"Honorarium?"
Enveloped in the Wyrmrest enchantment, Ludovic finally saw the face of Ye Qingxuan, realized what had happened, and squeezed his twisted face into a smile.
"The Wyrmrest enchantment? And… a knife? Ye Qingxuan, you expect to kill me with that insignificant stuff? So naive..."
Ye Qingxuan pulled out a short knife, bent over, and pointed at Ludovic's throat with his hands clenched. He stabbed the entire knife into Ludovic's throat expressionlessly, and then suddenly made a cross-cut.
Riiip! The flesh was torn apart, and blood splattered. The boiling hot gas of blood burst out and billowed in the storm.
But Ludovic remained laughing, the sound of it coming through the cut on his throat where the severed vocal cords could almost be seen quivering.
"You are too weak," he sighed. "Too weak!"
Ludovic reached out to the hand that Ye Qingxuan used to hold the knife, and clenched it as tightly as a pincer!
Snap!
In an instant, a crisp snapping sounded.
Grasped tightly by an old and wrinkled palm, Ye Qingxuan's hands were twisted abruptly, and the broken phalanges pierced out of his flesh and blood, turning into a bloody pile of flesh in an instant.
"Did you see it?"
The cut on Ludovic's throat opened and made a strange laughter.
In the sharp laughter, the blood flew back, the hot gas of blood that moved like living things sweeping back to the cut.
In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the blade dyed black by the blood quickly weathered and rusted, and turned into a piece of scrap metal.
There seemed to be a strong poison in the blood that destroyed the steel!
Ludovic just waved his hand, and Ye Qingxuan was blown away like a dead leaf, and rolled on the ground like a broken and bloody bag full of rotten meat.
Immediately afterwards, he ground his teeth with a sharp and terrible sound.
Disregarding the five fingers cut by the blade, Ludovic grasped the knife in his chest, and pulled the blade distorted with flesh and bloodstains out of the wound.
It was like pulling out the stinger of a bee.
The distorted knife landed on the ground, quickly rusted, and fell apart.
Ludovic got up from the ground, looked down at the hole in his chest where the organs were beating. Soon the flesh knitted together, and the wound disappeared and smoothed.
However, the changes continued.
His skin proliferated quickly, then dissimilated and became yellowish. His pores secreted a large amount of grease. Terrible metabolism was going on in his body. His hair got white and fell, his eyes were covered by a thick white pannus, and his nails grew crazily and fell off.
In the end, the person covered by dead skin, white hair, and turbid oils reached out and pulled off the layer of skin that seemed to be covered with mud.
He was like a snake that cast off the old skin.
He became young again.
"I almost forgot."
Ludovic, who had returned to the prime of his life, looked at his own hands and said in a low-pitched voice, "Although this body has been strengthened through the resurrection ritual and possesses enormous vitality, it has been imprisoned in an old body for the purpose of maintaining its original appearance and state... you reminded me of that."
He slowly straightened his back, and a crispy rubbing sound came from his joints. Then he took a step forward.
The earth boomed.
The ruins of steel in front of the giant's chest suddenly quaked and a huge hole appeared.
The hurricane swept in all directions, and almost blew Ye Qingxuan away.
"The Wyrmrest enchantment is really perfect. But what a pity! Don't regard me as a fragile thing like you." Ludovic walked forward slowly and said coldly, "Do you think that I can't do anything to you if I can't use aether? It's ridiculous. From the beginning to the end, you're just tripping yourself—"
Bang!
The voice stopped abruptly as Ludovic was knocked back.
It was a sudden punch.
Ye Qingxuan's fist, like an iron hammer, struck his face with a sharp breaking sound of air. His disdainful look and arrogant cheekbones were broken. His nose bridge was smashed back into the skull.
The smashing sound of bones and loud noises mixed together. Ludovic, like a football kicked by someone with full strength, flew backward, tumbled on the ground, and crashed into the ruins.
Ye Qingxuan remained standing there, pulled back his fist, and spat on the ground.
"Why the hell do you always talk nonsense?"
In the huge hole, Ludovic looked at the sky with fishy eyes. His broken jawbone was twisted into a weird shape. His torn lips opened and closed as if he was whispering something.
What's going on here?
No, something's wrong!
There is definitely something wrong!
Ye Qingxuan only punched me once… just a punch… just a punch! A punch! Why did he have such great strength? How could a human be able to beat me?
I can feel the dreadful vitality in my body. A blow that could smash the neck and head of an ordinary person could only cause a minor injury to me.
But Ye Qingxuan, how could he hurt me so seriously now!
This is impossible!!!
"It's f**king possible!" Ye Qingxuan's figure arrived and looked down at him.
One more punch!
With the inhuman strength, his fist broke through layers of walls like a chariot.
Boom!
Ludovic's head, which had just been raised, was smashed into the ground. His skull was totally broken, and his brain ejected from the seven orifices. A kind of white sticky stuff wriggled on the ground, and flew back into his body.
