Late at night, under the same heavy rain.
Around the Auschwitz gathering area, towering gray walls were covered by dark clouds. There was darkness between heaven and earth, without stars or moonlight.
There was only torrential rain.
Through the slightly opened city gate, one could see countless amounts of rain falling from the sky, as well as the dim lights in the gathering area.
The city gate was tens of meters high, as if it were made entirely of steel. It had been rusted by years of wind and rain, had lost repairs, and was already difficult to move.
It can only barely open a gap of more than two meters wide for people to enter and exit.
In the rain, the light dims.
The dim light illuminated several figures standing at several doorways.
Their costumes are all different and they seem to come from all over the world. The only thing that is the same is the etheric fluctuations that have almost condensed into substance, and the outright hostility.
Even if the two sides have stopped fighting and barely stand together, the fighting spirit bursts out like sparks when each other's eyes intersect.
It is foreseeable that if even one person makes a slight move, everyone will fight without hesitation in the next moment.
But now, everyone is maintaining the most basic restraint and not suddenly turning their backs and taking action.
To be precise, they were all participants in the Auschwitz trials.
The strongest of the musicians who managed to reach Auschwitz alive.
Others seemed to be able to die, retreat, and escape.
Those who can survive here are the elites of the younger generation from various universities around the world. The geniuses represent the dignity and pride of the school itself. Leaving aside the musicians who have already achieved fame and achievements, those who come here twenty years later will be the mainstay of the next generation of musicians.
What they represent is the future of each school of thought.
Because of this, they will try their best to exercise restraint before the trial begins, and even... "unite" to a certain extent, so as to reduce some trouble in future trials.
According to the original words of the proposer "Colt Flagg":
—The journey to get here has not been easy for everyone, so why add new opponents
Among the popular candidates for this trial, many people were persuaded by him and came here. The goal is to keep all variables out of Auschwitz as much as possible before the final deadline for participating in the trial.
In short, it is to let the latecomers who are not qualified to give up.
Participants include, representative musicians from Rock and Iron Academy, "Colt Flagg" from the Revelation School, "Paul Bunyan", a chant musician from the overseas islands, Brother Hauser, a summoning musician from Burgundy, Arianna, a famous member of the Psychological School, and Rebecca, a representative of the Voodoo Crypt of the Illusion School, etc.
When most people see this lineup, they may be wiser and turn around and leave. If you don’t leave, it actually doesn’t matter, you will just be invited to have a friendly discussion before entering Auschwitz.
Anyway, after entering Auschwitz, the musicians were prohibited from fighting privately, so wouldn't it be good to decide the winner before entering
Of course, there is still some sense of propriety.
Just click on it and it won't hurt your life like a surprise assassination in the wilderness.
"After all, everything is under the surveillance of the Holy City."
Some people in the team raised their heads and looked at the clouds in the sky with a half-smile.
…
In the dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder fell, and heavy rain fell.
Occasionally, a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating several figures flying in the sky.
Their postures are different, and they seem to come from different places. The same thing is that each of them exudes powerful ether fluctuations, which vaguely distorts the material world, changes its rules, and transforms into the ether realm.
Scepter.
Those standing here are all scepter-level!
In this solemn atmosphere, someone suddenly sneezed, and with some embarrassment, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and washed his nose.
"Sorry, it's too cold in this damn place. I should have worn thicker clothes if I had known better."
As he said that, he lowered his head and looked at the gathering area at his feet: "It's almost eleven o'clock, isn't it over yet? These naughty kids don't know how to sleep, so why are they so crazy in the middle of the night? Are they going to have a **PATTY?"
Someone next to him gave him a cold look:
"Twelve o'clock is the final deadline. After twelve o'clock tonight, no other musicians will be allowed to enter the Auschwitz trial."
"Yes, yes, I understand. Thank you for your hard work."
The guy who once appeared in Maxwell's office washed his nose and complained in a low voice: "It's so sad, I just messed around a little! I was sent to this hellish place to be a nanny to avoid the limelight - look at this. There are a bunch of naughty kids, each one more troublesome than the last, and the ones who keep causing trouble for us late at night. Why don’t we let them go, and how about we go back to sleep?"
There was silence, no one paid any attention to him.
Among the several figures, a man in oriental attire turned around and comforted with a smile: "Heaven will give you a great responsibility, and you must work hard first. Why don't you, sir, wait patiently? After all, you Angels The representative hasn’t arrived yet.”
"Mr. Hu, are you talking about that white-haired kid?"
The mysterious man put the handkerchief into his pocket and sighed regretfully: "It's not here yet, maybe he has died on the road."
