object in front of her to refer to, and all Talina could see was black.

It's like losing your eyes and can only rely on your other senses to observe the outside world.

But a voice suddenly appeared in Talina's mind. The voice, regardless of gender, muttered unconsciously and told her where she was.

Desolation is actually a place of destruction.

The back side of the material surface, the angle of vector falling.

There are no visible boundaries, no discernible directions, sounds, lights, shapes, colors...

Things that do not belong to the same latitude are mixed, stacked, and extended, and the evil life and environment become one.

Oblivion is the only ecology of the entire environment.

"Chaos" enveloped the Witch King's palace, like sunlight and air surrounding a... bubble?

The Witch King's Tower is located in the center of the palace, and clusters of Originium crystals grow from the base of the tower like moss in the cracks of bricks.

Such moss covered the entire palace, connecting the seemingly irregular towers with other buildings, making them overlap faintly.

As things continued to merge, the darkness that had troubled Talina for a long time suddenly dissipated, and dazzling sunlight poured down from the sky, so bright that she couldn't help but block it with her hands.

boom! ! !

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the sky, and dark clouds that came from nowhere blocked the sunlight, allowing Talina to see the scene in front of her clearly.

"I...!"

Suddenly, a warrior in iron armor appeared in front of her. He held a spear in his hand and stood in front of Talina, as if he was about to stab her.

Talina quickly came to her senses, instinctively drew her sword, and slashed at the weak point in the armor of the "enemy" in front of her.

However, the blade penetrated the body, and all that was felt was emptiness, without the actual feeling of cutting into flesh.

At the same time, the warrior in front of her roared, stepped over Talina, and stabbed her from behind with his gun.

laugh!

The sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp blade was heard, and blood splattered on the ground, but there was no fishy smell or heat, as if it was just a pool of water.

"Is this... a battlefield?"

After seeing the scene behind her clearly, Talina looked around again.

Countless shouts of fighting rang in my ears, the warlock's spell bombardment, the warrior's close combat, they were all trying their best to kill their enemies, just for a chance to survive.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the warship in the distance.

It was much larger than the Rhodes Island that Talina had seen, and the ship was also equipped with long-range weapons such as cannons.

Breathing flames, every time this behemoth roared, at least hundreds of people would die.

Dimensionality reduction attack, it is completely dimensionality reduction attack...

Talina shook her head, not optimistic about the enemy of this battleship.

As long as it is here, the outcome of the war has already been determined, it is just a matter of time.

But...the next second, everything that happened before her eyes overturned Talina's cognition.

The dark clouds in the sky began to spin, as if being stirred by an invisible giant hand. The Originium material hidden in the clouds was stripped away, forming separate Originium particles.

They were spinning, the source stones as small as sand were spinning at high speed, carrying the whistling wind, and charging towards the battleship!

The battleship's steel hull only held out for a few seconds before being completely destroyed by the Originium storm.

"This is... the Four Emperors' Battle? No, it's the predecessor of the Four Emperors' Battle..."

Seeing this historic scene, Talina understood where she was without much thought.

Shi Tongling, the Witch King, Gaul's land fleet, the Originium Storm...

Looking up at the sky, Talina searched carefully and soon found the black figure.

The old king stood high in the sky, his eyes filled with tyrannical murderous intent. Originium was suspended in his palm. With a sudden squeeze of his hand, the Originium in his hand exploded.

In the distance, the Originium storm that had originally only slowly eroded the ships began to become turbulent.

The Sorcerer King raised his arms and shouted, "My magicians! My musicians! Do not reject the thunderstorm and dust! They once destroyed the Gallic warships, and now..."

"They can also resist this chaos!"

What? ! !

Hearing the words of the Witch King, Talina was stunned.

Was I wrong? Could this not be the predecessor of the Four Emperors' War, but...

The Witch King's front line against evil spirits? ! !

"Celestial phenomena and catastrophes will join the ensemble! Originium will shape new veins for you. Your bodies and minds will become instruments, runes, and part of the military formation!"

"Fill the gap! Sew up the front!"

"The wasteland cannot be understood? The demon cannot be captured? Incompetence is due to cowardice! Send everything you can extract back to the tower!"

"Fight it! Understand it! Conquer it! In the name of Leitania!"

"Vibrate the string of our lives until it breaks!"

A terrifying roar spread in the sky, and the evil demons hidden in the surroundings appeared one after another under this roar.

They hide in human bodies, weapons, the earth, and even the destroyed ship.

Under the king's fight, they have nowhere to hide!

An irresistible shock came quickly from a distance. Talina had no way to avoid it and could only pick up the weapon in her hand and prepare for defense.

The moment the ripples approached, Talina felt a strong sense of discomfort.

It's like being forced into a piece of paper, completely out of tune with everything around me.

She was... excluded.

As she was about to fall, Talina could feel a gaze from the sky, staring at her, at this outsider.

"The Witch King..."

At this moment, Talina could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. The Witch King's gaze was clearly on her, making her feel very uncomfortable.

In an instant, the darkness around her receded, and the sky before her eyes was filled with stars again. She returned to the Witch King's palace.

The same goes for fat Viviana and the twin queens. Their faces look very ugly. It seems that they have entered the "past" of the Witch King just like her.

In front, Arturo's performance had ended, and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth and fingertips, dripping onto the ground and gathering into a small "puddle".

The Witch King was unlike any of the mortals she had ever played, and clearly, that had come at a great cost to her.

But there was no fear or terror on Arturo's face. On the contrary, she was extremely excited at the moment.

Her "hands and feet" returned to her, and she used her performance to confirm the reality before her.

The white bones were faintly visible at the bloody and broken fingertips. He could no longer hold the bow. Arturo took a step forward and stood in front of the Witch King.

"Your Majesty, I... have come here to seek proof."

"Seeking confirmation? It's been a long time since anyone spoke to me like that."

With his right hand supporting his cheek, the Witch King's face showed no emotion.

He was just curious, curious about what kind of "harsh" questions Sakota would ask.

This was just an insignificant moment in his life, but he was extremely curious, as if he had seen some new magical thread.

"I would like to ask you, the most powerful mind known, to prove... a future."

“An ideal future.”

"Why do people achieve self-realization? Why do they become so strong that even if their own strength cannot achieve what they want, they are still willing to die."

A woman's face flashed before my eyes, and she was extending her palm.

Arturo raised his head and placed his head in the other man's hands.

"What you seek is... called emotion."

Looking at everything in front of him, the Witch King easily gave his answer.

This answer had already been sought by Arturo, but she had abandoned it again and again.

Because she didn't dare to believe it, nor did she want to believe it.

What drives people to move forward is just joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.