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Chapter 289 Six-Sided

For the first time after being punished by the gods for decades Naberius felt humiliation and fear. The thunderbolt was just regular destruction and he did not worry over it. However, the moonlight…the moonlight… Gritting his teeth, he abruptly broke his arm. Moonlight also surged from the arm like fire. It purified the arm, turning it to dust.

He had vaguely heard of this terrifying thing before. It was the natural enemy of dark musicians, the nemesis of all demons—a fatal curse. He only truly understood the horror after experiencing it personally. He did not even know how to fight against the benevolence purification. The only solution was to be heartless and get rid of it before he was tainted. He could still feel the horror of being powerless. How could Holmes possess such a cry power?

Naberius continuously activated the alchemy equipment embedded into his flesh and let out music scores. He constructed a fortress around himself. Looking up at the youth with a halo of moonlight, his expression changed from shock to horror, ferocity, awe, marvel…until it finally turned to respect. No wonder Holmes was a genius that could be compared to him!

"What a pity." Naberius’s flesh quickly recovered and his broken limb regenerated. Looking at Ye Qingxuan, he gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, "Such a pity!"

"What’s a pity?" The youth furrowed his brows.

"I feel pity for you." Naberius smiled in rejoice and said with sincerity, "If you didn’t relax at that moment and used all the music scores in your instrument, I probably wouldn’t be able to fight anymore. No, if you used your best card, I’d definitely be destroy—" Here, Naberius’s smile suddenly froze. The last part of ‘destroyed’ was stuck in his throat.

"Wait, you…seem…" As if discovering something impossible, he gaped at Ye Qingxuan and stuttered, "Why do you always play and chant live? You never use scores stored in your instrument. Your best card… No, the level I could sense…this isn’t right! This is too unbelievable! This is…how can it be? It’s impossible! Impossible! Impossible!" He roared in confusion. Subconsciously grabbing at the newly-grown hair, his scalp turned bloody. His fingers and scalp scraped against each other with a jarring sound.

"How is this possible?"

Finally, he turned his head stiffly while convulsing and looked at Ye Qingxuan. His eyes were huge and bloodshot. They practically shone.

"I finally understand, Mr. Holmes. You really impress me. No, you’re a once-in-a-lifetime, no, hundred…once-in-a-millennium genius!" he cried as if going crazy. Pointing at Ye Qingxuan, he cackled wildly. "The enemy I’ve been battling for all this time isn’t even an official musician?" Losing all sanity, Naberius laughed so hard he was crying.

"What a joke! The infamous Vengeful Spirit of Avalon that had purified countless demons and dark musicians isn’t even an official musician! Dear lord, I used compare you to myself but now I realize that I’m nothing compared to you! Even at my current state, I can’t be compared to you."

He gazed at Ye Qingxuan fervently. He lowered his head and, casting aside the fact that they were enemies or that they were at vastly different levels, he performed the most sublime rite.

"Mr. Holmes, please allow me to offer you my highest respect. Your talent has caused me to realize my weakness for the first time in my life. Right now, I am…shedding tears because of the talent you have shown!"

Naberius lowered his head. Bloody tears rolled past his cheeks and fell onto the floor. "It’s really such a pity and such cruelty that someone like you cannot become my companion. Why did God allow me to enter this world and meet you? Why were we forced into such different and incompatible grounds?"

He choked as he sobbed. The aether around him lifted like furious winds. The crazed power broke through the shell of his body. It burned with aggressive light, almost suffocating Ye Qingxuan. Despite Naberius’ weak words, the power coming from him was terrifyingly strong.

Cracks even appeared in the walls around them. The surrounding objects had started breaking apart. Naberius also swelled as his flesh expanded. When he raised his head, the now-inhuman face was still filled with respect and solemnity.

"Now, let me use my strongest power to end you! Let me give you a battle you will not regret! A battle that fits your status even if you go to Hell…"

No, I won’t blame you if you go easy on me! I wish we can go back to how things were and start over, Ye Qingxuan yelled in his mind.

However, Naberius had already started his final transformation. A vertical pupil had grown on his forehead at some time. It was filled with endless satanic craze. This was the manifestation of Hyakume.

An identical face appeared on the back of his head. It chanted the same poem—this was the talent given by the natural catastrophe Sukuna. Black scales sprouted throughout his body. Each one shone with the light of the night sky. One could see that blood no longer flowed in his bulging veins. Instead, it was a fluid that looked like mercury.

Every time he had a new transformation, Ye Qingxuan felt more pain. In the end, he was completely numb. How many satanic gods did this f*cking psychotic motherf*cker sign with?!

Naberius finally revealed his true nature. He was not a human anymore—he was a beast with six sides! Six different Resonance level aether waves crashed around him, practically asphyxiating Ye Qingxuan.

"I haven’t had this feeling in a long time," Naberius growled. He clenched his fist and sparks flew from his fingers. "Let us begin now."

"Wait!" Before him, Ye Qingxuan suddenly raised his hand. "We’re going to fight anyway so can you answer some of my questions first? At least let me die without confusion."

Naberius laughed heartily. "You think I’m those villains from stories that talk for a long time instead of killing the main character, giving him time to turn the tides?"

Ye Qingxuan’s face twitched.

"I am," Naberius stated, causing the youth to blanch. "For people like us who pursue the absolute choice, the only thing worse than death is dying with confusion, right? Due to my respect for you, you can ask me anything. If I cannot answer, I will not. If I can, I will tell you everything.

"If you have any other tricks, please try them. If your intelligence and talent can turn the tides in such a disadvantageous situation, I will lose without complaint. I am wholeheartedly willing to be the stepping stone for someone like you."

In other words, after the question, he would fight without mercy or holding back. He would fight with death as his goal.

So…

Please describe the biography of a saint of Anglo’s diplomatic history using ten thousand words? He obviously could not ask such a question to make more time for himself. What if Naberius decided to just kill him?

He still needed to hold onto this sudden chance. The gears in Ye Qingxuan’s mind turned. Finally, he uttered the biggest question he had, "You all made such a big commotion in the Elizabeth Tower. Weren’t you afraid of attracting Mordred? Or were you confident in winning?"

"Mordred?" Naberius was stunned. He did not expect Ye Qingxuan to ask this question. A secretive smile appeared on the inhuman face. "Why should we be careful of something that…was never there?"

"Was never…there?" Ye Qingxuan froze and his face slacked. "It doesn’t exist?"

"Correct. Arthur’s descendant, the traitor who stabbed him in the legends…never existed. The supposed achievement was just a legend created by poets and authors!" Naberius casually stated something completely different from history. His expression was cold and grave. "Mordred died when he was still in the womb!"

"Impossible!" Ye Qingxuan retorted reflexively.

"Why is it impossible?" Naberius’s eyes were cold. "His mother was killed when she was still pregnant. Some said that Arthur suspected his queen was unfaithful but Mordred was undoubtedly King Arthur’s son. This much is definite. However, he was not human. He was the inheritor of the cursed blood and his blood was more powerful than his father’s!

"He would be born a demon. His mere existence represented that King Arthur was tainted and was proof he had fallen. Arthur would never allow him to live in this world. And so Mordred was killed in his mother’s womb, dug out, and burned for seven days, mourned for seven days, and finally sealed under this Elizabeth Tower for eternity."

Naberius looked at the youth’s shocked expression and extended his arms, sweeping at his surroundings. "So many years of resentment. That child is still submerged in lycoris flower solution, not decaying for eternity and singing every night. Mr. Holmes, have you heard his song?"

The song that haunted his ears sounded again, sending chills down Ye Qingxuan’s spine.