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The tower's resonance could not stop them, nor could the twin strings bind them—what exactly are they?

Footsteps came from outside the hall, unhurried yet striking his very soul.

The door opened.

He stood there, his black trench coat taut and sharp.

Those eyes—a pitch-black abyss—swallowed the surrounding light, and also swallowed all his arrogance.

"you……"

The Witch King's voice was slightly unsteady.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"Are you the Witch King?"

A few simple words, yet they froze the air.

Origin—

These two words suddenly popped into his mind.

As if to verify his idea, he gently placed his staff on the void, as if pressing on invisible piano keys.

His fingertips fell, ripples spread through the air, and deep notes flowed out like sighs.

The light in the entire palace suddenly dimmed, and the shadows turned into a viscous tide, surging towards Shen Lin from all directions.

Each shadow carried a heavy sorrow, as if it could crush the soul.

Shen Lin stood still. When the shadows touched within three feet of him, they seemed to hit an invisible dam. The tide of sorrow was forced to divert, bypassing him, and finally reconverged behind him, but had lost all power.

The Witch King's fingers suddenly quickened, the musical notes transformed into blades, and the stirring melody surged forth like a thousand horses galloping.

The air was sliced ​​into sharp fragments, each refracting a blinding, cold light.

The palace pillars collapsed, and before the rubble could even hit the ground, it was pulverized into finer dust by the vibrations of the sound waves.

Shen Lin's figure blurred for a moment in the sonic storm, but the next second, he was still standing in the same spot, not even the hem of his clothes was torn.

Those sonic blades, powerful enough to tear steel apart, vanished into nothingness the instant they approached him, like tamed wild beasts.

The melody rises and falls, sometimes like a lament, sometimes like a thunderous rage.

The entire palace began to twist, the walls flowed like melting wax, the dome collapsed into a vortex, the light was swallowed up, leaving only chaotic black and white patches.

Sorrowful, magnificent, somber, and stirring... these four distinct musical sounds, when combined with the Witch King's Originium Arts, unleashed a devastating power.

Shen Lin finally raised his eyes, his dark pupils reflecting the crumbling world.

His gaze fell upon the Witch King, not with contempt or wariness, but with a kind of almost academic scrutiny.

"you......"

Why didn't you fight back?

Shen Lin did not answer. His gaze pierced through the Witch King and landed on the faint, indistinct phantom behind him.

Traces of the origin.

The Witch King was unaware of Shen Lin's observation.

He suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers grasping at the air, and the runes of the Golden Melody suddenly lit up. This time it was no longer a simple sonic attack, but something more essential—he had plucked the strings of space.

The reality surrounding the tower began to peel away, revealing the chaotic undertones beneath.

The shattered color blocks no longer floated randomly, but instead reassembled along some mysterious trajectory, transforming into huge sound waves that slowly swept towards Shen Lin.

This attack has transcended conventional Originium Arts, subtly touching upon the realm of rule modification.

Shen Lin's eyes narrowed slightly.

really--

The Witch King did indeed touch the threshold of the Origin, albeit superficially, and without realizing it, but he did unintentionally stir up the underlying melody of this land.

The moment the sound wave arrived, Shen Lin finally raised one hand.

It wasn't a block, it wasn't a counterattack, but rather—

resonance.

His fingertips lightly touched the tip of the sweeping sound wave.

Zheng——

A clear, resonant tremolo echoed through the sky.

……

The Sarkaz army's torrent had reached this last bastion of Letania, and every Sarkaz was charging forward with unbridled ferocity, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Although the city was deserted, they still had their own mission to fulfill.

Destroy the tower! Destroy the tower!!

The Witch King is the one who has perfected the fusion of Originium Arts and Lytanian vocal music; his solo performance alone can resonate with all the towers in a region.

At this moment, Niecilei and Ducarei have already occupied their towers in other cities of the region to prevent the resonance from occurring.

As the Sarkaz advances, in addition to the strange fog, strange humanoid "creatures" continue to appear.

Their faces were unrecognizable; all that could be vaguely seen was that they were wearing Ursus military uniforms.

They stood there in a daze, but once attacked, they charged towards the Sarkaz army like madmen.

"Why do these mushroom-shaped heads look like ghosts?"

"These guys glowing red all over are a bit weird!"

"That's a bit strange!"

A Sarkaz warrior's axe blade had already cleaved into the first monster's shoulder.