The cracked eyeballs returned to their original state so that he could see the expressionless young man clearly.
He saw the skin on his fist that had been broken by forceful punches, and the phalanges cracked by crushing. But the broken skin and phalanges recovered immediately.
The blood that was dripping on the ground burned steel-red like fire and emitted the horrible heat of a furnace.
"What is this?"
Ludovic looked at him blankly and could not find the answer.
It shouldn't be like this!
Shouldn't be like this!
He already knew all the cards Ye Qingxuan had to play.
Even the Wyrmrest enchantment that he had only used a few times!
The movement of heart sound from the "Dreamweaver" that could use dreams as carriers, even the Wyrmrest enchantment that failed to be handed down from past generations, to enable musicians to display incredible powers.
However, even if the Wyrmrest enchantment could suppress Ludovic's music movement, as the price, Ye Qingxuan couldn't use any music movements except the movement of heart sound that maintained the Wyrmrest enchantment.
Where had he gotten such terrible power?!
"What is this?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at his confused face, shook his fist and told him, "This is justice!"
Boom!
The earth quaked fiercely. Ludovic's body was once again smashed into the hole. This time, even his chest was broken. Flesh and blood splashed, and quickly reunited like living things.
But once again, he became a pile of muddy flesh under the pounding fist.
"Ye Qingxuan!" Ludovic roared angrily, reaching out against Ye Qingxuan's fist.
Snap!
Ye Qingxuan stepped back. His fists were broken but recovered quickly. The blood flew out, fell to the ground, and burned the ground.
Ludovic seized the opportunity to retreat quickly.
This time, he finally saw him clearly.
He suddenly figured it out.
Staring at Ye Qingxuan, he squeezed his voice out of his teeth.
"Hecatoncheir..."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and didn't speak. He just wiped the bloodstain from his mouth and spat the burning blood on the ground.
He felt like he was like being ignited from the inside out; lava flowed through his blood vessels, bones were forged into steel, flesh became flames. Severe pain filled every inch of his body, tingling his consciousness and senses, and forcing him to roar and go crazy.
Pain might be the essence of life.
The stronger life was, the more severe pain would be.
Unprecedented vitality continuously poured into his body, giving him an illusion that he was about to explode.
Only through the most savage wrestling and fighting could he consume the strength that filled his body.
That was the power of the Hecatoncheir...
That was…
The resonating of Heaven Catastrophe!
"Honorarium?"
Enveloped in the Wyrmrest enchantment, Ludovic finally saw the face of Ye Qingxuan, realized what had happened, and squeezed his twisted face into a smile.
"The Wyrmrest enchantment? And… a knife? Ye Qingxuan, you expect to kill me with that insignificant stuff? So naive..."
Ye Qingxuan pulled out a short knife, bent over, and pointed at Ludovic's throat with his hands clenched. He stabbed the entire knife into Ludovic's throat expressionlessly, and then suddenly made a cross-cut.
Riiip! The flesh was torn apart, and blood splattered. The boiling hot gas of blood burst out and billowed in the storm.
But Ludovic remained laughing, the sound of it coming through the cut on his throat where the severed vocal cords could almost be seen quivering.
"You are too weak," he sighed. "Too weak!"
Ludovic reached out to the hand that Ye Qingxuan used to hold the knife, and clenched it as tightly as a pincer!
Snap!
In an instant, a crisp snapping sounded.
Grasped tightly by an old and wrinkled palm, Ye Qingxuan's hands were twisted abruptly, and the broken phalanges pierced out of his flesh and blood, turning into a bloody pile of flesh in an instant.
"Did you see it?"
The cut on Ludovic's throat opened and made a strange laughter.
In the sharp laughter, the blood flew back, the hot gas of blood that moved like living things sweeping back to the cut.
In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the blade dyed black by the blood quickly weathered and rusted, and turned into a piece of scrap metal.
There seemed to be a strong poison in the blood that destroyed the steel!
Ludovic just waved his hand, and Ye Qingxuan was blown away like a dead leaf, and rolled on the ground like a broken and bloody bag full of rotten meat.
Immediately afterwards, he ground his teeth with a sharp and terrible sound.
Disregarding the five fingers cut by the blade, Ludovic grasped the knife in his chest, and pulled the blade distorted with flesh and bloodstains out of the wound.
It was like pulling out the stinger of a bee.
The distorted knife landed on the ground, quickly rusted, and fell apart.
Ludovic got up from the ground, looked down at the hole in his chest where the organs were beating. Soon the flesh knitted together, and the wound disappeared and smoothed.
However, the changes continued.
His skin proliferated quickly, then dissimilated and became yellowish. His pores secreted a large amount of grease. Terrible metabolism was going on in his body. His hair got white and fell, his eyes were covered by a thick white pannus, and his nails grew crazily and fell off.
