超薄肉色丝袜脚交调教视频

Chapter 148 Revenge Musician

The prayer room was covered in blood. Blue Teeth was covered in wounds, but compared to his injuries, his appearance was more terrifying. He had completely turned into a monster! The mutated skeletal system had burst through his skin. The sharp protruding bones were like blades. His body was covered in bloody scales. The blue teeth that poked out from behind his regular teeth looked as if they were made of steel. He seemed to be a baby dragon that had been dragged out of the egg before it could finish growing. He was ugly, menacing, and terrifying! The double swords Snake Scales shattered as he chewed them, falling to the ground in metal pulp.

Across from him, the Professor gazed at his mutated body coldly, and shook his head. "So the natural catastrophe you signed the pact with was the Dark Mother?"

Blue Teeth roared and his two tongues began chanting. A dangerous light flashed in his vertical pupils. Everything he looked at began growing wildly, maturing, withering, then finally turning to dust. It was the Withering Eye!

Even the Professor weakened under this gaze. The surrounding illusions were destroyed without a direct attack.

Blue Teeth had been forced to his limits by the Professor. He had opened his mouth wide and swallowed the white-faced woman and the Chainsaw monk, and began growing until he turned into this monster. Not caring about Avalon’s enchantment at all, he transformed into a dragon, mutating into a demon. But even so, he did not have any confidence in winning. He was so fast that one could barely see his movements anymore. He chased after the Professor, toppling many walls in the process.

The traps that the Professor had set were all ineffective in the face of the strong and aggressive body. Not even the acid, crossbows, and spears protruding from the ground could damage the demi-dragon.

For the first time, Blue Teeth had the upper hand, but he still did not have a grasp. He wanted to escape, but he feared that he would be dead as soon as he showed his back to the Professor.

"Oh, you’re scared? You want to escape?" the Professor taunted him after noticing the fear in Blue Teeth’s eyes. He laughed mockingly. "Don’t be afraid. I’ll try not to destroy your body completely. After all, a dark musician changed by the Dark Mother is very valuable to research."

"In your dreams!" Blue Teeth roared. His bony tail suddenly shot forward and ripped the Professor’s robe in half like a crossbow.

And so the injured body was revealed. In contrast to the awesome contours of the outer robe, the Professor’s shoulders and arms were thin and delicate. They were the pale white of sickness, and had faint blue-green veins under the skin. Across his shoulder blades was a wound deep enough that one could see the bone underneath. Blood still flowed from the various wounds. The fresh blood flowed in complex lines, like a thread sewn into the skin. They crisscrossed until it formed a chain wrapped around his body.

"The Oath of Revenge?!" Blue Teeth gasped in a hoarse voice. He stumbled back as if he had seen a ghost. When he looked at the Professor again, it was as if he was looking at a creature crazier than himself. His eyes were full of awe and…fear!

"You’re crazy! You pledged your soul to the Indigo Moon?!" Blue Teeth exclaimed.

"If I really have a soul, why not?" The Professor looked down, taking in his wounds. "It’s a pity. I had wanted to get some answers from you, but I guess I can’t keep you around since you’ve seen this." With that, he faced Blue Teeth and thanked him. "Thank you for giving me so much information about the parliament."

Blue Teeth stumbled back. Panic and shock were written in his beastly face.

Only maniacs who had no hope for the world would choose the power of the Oath of Revenge. After resonating with the world through a complex Abstinence ritual, the musician would swear an oath to the Indigo Moon which represented death and catastrophe, pledge everything he had, give up any pleasure, and become an apprentice of the Moon. He would then transform into a Revenge Musician. From that moment on, there was no meaning in life, other than revenge. Even if he died, he would become a demon and chase after his enemies. Only catastrophe and nothingness existed in that life.

The Professor smiled at Blue Teeth’s extreme fear. He raised the silver flute to his lips and a thin melody floated from the instrument. It was delicate and beautiful with a tinge of dreamy grace. It was intoxicating.

