yasinovel Chapter 4369 Special Attack Techniques
Chapter 4369 Special Attack Techniques
Chapter 4369 Special Attack Techniques
When they saw the face of the person in the woods, everyone froze instantly, their faces turning pale.
His skin was a patchwork of gray and grime, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and his iconic knight's armor was rusty, tattered, and worn out...
The one that came was an evil spirit!
However, the evil spirit simply stood outside the woods, gazing at the camp from afar, without making any move.
Even so, the three people by the campfire were sweating profusely.
How could this be? How did an evil spirit suddenly appear in the camp?!
"It's all my fault. I was completely absorbed in the music and didn't look at the minimap... Otherwise, I would have noticed it sooner!" Ke Mai's eyes were a little flustered, and his tone was full of self-blame.
“Now is not the time to blame ourselves. What we should be thinking about now is what to do next?” Blanche asked anxiously.
In reality, Blanche wouldn't be afraid of evil spirits.
But now, she has no power, and she is somewhat afraid of an evil spirit that can cause unknown disasters.
"I don't know either... Should we run before he reaches the camp?"
Ke Mai suggested somewhat hesitantly.
The moment he saw the evil spirit, he wanted to run away. His illusion node could hold for a while, but it could only cover himself at most. Uriel and Blanche could not be covered, which is why he was too embarrassed to run away alone.
Now that I could no longer hold back, I cautiously offered my suggestion.
He had barely finished speaking when Blanche suddenly spoke up, her tone full of doubt: "Wait, something's not right. Have you noticed he hasn't come over yet?"
Upon hearing this, Ke Mai followed her gaze.
In his memory, the evil spirit had always wandered aimlessly in the swamp forest, never stopping, but this time, he stood at the edge of the forest.
Even stranger, those empty pupils seemed to be staring straight in the direction of the camp.
Ke Mai's heart tightened, his tone filled with confusion and wariness: "What...what is he looking at?"
No one answered; only the crackling of the campfire filled the air.
The quieter it was, the more unsettling the atmosphere became, sending chills down everyone's spines.
Fortunately, at that moment, Angell's voice reached their ears.
"He must have been drawn here by the music."
……
In fact, Angel had noticed the evil spirit's presence long ago.
At that time, the evil spirit was still wandering in the swamp several miles away.
But just as Uriel's fingertips plucked the harp and the first note drifted into the forest, even though they were far apart, the evil spirit seemed to be pulled by invisible threads and suddenly stopped in its tracks.
Those empty pupils moved slightly, as if following the direction of the wind, trying to capture that faint melody.
The next second, his previously sluggish steps suddenly quickened, and his figure transformed into a blurry afterimage as he sped toward the source of the music.
However, the closer he got to the camp, the slower he became.
He stopped completely when he reached the edge of the woods, not taking another step forward, as if there were forbidden zones ahead that he dared not cross.
This situation gave Angel a strange feeling.
It reminded him of a phrase... "feeling timid as one gets closer to home"?
Because the evil spirit remained motionless at the edge of the woods, Angel did not immediately warn the three people by the campfire. Instead, he listened quietly to the melody flowing from Uriel's fingertips, his eyes filled with curiosity, wanting to see how the evil spirit would react.
The music has ended for a while now, but the evil spirit still hasn't set foot in the camp.
But from God's perspective, the evil spirit seems to be trembling all over, and looks like it is about to make a move.
He thought for a moment and then said, "He must have been drawn here by the music."
"How about Mr. Uriel plays another piece?"
Upon hearing this suggestion, Kemai and Blanche looked puzzled.
Kemai asked, puzzled, "Mr. Angell? This... are we still going to play at this time? Won't that anger him?"
Blanche looked confused, wondering why they should play music now?
The protagonist of the conversation, Uriel, remained silent, merely gazing at the evil spirits at the edge of the woods.
In fact, from the moment he learned of the evil spirit's appearance, his gaze never left it.
Uriel's feelings toward the priest Seymour were extremely complex.
He had gritted his teeth countless times during those days and nights, and fantasized countless times about the scene of their reunion... He thought he would be furious, lose control, and wish he could grind the other person to dust and demand an explanation for the disappearance of Rigota.
