Northern Deladia Empire, Corolla City.
Ding Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang ~ ~ ~
A red horse carriage jingled as it moved forward slowly on the main street in the center of the city. The driver of the horse carriage was an old man with a white beard wearing a black captain's hat. He was pretending to be a pirate as he chuckled while looking at the excited children on both sides of the road.
Both sides of the road were lively and jubilant. The hawking of snacks and sundries, the cheers of people, and the sound of bards playing. The bustling crowd squeezed to and fro on the street. The horse carriage could only slow down to avoid bumping into people.
Bang Bang Bang!
Colorful ribbons exploded in the sky. Some of them were filled with colorful powder, scattering a large area of colorful light spots.
Women were holding onto their children as they surrounded the clown selling candy.
Magicians and acrobatic dwarves stood on the high performance stage on both sides of the street, performing all kinds of magnificent skills. Most of the young people were out shopping.
The morning sun shone down, coating the entire city with a layer of pale gold.
Groups of patrolling guards walked past the streets from time to time. Among them, there were Northern Wizards wearing cloaks. These people wore long gray robes. Most of them were silent with their heads lowered or were whispering to their companions. They seemed quiet and mysterious.
When the surrounding people glanced at them, there would always be a hint of reverence.
"There are more and more Void Creatures recently …" The Wizards in the patrol team sighed softly.
"Isn't that so? I received three reports yesterday and two days ago. They were all crimes committed by Void Creatures. Until now, they have not been solved. There are already some uneasy factors spreading in the city." The Guard Captain had a helpless expression. "The Head Captain has received orders from above to strengthen the defense. However, how can it be enough with just the few of us? It's the Dark Sand Festival now. It's an annual carnival festival. We're already short of manpower. "
"After all, we don't belong to the orthodox Deladia Empire. The higher-ups are directly under the White Dragon Mountain. The problem of Void Creatures has been reported to them. However, we haven't received any response until now. It's obvious that we're short of manpower." The Wizard replied softly.
"Eh, there's someone performing a violin solo over there." A female guard was interested as she moved closer to a high platform not far away.
The rest of the patrol team helplessly followed in that direction.
On the high platform far away, a bard in a black cloak could be vaguely seen holding a violin. He had just placed a bow on the strings and seemed to be about to start playing.
"Corolla has always been a border city directly under the White Dragon Mountain for thousands of years. This place has all the history of the White Dragon's development. It's the cultural and artistic capital of Deladia," the black-cloaked man spoke softly with a magnetic voice.
"I was fortunate enough to come here and see the prosperity and peace here. I sincerely hope that I can dedicate a song to everything here, a song that I composed myself …"
"Mystifying Dream … That's the name of the song …" The black cloak slowly played the zither.
The beautiful and slender sound of the zither, like silk, spread out in the noisy street. Unexpectedly, it was not covered by the other noises at all. It was incomparably clear.
Originally, there were not many people watching the stage, but as the black cloak began, they all stopped to listen and enjoy the show.
Time passed slowly. As the sound of the zither became clearer and louder, more and more people gathered. Several people in the patrol team were faintly immersed in the beautiful and peaceful music.
The mage's body suddenly trembled, and he came back to his senses vigilantly.
"What's going on? I was completely immersed in it just now? " He did not like music at all, but he could feel that this zither sound was like the most beautiful moonlight, sprinkling evenly on his body, cool and tranquil. It was as if his entire heart had calmed down.
He looked around and suddenly realized that something was wrong. Not only him, even the captain of the team, Aswan, who had reached Level Three, had fallen into complete silence. He was a boor who hated music, but he could actually be immersed in this zither sound.
"Something's not right! There's something wrong with this zither sound! " The mage suddenly became alert. He pinched the team member beside him, but the other party did not react at all. Usually, he would scream in pain, but at this moment, there was no reaction at all. Even his eyebrows were not furrowed.
The zither sound drifted further and further, wider and wider …
The black cloak on the stage slowly floated up without anyone noticing. He flew higher and higher, and gently landed on the top of the tallest clock tower nearby.
He was still playing the violin quietly, as if nothing could interrupt his performance.
The mage opened his mouth and wanted to shout to interrupt the zither sound, but he was shocked to find that he could not make a sound at all.
He grabbed his throat hard, trying to fix his voice. But it was to no avail.
He still could not make a sound. He even realized that all the other noises around him that could interfere with the zither sound were gradually dimming until they could not be heard.
Faintly, the eyes of the performer under the black cloak lit up with a faint blood-red light. The speed of his performance gradually increased and became faster.
But there was not the slightest fluctuation of magic.
There was only the most ordinary sound of the zither, simple music.
Psst!
Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the dense crowd below. A decadent middle-aged man with sideburns stabbed a cake knife into his throat. He looked up at the sky, his face filled with sorrow.
Blood dripped down his palm and forearm, but the people around him did not notice at all. Or rather, no one cared even if they noticed.
The zither sound slowly became sorrowful and dreary with the rhythm.
Psst psst!
There were two more soft sounds. Two listeners stabbed their throats with fruit knives. They lay in a pool of blood with tears streaming down their faces, but no one cared at all.
The number of people committing suicide gradually increased. They picked up all kinds of sharp objects and stabbed their throats hard. They did not even make a sound before they died. They quietly fell on the street.