"I'm quite optimistic about him." Mr. Hu smiled.
"What about the children in your family? They will be sad to hear what you said."
Mr. Hu was still smiling: "Anyway, the Imperial College asked me to lead the team to Auschwitz, just to increase the knowledge of these little guys. We can just watch the excitement."
Among the several figures, someone glanced at him and shook his head coldly: "Undisciplined."
Mr. Hu just smiled and sang at the top of his voice: "I am originally from Wollongong..."
“…”
There was a moment of unspeakable embarrassment, and everyone looked away and pretended not to hear.
In the long silence, someone suddenly raised his eyes:
"-somebody is coming."
…
"somebody is coming!"
In the thick rainstorm, Colt Flagg suddenly raised his eyes. The mark he planted at the end of the road was triggered, and he sensed someone coming on horseback, breaking through the heavy rain.
Behind him, there was a faint shadow of a huge whale. The violent storm could not stop it, but instead became its assistant, making him roar like flying.
The terrifyingly huge shadow wandered between the sea and the sky, emitting a long and heavy whale song. The song of the whale shattered the rain curtain and called the world an ocean.
Sensing the faint hostility coming from the direction of the city gate, the musician on horseback sneered and increased his speed. The whale sings, setting off rolling echoes.
"Summoning school?"
Colt discerned the animality in it: "It looks like he is very accomplished."
"It just looks scary."
A hoarse voice said: "Beast nature doesn't just need to be big. To push the limits of beast nature regardless of the limit and expand the whale to such a ridiculous level can only be said... it's just superficial."
The person at the back of the group of speakers was like twins, two people standing side by side. One of them spoke, and the other never made a sound from beginning to end.
Those were the musicians from Burgundy, the Hauser brothers, and the speaker was his brother Torre.
He lowered his head and said something to his brother Casper beside him. Casper nodded. Under the hood of the heavy poncho, he opened his lips, took a deep breath, and roared wildly.
Thunder broke out in the sky.
boom!
The giant whale loomed for a while, whining, and the rain rolled down all over the sky. The giant whale fell apart and burst into pieces. The musician on the horse was thrown off the horse by the sudden backlash and rolled in the mud.
By the end, blood was gushing from his features, he was twitching, and he could barely get up.
- Confused heart sounds.
In the mud, the musician struggled until he was exhausted and unable to move. He tried to raise his head, but saw the traveler gradually approaching not far away.
Someone else is coming.
Seeing the miserable condition of the musician, the traveler who had just arrived was stunned and raised his head to look at the city gate. Thousands of meters away, he sensed the actual hostility, and then...
Then, I got excited!
He took a step forward.
boom!
An earth-shattering noise erupted from beneath his feet.
The man moved forward, drummed up his heart, awakened his instruments, and... the earth shook!
"'Copper Mountain'?"
Many of the musicians at the door recognized this instrument, and their expressions changed: "How can anyone get the approval of a Holy Spirit relic of this level?"
The roar of the earth and the mountains was approaching, and the massive ether rubbed against each other, bursting out electric light, almost evaporating the rainwater, and blurring the figure.
Every step that figure took was like a collision between a copper mountain and an iron drum, causing a roaring echo that was deafening.
But such a huge amount of ether and crazy changes are tightly constrained in the "formula", and they can vent their anger in a prescribed way, and they are not allowed to break free.
It is unimaginable that such a huge power can be controlled by one person.
"interesting."
In front of the door, a musician from a different faction raised his head, suddenly pressed his palm down, and a roaring sound burst out from between his five fingers. The majestic and moving melody suddenly arose, and the sound of the earth shaking and the mountains colliding together in the air.
The rain curtain trembled for a while, and a large amount of rainwater vaporized and evaporated. But after the collision, the sound of earth-shaking footsteps was still moving forward. But the face of the challenger in front of the door changed and he staggered back.
He gasped violently, but coughed up blood.
His face turned pale.
It didn't even count as a round. He was completely defeated in the test from a distance!
Everyone's expression changed.
“There is no trace of resorting to the power of the Holy Spirit.”
Colt Flagg's voice was hoarse: "Unexpectedly, the person who came turned out to be a strong man who relied on his own will to overcome the barriers of knowledge and vision, and was recognized by the Holy Spirit's will."
"Finally someone comes to challenge me!"
Amidst the gradual roar, the visitor looked excited, his slightly dark skin, and his eyes sparkling: "Is anyone going to fight? Come on, come on..."
"Samuel?"
Colt was stunned for a moment, and his eyes immediately darkened: "Why is it your hammer... Aren't you still practicing hard in the lava dungeon?"
Why is this guy here
Colt felt a toothache.