He even thought that even if all that was left of the other party was a pile of bones, he would personally burn them to ashes as a tribute to that time that could never be returned to.
But when he actually saw Father Sean, the overwhelming rage he had anticipated strangely did not appear.
The figure before me was disheveled, withered, and utterly defeated; he was no longer the radiant, revered priest depicted in the Glory Church's files.
He was more destitute and unrecognizable than I had imagined.
Like a demon.
What about anger? What about hatred?
The emotions that had sustained him all the way here seemed to have been extinguished by the empty shell before him.
He didn't roar, didn't rush forward, and wasn't even as emotional as one might expect.
Instead, a sadness he hadn't anticipated quietly welled up in his heart.
He didn't know where this sorrow came from.
Is it out of pity for this empty shell of a person who has long since lost himself?
Is it lamenting the fate of someone who was once a bright person, ending up like this?
Or perhaps, it's out of fear—
Even Priest Seymour has turned into this state, so what must Rigota have gone through?
Thinking of this, Uriel's heart sank.
Just as Uriel was troubled by a variety of complex thoughts, he heard Ingres's suggestion that he "play the music again".
Both Kemai and Blanche expressed their confusion.
But Uriel thought...it was a good suggestion.
He looked down at the harp in his arms, his fingertips lightly touching the strings.
Not only did he need to cooperate with Angell's plan, but he also needed a piece of music to release his inner emotions...
For someone who has been deeply passionate about music, only music can fully express the complex and subtle emotions deep within their heart.
Without further hesitation, he slowly plucked the strings.
The melody, tinged with a hint of sorrow, drifted out...
He was still playing "Moonlight in the Haze".
But this time, even though it was the same piece of music, with no change in key or melody, the tempo was slowed down by half, turning into an adagio andante.
The original bright and gentle major key color was changed to a minor key passing tone.
Everything became long and drawn out, even the blank spaces at the end seemed like a helpless sigh.
Most importantly, this time, when Uriel reached the pinnacle of sorrow, he sang a ballad unique to "Moonlight" in his low, husky voice—
"The moonlight has faded, and the wind has fallen silent."
"The light may fade, but the heart will remain."
"A single note on the string, an endless sorrow,"
"May this song call you back..."
The lyrics, though only a few words long, were sung by Uriel with a melodious and lingering quality, accompanied by humming, whistling, and stringed instruments, captivating all who listened...
Everything seemed to fall silent at that moment.
Only this melody, blooming amidst the crackling campfire, seeps into the mist with the wind, drifting through the dark and deep forest.
And at the edge of the woodland.
Earlier, after Uriel stopped playing, the "evil spirit" Sean's body trembled slightly, as if struggling to move.
But when Uriel played "Moonlit Night" again, he stopped once more.
It was as if the music was some kind of seal, hindering his progress.
As the melody drew to a close, the evil spirit gazed at Uriel, who was glowing by the campfire, before slowly turning away and disappearing into the deep forest.
……
It wasn't until the melody ended and its lingering notes echoed through the camp that Kemai and Blanche slowly came to their senses.
Both of them looked at Uriel with a hint of surprise and disbelief.
They never imagined that a monologue-style performance could so captivate them, making them forget the rhythm of their breathing.
Especially Blanche.
She had spent a considerable amount of time in Uriel's copy, listened to his piano performances countless times, and knew firsthand how astonishing his skill was on the black and white keys.
The harp was not an instrument he was good at, and his skills were far from top-notch.
But this was the first time she had listened to the song so earnestly and deeply.
It wasn't because of superior technique, but rather the heavy emotions carried in the strings, the gorgeous yet melancholic lyrics, combined with Uriel's simple and genuine performance...
She was fully aware that she was being watched by "evil spirits," yet she unknowingly became addicted to it.
This shows just how moving Uriel's performance was.
However, what's even more astonishing is...
When Blanche came to her senses, she turned sharply to look into the woods, only to find that the extra "listener" was gone.
"The evil spirit is gone?!" Kemai exclaimed in surprise as he noticed the vanished evil spirit.
