The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

There was a slight sweat on Czerny's forehead.

That doesn't mean there's anything wrong with the ensemble outside of the music.However, he suddenly had an inexplicable feeling... a feeling of being spied on and manipulated.

Every key played by his fingers, the rhythm of his breathing, and the rhythm he felt in his heart seemed to be held by an invisible big hand.

This big hand did not interfere with his playing, but Czerny had an inexplicable premonition.

That means he can't stop playing.

……

It's certainly an eye-catching piece of music - at least at the beginning, it is.

However, gradually some people felt something strange.

Because they saw painful expressions begin to appear on the faces of the three performers.

It was as if something was eating away at them from the inside.

……

And the auditory hallucinations echoed in the ears of Black Key and Bai Chao again.

The furious Witch King roared viciously in Black Key's ears.

"(Letania swears), you are really looked down upon! When I come out, I will defeat you, this damn reptile!"

And the confused Witch King was mumbling empty words in Bai Chuo's ears.

"...Black Snake, have you and I finally reached this point?"

Chapter 382: Great love for the Witch King

The people in the audience were no longer silent.

Because the playing on stage had begun to take an unsettling turn.

The flute and violin, which work in perfect harmony with each other and have harmonious melodies, begin to transform into two extreme and completely different styles.

Czerny noticed something was wrong, and he began to try to use his piano sound to neutralize the two drifting melodies, but it was all in vain.

The Black Keys played harder, trying to take the dominance of this noisy ensemble into his own hands, and he tried to replace Chalk as Gertrude's sacrifice.

Black Key felt that he seemed to have touched the tail of the melody of the earthly sound.

He played harder, but the chalky sound became heavier and hollower.

The sound of the flute is urgent, manic, harsh, fast and slow, and is full of impulses to drag everything in front of you into the abyss.

The sound of the violin is slow, melancholy, and hollow, and the rhythm remains unchanged, as if the earth has been flattened by a natural disaster, leaving nothing behind.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes turned to the white-haired young man playing the cello on the stage.

These eyes contained confusion, confusion, hesitation... and fear.

They watched the white-haired young man's hair grow longer and longer, watched the Originium crystals surge out of his body, and watched the flesh and blood begin to stir continuously and wear a coat composed of Originium crystals.

A strange melody began to echo in the Sunset Hall, and gradually spread until all the streets and alleys of the city of Vesselheim were occupied by this ethereal melody.

A long sigh that seemed to come from nothingness rang in the hearts of every audience in the Sunset Hall.

Looking at the monster on the stage who was still playing the cello slowly, anyone present could only think of two words.

【Witch King】!

……

"what!"

Screams mixed with fear and panic broke everyone's stiffness. Seeing the changes happening on the stage, people in the concert hall began to escape.

Not everyone is aware of Gertrude's plans, and not everyone is able to remain calm in the face of fear.

But just as the first audience member stood up, Gertrude's voice sounded from within the walls surrounding the Sunset Hall.

"Can you give the musicians on stage the respect they deserve? Leaving the venue early is not something a qualified audience should do."

This sound seemed to contain some indescribable magic power, forcing people's bodies to stay in place.

Only those in the few boxes and auditoriums who had no intention of leaving were not affected.

And those people's eyes also shifted from the silent monster on the stage to the woman who appeared from nowhere, holding a baton, like the conductor of this concert.

Gertrude, already started playing.

……

Black Key and Czerny all looked at the woman with a proud expression and looked at them as if they were nothing with angry eyes.

They wanted to stop playing, to yell, to stop Gertrude's madness.

But they can't do anything.

Because the melody they played has already constrained their actions.

They couldn't stop until the song was over.

……

'(Letania swears) Old man!Didn’t you say you had a way? '

The Black Keys called impatiently inwardly.

He had never thought about it like this, hoping that the auditory hallucinations that tortured him would reappear in his ears.

No.

He could hear no sound except the sound of his own flute, which he was being manipulated as if he were a puppet.

……

At this time, Gertrude, who made her debut, ignored the thoughts of the other three.

She looked at the baton in her hand, but did not wave it.

Because the two earthly voices caught by her are still resisting.

Oh no.

To be precise, there is only a consciousness born with the sounds of the world that resists.

The other section has already started to fall apart.

"Black Snake, how dare you..."

The roar of the Angry Witch King invaded Gertrude's mind. He was angry at the Confused Witch King's inaction, but he was even more angry at the Black Snake's attack that showed no sign of friendship.

When Black Key and White came on stage, the surgery unit Gertrude had arranged in the Sunset Hall had already been quietly activated.

Of course, their earthly voices are still there, but these two consciousnesses have been separated by Gertrude.

