She always had a feeling that the Blood Queen Zachariah was not dead, even her bloody incarnation was not dead, and was probably still hiding in the power of differentiation, falling into a deep sleep.
The best plan would definitely be to gather three blood powers and see if you can wake her up.
Because this guy has lived longer than all of us, and her relationship with the Sun King is also extraordinary. If she can wake up and teach us how to use the artifact and divine blood correctly, we might have a chance to really kill the evil god, not just seal him...
But unfortunately not.
There are only two blood sources here, and the remaining one has always been in Yinsel's hands. Now it may have been devoured by the evil god, so it is impossible to rely on it.
Trying hard to keep his balance, Hitzfeld grabbed the lamppost and looked around, feeling that Xinoujin City was indeed trying its best to transform into a "sphere".
From time to time, broken debris and blood mud fell off the sphere, and some of the previously subdivided grid lines were also accelerated and deepened. Finally, some became higher and some became lower, and began to run independently according to a strange rhythm.
Just like the star rings of a celestial body.
One ring inside another, layer upon layer.
Like a huge mechanical penis!
Succeeded?
Before the girl could breathe a sigh of relief, there was another vibration under her feet.
The vibration was not strong this time, but it was too sudden, so she couldn't react completely, and more than half of her body fell into the crack under her feet.
Even worse was Madeline, who couldn't even hold on to the lamppost. She simply clung to the edge of the giant ring with her hands, yelling for Xena to come and save her.
Sheena is here.
The three-meter-tall female giant bent over and stretched out her hands to the two men.
Then, the next moment when they thought she was going to pull them up, she forcibly pried their fingers apart and let them slide down along the tilted angle of the star ring.
Is she crazy?
Hitzfeld could hear Madeline screaming beside him, and while he was in disbelief, he tried his best to remain restrained.
No, Sheena didn't mean to kill us.
She can control the changes of this ladder, and this landslide was specially created by her... The purpose is to send us down, to the core.
Preparing for battle?
A bigger penis... is still a penis.
If they continued to fight in that way, the outermost star ring would undoubtedly be the most dangerous, whether firing fire swords or bearing the impact. Sending them down was the right choice.
The fact should be that the angle and speed of the landslide were specially controlled, so that they only suffered scratches when they fell. They slid directly into the control room, Hitzfeld was caught by Xia Yibing, and Madeline landed on the soft crown of the old man.
"summer……"
"Aisun?" Xia Yibing looked at her with a frown.
"I still think it's a bit too risky to trust her..."
As soon as the words fell, everyone felt the vibration again.
This time the vibration was like a continuous super earthquake. Hitzfeld was surprised to see that the structure of the "Mechanical Yang" had changed again - the mechanical tower in the middle of the control room, those things that she had arbitrarily named as biological metal hybrids began to breed and grow, gradually rising into a huge high seat, and from the top of the high seat spread out layers of steps, densely stacked down.
"Xena?" she cried.
"What do you want to do?"
Xina didn't answer her, and Xiyang's changes continued.
Blood mud and machinery mixed together like a condensed embryo, outlining the outline of the palace around it.
The follicles exploded one after another, and what shocked and puzzled everyone was that different musical instruments appeared in the follicles.
Yes – it’s the instrument!
There is a piano.
Violin, cello, accordion.
There are drums.
Metal drums, leather drums, and wooden drums.
There is a tube.
Flute, recorder, bagpipe.
Familiar... and unfamiliar, there were at least dozens of each type of musical instrument, and they probably added up to thousands. They came to the steps and arranged themselves in a certain pattern, as if they had life, as if they were waiting for a performance to begin.
"Xena???"
Xia Yibing was extremely angry.
This idiot, does she think this is just playing house?
The interior is decorated to look like an opera stage, but there should be a limit to how willful you can be!
But she didn't expect that Xina's madness was not over yet.
As the vibration became more and more intense, she was shocked to find that the platform she was standing on was actually rising - rising like a catapult elevator! It directly ejected them into the sky - in the direction of the broken mechanical Yang!
"Ohhhhhh!"
"Ahhhhh!!"
"Whoaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
A group of people let out sharp howls, and Hitzfeld tried his best to control the mechanical Yang to fall below, and finally caught everyone steadily.
Finally, she herself landed on the surface of Xieyang and looked at the huge star ring below. She could see clearly that among the rotation of the star ring, at the core, a three-meter-tall female giant wearing a crown and a long skirt leisurely landed on the high platform. With just a wave of her hand, a puppet made of flesh and blood and machinery rose up next to each musical instrument.
"Xena! You—"
"There are some things that are not suitable for you to do."
The palace was like a loudspeaker. Xina's voice was not loud, but it still came through.
"I know your perfect plan."
"Just wait for my answer."
Wave again.
The grand opera begins.
A magnificent symphony accompanied by the rotation of the star rings resounded in the sky above the Kingdom of Corrupted Blood. Hitzfell stared blankly at this epic scene and suddenly realized that he had misjudged her.
She may not have other spirits.
This was the final performance she had chosen for herself.
Chapter 190: My Unfinished Nightmare
"Xena...?"
It wasn't just the few people at the scene who were shocked by this sudden situation. In the distant horizon, across the blood-red and blue waves, on the balcony of the White Shadow Palace, Alwin also couldn't believe what she saw.
