Under the dark clouds, red fire burned.
Between the black clouds, thunder and lightning dance wildly.
The endless ocean set off a wild tide, and chaotic whirlpools were born one after another, and then collided and annihilated in the next moment.
The roar of earth shattering.
“…”
A majestic voice sounded, making the world tremble, but it was vague.
On the silver-white throne, the shadows burned like flames. The figure sitting on the throne lowered his head, overlooking the pure white city at his feet. The spreading shadow fire infected the pure white city.
The city was falling apart, and the flames pulled the wreckage away from the material world with itself, falling into the deepest part of the etheric sea.
The shadow of the giant stood up from the throne and pulled out the sword from its sheath. The sword shone in all directions, like the scorching sun falling into the world.
The long sword pointed towards the sky, but the light on the blade was extinguished in an instant. The sword blade fell apart and flew in all directions...
In the darkness, he roared and fell into the shadows.
Fallen into eternal darkness.
Eternal isolation.
"What a lonely ending."
The shaman opened his eyes and whispered softly.
In the silent dark room, there was only the soft sound of the alchemical equipment that sustained his life. Guishou, who was dozing in his arms in the corner, opened his eyes and looked at him:
"What's wrong?"
"I had a dream, the sign is not good." The shaman stretched out his hand and motioned for the ghost hands to help him up.
The candlelight passed through the big hole in his chest and fell on the wall behind him, casting a ferocious light spot. The shadow of the incomplete heartbeat can be vaguely seen.
As he stood up, mucus flowed from his nose, looking down and miserable.
Guishou sighed and took out his handkerchief to wipe it for him.
"What day is it today?" the shaman asked.
"sixteen."
"oh."
The shaman nodded, "That's today, right? The star seers told me that on this day, the blue moon wakes up from the white moon, and the stars will stop moving. After the power of the Shadow of Avalon entered a low ebb, the Elizabeth Tower The power will also be weakened to the limit. If the guys in the House want to take action, they will definitely choose today."
Ghost Hand nodded, "Mr. Holmes took the things you prepared for him and has already set off. He came to see you before he left. You were sleeping, so he didn't wake you up."
"Did he say anything?"
"Nothing, just let me remind you to abide by the agreement."
“…”
A trace of guilt flashed in the shaman's eyes. He closed his eyes. After a long time, he slowly opened them. The late twilight light had dissipated without a trace.
His eyes became firm again, like a sword blade that had been worn away from rust, with a faint gleam of brilliance like the sun.
"Stay outside the door."
He said, "Don't let anyone in."
Ghost Hand nodded, turned and left.
Silence returned to the darkroom. The remaining candle jumped and finally went out. In the darkness, the pair of pupils with a faint flame slowly closed.
Darkness swallows everything.
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"It's over, it's over."
In the same late night, falling into the dark city of the devil's realm, Naberish rang the bell in his hand: "The great one has arrived, the holy god has arrived, and the princes of darkness have arrived! The followers will come!"
Behind him, several followers of the evil god in red sacrificial robes praised the gods and sang poems in unison. In the hoarse poems that were like a nightmare, the conch in Naberis's hand suddenly collapsed and fell apart.
The bloody conch shattered into pieces and turned into a scarlet halo. In the halo, the great demon with the head of an eagle was summoned from the void, spread out its wings that blocked the moonlight, and chirped above the darkness!
That was one of the six incarnations of the Great Demon under Scourge, the Eagle's Nest Mother.
— Mapas!
He looked down at the city that had fallen into the shadows, with a strong expression of dissatisfaction on his face: "Such pure power is tainted by such dirty resentment... The scepter is covered in dust, it's so funny, so ridiculous..."
Layers of wings emerged from behind him, and a vague face appeared on each wing. Thousands of faces spoke at the same time, but they made the same sound along with Mapas.
"O king who sleeps in the shadows, the hour of wrath has come!"
Mapas raised the crystal eyeball in his hand, echoing the white tower rising into the sky like a phantom: "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
In an instant, in the deepest part of the city, the huge phantom-like white tower roared.
Under the swing of the mechanism, the levers operated, the gears rotated, the huge copper bell trembled, and made a corresponding roar. In the solemn and terrifying roar, the barrier that enveloped the entire Shadow of Avalon trembled. .
Wherever the bell struck, all darkness surged crazily, and frantic shadows rose into the sky.
As the eagle's wings spread, countless feathers fell down one after another, fell into the shadows, absorbed power, were given shapes, and turned into thousands of pitch-black hawks, sweeping across like a tide.
The sleeping demon city has awakened. The demons that were originally sealed everywhere and sleeping in the darkness were inspired by the natural disasters. They woke up one after another, got out of their cocoons and shells, bathed in the cold moonlight, and roared.