The feel is off, it's fucking wrong.

To kill a living person, one should first break the skin, then crush the bones, and finally leave the bone stuck in the internal organs.

But this thing's body felt like a clump of moldy cotton had been chopped into it, and when the axe sank in, wisps of black smoke actually came out.

Just as the Sarkaz warriors were entangled with these corrupted creatures...

Zheng——

Unnatural wrinkles began to appear in the space surrounding the tower.

As a piercing clang ripped through the sky, all the contaminated Ursus remains on the battlefield suddenly froze.

Their decaying bodies convulsed violently, and the red light in their eye sockets flickered, as if disturbed by some higher-level power.

"It's the king who's making a move!"

One of the veterans shouted excitedly.

"Now's the time! Push forward!"

The Sarkaz commanders seized the opportunity immediately. The rolling tracks of the tanks thundered forward, smashing the stiff monsters into various positions.

The warlocks seized the opportunity to unleash their Originium Arts, which had been fully charged, and the black and red energy torrents tore several gaps in the enemy ranks.

"Free Fire!"

The battlefield situation reversed instantly.

Under the cover of the tanks, the gunfire from the infantry guns instantly engulfed the strange creatures.

Their fallen bodies did not bleed; instead, they turned into a puddle of black mist and disappeared into the air.

"Maintain formation! Don't linger in the fight!"

At the forefront of the battle line, the first wave of troops had already broken into the plaza surrounding the tower. The spatial distortion was most severe there, and the ground undulated like ocean waves.

However, not a single Sarkaz warrior felt fear because of this strange situation, for His Highness was with them, and they firmly believed that no living being on this land could stop their advance at this moment.

"For victory!"

Amidst deafening battle cries, the first assault team stormed into the entrance to the tower's base. Behind them, more soldiers were breaking through the final lines of defense.

other side

Ivignad's golden pupils contracted slightly. She saw the air in the distance like silk being crumpled by an invisible hand, with light suddenly breaking as it passed through certain areas, forming eerie color blocks and faults.

Such power...

She and Helena met a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Her voice, unusually, carried a hint of wavering.

"This is... a clash of powers."

Herlinmat gazed at the distant scene, her pupils suddenly contracting.

"We can no longer sit idly by."

Just as the two empresses were about to take their steps—

Almost at the same moment, a massive sword aura swept across the path of the two empresses.

Two figures blocked their way amidst their indifferent gazes.

"No entry ahead."

Ivignad's strings suddenly tightened; she could feel the intimidating aura emanating from the other person, and her expression subtly changed.

One couple just left and another one comes in?

Is it over yet?

How come there are so many top-tier experts in the Sarkaz clan?

Meanwhile, Helena, standing to the side, didn't have as many thoughts. Her black dress fluttered without wind, and the sharp blade in her hand was pointed directly at Theresa.

"Step aside."

"You have no idea what's happening inside that tower!"

Theresa's white dress billowed in the air currents, and countless tiny black particles surrounded her, condensing into vortexes with her movements.

Theresa flicked her finger, and the black particles suddenly converged, transforming into a twisted barrier that silently devoured Herlinmat's sword energy.

She tilted her head slightly, her long pink hair fluttering in the turbulent air, her voice almost indifferent.

"It is precisely because I understand this that I cannot let you pass."

"We won't let you disturb Shen Lin!"

……

Herhunzoren always felt that this land was boring and dull, with low-brow people doing the same trivial things day after day.

He had heard many rumors about him: a tyrannical king, a madman, a ruthless executioner...

But even so, so what?

Everyone can condemn his tyranny, but no one can condemn his incompetence!

He will not deliberately guide the thoughts of the people, because there must be a gap between geniuses and ordinary people, and this gap must exist.

Just like social classes, everyone is born with a distinction between high and low, noble and lowly.

This division is even more evident in ideology: nobles can pursue high art, while the poor suffer from the struggle for survival.

Just as in Letania, only he glimpsed the truth of this land that others could not comprehend.

This further solidified his belief that Letania was a nation devoid of talent.

Those ordinary people must obey his commands to be on the right path.

He is the truth! He alone is the truth!!

But now... for the first time, he questioned himself.

Although there are many ways to maintain youth, having mastered the power of origin, he could clearly sense that the man before him was even younger than himself.

young.

This realization was like a sharp knife, precisely piercing his arrogant mindset.