Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

The blade severed Kentley's head, and he fell to the ground with a smile on his face.

Everyone around was also knocked unconscious by Isaac's shadow.

He walked over to Daralio, who was lying on the ground, and used alchemy to repair his gunshot wound.

However, both he and Hugh seemed to be infected by the melodious music, showing an expression of intoxication.

What happened to them?

Fran shrugged: "I guess she was controlled by Huanqu. By the way, why are you alright?"

"As I said before, I can't appreciate classical music."

Isaac sighed as he looked at the two who were already lost in their hallucinations.

"...It might hurt a little."

Bang!

clang!

He punched Hugh and Daralrio on the head with two punches respectively.

"Ah! Pain!"

"it hurts!"

The two people who were hit by the fist instantly came to their senses.

"Seriously, don't let us down at the crucial moment."

As he spoke, Isaac snapped his fingers around.

The intricate gear structure exploded into fragments in an instant after what appeared to be a flash of sparks. With one gear destroyed, the rest of the large machine could no longer function.

However, the violin music continued to play in the top concert hall.

While it wouldn't amplify the sound enough for the entire capital to hear, it would still affect the thousand listeners in the concert hall.

“This is troublesome…” Hugh said, frowning. “As long as Christobelle keeps playing, the music can’t stop.”

Fran: "Then just destroy it, it's just a machine anyway, we can fix it later..."

"no!"

Daralrio immediately stepped forward to block the crowd. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and said, "Christobel... is someone very important to me... if this is ruined..."

"What about the thousand people in the concert hall? Should they continue to become addicted?"

"..."

Isaac glanced at the top, bypassed the struggling Daralio, and walked up to Fran.

"Let's take a gamble."

"what?"

Extending his left hand, the patterns on the back of Isaac's hand began to glow, and a golden key floated in his hand.

"If we lose the bet, we can just destroy the things."

Fran was slightly taken aback, then a smile instantly appeared on her face.

Her long, disheveled silver hair shimmered, and it was hard for the world to imagine how such a beautiful girl could let out such an arrogant laugh.

"I agree!"

Dalian has been taken to the police station by Isaac, and now Hugh can't retrieve the Book of Illusions either; only Isaac can use the key.

He recited the inscription on the key, his body emitting a faint white light.

Long Lost Library, I ask of you, are you human?

No, I am the heavens, the fallen heavens.

Chapter 1042: The Confrontation of Music

The golden key slowly inserted into the massive black lock on Fran's body.

Fran's clothes suddenly ripped open, revealing a dazzlingly white body. From her left abdomen to her right thigh, there were silver lines like wounds. They were silver metal zippers embedded in the girl's porcelain-like skin.

It was as if a wound had been cut open on the side of the abdomen, revealing a dark and bottomless cavity.

Isaac reached into the crack, and with a flash of light, two books appeared in his hands.

One of them is the book of supreme music with a heavy cover, and the other is simple and unadorned, with the words "Heart's Voice" written in Chinese on it.

Two books floated in front of Isaac simultaneously, automatically turning their pages.

Isaac's pupils flickered incessantly, and the pages of the book in front of him turned at an extremely fast pace.

Every single word is like a brand, transforming into knowledge and entering the brain.

The first book enables people to quickly master the use of various musical instruments, while the second book enables them to compose music based on their inner thoughts.

In just a few seconds, the two books fell to the ground, and the light faded away.

"...and now even the few usable books are gone?"

Fran covered her body with the tattered clothes, and looked at the two books on the ground that had lost their power, feeling a little sorry for them.

"I have fully mastered the power of these two magical books... although it's not exactly practical knowledge."

Isaac stepped forward and gently patted the tattered clothes in Fran's hands. In a flash of lightning, the clothes began to piece themselves back together, becoming perfectly intact and worn by her.

Meanwhile, the concert continued in the concert hall.

"Dalario, right?"

"Ah, yes."

Are there any musical instruments in this basement?

"Most of the instruments are connected to the mechanisms here through ensemble playing... Oh, by the way, Lord Diswald's violin was left with me before, and I've already repaired it."

Daralrio stood up and started rummaging around, eventually pulling out a small box.

Inside was the violin that Hugh had lent out directly.

"Can I borrow it?"

Isaac picked up his violin and ran upstairs without a word. The others looked at each other in bewilderment and then followed him.

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In the concert hall, Christobel was playing the violin under the soft spotlight on the stage.

The captivating melody caused all the guests in their seats to close their eyes, their lips involuntarily curving upwards, and some even drooling.

Is this a large-scale drug use incident?

When everyone entered the concert hall, they saw the expressions on the audience's faces; they were completely absorbed in the enchanting music.

With earplugs made by Isaac plugged in their ears, Hugh and Daralrio's playing had no effect on them.

Isaac, holding his violin, leaped onto the stage and stood next to Christobell, who was playing intently.

"What is he going to do?" Daralio was puzzled by Isaac's actions.

Fran smiled slightly.

"Just watch."

Isaac skillfully placed the bow on the violin, closed his eyes, and began to play.

Christophe Bell played Utopia from the fifty-seven fantasy pieces left by Padini, which can immerse the listener in a beautiful, fictional dream.

The so-called utopia refers to Avalon, an important island in Arthurian legend, a sacred site in Celtic mythology, and the central belief of the ancient Druid religion. Avalon is another name for the Welsh paradise, and is also known as the "Isle of the Blessed" or "Isle of the Blessed."

The audience experienced hallucinations while listening to the music.

They felt as if they were in a boundless fairyland, surrounded by beautiful mountains and rivers, with towering trees providing shade and fairies singing softly. Everything was so wonderful.

However, when Isaac started playing the violin, the illusion they were seeing suddenly changed dramatically.

The grasslands turned to scorched earth, the trees began to burn, the rivers began to dry up, and the mountain peaks gushed forth lava.

The fairies who played with them and the nymphs who played their harps turned into corpses scattered all over the ground in the blink of an eye.

The sky turned blood red, and the ground was filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

When the audience turned around, they found themselves facing a vast army, each soldier wearing a rusty helmet and bloodstained clothes, their faces devoid of skin and muscle, only bare bones.

These skeleton soldiers, armed with guns or flamethrowers, wantonly trampled and destroyed everything in the fairyland.

Then, as these skeleton soldiers utterly destroyed the entire utopia, they all turned their heads, their empty eyes seemingly glowing with a faint firelight, staring directly at the audience who were lost in their hallucinations.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!"

In reality, Isaac is playing the violin, using his own music to counter the illusion played by Christophe Bell.

If Christophe's Utopia is a beautiful, relaxing, and captivating melody, then Isaac's piece is a majestic and menacing one. They are two completely different styles of music.

But when the two pieces are played together, the beautiful dream will be shattered.

Heart Sound's ability to create music is to transform a person's inner world into music. Isaac programmed and played out the numerous fierce battles he had experienced, completely destroying the dream world woven by Utopia.

Fortunately, this is to counteract the addictive nature of the fantasy music; otherwise, a person with a weak mind would probably be rendered unable to take care of themselves by the cruel scenes depicted in the music.

Screams erupted from the concert hall. Everyone was jolted awake by the mental chaos of their surroundings being disrupted. When they looked at the stage, they found no one there.

"What was that just now?"

"How terrifying..."

What exactly is that piece of music?

……

Offstage, Isaac had already carried the immobile Christobel down and placed her in front of Daralrio.

“The audience seems to have broken free from their addiction to the fantasy music.”

"Yes...but..."

Daralrio's lips twitched as he looked at the terrified guests.

"I reckon they'll have a hard time enjoying music in the future."