Chapter 130: Why Do You Need to Explain (4K 2-in-1)
As the word Fan Ning was spoken, a violent burst of light exploded from the twisted giant face, and the various deformed organs embedded in Cecil's face were instantly reduced to ashes!
"Wow!!!"
This giant distorted human face was emitting a shrill howl that did not sound like a human voice, and rancid, viscous black liquid splashed out like water from a sprinkler!
"Bang! Bang!" Two sets of steel wire bundles were broken alive.
They were connected to crystal chandeliers at their lower ends and hung on the face of the "Dream Man", dancing like a pendulum above the symphony hall. Several unlucky students did not know how to avoid it and were smashed alive. Their bodies were covered in blood and glass shards.
Fabian, who had controlled "Dream Boy" in a similar way to "sketching" and had some mysterious connection with them, had his head exploded, and red and white debris was thrown into the air and fell again like confetti.
Fabian, die!
"Idiot, you destroyed our container, this 'phantom man' is going to lose control." Seeing Cecil's body destroyed, the perfumer was shocked.
She took a golden pill without any hesitation, and then, her whole body turned into smoke and dust of a similar color, as if she had been vaporized, and floated away from the aisle on the side of the auditorium on the second floor.
!
Fan Ning naturally witnessed the whole process of the perfumer's escape, but he was unable to take care of it. At this moment, his face turned red and he clenched his teeth. The few inspirations he had left spewed out again like cheap tap water.
"Purify!!"
There was another dizzying flash, the huge "Dream Man" face was blown away by the light, and the ceiling of the entire symphony hall was splattered with ink-black mucus.
But these mucus still have vitality, they squirm and close together, and will soon become one again!
As soon as he saw the perfumer choose to run away without hesitation, Fan Ning vaguely felt that something was not going well, and at this moment, his expression finally changed.
"Why is this thing so strong?"
Its formation requires the construction of a secret ritual with music performance as the main body, and the existence of a large number of listeners who are affected by the mysterious chords. In this state, the collective dream memory of the listeners can become a living reality, and in the essence of the radiance
It thrives and thrives under the support of the pulsating ladle.
The spirits of the audience present have all been affected by the purifying nature of his "First Symphony". Under the premise of this strong blockage, this "phantom man" who descended still has such terrifying power. If he had not had it before
If we hold the same musical ceremony to compete with it, what level of existence will this "phantom man" be?
The level of the secret ritual activated by the essence of radiance completely exceeded Fan Ning’s imagination!
Although his inspiration was exhausted and his spirit was extremely exhausted, he did not dare to neglect it. With the baton, countless spiritual threads connected to the audience were violently shaken by him again!
Thin, light golden lines that resembled "scratches" began to appear in the air. They wrapped around "Dream Man's" recondensed face, and then wrapped it up.
These pale golden lines have an extremely sharp texture, and they are completely inserted into the depths of the human face, causing the carrion in the spare parts to protrude abnormally, as if they are about to burst.
"Wow!!! Wow!!!"
The chandeliers fell down one by one, making crisp crackling sounds on the ground, and the wrapped human face was squirming fiercely.
Fan Ning's veins bulged out in his arms and neck, and he could no longer hold himself up, so he knelt down on one knee.
The next second, the face of "Dream Man" in the air tore a gap in those pale golden scratches.
Fan Ning squeezed his inspiration with all his strength, trying to control those lines to sew the face together. Big drops of blood seeped out from all over his cheeks, dripping like raindrops on the wooden floor!
At this time, a look of determination flashed across Dean Gould's face.
He took out a vial containing a viscous purple liquid, quickly broke its seal, and then, without any hesitation, drank it all in one gulp.
The old man closed his eyes, and after about six or seven seconds, he slowly opened them again.
At this time, Fan Ning's face was covered with blood, and his spiritual body was still vigorously arousing inspiration. The hand he was holding on the audience seat next to him had five nails deeply dug into the cloth!
The face of "Dream Man" above is about to break free from the pale golden scratches.
Dean Gould took a step forward.
In this step, the floor tiles cracked, the musicians fainted, the drum heads cracked, the music stands were twisted and deformed, the bow strings broke, the music scores turned into powder, and all the potted plants in the front of the stage were pulled up from the soil.
Something seemed to be broken in the air, and something was beginning to reorganize.
He raised his wrinkled arm, and the trajectory drew a wave-like pattern. Some kind of sharp, sharp, and destructive lightning sparks condensed in his hand!
Fan Ning opened his eyes.