In the end, the person covered by dead skin, white hair, and turbid oils reached out and pulled off the layer of skin that seemed to be covered with mud.
He was like a snake that cast off the old skin.
He became young again.
"I almost forgot."
Ludovic, who had returned to the prime of his life, looked at his own hands and said in a low-pitched voice, "Although this body has been strengthened through the resurrection ritual and possesses enormous vitality, it has been imprisoned in an old body for the purpose of maintaining its original appearance and state... you reminded me of that."
He slowly straightened his back, and a crispy rubbing sound came from his joints. Then he took a step forward.
The earth boomed.
The ruins of steel in front of the giant's chest suddenly quaked and a huge hole appeared.
The hurricane swept in all directions, and almost blew Ye Qingxuan away.
"The Wyrmrest enchantment is really perfect. But what a pity! Don't regard me as a fragile thing like you." Ludovic walked forward slowly and said coldly, "Do you think that I can't do anything to you if I can't use aether? It's ridiculous. From the beginning to the end, you're just tripping yourself—"
Bang!
The voice stopped abruptly as Ludovic was knocked back.
It was a sudden punch.
Ye Qingxuan's fist, like an iron hammer, struck his face with a sharp breaking sound of air. His disdainful look and arrogant cheekbones were broken. His nose bridge was smashed back into the skull.
The smashing sound of bones and loud noises mixed together. Ludovic, like a football kicked by someone with full strength, flew backward, tumbled on the ground, and crashed into the ruins.
Ye Qingxuan remained standing there, pulled back his fist, and spat on the ground.
"Why the hell do you always talk nonsense?"
In the huge hole, Ludovic looked at the sky with fishy eyes. His broken jawbone was twisted into a weird shape. His torn lips opened and closed as if he was whispering something.
What's going on here?
No, something's wrong!
There is definitely something wrong!
Ye Qingxuan only punched me once… just a punch… just a punch! A punch! Why did he have such great strength? How could a human be able to beat me?
I can feel the dreadful vitality in my body. A blow that could smash the neck and head of an ordinary person could only cause a minor injury to me.
But Ye Qingxuan, how could he hurt me so seriously now!
This is impossible!!!
"It's f**king possible!" Ye Qingxuan's figure arrived and looked down at him.
One more punch!
With the inhuman strength, his fist broke through layers of walls like a chariot.
Boom!
Ludovic's head, which had just been raised, was smashed into the ground. His skull was totally broken, and his brain ejected from the seven orifices. A kind of white sticky stuff wriggled on the ground, and flew back into his body.
The cracked eyeballs returned to their original state so that he could see the expressionless young man clearly.
He saw the skin on his fist that had been broken by forceful punches, and the phalanges cracked by crushing. But the broken skin and phalanges recovered immediately.
The blood that was dripping on the ground burned steel-red like fire and emitted the horrible heat of a furnace.
"What is this?"
Ludovic looked at him blankly and could not find the answer.
It shouldn't be like this!
Shouldn't be like this!
He already knew all the cards Ye Qingxuan had to play.
Even the Wyrmrest enchantment that he had only used a few times!
The movement of heart sound from the "Dreamweaver" that could use dreams as carriers, even the Wyrmrest enchantment that failed to be handed down from past generations, to enable musicians to display incredible powers.
However, even if the Wyrmrest enchantment could suppress Ludovic's music movement, as the price, Ye Qingxuan couldn't use any music movements except the movement of heart sound that maintained the Wyrmrest enchantment.
Where had he gotten such terrible power?!
"What is this?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at his confused face, shook his fist and told him, "This is justice!"
Boom!
The earth quaked fiercely. Ludovic's body was once again smashed into the hole. This time, even his chest was broken. Flesh and blood splashed, and quickly reunited like living things.
But once again, he became a pile of muddy flesh under the pounding fist.
"Ye Qingxuan!" Ludovic roared angrily, reaching out against Ye Qingxuan's fist.
Snap!
Ye Qingxuan stepped back. His fists were broken but recovered quickly. The blood flew out, fell to the ground, and burned the ground.
Ludovic seized the opportunity to retreat quickly.
This time, he finally saw him clearly.
He suddenly figured it out.
Staring at Ye Qingxuan, he squeezed his voice out of his teeth.
"Hecatoncheir..."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and didn't speak. He just wiped the bloodstain from his mouth and spat the burning blood on the ground.
He felt like he was like being ignited from the inside out; lava flowed through his blood vessels, bones were forged into steel, flesh became flames. Severe pain filled every inch of his body, tingling his consciousness and senses, and forcing him to roar and go crazy.
Pain might be the essence of life.
The stronger life was, the more severe pain would be.
Unprecedented vitality continuously poured into his body, giving him an illusion that he was about to explode.
Only through the most savage wrestling and fighting could he consume the strength that filled his body.
That was the power of the Hecatoncheir...
That was…
The resonating of Heaven Catastrophe!
