Sound Demon God, Echoes of the Past Inheritance

Every face devoid of voice tells the story of the glorious past of Echoes of the Past. In an era dominated by elemental magic, countless wizards gathered here, drawing inspiration from the sounds of nature and forging new paths in spellcasting, creating an unprecedented school of sound magic. The wizards of Echoes of the Past once built tuning fork-shaped crystal towers here, using solidified sound waves to forge a ladder to the heavens. High notes danced like bees and butterflies, low notes swayed like giant pythons soaring through the sky. They chanted the first notes at dawn, the prism-like scales melting the morning light, transforming into rainbows. They played the final notes at dusk, the fugue and shadows predicting good and bad fortune. Everything was developing towards greater prosperity and glory, until one day, disaster struck! A sharp, abrupt sound suddenly rose in his mind, making Ronan tense. All the beauty he saw shattered like a mirror. He saw a huge, tall, silver-white figure with four hands and four fingers descend without warning. A silver shadow, its body flowing with black musical notes, emerged from a massive black hole in the sky. Every Gu Yinduo Wizard saw it went mad, transforming into the likenesses of the sculptures Ronan had witnessed along his journey. They tore off their throats, ripped open their chests, pounded their ribs, and used their skin as drums. The beauty of the first half contrasted sharply with the bloody carnage of the second. Ronan watched helplessly as the Echoes of the Past crumbled and collapsed overnight. It was a brutal massacre from the Sound Hell. The silver shadow descending from nothingness seemed to possess the power to control all laws of sound. It stripped all the Gu Yinduo Wizard their ability to speak until the last one died silently in utter despair and agony. Only then did the silver shadow slowly vanish into the void. All the images in his mind disappeared. Ronan stared blankly at the hunched, radiant figure curled up on the ground, hands clasped around its knees. An unprecedented sorrow welled up from the depths of his heart. At this moment, he seemed to feel the loneliness and helplessness shrouded in the other's grotesque and terrifying form, the anger and sorrow flowing from the empty eye sockets formed by countless faces lacking voices. It was the collection of the resentment of countless Gu Yinduo Wizard before their deaths, wandering here for countless years, searching for their lost voices again and again. "Maka... Xiu." "Maka... Xiu." The glowing figure's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if trying to say something to Ronan. One indistinct syllable after another echoed in Ronan's mind. Ronan suddenly realized that the glowing figure was perhaps telling him the name of the silver-white shadow that had destroyed the Echoes of the Past. "What exactly is it? Why did it do this to you?" The glowing figure opened its mouth and uttered difficult words. "The Abyss. God." "Perhaps a demon god who rules over music in the abyss." Alazan whispered in Ronan's ear, offering his guess. "The path explored by the Gu Yinduo Wizard touched upon His taboos, possibly stealing a portion of His power, thus attracting His will to descend and destroy the entire Echoes of the Past." "Sound Demon God..." Ronan's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth slightly. "Power, so what exactly is power?" "That's a realm that only those above level nine have the opportunity to access. I don't know either." Alazan shook his head. "But I've read several books passed down from the Mythological Era and learned that gods are called gods because they hold authority. Power is an extension of authority and a standard for measuring the strength of a god. When power is stolen, strength is diminished, naturally enraging the god. The struggle for faith, the struggle for power, and the battles between gods are mostly due to these two reasons." "Hoo—" Ronan exhaled softly, then looked at the huge, luminous figure before him, who silently watched him. Ronan read something in the other's eyes. "You want me to reclaim the voice He stole from you?" Ronan murmured. The luminous figure sobbed silently, as if in response. Ronan hesitated, then finally shook his head. "I can't guarantee it. I might not be able to." Hearing Ronan's answer, the luminous figure swayed as it stood up. Every face on its body wore an expression of sorrow as it gazed sadly at the sky, at the spot where the silvery-white figure had once appeared. At a certain moment, the figure silently disintegrated. In the flowing gray mist, the solidified statues also collapsed and turned to sand. From those wax-melting faces, seven runes, shimmering with iridescent light and shaped like musical notes, appeared. In this void, countless suspended, still runes began to rotate simultaneously. All the runes converged on Ronan, like a beautiful and magnificent river of sound, flowing slowly around Ronan. At this moment, Ronan seemed to hear the most beautiful and moving sound in the world. The sound was like the chanting of a spell, or the unison of countless people singing. "Echoes of the