Holy City Hall.
In the darkness, there are stars shining, and the rising and falling lights interweave into a gorgeous sea of ether.
"Aren't Angelou's observation records good enough?"
Bishop Albert stared at the westernmost corner: there, the sea of stars was dim, as if swallowed by darkness, with only vague light coming intermittently, but nothing could be seen clearly.
"Too slow, Bayer," he said.
"The manpower of the Musicians Association is limited, Archbishop." Bayer spread his hands.
His projection came from Angelou and appeared next to him. His image flickered and seemed unstable: "In the current situation, just barely maintaining communication has already taken a lot of effort."
In the starry sky, the voice of Nibelung came, calm and gentle:
"After all, the incarnation of God has arrived, and there is still a lot of clutter and noise in the Aether Sea. Mr. Mephistopheles has uploaded the records of Westminster Abbey. I am currently comparing it with Mr. Bayer's information. Soon, the noise will be filtered out.”
"As soon as possible."
Bishop Albert shook his head, "I hope I'm overthinking it—recently, whenever anything involves Angelou, it makes people feel uneasy."
"Don't be nervous, Archbishop Albert, it's over." Nibelungen said, "This battle is a victory for man."
"I hope so."
Albert lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.
Soon, the clearing of clutter and noise began.
The endless sea of stars suddenly changed, and the darkness above Angelo was magnified. The picture changes rapidly, as if it is playing over and over again at a hundred times speed.
In the blurry darkness, interference signals are filtered out layer by layer, and the essence is restored.
The huge outline of Avalon vaguely emerged from it, representing the ripples of ether fluctuations that were born one after another. Too many fluctuations cover up the details, and you can only see a general blur.
Among them, the most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the atmosphere of the battle between the scorching sun and the abyss. The ripples and ripples caused by them tear apart all the other fluctuations, pressing on the top with unparalleled power.
A ray of pure light wandered in the void, sealing off the entire battlefield until the winner was decided between the two sides. That was the boundary drawn up in Genesis.
The influence trembled violently until finally, the aura of the abyss dissipated.
"After so many years of silence, the sword in the stone is still so sharp. It's really scary."
Albert observed the picture repeatedly and silently deduced the music theory in his mind: "Although I don't know how far it is from its heyday in the past, but judging from the current signs, I'm afraid it's not too far away."
Bayer asked: "I think what countries are concerned about is actually whether it has inherited the power of 'Kingdom Come'?"
"Angelou is very cunning. They placed the battlefield in the Shadow of Avalon not only to occupy the location, but also to hide the specific situation of the Sword in the Stone. This question is destined to remain unanswered."
Albert said lightly: "It doesn't matter to the Holy City - as long as Angelo uses this power to deal with natural disasters, then we have nothing to say."
"Is this the attitude of the Holy City?"
"This has been the attitude of the Holy City since hundreds of years ago."
"It's too direct." Bayer sighed, "No wonder the Holy City is not lovable."
"Bayer, in this holy city, occupies 30% of the power of the entire human world. If we learn to be tactful and make excuses with others, I don't know how many people will be afraid and sleepless. It is better to be liked by people than to be treated as monsters. Compared with diplomats who have no meaning against natural disasters and monsters, we hope to cultivate more musicians in the open land. Fighting for power and profit in the world inside the wall is too meaningless. ”
Bayer laughed after hearing this, "Is this considered 'arrogance'?"
"It's awe, Bayer, awe of this dark world."
Albert looked at him deeply, withdrew his gaze, and continued to look up at the image in the starry sky.
If the world of ordinary people is under this starry sky, then the duty of the cult is to look through the brilliant starry sky and gaze into the darkness where no light can be seen.
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In the illusory starry sky, the record of that battle was repeated at a hundred times speed. With repeated calculations and interpretations, the originally blurry scene gradually became clearer.
Suddenly, Albert raised his hand and froze the image.
"What's this?"
Under the starry sky, in the darkness of Avalon, a huge moon wheel slowly rose.
When it was thrown into the sea of ether, it caused ripples of excitement. Although compared to the battle between The Sword in the Stone and The Abyss, it is simply too small to be worth mentioning, but the music theory structure contained in it is simply staggering.
That round of moonlight looks grand, but is actually subtle.
Under careful observation, it seems to be some kind of extremely precise and perfect creation, like a clock. Thousands of notes turn into gears to rotate, forming intervals, evolving music theory, and constructing movements. Finally, Reflected in the sea of ether, this perfect moon is transformed.
"Celestial Sense? In the Shadow of Avalon?"
Albert was stunned: "It's like a ghost!"
Bayer looked at it for a moment and then nodded, "The idea is very exquisite, like a work of art."
"No, compared to the exquisiteness on the surface, what I care more about is the aura it expresses..."
Albert looked at it for a long time and sighed softly: "It's so natural that it turns illusion into reality. I'm afraid it will evolve enough to merge with the real moon phases."
"Are you sure it's just the feeling of heaven and man when you advance to become a formal musician? Isn't it a stronger resonance with the world?"
"Although it's not, it's not that far away. I didn't expect that Angelou would have such a genius in recent years. This kind of foundation that has almost formed a substance, as long as after a few years of preparation, it is easy to hit the resonance."
Albert looked at Bayer, "Which Anglo master is this disciple?"
"have no idea."
Bayer shook his head: "Among the questions we raised, this was the only one that was ignored. Maxwell's secretary remained silent, seemingly because of the instructions from above."
"Don't you want your country's seedlings to be poached by the Holy City?" Albert shook his head, "With such talents, there will probably be a new master in the next ten years. Angelou is not willing to let go. excusable."
Bayer smiled, submitted the remaining information, and the projection dissipated.
After all, this is a long-distance projection that spans thousands of kilometers, and every minute and every second costs a lot of money. Even if the budget is sufficient, this kind of place still needs to be saved.
Silence returned to the hall.
In silence, Albert observed the record over and over again, until finally, he suddenly noticed an insignificant detail... At the moment when the full moon fell into the sea of ether, the intertwined tiny ripples spread in all directions, It seems to carry some signals and messages.
"I'm here?"
Albert slowly deciphered the meaning and couldn't help but laugh: "Announce his existence to the world? This musician is really unwilling to be lonely. He would rather not attract any existence deep in the etheric world."
This small detail was quickly passed over by him, but when the entire record reached the end, he was stunned again. In the moving moonlight, he seemed to sense another signal.
But the fluctuations were too blurry and he couldn't see clearly.
"Moonlight again?" Albert frowned, "What did he say this time?"
No one responded.
"Nibelungen? Are you there?"
"I am here."
Nibelungen's voice was gentle: "Do you have any instructions?"
"What was the signal just now?"
"Bishop, you are mistaken."
Nibelungen said calmly, "There was no signal just now, just ordinary noise. Your observations will not be affected by similar interference in the future."
Albert nodded and continued to focus on the observation.
After a long time, after the observation was completed and all the results and data were recorded in the "book" of the "Nibelung", he left.
And in that silent starry sky, the record of that night is still being repeated. The starry sky changes and ripples rise and fall, which is dazzling.
In that starry sky, someone said: I am here.
after a long time.
after a long time.
A long time passed.
Under the same starry sky, someone seemed to ask softly:
-are you OK