In the dim room, only a dim domestic fire burned.
The flame that in legends housed the souls of the ancestors has now become unstable, leaving only a faint light like a candle in the wind.
In front of the flames, the sleeping Caligula opened his eyes and sighed softly.
Beside him, in the cage, the pigeon felt uneasy and flapped its wings in fear. Elder Caligula held it in his hand, cut open its belly with a knife, and pulled out its tiny intestines.
He hummed the ancient ballad softly, faced the firelight, and interpreted the obscure revelations in it. After a long time, he slowly threw it into the fire.
"—The fire will go out."
He recited the revelation from heaven, raised his head, stared into the distance, his eyes mournful: it was as if he could see the Holy Spirit dissipating in the flames in the distant temple.
"Your Majesty, may your departed soul gallop in the starry sky, just like you galloping on this earth... It's a pity that there is no home fire for you to live in... "
He lowered his eyes and murmured softly, and thick blood flowed from his nostrils and dripped on the back of his hands. On the back of the hand, gray spreads, carrying the smell of plague and rot.
On his ankles, the scales slowly increased in value, as if a demon was about to awaken.
The virus originally hidden in the Romulus body finally woke up and began to attack.
His vision went dark, he staggered and almost fell down.
"Has this day finally come?"
He climbed up with difficulty holding on to the wall and said to himself: "Forget it, the era of Romulus should have ended long ago. The remaining embers of the old era should be swept into the trash heap obediently."
Behind him, the door was carefully pushed open, revealing a childish face.
Elsa woke up from her nightmare. She hugged the doll and looked at Caligula:
"Dad, I'm scared."
Caligula smiled with difficulty, hugged her, and touched her long hair.
"Don't be afraid, Elsa, don't be afraid."
He wiped the nosebleed from his face and asked softly: "Do you remember mom?"
"Mother… "
Elsa lowered her head sadly: "I just dreamed of my mother. She told me not to be afraid, but I was still afraid, and then my mother left. Will my father leave too?"
"Will not."
Caligula hugged her and hid his tears: "Mom will never leave you, she likes strong children best."
Behind him, the fire burned dimly.
It's like the wind is blowing.
The fire will go out.
Then, mournful songs sounded.
In flames.
…
…
In the long silent night, the mournful song echoed in Auschwitz.
"Come, let me tell you about the future destiny, tell you what kind of glory the descendants of God will win that day, and what kind of people your descendants will be..."
It was a hymn from long ago, a song sung by the poet of Romulus, describing the glory of the saints' creation on earth. But the song was indescribably sad and desolate.
In the echo of the song, the Romulus woke up from their deep sleep and saw gray spots spreading on their bodies, and sticky blood flowing from their mouths and noses.
Household fires are being extinguished, one after another, as if the souls of the ancestors living in them are dying, but the dead souls are singing, singing the splendor and magnificence of the old era, which the Romulans once created on the earth. of cities and wonders.
Until finally, all the flames were extinguished in the darkness.
It was as if the souls of the ancestors were burned up in the fire.
The world is immersed in darkness.
Then, the earth trembled.
A terrifying roar came from deep underground, and the entire huge Auschwitz trembled. The huge rocks rubbed against each other, making a shattering roar.
Amid the deafening roar, countless cracks quickly expanded from the walls and buildings, and violent turbulence came one after another.
The musicians opened their eyes in horror from their sleep and sensed the drastic changes in the earth.
There was also a roar from the sky.
"what 's wrong?"
They subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the sky: "Master Koch?"
In the reflection of those eyes, the dark clouds were burning.
Screams sounded.
Behind the clouds, fire was spreading, and the emaciated old man turned into withered bones and disintegrated in the air. Countless dust fell from the sky, bringing murderous intent from the sky.
Darkness comes with disaster.
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As early as five minutes ago, the bright moon was shining above the clouds.
In the sky, Master Koch opened his eyes and frowned.
On the ground, the entire town suddenly experienced one after another etheric fluctuations. Like an invisible storm sweeping across, those household fires that had been burning for thousands of years were extinguished.
Above the ground, there was total darkness.
But at the moment when the fire was extinguished, he suddenly raised his head and saw something strange.
Darkness came from the starry sky and extinguished the light of the stars.
The darkness that looked like a living thing suddenly came out of nowhere and enveloped the entire Auschwitz. In an instant, it formed an extremely huge shadow.