But amidst the beautiful melody, Blue Teeth’s face twisted and he began howling. As if he had lost all reason, his body bloated as if it was filled with boiling water. His body grew and grew…until he completely transformed into a bloody and messy dragon. He could not care about Avalon’s enchantment anymore. When the flute began playing, the church seemed to enter another world.

The moon shone down in this world. The Indigo Moon hung in the air, radiating with catastrophic light! The moonlight sonata!

The cold indigo moonlight shone past the church’s dome and scattered evenly throughout the room. The light covered the bloody dragon. And so the dragon became immobile, frozen by the cold light.

While everything had dulled, the moon was indigo and the blood was red, in stark contrast with each other. A decadent and desolate aura emanated from the light. The melody hung in the air, radiating with the serenity of a dream.

On the ground, the immobile dragon wailed in pain. As Blue Teeth wailed, his body broke apart and melted into the moonlight.

Now, only the moonlight was real. Everything else was just an illusion that would dissipate at the snap of a finger. Destruction had arrived.

Blue Teeth finally surrendered. A menacing face appeared on the collapsing dragon. The face broke down quickly, but the smile was still wild and sinister.

"Ha, haha…you’ll have a bad ending." Blue Teeth cackled and roared like the curse of an evil spirit in hell. "There is no good ending in becoming the apprentice of the Indigo Moon! Your future will be more pathetic, more hopeless, and darker than mine! You’ll fall into a deeper hell! No, things like you won’t even die. You’ll forever be the puppet of the Indigo Moon, an insignificant tool!"

The Professor gazed at him silently. His eyes were emotionless. Cold moonlight seemed to flow deep in his eyes. "So what?"

The Professor clenched his fist and the bloody dragon turned to pulp. All that was left of it was the mighty but broken essence of its life.

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When the Indigo Moon disappeared, the cold and still world vanished as well. The Professor reappeared in the church. As if exhausted, he half-knelt on the ground, panting and sweating. By manipulating the Indigo Moon’s power, he was able to use Satan’s power to kill Blue Teeth, but it was a great burden on him. The Indigo Moon was not an entity he could just order around!

The Professor was clearly weakened, but the wounds all over his arms, back, and under his robe quickly meshed together as if he had applied precious medicine.

Medicine would merely heal him, but now the wounds seemed to have never existed. No sign of the injuries were left behind. All that remained was the blood-red curse that wove around his body as if it was woven deep into his bones.

He snapped, fixing up his torn robe. With a wave of his hand, he swept away the marks on the ground. It was as if he had never been here. But when he made to leave the church, he suddenly turned.

His flute sang and a dark green arrow shot into the darkness, landing on the broken statue of a saint. The statue was pulverized instantly. Behind the statue stood a figure supported by a cane. He was wearing a beastly black robe as if he had just returned from a demon’s banquet. Broken light illuminated his silhouette and the mocking smile on his face. "It’s not good to start fighting as soon as we meet, right, Mr. Professor?" the figure said.

Standing in the center of the hall, the Professor gazed coldly at the uninvited guest. He stated, "Oh, Mr. Holmes? What a coincidence."

"Yeah, such a coincidence." Ye Qingxuan nodded as he chuckled, but he gazed at the Professor’s flute with a bit of fear. "Can you put down your instrument? I just want to talk."

The Professor did not move. "Don’t mind me. This is the standard treatment for uninvited guests."

"Ah, you’re so heartless," Ye Qingxuan sighed as he shook his head.

"Being heartless is better than being brash, is it not?" The Professor closed in. He said in a cold voice, "You ran away last time. Where did you get the courage to stand before me once again? I won’t go easy on you this time. You should know that there’s no one here for you to call on."

Ye Qingxuan chuckled. "That’s okay," he said, shrugging. "I have something more precious, like a just heart, hot blood and…this."

The Professor halted.