Ten … twenty … fifty … one hundred … one hundred … one hundred …
More and more people were splattering blood with the smell of rust. The streets of the city seemed to be shrouded in blood.
The mage stood in the crowd. He tried his best to control himself and not listen to the strange zither sound. He was born with an extremely high spiritual energy flaw. It was very difficult for him to focus his spiritual energy to do one thing. This was also the key reason why he was only a Level Two mage until now. But at this moment, his inability to focus his spiritual energy became his biggest savior.
He watched as his captain, Aswan, pulled out his sword and slit his throat. He fell to the ground with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes.
He wanted to stop it, but his body could not move at all. It was as if he could not control it at all.
"What the hell is going on!!??" He screamed in fear, but it could not change the fact that his body was stiff.
More and more people committed suicide, and the blood on the ground converged into a river. Flocks of pigeons and other unknown birds and insects mixed together, flying wildly around the performer's black cloak. From time to time, they would crash into the surrounding walls and buildings, but the death of their own kind did not wake them up at all. They continued to fly around the performer at high speed.
"This is the sound of death …" The mage sorrowfully had such a thought in his mind. It was also his only thought. His vision turned black and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
In just half an hour, the entire bustling Corora City had completely turned into a dead city. Blood filled every corner of the city. Every living thing, regardless of whether it was human or animal, had committed suicide in this strange zither sound.
Even some Void Creatures hidden in the crowd couldn't escape this calamity.
Psst!
In the end, the Level Seven castellan raised his sword and committed suicide in the castellan's mansion.
The zither sound of the black cloak finally came to an end.
He gently played the last note and put down the violin. Looking at this huge city with a population of more than a hundred thousand, it had completely turned into a city of blood without any signs of life.
"What a beautiful song …" A young man with skin as clear as crystal and full of life slowly appeared behind the player.
He was wearing a white robe. His eyes had a strange double pupil of black and white. There was a white pupil in his black pupils. It looked extremely strange.
"Master, are you satisfied with your meal?" The Demonic Book elegantly turned around and bowed.
"My body has completely recovered." Garon nodded in satisfaction. "One hundred and fifty thousand people's life force, one hundred and fifty thousand souls … The Despair Skull has also reached the point of saturation."
He raised his left hand. A few colorful diamonds appeared on the surface of the black bracelet on his wrist. They were red and gold colored diamonds. There were a total of five of them.
"As expected, slaughtering is more efficient …" Garon could not be more satisfied. A diamond represented a Soul Seed condensed by the Death Bracelet. There were a total of five diamonds. This also meant that the fragments of the souls of more than a hundred thousand people had provided him with at least five Soul Seeds. This was different from stealing food from the Abyss and the Abyss Will.
He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled. Suddenly, the five diamonds on the bracelet turned into five rays of light and entered his mouth.
Closing his mouth in satisfaction, Garon closed his eyes as if he was enjoying this rare harvest.
In the dark soul space, the eighth Soul Ring was finally completed. After the five Soul Seeds merged, this Soul Ring was directly upgraded to a light red Soul Ring. As long as it was upgraded to orange, it would finally reach yellow and enter the level of an Upper Demon Lord.
The peak of an Upper Demon Lord was at the level where he could fight against a Lower God's power. It was not an incarnation, but a real God that had descended.
On the other hand, strands of dense, formless energy also condensed within Garen's body and quickly gathered within the nine-sided body in front of his chest. The massacre of more than a hundred thousand lives had also caused Garen to form a grayish-black nine-sided body.
Roar!!!
Suddenly, a huge angry dragon roar came from the sky in the distance.
"Oh … It's Tiamat's power." Garon looked up and smiled. "Unfortunately, he's one step too late …"
Chi!
Garon and the girl instantly disappeared from the top of the clock tower.
*****
Corolla City, an ancient city directly under White Dragon Mountain, was massacred. One hundred and fifty thousand lives and souls disappeared. They did not enter the Abyss or Hell, nor did they return to the River Styx or Tiamat's Divine Kingdom. All of them mysteriously disappeared.
As Tiamat did not have a church, only scattered believers and some evil priests, almost no one could get any more clues from him.
Only a few survivors described what had happened that day to everyone.
An evil and strange performer hypnotized the entire city. Those people were not killed by him at all, they all committed suicide! Corpses were all over the streets and alleys of the city. Even the powerful Level Seven City Lord committed suicide in his own bedroom.
However, this was only a piece of news that was worth paying attention to. White Dragon Mountain was furious and sent a large number of members to capture a genius White Dragon called Garon. However, they were all defeated and slaughtered by Garon in every encounter.
In just half a month, more than thirty adult White Dragons, Old Dragons, and Ancient Dragons died in the hands of Garon.
In the second half of the month, not only Corolla City, but Rosen City, which was seven hundred kilometers away, also suffered the same fate.
This city was not directly under White Dragon Mountain. It belonged to the Black Streak Empire, which was also the border city of the Black Elf Empire. Most of the people stationed there were army soldiers. This time, the death toll of the massacre reached two hundred and fifty thousand.
The terrifying legend of the Dead Man's Symphony spread throughout the north.
Two large cities were massacred in a row. A large number of priests and church members gathered to try to find out the situation. However, all the evidence pointed to the new Dragon of Disaster, White Dragon Garon.
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