In the darkness, I couldn't see my fingers.
Master Koch frowned and drew the tip of his pen in the air. The music appeared on the parchment in his hand, and a soft starlight rose from the parchment, like a small sun.
The "glow of insight" of the school of revelation illuminates all reality.
Wherever the light passes, the darkness dims and shrinks, exposing the dark music theory flowing within. In an instant, under the glow of insight, hundreds of shrill bloody lights appeared throughout Auschwitz.
In an instant, Koch turned pale and took a breath of air.
Every bit of blood represents the existence of a black musician...
Most of the bloody light was hidden in the peripheral hotels, and also lurked around the market—that was the area where the caravans that entered Auschwitz during the day were stationed. But where could any caravan be so evil
At this moment, this place has clearly become a devil's cave where evil spirits gather!
It's just that Koch can't understand that since the trial began, he has been staying here and monitoring the entire trial process. How come there are so many people who have concealed their star-seeing eyes and sneaked in secretly here!
"Don't blame yourself."
Behind him, a soft and easy-going voice said: "They are all 'believers' blessed by the 'Dark Lords' and protected by the abyss. You can't tell, but it's normal."
The voice was polite and graceful, but it made Koch fall into the ice cave instantly and turned pale.
From the beginning to the end, even though he was illuminated by the light of insight, he was not aware of anything behind him. But as that voice sounded, a hole suddenly appeared.
In the midst of the light, a dark void suddenly appeared. The void formed a vague human shape, staring at him and emitting human words.
But the void seems to lead to the abyss, faintly revealing some inhuman essence, which makes people tremble and go crazy.
"I didn't expect that the 'Book of Akasha' school still has a successor. The contemporary 'recorder' is you, right?"
The hollow "stared" at the parchment in Koch's hand and nodded clearly: "What a pity."
"Paganini—"
Master Koch's voice was hoarse and he stared at the visitor, "The Fallen Saint Paganini's Clothes of Original Sin... No wonder I can't see it! Are you a 'Praise of Death'? Are you Crowley Ergo?"
"As expected of the recorder of the Book of Akasha, he even knows this."
Crowley chuckled, revealing his true face from the original sin clothes. His pale face was like that of a young man, but his withered hands were already full of wrinkles.
Hundreds of years ago, the sixth generation Paganini crossed the taboo because of his excessive pursuit of the true essence of music theory, joined the camp of natural disasters, and became one of the Dark Lords.
Paganini's holy name fell directly and was no longer passed down.
At the same time as he fell, almost all the musicians who inherited his music theory also fell into evil ways.
The Praise of Death they formed is one of the top three existences among the sixteen fallen orchestras in the world that have been awarded by the Hundred-Eyed Ones, and they directly accept the guidance of the Dark Lords.
These degenerate musicians are traveling all over the world, even living in the dark world. The occasional appearance is almost synonymous with disaster, and wherever they go, it is a mess.
But no one expected that these guys would be so bold and dare to appear here
Seeing the cautious look on Master Koch's face, Crowley smiled: "You want to delay time to deliver the news to the people below? It's useless. We have come a long way, so we must be prepared. At the very least, everyone's There is always information. Someone is entertaining us below, so don’t worry."
Koch's expression suddenly darkened.
"Is there anything else in Auschwitz that deserves such a large-scale tribute of destruction? Or are you really planning to declare war on the holy city?"
"I didn't expect you to worry about us. It's so comforting."
Crowley smiled slightly, his face like a young man full of innocence and joy, and he just pointed to the ground below: "Look at the flowers..."
In the darkness, the earth shook, and Auschwitz was drowned in mourning.
There are no flowers there.
But Crowley was fascinated by it.
"The seeds that have been planted a hundred years ago will finally sprout today."
He stretched out his hand and touched the city tenderly: "It was supposed to last for hundreds of more years, but unfortunately, His Majesty was seriously injured, and the long-term plan can only be put aside. After tonight, except for the 'Merman' and the 'Half In addition to dragons and black moon spirits, our Lord's religious race will have another one... With the blood of Romulus people, it will definitely be able to give birth to many demon children, right?"
"wishful thinking!"
Master Koch reprimanded angrily, and a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the old body.
It was like a huge star emerging from his body, trying to burn him to death and burst out of his body!