Chapter 422 The Secret of Harmonious Strings

Facing Yao Luo's question, the Dream Master answered with an old but deep voice, and his body, as strong as the roots of an old tree, paused for a moment.

"I didn't expect you to be able to guess this level..."

The dream lord Gopher, who is at the top of the power of the entire Pinocchio, calmly acknowledged the source of his power.

That’s right, the power of “harmony” is not a miracle, and summoning the angel to descend upon oneself is not without cost.

Now, the power that the Dream Lord used to confront Yao Luo head-on did not come from himself, but from the Oak family, the resonance of the fiery souls of a total of 107,336 people. From the grand harmonious hymn, Hippe, one of the thousands of faces of the god, was brought here, representing the side of force and inclination towards war.

"The Infinite Husband" Aylinev once left a significant mark in the history of his family's fight against foreign enemies.

Once upon a time, the footsteps of the antimatter army tried to silence the harmonious notes, but the result was that everything changed after the "Infinite Master" came and swung just one blow.

That blow pierced through the galaxy and resounded throughout the universe. Countless legions turned to dust in an instant. Those war weapons built with antimatter shells and those lunatics who only knew how to destroy others and everything, silently became members of the "family" overnight.

The spirit, will, and even the destiny were changed and assimilated by the attack of the Infinite Lord. Until now, the Antimatter Legion has not dared to set foot on that planet again.

And this horrific record, the number of family members who performed the "tuning ceremony" at that time also reached a horrifying number.

Four million six hundred and thirty thousand.

Each of them is a family member above the sixth syllable (VI) within the "family" system, and they transform the "string sound" represented by each person into a long sword that cuts off everything.

Now, the force that the Dream Master can use only consists of more than 100,000 people from the Oak family, which is far less than the war that year.

"I abandoned my physical body a long time ago. Each of the 107,360 members of the Oak family is my ears, mouth, and eyes. They are my incarnations and the gathering of the "collective" that I represent."

The body of the dream master could no longer maintain the appearance of a tall priest. The skin on his face fell off under the scorching heat of the "sun" of Yao Luo's destiny. But soon, his body, bones, and shape changed into another appearance in a very short time. An ordinary Pipisi boy appeared on the battlefield where the two men were fighting.

"Ah."

Yao Luo sneered. He had seen from the beginning that the "Infinite Husband" summoned by the Dream Master was not a complete power. Even the real body of the Harmony Messenger did not appear on the Dream Master. To him, this layer of power was just an empty shell.

The real power is probably only one percent, or even one thousandth, of the incarnation of the Thousand-Faced God.

You know, if you want the power of the Harmony Messenger to truly descend, you not only need a tuner who can withstand the "God's descent" body, but also "family" members who are united.

If the Dream Lord really wants to unleash the full power of the "Infinite Husband", Yao Luo estimates that he must mobilize at least "hundreds of billions" or "trillions" of family members to be qualified, which means at least all the people in the Asdena galaxy must be counted.

"I now have serious doubts. As a member of the "family" assigned to the planet Pinoconi, are you really a believer of "Tongxie"? The power of the messenger is just for show. I can't feel any "Tongxie" in you. Aren't you afraid that "Infinite Husband" will possess a family member one day and chop you, the guy who stole the power, to pieces?"

As Yao Luo spoke, he released the fingers that were holding the bowstring without hesitation. With this simple movement, countless arrows of light rose from behind Yao Luo, and then poured down like the Milky Way, covering the entire atmosphere of the surface of the planet Pinoconi.

And the next second, the nine suns behind Yao Luo began to tremble, and the gravitational waves emitted by the stars turned these attacks into spirals, interweaving into a real giant arrow that could shoot down the sun, and instantly shattered the body of the Dream Master at a speed close to the speed of light.

There was no time to react, no time to struggle, and any resistance was useless in the face of absolute speed and precision. Potio's guess was correct, the battle between Yao Luo and Dream Master might really shatter the Asdena galaxy, but the one who would be beaten would be Dream Master alone.

Shatter, shatter, and shatter again. The Dream Master kept changing his body, using harmonious string sounds to block the light arrows and flexible syllables to form barriers. But no matter how fast his movements were or how complex his ability to change his body was, Yao Luo's attack would never deviate from the target even a little bit.

The arrow of light drew a beautiful arc in space, like the curve of a complex function written by a mathematician, or the precise orbit of a star in space. The whole process was so precise that it was breathtaking, as if the "result" of "the dreamer will be killed" had already been determined, and Yao Luo just loosened the bowstring and released this already predetermined "fate".

The result of being hit by an arrow is determined before drawing the bow. First shoot the arrow, then draw the target. This is the terrifying realm that Yao Luo's "hunting" clone has reached now.

"Damn it, this thief's understanding of the fate of "hunting" has far exceeded my expectations. Even if his fate is narrow, the depth of his understanding of it has made up for it."

The dream master's face was constantly shattered and he couldn't even make a complete expression. The speed of the light arrow was almost faster than the light and electricity of thought.

He thought that after forcing back the apostle of the "Sleeping Faceless One", Huang Quan, Pinoconi would be able to rest easy, but he was wrong, and very wrong.

The number of messengers gathered by the little Pinocchio has almost reached the number on one hand.

The "memory" that caused the cognitive storm in the beginning, the "joy" that later covered the starry sky, and the "hunting" that has now imprisoned himself with his own strength.

It is hard to imagine that these three destiny forces come from the same person.

He initially thought that the messenger of "Memory" Fate was the thief's true self, until later he thought it was "Joy" behind the scenes, and now, the Hunting who can control cause and effect, he is completely unable to tell which power is Yao Luo's true self.

Or maybe, until now, the real body of this "Yao Luo" has not appeared?

The dreamer has little time to think. The power of the more than 170,000 souls of the Oak family is not infinite. He has to bear the weight of these souls on more important chips.

But by all means, he hasn't lost yet.

The remains of the Dream Master's shattered body pieced together a broken but strange smile. Before anyone noticed, a "string sound" too faint to be detected escaped from the battlefield and headed towards the interior of the planet.

Most people may not be able to detect this chord, but as a member of the "family", Sunday can definitely know and feel the sound.

But what he didn't know was that Sunday, which was given high hopes, was in a dangerous situation at the moment.

"Pfft."

The flawless white suit was being pierced by a pitch-black sharp blade. There was almost no blood in the dream, but the person whose body was pierced could not make any sound. He just froze his body, allowing the heat and life to drain away from his body.

"This... this is impossible. In the dream, 'death' is..."

The tall body collapsed with a loud bang, and the solemn and elegant earrings made a crisp sound when they hit the ground. The raised ear feathers fell to the ground as if they had lost the support of the bones, and the earrings still emitted a dazzling light.

And the person who fell was the current head of the Pinocchio Oak family—Sunday.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame this damn thing..."

An unknown voice appeared in the darkness of Chaolu Mansion. The huge beast was looming in the man's shadow. The light and shadow were divided on the man's face. When Sunday's body turned into a bubble in the dream, the man silently lit a cigarette, took a puff, and slowly uttered the second half of the sentence.

"It's God's will..."

(End of this chapter)