Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1060: Aria of the Queen of the Night

"--I come."

Unexpectedly... it was Arsen, who had the weakest fighting ability among the three, who stood up without hesitation.

He strode forward and looked 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 and what kind of determination he had made to dare to fight a fifth-level Moon Child head-on in the opponent's home court. You know, Yasen was not good at fighting... He was just good at running away.

The Count of Orleans also obviously knew Yassen's background.

"Unexpectedly..."

Therefore, he did not feel any pressure at all, but 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 Yassen.

This is not surprising. After all, Arsene was once a famous thief who stole from rich people... and in Iris, at least half of the rich people are Moon Children, and the remaining half are 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.

There are no good prey to be found by just hunting at night - for the Son of the Moon, the best food is the extraordinary people who are dedicated to the path, or the mortals who are adaptable to the path of dedication. And it is best to be good-looking and young.

——And Yassen just happens 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 hit Yasen hard in the 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 hold 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 count 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, Yassen suddenly let go of his left hand.

The next attack came instantly, knocking the dagger away.

The palm of Yassen's open left hand suddenly burst into a ball of light as bright as day, causing the Count to squint his eyes. His cloak rolled up and disappeared into nothingness.

At this moment, Sarastro finally drew his dagger that had been blown away.

The hallucinations that roared in came like a tsunami.

Everyone was in a trance for just a moment, and the surroundings were no longer the corridor filled with corpses and stone statues, but a dark blue palace. Looking around, all they could see was the cave-like palace under the night sky.

Everything around them did not disappear - neither the walls nor the bodies nor the other people. No one could see each other, and the sounds of their fighting and the smell of blood around them all disappeared.

If you don't remember the layout of the surrounding buildings, you might suddenly bump into the air.

However, Yassen moved through the illusion of nothingness with great skill.

It was not because he had control over the illusion, but because he was indeed very familiar with the architectural layout here.

The count relied on his 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 low roar suddenly came from all directions, accompanied by a sudden and powerful music:

"The hellish flames of revenge burn in my heart!
"The fire of death and despair consumes me——"

That was a high note that Arsene could never sing.

His deep voice sang with all his might, like a roar.

And the pitch-black flames roared up from nowhere, and the cold flames burned all over the earth.

Although they did not see the fight between Arsene and the Earl, the song that sounded out of nowhere made Aiwas and Sherlock's faces change.

——It’s so 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 of "Queen of the Night", he must understand and master this spell.

In this song, the Queen of the Night orders her daughter to complete her mission of revenge. She is a sacred and noble "Queen of the Night" with an irritable and manic personality, a strong desire for control, but also a strong maternal love. When her daughter is in danger, she wants to save her; she will also comfort 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, but she did not choose to save her. She chose to face her fate in rage, irritability, and pain - that was the principle of betrayal and revenge, the divine power of the Shadow Sky Master!

——The so-called "Queen of the Night" here refers to the Shadow Heavenly Master. 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.

The power of the flames will increase with hatred and determination for revenge.

Ding!
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, and 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 holding the cane into a fist and punched Yassen in the face. Relying on the reaction force, he took two steps back instantly, raised his cane to hold Yassen's chest; at the same time, he swung the cane to behead him!
Ding!
And Yassen raised the short sword Sarastro, which turned into a black flaming dagger, to block the cane.

He raised his head, with black flames burning in his pupils. At this time, the dark flames had already spread upwards along the cane.

The corners of Yasin's mouth rose slightly for a moment, and he continued to sing: "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 fire finally burned the Count of Orleans.

His trouser legs, his right hand holding the cane, and his wrist which was burned by the flames from the dagger.

He did not feel the burning heat, but an abnormal 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 condensed on his trouser legs and hands, looking as dark as obsidian.

His strength was constantly being 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 Way of Beauty!
As someone who is on the path of devotion, the path of beauty, and the path of balance, Arsene simply cannot deeply comprehend the abilities of the path of love.

With the help of the Box of Nothingness, Count Orleans almost understood and controlled the fire!

This would have been completely impossible under the original circumstances.

——This impossible thing can only be achieved with the help of the Box of Nothingness!

Perhaps it was because he remained unshaken and looked calm, while Arsene looked as if he had exhausted all his strength and had no momentum at all... Or perhaps it was because Arsene's singing was so awful that it angered and even awakened the Swan King.

But in the end, the black flame was gradually controlled by Count Orleans, and the cold limbs gradually regained control.

He swung his cane more and more easily to block Yassen's increasingly weaker attacks.

He looked calm, elegant and relaxed, but Yassen's movements were getting slower and slower, and his strength was constantly draining away.

Ding! Ding! when!
Finally, the Count of Orleans turned from defense to offense.

After he blocked two consecutive attacks from Yassen, he suddenly stepped forward.

He disappeared in an instant and 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 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.

——Arsene, who had just appeared after the substitute, had his right arm holding the dagger suddenly chopped off by a bright red invisible blade!

It was not aimed at his landing point.

Instead, he launched the attack before Yasen appeared - to be precise, Yasen bumped into him himself!
When the dagger "dropped from his hand", the illusion around him also distorted and dissipated. Yassen, leaning against the wall, covered his shoulders and stared at the Count of Orleans.

His right arm fell to the side - it was still holding the dagger, and the black fire on the dagger was quickly dissipating. There was still some black fire burning on the floor, ceiling, and walls. Those ancient paintings were burning quietly in the fire of revenge, condensing into pieces of black ice.

"I know your methods all too well, Yassen."

After launching an attack, the Count 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 inferior humans who have no vision and no brains. They are not worth mentioning to the noble Son of the Moon.

"How long do you think I have lived? Ten years? Several decades? Or even hundreds of years?"

Count Orleans sighed and smiled in a pretentious manner: "Everything you have seen in your short life, I have already seen. What you can think of, I can also think of. All the insights you have gained in life are nothing great... They are just things I have long since left behind.

"Stealing the wealth of the rich and giving it to the poor? That's ridiculous. If the poor take that little gift, isn't he still poor? Even if the rich loses his heirloom, he is 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 by yourself? Haha, I wouldn't have dreamed like you when I was a teenager, Yassen.

"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 look was extremely cold: "Why do you want to escape? Isn't it good to live here?
“Even if you don’t have the noble qualifications to become a child of the moon, you can still become a butler.

"Of course, of course... You are a big shot now. That old man took a fancy to you, and you became his son-in-law and were 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 hold back, so can they.

"Can they? They can't."

Count Orleans said word by word: "You made me lose sixty-eight blood slaves and countless wealth. 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 hold back, so they finally came back obediently. By the way, they betrayed their colleagues and betrayed their friends.

"But even for those who came back, I didn't forgive them - I hanged them all, skinned them, and tortured them all.

"You made me a disgrace, a disgrace to the Moon Children, Yasin... Everyone laughed at me. And you dared to come back and turn your weapon against your master. How do you think I should punish you?"

"——Let's not talk about that for now."

Aiwass's voice appeared silently behind him: "But it's time to wake up from the dream."

(End of this chapter)