Past, " Ronan reached out and gently touched a shimmering, multicolored Sound Rune before him. Profound mysteries of the Guyinduo's Echoes of the Past Spell Inheritance flowed into his mind. "Abyssal Sound Demon God..." Ronan repeated the syllables "Makai Xiu, " then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his tall, slender body was quickly engulfed by countless Sound Rune. "Pfft—" Adam, clad in Platinum Armor, swiftly pulled the rune-infused lance from the body of a Black Robe Wizard before him. Beneath the torn black robes, a strange, ugly face was revealed, half covered in lizard scales and half in fur. A soul struggled to emerge from the corpse, only to be quickly consumed by pure white flames. Adam glanced with disgust at the charred remains, then looked up and gazed ahead. A phantom of a pure white sanctuary loomed behind Adam, its shadow flicking and a giant white elephant roaring beneath it. Unicorns flapped their wings, white flames blazing, making Adam appear even more divine and imposing. Adam was currently in the midst of a fierce battle—countless winged monsters swarmed in from all directions like locusts, almost obscuring half the sky, led by Black Robe Wizard of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, their territory shrinking rapidly, showing signs of collapse. "Boom—" A massive burst of blood erupted from the distant battle, engulfing countless monsters and several black-robed figures before they could even utter a sound. The burst of blood quickly subsided, revealing a figure who flew swiftly towards Adam's location. It was a handsome young man with fair skin and an unusually rosy complexion. The boy wore an ancient-style black armor, the crimson patterns on it connecting to his skin like ever-flowing blood. In the blink of an eye, he was before Adam, his pure white eyes, almost without pupils, fixed on Adam's back, radiating an indescribable, sinister aura. "It seems your strength has indeed improved considerably recently, even incorporating the secret arts of the former First Legion of Tangista into your own magical system..." The boy licked his lips, like a [Bloodthirst] beast locking onto its prey, "I really want to fight you." "You will get your wish," Adam said calmly, looking at the boy before him, "But not now, Rufus." The former top wizarding genius of the Southern Crimson Tower, who practiced Ancient Blood Secret Technique, had narrowly lost to Evaqu in the Helamus Prodigy Battle, but unexpectedly had risen to a position where he could stand shoulder to shoulder with Adam. "Actually, compared to you, I'm more interested in that woman." Rufus's gaze shifted from Adam to a certain spot on the fierce battlefield. There, countless blue magical ripples shimmered, and a woman wearing a white lace-trimmed wizard's hat charged through a horde of black-robed monsters, protected by dozens of Level Five Water Element. Her shrill laughter could be heard even from a great distance. The dozens of Water Element formed a subtle array around her, occasionally combining their power to create a colossal water giant tens of meters tall, displaying a terrifying power somewhat resembling that of Level Six Wizard's Elemental Spirit Avatar. "I advise you to abandon this idea as soon as possible, if you don't want to die." Adam warned Rufus solemnly, "Lady Hathaway is a member of the Golden Dawn. Whether she uses her power or her background, killing you is no easier than crushing an ant for her. And even if Princess Serena values you highly now, she won't stop you in the slightest." Rufus's face stiffened upon hearing this, and he murmured the name with a mixture of awe and resentment, "The Golden Dawn. It's said you've met him once, Adam." Adam nodded, about to speak, when a rapid and high-pitched horn sounded behind them. "This place can't be held! The Princess orders everyone to activate the magic circle and leave!" The two men tensed, exchanged a glance, and then retreated rapidly in unison. Like them, all the wizards who were fighting quickly retreated, and the already strained defensive line rapidly contracted. Completely unblocked, the wizards and monsters of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society surged like a black tide, instantly obscuring the entire sky. Adam, Rufus, and the other Alliance wizards awaiting evacuation stood within the slowly activating Teleportation Array, watching this scene through its dim light. Everyone remained silent, an unspeakable heaviness rising in their hearts. The demonic tide unleashed by the Ancient Wizard Revival Society was spreading rapidly across the land like a plague, unstoppable. No one knew how long they could hold out, nor whether dawn would truly break in the end. "Are you sure?" Serena stood atop the cliff, her pale gold cloak cascading over the verdant grass at her feet. The rising sun bathed her in its golden light, making her appear like a magnificent and noble sculpture. "It's confirmed." The Silver-Haired Witch stood behind her, head bowed, and reported, "That guy wasn't exactly popular under the White Wizard King's influence; he'd always been excluded from the inner circle. This time, he seems completely disheartened." "The White Wizard