r18novel Chapter 301 Overture to the Dead
Chapter 301 Overture to the Dead
Chapter 306 Overture to the Dead
This time, Huo Yuhao did not recite any profound or complicated incantations. He simply raised his right hand slightly and gently gestured with his slender fingers in the air.
As he moved, a thick gray mist suddenly surged up in front of him. The mist swirled and rolled, rapidly condensing and shaping in the air as if it had a life of its own, and in an instant it condensed into a slender vertical flute.
The vertical flute was a translucent grayish-white color, as if it were condensed from some kind of purest soul power, with fine and mysterious patterns faintly flowing across its surface.
Huo Yuhao reached out, his slender fingers firmly holding the recorder in his palm.
He slowly brought the recorder to his lips, his gray eyes lowered slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids.
As he tapped his fingers on the flute repeatedly, like a fairy dancing lightly in the moonlight, a melody drifted out from the vertical flute.
The flute music was neither high-pitched nor hurried, but rather soothing and melodious, like a faint fragrance of plum blossoms drifting from distant mountains in winter, or like silver moonlight falling in the quiet night sky, carrying a sense of solemnity and grandeur that was hard to describe.
To Gu Yue and Na'er, the flute music, apart from its ancient and solemn melody, was nothing special.
They even found the music quite pleasant, like some kind of ritual music played in ancient sacrificial ceremonies.
But when their gaze swept over the seven old demons not far away, they found that their current state was completely different from before.
The moment the flute music reached the ears of the seven old demons, they felt the power within their bodies, which had maintained the stability of their souls for thousands of years, suddenly become uncontrollably agitated.
That power was like gunpowder ignited by the sound of a flute, raging wildly in the depths of their souls, like countless invisible hands tearing at their souls from within, trying to break free from the shackles of this illusory body and return to their most primal, free state.
That feeling is a hundred times more painful than being torn apart by a thousand cuts, because it is a tearing that directly affects the depths of the soul, and no matter how strong one's willpower is, it cannot be immune to it in the slightest.
"ah!!!"
As the old demon of desire let out a piercing scream, the once clear and melodious girl's voice was completely distorted and deformed, reverting to its aged and hoarse state.
The other six old demons also couldn't hold back any longer at almost the same time and shouted out in succession.
Seven figures of different shapes twisted and struggled violently to the melodious flute music, as if they had been thrown into the same purgatory.
Some of them twisted and contorted, their bodies contorting into various horrifying shapes as if being kneaded dough.
Some clutched their heads and rolled around on the ground, as if they wanted to tear their heads off their necks.
Others kept pounding their bodies, as if trying to forcefully expel the frenzied power within their bodies through this futile effort.
To normal human ears, the flute music is an elegant and soothing melody, but to these old devils, it is nothing short of a death knell.
Every syllable felt like a red-hot iron repeatedly crushing their souls, subjecting them to unimaginable pain every single moment.
Even these ancient monsters, who have lived for over a thousand years and pride themselves on their iron will, are utterly powerless against such torment that directly targets the soul.
Although Huo Yuhao's body was under the control of Electrolux at this moment, his consciousness was not suppressed or put to sleep. Instead, he watched everything that had just happened in its entirety, like a quiet bystander.
He recognized the spell Electrox was casting; it was a special ninth-level spell called Undead Overture.
The power of necromancy is incorporated into musical melodies, spreading out through flute sounds to achieve a terrifying effect of indiscriminate area-of-effect attacks.
Moreover, this magic is extremely subtle; it only affects souls. For normal humans with physical bodies, the music they hear is just ordinary music and they are not affected in the slightest.
A moment later, the melodious and majestic flute music finally dissipated slowly into the air of the valley.
Huo Yuhao's figure slowly descended from mid-air, and the ancient and majestic aura around him quickly receded like the tide, while his eyes, which had been covered in gray light, regained their original clarity and brightness.
Gu Yue was the first to step forward and take Huo Yuhao's hand.
She didn't speak immediately, but simply raised her head slightly, her clear, amethyst-like eyes fixed on Huo Yuhao, a hint of lingering doubt clearly visible in them. Huo Yuhao understood her gaze, turned his head, and smiled slightly at her.
He didn't bother to lower his voice and said directly, "This is a technique taught to me by another teacher of mine, specifically used to suppress soul entities."
As his relationship with Gu Yue grew closer, many secrets that once needed to be carefully kept were no longer secrets.
Gu Yue blinked her purple eyes gently; naturally, she still had doubts in her heart.
What kind of teacher could teach such methods that even a thousand-year-old demon would be powerless against?
Moreover, the aura of that power just now seemed to be completely different from the soul power on the Douluo Continent.
However, she didn't press the matter further. She simply squeezed Huo Yuhao's fingers gently before shifting her gaze to the other side.
As the prelude to the dead came to a complete end, the excruciating pain emanating from the depths of the souls of the seven old demons finally began to subside.
They scrambled to their feet, their movements even more disheveled than when they first woke up.
The seven old demons gathered together without prior arrangement, exchanging glances, but none of them spoke first, remaining silent for a long time.
They remained silent, only raising their heads again to cautiously cast their gazes at the seemingly harmless boy opposite them.
This time, the mockery and indifference in those gazes were gone, replaced by a solemnity mixed with fear and confusion.
They had lived for over a thousand years and considered themselves knowledgeable, but the flute music they had just heard, and the way it directly tore at their souls, leaving them utterly powerless, was completely beyond their comprehension.
Moreover, when the five old demons who had awakened later looked at Destruction and Nightmare again, their eyes all showed a hint of resentment.
They seemed to be saying, "Why didn't you speak clearly when you were transmitting your voice? Is that what you call a reminder?!"
The suffocating silence didn't last long. A moment later, a figure slowly walked out from among the seven people.
The old demon was of medium build, with skin that was a shriveled, dark yellow, like that of someone suffering from malnutrition. It hung loosely on his frame, like an orange peel that had been drained of its moisture.
His features were unremarkable, except for his eyes, which shone with a shrewd, restrained light.
This person was none other than the Greedy Old Demon. As the leader of the Seven Demons, he naturally had to step forward to take charge while the other six Old Demons were still in shock.
Greedy strode up to Huo Yuhao and stopped three steps away from him.
He didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I am the Greedy Old Demon. We were blind and rude to you just now. We hope you will forgive us."
His voice was hoarse and deep, and he spoke slowly, yet it possessed a natural air of openness and composure.
Even though he was facing a fourteen-year-old boy, when he said "Your Excellency," there was not a trace of reluctance or insincerity in his tone.
He paused, then continued, "You don't seem to want to take our lives. If you have any demands, please state them directly."
Even an ancient monster that has lived for thousands of years has to lower its proud head in the face of absolute power.
Greed no longer regarded Huo Yuhao as a junior who came for military training, but placed him on a position equal to or even higher than his own.
This can be seen from the fact that he repeatedly addressed Huo Yuhao as "Your Excellency".
Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao knew that he had successfully completed his mission.
On Devil's Island, he received two gifts from the King of Gods: the Scepter of Destruction and the Seed of Life. It can be said that he had gained a great deal and that his trip was worthwhile.
Therefore, he didn't harbor any resentment towards the old demons guarding Devil Island, and thus his tone was still quite polite as he said, "Seniors Destruction and Nightmare know my request; just ask them for details."
After saying this, he didn't explain further. He turned around, found a flat patch of grass, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.
The experience he had just gone through was not only a mental shock to him, but also a significant drain on his physical strength.
Now that things have settled down, he needs to take a good rest.
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