The dead city started to move in an instant. The lower city, the middle city, the upper city... with the Elizabeth Tower as the axis, started to rotate spontaneously.
Amidst the loud noise of the sky and earth shattering, the phantom-like white tower condensed into reality, and the road hidden in the layers of fog finally appeared.
—The door to traitors is open!
"Go! My servant."
Mapas looked down at the black musicians on the ground and solemnly declared: "Dedicate all water and earth within your sight to the God of Hundred Eyes!"
"It's time! It's time!"
The black musicians chanted in unison and embarked on the road to the White Tower.
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At the other end of the city, a bloody vortex silently opened amid the earth-shattering.
Figures in black cloaks walked out of it, and the strong wind lifted their cloaks, making a hunting sound. On the cloak, the silver-white "Red Dragon and Sword" emblem seemed to come alive, roaring silently.
Royal Orchestra!
Jerome, the leader, leaned towards the whirlpool behind him and said, "Your Highness, Princess Lao."
At the other end of the whirlpool, the weak girl nodded slightly, "In the name of Your Majesty, please do your best to prevent the glory of Angelou from being tarnished."
"We shall commit our own lives."
Jerome watched the girl's figure dissipate in the whirlpool, turned around, and stared at the royal musicians behind him: "From now on, we will enter a state of war. There will be no support or logistics here, and your names will not appear. Anyone on the list of those killed in action. If we fail, you will only die in obscurity here. I believe you have already made such a determination. - May all glory go to Angelou!"
"All glory to Angelou!"
The royal musicians responded in unison, mingling with each other's etheric fluctuations.
"Very good." Jerome nodded with satisfaction, "Any questions?"
"Sir, I have a question..."
In the queue, some young people raised their hands tremblingly.
Jerome frowned, "You tell me."
"I'm innocent, sir! Since it's the mission of the Royal Musicians, why do I, a technician, have to accompany me?" In the crowd, Charles cried sadly, "Can you let me go back? I'm just here to provide technical guidance..."
Jerome frowned, "Your task is technical guidance, yes. But Newton didn't tell you, did you follow the team?"
Charles was stunned, his face turned pale, and then he looked up to the sky and screamed: "Die! That old bastard Newton! You can't do this to me! I want to see that old bastard! I bled for the institute, and I bled for Ange Lu has made meritorious deeds! I want to see that old bastard..."
Jerome frowned and clenched his fingers. Ciel's voice stopped suddenly and his mouth was sealed. With an innocent look on his face, he grabbed the two musicians beside him as if they were saying something, but no sound came out.
All you could see was grief, anger and grievance. He sat on the ground and refused to move away. As a result, he was forcibly lifted up by the royal musicians on both sides, with a look on his face that he was worse than dead.
"Okay, no one should have a problem now."
Jerome turned around and said coldly: "Let's go!"
Target, Traitor's Gate!
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"finally reached."
Under the white tower, the young man wearing a top hat looked up at the huge arch in front of him, but above the huge and gloomy arch, there were corpses that had turned into skeletons.
"—The Traitor's Gate."
He whispered softly.
Green Tower, Cross Street, and Traitor's Gate are the three major execution sites in Avalon. The Green Tower imprisons felons, and every year, musicians who have committed serious crimes are thrown into the "Silver Vault" and turned into nothingness in the rioting ether.
The cross street was the place of execution, where those who were judged guilty were sent to the guillotine, their heads chopped off, and their blood pooled into a river. And the huge arch in front of us... is the exclusive property of nobles.
Traitors will be hanged under this door!
The bloody handwriting is the tragic handwriting left by the executioners. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, countless nobles who committed treason have been hanged here in a dignified manner wearing their fine clothes and matching jewelry.
Now hundreds of years have passed, the fine clothes have turned into ashes, and the jewelry no longer shines. Only the skeleton hangs on the lock, swaying in the wind, playing an eerie song like a wind chime.
Amidst the singing, the young man walked into it like a phantom and stepped onto the stairs leading to the White Tower.
The huge white tower piercing the black clouds stands on the steps. With the violent rotation of the city, it has emerged from illusion and turned into reality.
Twelve roads converge at its feet, each with twelve heavy iron gates. There is no hinge to open the iron gate, and not even the door cracks exist, as if they were cast solidly.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, stretched out his hand and knocked, and found the faint ether fluctuations coming from the door, as well as the delicate beat... The iron door and the entire White Tower were integrated together, and it would be more difficult to force it open than the front-side brazing. The Great Barrier of Avalon is much higher.
"Aren't you going to give people a way in?"