In front of the evil god who can play with consciousness, emotions, and souls, mere earthly sounds are nothing. The reason why Gertrude did nothing before was to let these two consciousnesses that carried the Witch King's emotions for a period of time go. Helping Black Keys and Chalk, just because... they're really useless.

They were able to survive on Chalk and Black Key until now, just because Gertrude wanted to fill in some chips for this experiment.

"..."

Gertrude didn't pay attention to the angry Witch King's question, nor did she care about the confused Witch King's sigh.

She just started waving the baton in her hand, adjusting all the spell-casting units in the Sunset Hall, and refocused the melody and energy on Bai Chao, who had become the Witch King.

They are just two indoctrinated consciousnesses.

Black Snake is extremely familiar with this kind of thing.

The same goes for the [Snake Sloughs] of [Utopian Dream]. Those conscious bodies think that they are still the same person before they were alive, but in fact, they are just works with memories and thoughts.

For some people, as long as they look exactly the same and have complete memories, the consciousness of their personality is often regarded as their own person... But this is not the case for Black Snake.

Fake is fake.

No matter how similar they are, even if their bodies, minds, souls, and personalities are exactly the same... that's not true.

In the eyes of the evil god, everything is unique.

Not just life, but even the machines produced by the Victorian assembly line, the sand in Sargon, and every drop of water in the ocean.

after all……

Even the most common and mundane things have their own uniqueness.

Maybe it's the history it's experienced, maybe it's an unknown purpose, maybe it's appearing in different places at the same time... all of these are enough to make it unique in the eyes of the evil god.

So when will He be able to turn these unique things into Himself?

……

Gertrude waved her baton but did not speak, but the sound rang in the ears of everyone in the Sunset Hall.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, thank you for hanging on until now, waiting for the last scene of the show."

At this moment, her voice contained a hint of unexplainable seriousness.

Some nobles in the boxes who didn't know what was going on felt a little uneasy, but seeing that the more distinguished guests in the top boxes didn't move, they all decided to be patient and stay put.

They no longer dare to set their sights on the stage.

They are not afraid of Gertrude... It is true that for the tower warlocks in Leitania, who is home and who is away is indeed very important, but Gertrude is just a count after all.

In the eyes of these self-sufficient and noble people, she would not be able to solve the problem if everyone here raised the issue together.

But even the most ignorant nobles who looked down upon Gertrude no longer dared to make any move at this time.

Because the monster, which was playing the cello and made of Originium crystals, remained silent.

[Witch King], right there.

……

"A hundred years ago, the despicable twins overthrew His Majesty's rule. They used sweet words to seduce a group of ignorant people who did not know His Majesty's greatness. They used despicable means to push His Majesty, who had dedicated his whole life for Letania, from the high tower. They Shamelessly snatching the crown that belonged to His Majesty."

In the audience, the unidentified woman was silent.

Beside her, Bai Chuo's grandfather was indignant, but when he saw that the distinguished lady beside him did not move, he stopped saying anything.

Who else could make the Queen's spies treat them with respect, except the twin queens of Leitania?

After all, Vesselheim is still Vesselheim in Leitania.

Although Gertrude claimed to know everything about Vesselheim, she had only reached the limit of what a powerful lord could do.

After all, Black Snake doesn't want to expose Gertrude's vest at will.

……

And Gertrude's voice, which seemed to come from the void, continued, but compared with the original piety, it added a bit of fanaticism.

"Even if the Queen is present today, I will not change my words. His Majesty the Witch King is the hero of Leitania!"

"It was he who enriched Leitania's Originium technology and pushed the research on classical Originium technology to a peak that is difficult for other countries to reach."

"From now on, all of us Leitanians are freed from the shackles of backward production methods!"

"It was he who gave Letania the splendor and glory it has today!"

"The Emperor of Gaul sets his greedy eyes on the land of Letania. The great armies of the Empire trample the land of Letania, dragging her into the hellish furnace of war."

"Without the might of the Witch King, our fate would have been doomed. His Origin Stone skills poured out destruction, like a natural disaster. With his own power, he blocked the advance of Gaul and crushed their vanguard."

"Leitania's crown is brightened by victory, and His Majesty's robes are stained with blood by war!"

"He is a fighter, a warrior, and a great man!"

"He made the greatest contribution in history to Letania!"

"But the world doesn't understand him and blames him as a tyrant..."

At this time, even some of the less radical and fanatical members of the Witch King's remnant party could not sit still.

If the Witch King is not a tyrant, then the immortal black snake of Ursus can be called a good god!

They looked at Gertrude on the stage, who was still playing elegantly and keeping her mouth shut.

But the enthusiasm, even the laughter mixed with a bit of hysteria and an inexplicable hint of magical melody, still echoed in their ears.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"