Noah's ability is similar to passively receiving the emotional aftershocks emitted by others, from which she can discern their hidden emotions.
And at this moment, what she was doing was trying to use her own method to decipher this strange sound, find its flaws, and then destroy it.
This was not an easy task, but she could feel how terrifying the chaotic emotions within this sound were. For Manner and Kuro, although neither of them were weak, this sound that made people feel terror from the bottom of their hearts was very likely some kind of attack on the mind. This kind of attack was very likely something Manner and Kuro had never encountered, or even knew nothing about, which is why Noah decisively intervened.
Sound… Noah had studied it in the past. So-called sound, or music, is itself a way of conveying emotion.
For someone like Noah, who is highly sensitive to the emotions of others, she is most sensitive to the power inherent in music itself. She can discern the creator's emotions from the music, and also the emotions of the person playing the music. She is good at experiencing these, just as a warlock is good at manipulating the magic in her hand.
But she didn't know that the sound she was trying to feel, accept, and even control, was a Sorcerer created in imitation of the Witch King's Dustworld Sound. Although not the original, the Sorcerer created by these High Tower Sorcerers after years of research, and even after finding some fragments of the Dustworld Sound, also possessed the terrifying power unique to the Witch King's Dustworld Sound—even if it was only one-thousandth of the Witch King's power, it was still genuine.
Noah struggled to feel the emotions entering her body. These negative, chaotic states crashed through her mind, causing her a splitting headache. Noah subconsciously wanted to manipulate this technique, but as soon as her mind touched it, she felt an intense pain… yes, a deep pain from her soul. Just a light touch made her feel as if her arm had been directly severed… She instinctively clutched her right arm, but found that her right arm was not damaged. This pain must have just been a phantom pain.
She had never encountered such a terrifying spell, as if it was an unordered entity from its very inception. However, such cacophony should not be developed as a spell in Letania.
Why would the other party use such a…
Hmm?
Noah was just about to refute that this kind of musical tailors had no musical beauty, completely violating the traditional aesthetics of Letania's warlock, but in the next moment, she perceived the patchwork and incompleteness within this sound… as if the sound itself was a product of chaotic, incomplete, and pieced-together elements. This kind of thing was like some musical tailors searching everywhere for others' works, then cutting them, slowing them down, speeding them up, trying to make them their own in various ways, and then piecing them together.
Chaotic, disordered, jumbled, unorganized.
This kind of thing should not be called music; no creative emotion can be felt from it, but rather mechanical copy-pasting, devoid of life. The person had no understanding of the creator's intent, which is why this seemingly powerful sound had an extremely empty and hollow core. It was precisely because of this that Noah was injured when she tried to understand the emotions within the sound.
This empty and contentless sound, however, possessed terrifying power. A portion of the power contained within the great musical pieces it imitated was absorbed by this forged piece, with its mad parts overflowing wildly.
This was the true appearance of this special technique—
As Noah gradually grasped the core of the technique, Manner and Kuro, who had been on high alert, were stunned. Indeed, they had felt a threat, but very quickly, this threat turned into piercing screams and the strange sound of flesh bursting. The two exchanged glances, then Manner went first, with Kuro following, suppressing Chesper, and entered the Howling Guard building. Then they saw a scene like hell on earth.
At the entrance hall of the Howling Guard, there were two small piles of minced meat, which looked as if the bones and flesh had betrayed the brain on their own, then twisted their bodies like a pretzel, and finally collapsed and disintegrated, becoming such small mountains of minced meat. There were also human remains and hair on them, making it clear that these piles of minced meat should have originally been parts of human bodies.
The entire power system of the Howling Guard also seemed to be destroyed. If Manner hadn't held up her longsword, emitting a faint glow, they wouldn't even have been able to see the way.
But the closer they got, the more they felt something was wrong… The air was filled with the smell of blood. Everyone they saw seemed to have had their bodies forcibly twisted by some immense power, as if they had been put into a meat grinder and turned into minced flesh and bone. This method of killing was simply unheard of, even making Manner wonder if some sacrificial ritual had taken place here.
The two finally arrived in front of the High Tower Sorcerer who had originally been controlling the spell itself. The High Tower Sorcerer's clothes were already torn, and her entire body was swollen as if inflated. She gazed at the twisted 'Music Box' in her hand, which was still emitting destructive sounds, and her already inhuman mouth mumbled—
"Your Majesty… we would never tamper with your melody… please grant… mercy."
The bloated bubbles on her body suddenly burst open, splattering a cloud of blood mist. She shrieked piercingly, and a string of unknown black musical notes was extracted from her head, merging into the Music Box.
This scene was truly too bizarre, causing even the battle-hardened Manner and Kuro to frown.
"Spell out of control?"
"I'm not sure… The High Tower Sorcerer I faced back then never used anything like this." Manner shook her head, indicating that she had never seen such a scene either.
"That's the 'Fake Dustworld Sound' made by their Witch King Remnants. They collected fragments of the Witch King but couldn't understand them, so they mixed them together and made this Music Box. It's said to be their trump card." Chesper, at this point, wasn't stingy with his information. "They probably couldn't master the Witch King's fragments, which is why they ended up like this."
"…Witch King's fragments." Manner gazed at the Music Box held in the only relatively intact hand of the High Tower Sorcerer, who had become a bloated, bloody pus ball, and instinctively felt disgust. This kind of thing that backfired on its user was clearly dangerous. But what was strange was… this music seemed to have no effect on herself and Kuro, only destroying the Warlock who presumptuously tried to use it…
"…Their ugly desires were finally exposed by the sound…" Chesper forced a bitter smile. "Perhaps this is their just desserts."
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