Half of her soul was in that body. As the initiator, the provider of initial structure and knowledge for successful transformation, she witnessed from a first-person perspective how this opera temple was formed. At the same time, she also realized that some things were beginning to get out of her control.
"I am the king of the Corrupted Blood Kingdom, the King of the Mechanical Kingdom, and the King of the Elsa Continent..."
Waving her arms leisurely and slowly, like a performer doing whatever she pleases, the three-meter-tall queen walked down the stairs while murmuring.
"But at the same time, I am also the king of the Seran Divine Kingdom!"
"I am different from you! My dear 'sister'! I have my pride and dignity! How could I listen to that little girl and follow her plan?"
"Xina, you—"
"Don't tell me you can't see that there has never been room for reconciliation between us."
"The best outcome is, of course, that no one dies, that they are successfully sealed, or that they are completely killed... But can anyone really forget the Death Tree? Can anyone really forget the fear I gave them? Without being driven by anger?"
"It's impossible. After all, humans are such superficial creatures. Just like how some people started to hate her just because she disappeared for a while, this is the limitation of mortals, and it is the shackles of mortals!"
"But Sheena, I can..."
"Maybe you will beg me for the sake of the child, but I don't need it." Xina interrupted her again and began to speak to her in a sarcastic tone: "You don't think I did that because I planned to come back well, do you?"
"Don't be silly, stupid girl... I just don't want the Victorian Protoss to lose its inheritance like this!"
"Yin Seol is just a cocky liar!"
"As long as I am here, her legacy will last forever!!!"
Alwyn wanted to say something else, but as Sheena's right hand clenched in the air, she suddenly felt as if she had hit a thick barrier at the level of consciousness.
She could still speak, and could still convey what she wanted to say through their unique connection, but Xena could no longer hear her.
Because there was a louder sound covering up everything - the clenched right fist was like the final command. At the same time, the volume of every musical instrument in the temple became several times louder, and new puppets began to appear on the star rings outside the temple.
"Where does she get the power?"
The people hiding on the mechanical penis were all stunned, especially the two teaching staff: "It's ok for her to create things out of thin air, but she can even give them life and soul?"
"It's those blood puppets..." Xia Yibing had just crawled to Hitzfeld's side and just heard her sigh softly.
"The blood of Yinsel, and the subjects corrupted by this blood... They have undergone two deformations in total, losing their flesh and blood as well as their self. Now she is just recovering their remains."
"This is also the last mercy that the Lord of the Kingdom of God has for his subjects."
What she meant was that those puppets - human puppets made of flesh and blood mixed with machinery, were actually all controlled by Xina herself?
Xia Yibing couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, wondering if this was something that could be done by human power?
"She's not at that level anymore." Hitzfeld sensed her emotions and said lightly.
"Maybe it was real, maybe it was 'I thought', maybe she was below that standard, but now she has come back, risen, and surpassed it."
"Take a good look."
"The king who has left the world behind is about to set sail."
The corners of Xia Yibing's mouth twitched, and she saw Xi Na's arms suddenly raised.
"Mourning for the sacred fall—"
"Mourning for the sacred fall—"
Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands... Whether they were scattered below the hall or above the star ring, all the puppets opened their mouths at the same time, and began to chant along with a low, slow tune.
"The land of the God King cannot tolerate filth..."
"Listen quietly to the holy voice of heaven. From today on, your lonely soul no longer needs to..."
"Flow! Waves——!"
“Ah…Ah——!!!!”
Hundreds of thousands of mouths opened at the same time, flesh and blood rubbed against each other, making a sound that shook the sky and the earth... That sound drowned out the wind, rain, and thunderclouds, drowned out the wailing that resounded across the vast land, drowned out the weeping that burst from the purgatory of flesh and blood, and even drowned out the whispers of the void that had seeped into the bone marrow since its appearance. It was like a sacred and proud flower of sound, standing on the peak of the sky, forcing all things to listen to its voice.
"What on earth is this..."
On the Chilian River, a group of sailors were paralyzed on the ground, struggling to resist the mysterious temptation, and felt desperate about the deformation that was happening to their bodies. But the next second! When this sacred music came down from the sky, completely covering the decadent music, they were extremely surprised to find that the deformation of their flesh and blood was slowing down, and even began to regress as the music progressed!
"Your Highness! You can't go up there!"
"It's dangerous up there! Your Highness!!"
Ignoring the advice, Turney climbed up the ladder in three steps at a time, with most of his body exposed from the submarine tower, staring blankly at the western sky.
He had a palpitation in his heart. Something extremely important to him was happening there. The intersection of spirits made him breathless unconsciously. The last time he had this feeling was when he witnessed King Charuni's death from exhaustion with his own eyes.
"Do you know why I like opera, Alwyn?"
Standing on the steps, laughing out loud, Xina almost bent over with laughter.
Then she suddenly stopped trembling, put one hand into her hair made of flesh and blood, and pushed the flowing bangs behind her head.
“Because it’s mandatory.”
"The biggest difference between painting art and literary art is this kind of compulsion... What's the point of your painting no matter how well you do it? What's the point of your work no matter how well you do it? What should not be seen will not be seen. Even if they should see it, as long as they want, they can pretend not to see it!"
"I've had enough of the rules of this world!"
"As a princess, you must love your subjects. As a king, you must consider the overall situation and maintain kindness, morality, integrity, and humility all day and all night..."
"I don't like this, not at all."
“I’ve always envied the people on stage, the opera singers.”