Sternike, who was seriously injured and unconscious, also opened his eyes and looked at Gould in disbelief with Huxley.
Even the members who were standing guard outside the door and maintaining order also came in to visit at this time.
The mystery of the "key" phase, which has such a breath and such power that is almost substantial, is directly displayed on the surface of the world.
This is definitely not something that high-ranking knowledgeable people can do!
This is the invisible power that can only be summoned by the "Snow One"!
The huge distorted face on the ceiling was squirming and deforming crazily, and the pale golden "scratches" that Fan Ning drew from the resonance of inspiration from the audience finally broke apart!
Points of light in the air fell like dust.
"Wow!!--"
An even more heartbreaking and creepy scream sounded, the lights in the symphony hall went out, and all the glass lampshades on the surrounding heights turned into powder.
Amidst the crashing sound, Fan Ning's vision suddenly went dark, and he felt that his brain's balance and perception system had completely failed, and his whole body seemed to be spinning upside down in the air.
After a few seconds, he heard his disordered heartbeat, his senses returned weakly, and there was severe cramping in the depths of his brain, as if he had been inserted into a vacuum cleaner that was working at full power, and the slurry was almost drained.
He felt that he might not be able to stand up.
Red drops were dripping from the earlobes, chin, corners of the mouth, and the tip of the nose. Fan Ning pulled up the chest of his shirt and wiped away the thick layer of blood on his face that blocked his vision.
In the darkness, his spiritual sense "heard" that the symphony had just ended, and "saw" that the fainting musicians were all forcibly ejected off the stage by Gould, and that human face was already pulling several bunches of rancid smells.
The slime fell, and the stage looked like large patches of bumpy asphalt.
He "saw" Dean Gould standing in the corner of the stage. Small holes were appearing on his face and arms. His whole body seemed to have endured some kind of destructive invisible force from the inside out. He was about to be in a state of collapse.
On the verge of collapse.
"Dean, he took some kind of special elixir, passed through a certain door of Yiyonghui Tower, and was forcibly promoted to a knower?"
Fan Ning knelt on one knee, leaning on the audience seat and gasping for air. He looked at the lavender halo of the old pianist's outermost astral body. At this time, it almost spread to the entire stage, and his emotional body was pure white.
, the inner etheric body presents boiling light and shadow.
The old man made a simple action and threw the previous metal wire "match man" directly.
The arc that had always been faintly visible on the stage suddenly spread and grew wildly, forming a translucent net. The scene inside changed the previous trend of "dismantling and spreading". Instead, it was "shrinking and gathering". That asphalt-like ugly
The human face is also compressed by more than twice its size and is firmly bound within the network.
The entire change was completed while the "Matchman" drew a parabola in the air. Then when it landed, Dean Gould clenched his fingers into a fist——
"Boom card!"
A funnel-shaped purple lightning struck from the far sky, melting the ceiling with a gap larger than the entire "Dream Man" face. When it approached the ground, it converged into a dazzling white as thick as a water snake, and the stage wooden floor
It was cracked, and a bottomless black hole appeared where it was hit!
Fan Ning raised his head in fear, and saw outside the gap of the symphony hall, a large starry sky in the dark night was vaguely visible, and bricks, stones and steel bars were falling in large swaths covered with dust.
"Solved?" As soon as this thought came to his mind, he saw several tentacle-like black slimes sticking out from the black hole on the stage!
It's just that the movement is slow, and there are purple electric sparks burning and jumping on it, and it seems that it has suffered a lot of damage.
Dean Gould's face has turned pale, and the fine holes in his body that were originally the size of a needle tip have now become the size of a mung bean!
Seeing the black mucus constantly pouring out of the hole, a fierce look appeared on the old man's face.
"Boom card!"
Another funnel-shaped bolt of lightning struck down, and the entire stage sank a certain height. All the flesh and blood under Gould's knees disintegrated, and the whole person fell straight forward in an unseemly posture.
The old man was lying on the ground, staring coldly ahead, and his piano-playing hands were still clenched into fists.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
As lightning struck again, his arm gradually disintegrated and fell off.
The entire stage was finally overwhelmed and collapsed into a huge pit more than three meters deep.
Fan Ning staggered forward and saw that the "Dream Man" face was now only a few wisps of smoking mucus, hanging separately on the exposed and curled building steel bars. Principal Sternikai and Huxley
The vice-principal was covered in bricks and stones, and his life or death was unknown.
"Caron, if you can get up, run away."