King wanted to use him to control the entire Life Empire, but he failed. Without any use, who would care about a good-for-nothing fool?" Serena stretched out her hand, the emerald armor on her arm trembling, making a soft, grassy sound. "I'm going. While I'm gone, you and Dolyn will be in charge here. Let me know if anything happens." "Your Highness." The Silver-Haired Witch hesitated, then spoke softly, "I don't think you need to take this risk. It might be a trap, or perhaps... the last set of armor wasn't even on that guy." "It's not just about replenishing his armor." Serena gently stroked the intricate patterns on her breastplate, as if her fingers were lightly brushing grass. "The tainted Alba bloodline shouldn't be left outside, nor should it exist in this world anymore." "If we lose this battle, then let Alba become history." With that, Serena took a step forward into the dawn light, transforming into a dense, verdant green light that quickly melted into the brilliant sunlight. Beneath the murky, dark sky, countless humanoid monsters with black membranous wings and gaping maws reaching their ears hovered and swirled in the low air like swarms of hungry bats. They repeatedly charged towards a single point, only to be torn apart and crushed into dust by an invisible force halfway through, turning into a shower of bloody foam that fell from the sky. At the center of this rain of bloody foam was a near-vacuum, where a gaunt old man with a thick blanket covering his knees floated in mid-air. A faint smile played on his lips, his cloudy eyes gazing into the deepest, thickest part of the murky darkness, his lips moving as if he were constantly conversing with someone. In the distance, two figures silently observed this scene. "What's this old guy testing?" Anglie squinted at the Black Wizard King's figure in his field of vision. "Isn't he afraid that the people inside will suddenly rush out and send him away?" "He's more shrewd than anyone else," Narros said calmly. "He knows that the White Wizard King and the others won't show up no matter what, and he also knows that I'm right here." "Indeed." Anglie shrugged. "I almost forgot, the White Wizard King didn't even show any reaction to his daughter's death. He must be at a critical juncture in getting rid of his [Declining Blood]." "He doesn't want the people inside to succeed, but he can't do anything to actually hinder them, so this is the only way he can do it..." "Speaking of which, if you two charged into their lair together right now, wouldn't this battle be over sooner?" Anglie suddenly said, half-jokingly. Narros's answer was quite serious. "Possibly. But neither I nor the Black Wizard King are willing or able to take that risk. Anglie thought for a moment and suddenly said, "If Damien is defeated in the level six battlefield, you and the Black Wizard King should both choose to stop and withdraw without hesitation, right?" " Narros calmly replied, "I only agreed to help, but I would never risk my life." "Yes," Anglie sighed with emotion, "That idiot Damien, since he had already decided to ask you for help, why didn't he just say so and have you send him away, far away from here? Even if he wanted to avenge his poor Undying Bird girlfriend, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. With his nine-star Yuanling, how many of those guys on the other side would be qualified to be his opponents in the future? Stupid, so incredibly stupid." Narros looked at Anglie without speaking, adopting a listening posture. "However..." Anglie's self-talk suddenly slowed down, and he whispered, "That's exactly what I admire about him. This guy always does these meaningless and foolish things. He's surrounded by burdens, yet he can't bear to discard a single one. He could have gone much faster, but he always stops for irrelevant people." "Who do you think has a better chance of winning in his match against Juventus?" "Narros suddenly interrupted. "It doesn't matter who it is."Anglie shook his head and said, "Even if Juventus wins, in my eyes they're still just pathetic clowns. As for Damien, if he dies, I'll be sad. A hundred years from now, I'll remember to come back and clean his tombstone."Anglie suddenly stopped speaking and strode forward. Narros frowned slightly and whispered, "What are you going to do?" "I should do something."Anglie twisted his neck, stretching his muscles, then casually flew forward. "While Ronan's away, I can't let some people have it too easy..." With that, Anglie's figure rapidly transformed into a shadow in mid-air. The shadow expanded rapidly, instantly becoming a gigantic dragon silhouette. The black dragon spread its wings, clearing away the dense humanoid bat monsters along its path like harvesting wheat, tearing through the thick, murky sky before finally swooping down on a dark purple area. "Boom!" Two forces below level seven collided violently, unleashing a terrifying energy storm. In the distance, the Black Wizard King, still incessantly taunting and cursing, saw this scene, his expression slightly startled, then his smile deepened. He chuckled, then raised his hand, summoning a massive, meteor-like Energy Light Sphere, which he forcefully flung forward.