"Yes, I'm leaving." Uriel said softly, seemingly burdened with heavy thoughts, and slowly sat back down by the campfire, clutching his harp.
Kemai was completely unaware of his strange behavior, and was secretly relieved to have survived this ordeal, clenching his fist excitedly.
It wasn't until Blanche quietly tugged at his collar and gestured for him to look in Uriel's direction that Kemai saw Uriel sitting silently by the campfire.
The flickering firelight reflected in his eyes.
The warm light shone brightly, yet it seemed unable to penetrate that unfathomable sorrow.
Kemai was also infected by this emotion. He and Blanche exchanged a glance and slowly sat down.
They didn't know what to say, but perhaps staying by their side was the best option at that moment.
After an unknown amount of time, Uriel suddenly spoke up: "I feel like he recognizes me."
"Huh?" Kemai and Blanche were taken aback.
Uriel didn't look at the two of them, and said to himself, "Before he left, he glanced in my direction. Although I couldn't see his expression, I felt that he seemed to recognize me."
"How would he know you?" Ke Mai frowned. "Didn't you just say that you had never met him and only learned his name for the first time from church records?"
Uriel slowly shook his head, his tone tinged with uncertainty: "I don't know either, but it's just a... feeling."
Blanche tilted her head and thought for a moment, then guessed, "You and Rigota are so famous in Dawn City, your influence must have reached Evening Lights Harbor. Maybe he's even been to one of your performances before?"
Uriel remained silent, his mind in turmoil, unable to discern whether his perception was right or wrong.
Just then, Angel's voice rang out.
"He not only recognized you, but for a moment his eyes cleared."
Angell's words proved that Uriel's feeling was correct.
But this only deepened everyone's confusion.
Clear eyes? Does that mean consciousness has returned?
Faced with everyone's doubts, Angel said softly, "I don't know if that counts as a return of consciousness, but from my limited perspective, he did give Uriel a deep look before he left..."
It was in that one glance that Angel noticed a new liveliness in the evil spirit's eyes.
Grayish-white eyes and agility—these two words are completely unrelated, but in that last glance before the evil spirit left, Angel inexplicably connected them together.
“If the evil spirit’s eyes are clear now, does that mean we can approach it and ask for the truth?” Kemai asked.
Blanche quickly added, "And Rigota too."
Kemai nodded. "Yes, we can probably just ask Rigota about her whereabouts!"
Angel: "Unfortunately, it probably won't work. His eyes did clear for a moment, but only for a moment. As soon as he turned and walked into the swamp, he returned to his initial listless state..."
From God's perspective, Angor could clearly see that the evil spirit had resumed its wandering state, but its wandering direction seemed to be deliberately far away from the camp.
“Then let’s play it again,” Ke Mai said immediately, his tone urgent. “Since the music can elicit a response from him, perhaps playing another piece will restore his senses!”
After he finished speaking, his and Blanche's gazes both fell on the harp in Uriel's hands, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Uriel looked down at the harp, and the thought of playing another tune arose in his heart.
But at that moment, Angel spoke up again: "If the sound of the zither is really a special attack against evil spirits, I don't think it should be used here."
Just like in classic adventure novels, when a hero goes to slay a dragon, knowing that a certain spell is a special technique for slaying dragons, he certainly won't use that spell easily when he encounters minor obstacles along the way.
That would only waste our initial advantage and exhaust our strength.
The same principle applies.
If Uriel's performance can truly move the evil spirits, it would undoubtedly be a new bargaining chip for them, similar to a special attack technique.
Rather than rushing into it now and wasting the opportunity, it's better to wait until the time is truly needed, until we are fully prepared, to face him directly, and to seek the truth, and then use this music to seize the most crucial opportunity.
Of course, all of this is based on the premise that the sound of the zither is a "special attack technique".
If the evil spirit's momentary "clarity" was unrelated to the music, then Ingres's conjecture would be meaningless.
However, after thinking about it carefully, everyone agreed that this made sense.
If the music is played casually again and again, allowing the evil spirit to repeatedly come into contact with the sound, over time, it may become accustomed to the melody and no longer be moved. That fleeting clarity will also disappear completely.
At that point, this only bargaining chip will truly become useless.