Dean Gould, whose limbs had all collapsed, was lying in the pit and struggled to speak.
The old pianist's voice was weak, and due to his prone position, Fan Ning could not be seen squatting on the edge of the giant pit.
Fan Ning opened his mouth, but found that his throat was hoarse and nothing came out.
"Don't come over to see me or check on it."
"It possesses the complete strength of the Enlightenment Level. I forcibly promoted it, but it was a little bit short and I didn't fight to kill it."
The broken pieces of internal organs were filled with dirty blood, and they were constantly gushing out from the old man's mouth and nose. His speech was extremely painful, with the sound of gurgling liquid.
"Run quickly"
"Don't come over to see me, don't check on it, and don't jump down."
The old man couldn't turn over, couldn't raise his head, couldn't see whether Fan Ning had left or not, and couldn't hear whether Fan Ning had responded to him, so he held on to his last breath and continued to explain hard and repeatedly.
"If you can get up, run quickly."
"Continue to play your piano well and write your music"
Fan Ning's face was covered in blood, and his teeth had bitten his lips. He opened his mouth desperately, trying to give a response, but no sound came out. Finally, he turned around.
The moment he turned around and staggered out, Dean Gould's entire body collapsed into pieces of flesh, with purple light still jumping around.
The black slime hanging on the steel bars began to squirm and convulse again, crawling and gathering at a slower speed than before.
"The police are here! Everyone, calm down! Evacuate in an orderly manner!"
Large numbers of police officers in uniforms and armed with various types of firearms filed in from various passages of the symphony hall. At a rough estimate, there were hundreds of them.
Blood continued to drip from his face. Fan Ning took less than three steps, and his already dry spirit suddenly felt a creepy feeling again!
A huge, twisted "Dream Man" face with sticky black hair stood up from behind his shoulders!
"Get down!" A male voice with a strong nasal voice sounded.
A man wearing a soft felt hat and a silver-gray windbreaker suddenly appeared in front of Fan Ning's eyes.
It was as if he had always been here before and was only being noticed now.
It’s none other than Special Patrol Agent Benjamin!
Fan Ning's scalp went numb and he hurriedly lay down. He had already exhausted his energy and energy. This time, he completely lost all strength. After rolling on the ground uncontrollably for a few times, he hit the leg of a chair in the auditorium.
He shook his head vigorously a few times, struggled to sit up, and then saw Benjamin holding the crimson pipe in his mouth!
A sudden change occurred, and "Dream Man"'s black mucus slipped out in large swaths, and finally turned into a transparent human face without blood.
"Wow!!! Wow! - Wow! Wow"
This transparent human face had a ferocious expression, and it kept howling, but the sound became smaller and smaller, and finally it was distorted and deformed, and it was sucked into the pipe!
There was a "bang" sound, and the crimson pipe was put into a black box.
This "dream man" or "phantom man" created by several secret organizations seems to have been sealed by the Special Patrol Office with some special ritual or means!
Fan Ning seemed to suddenly understand something.
He sat on the ground, looked up and watched Benjamin finish these actions and then walk to him.
The other party took out a green candle that was only the size of his little finger, rubbed the wick with his fingers, and lit it.
Then he leaned over, placed it next to himself, turned around and left.
The candle burned extremely fast, turning into ashes in just a few breaths, leaving only fine green smoke lingering around Fan Ning.
The inspiration was still dry, but Fan Ning felt that the physical pain had recovered. Although he felt weak as if recovering from a serious illness and was extremely sleepy, at least he could move with complete freedom.
"Is this why you want me to give up my graduation concert?" Fan Ning stood up and spoke in a deep voice.
The man in the silver windbreaker didn't even look back, and walked straight past the scattered corpses and unconscious people towards the stage.
"What's the difference between you and those secret organizations that worship evil gods?"
No response.
"In order to achieve this goal, you have single-handedly contributed to the death of so many students and Dean Gould. Do you think you are worthy of claiming to be the control agency of the mysterious side of the empire?"
The symphony hall still echoes with the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground or stepping on liquid.
"Why are you speechless now? Do you think that at this point, all parties will silently accept this result? Are you the mastermind, are you condoning it, or are you using it, without even a single explanation?" Fan Ning's questioning became louder and louder.
Come bigger.
Benjamin, who had reached the edge of the stage pit, finally turned around.
He looked at Fan Ning from afar, his tone was calm and cold:
"The Special Patrol Office always does the right thing, so why do we need to explain it in front of you?"