"Where is the Master?"
In response, "Barlow" just laughed sarcastically and did not answer.
"What did you prepare at the Northern Hotel? A trap? Or an ambush?" Samuel stared at him: "Let's see, I'm quite interested."
"There's nothing interesting, just a transformation ritual."
"Barlow" pursed his lips and chuckled: "After all, you are all the elites of the new generation. Our lord is thirsty for talents, so how can you do such disgraceful things as killing people? Praise of Destruction is not a bandit who only knows how to kill people and set fires. , the more companions the better, especially for elites like Mr. Samuel... "
Before he finished speaking, a scream sounded in the distance.
Dozens of crazy abyss fluctuations appeared, and then, a bloody human head was thrown back.
"Barlow" looked at Samuel, as if he saw him gesturing quietly behind his back, and smiled meaningfully: "Is there anything else you want to ask? I will tell you everything I know."
Samuel's expression darkened.
Those who wanted to escape were also stunned, with despair in their eyes.
"Although the purpose is not pure, after all, I escorted everyone here, right? Why do some people leave without even saying thank you? It makes me so sad."
He reached out and picked up the head on the ground, playfully moved the deceased's lips with his fingers, and said to everyone with a gentle face: "Come, read to me - thank you."
“…”
No one responded. In the silence, someone finally made up his mind and jumped up: "I'll stop them! Let's go separately..."
Before he finished speaking, his whole body parted and left.
It was torn apart and rain of blood fell on everyone's pale face.
"Walk?"
"Barlow" pursed his lips and smiled: "We have arrived at the place, where else do you want to go?"
The blood was shattering like rain, as if it would never end.
In the wash of blood, the illusion was shattered, and the burning towns and ruins quickly dissipated. In the end, only the blood-stained hall was left.
In the Northern Hotel, which had been turned into a devil's nest, the corpses of the dead were everywhere.
Around the huge alchemical matrix, sixteen black musicians blew away the melody and played a cold dark movement, performing sacrifices and praises. The "sacrifice" who escaped stood in the alchemical matrix.
The black aura that was like substance restrained them, unable to move.
However, those who "died" while escaping along the way were thrown onto the altar long ago and slowly transformed into dark races. Soon, one after another "newborns" crawled out of the blood pool.
The black musicians waiting nearby called out the names of their kind and covered them in pure black robes.
"The reincarnation ceremony has been prepared."
The "Faceless Actor" finally showed his true face, revealing his empty face with a smile on his face, and spread his arms towards the chaotic musicians:
"Now, what do you think?"
Everyone's faces were pale, looking around at the ferocious demons, unable to move. But among that group of monsters, a few familiar faces emerged.
"Asa?! How could it be you? And Lorenzo..." Someone was stunned: "Aren't you already dead?"
In the team, a female musician whose face was half burned by the flames screamed, looking at the familiar face behind the crowd: "Benny! How are you... why are you still alive..."
Those who reappeared were musicians who died in the attack, and some even died in front of their friends and their bodies were buried. But now, they appear here again, just like before.
"Illusion!"
Someone yelled: "This is an illusion!"
Miller finally reacted and subconsciously looked at his teammate beside him, the musician who came from a famous illusionist family, but the musician's face was bloodless and full of decadence.
After cruelly crushing an eyeball, he was stunned for a long time and slowly shook his head.
"It's actually... true?!"
it is true…
"Anna."
Among the black musicians, the man named Benny looked at his lover with tenderness: "We finally meet again. This is a gift from God. Please don't doubt it. You still remember the first time we met." Scene? At that time we..."
The more he spoke, the more incredible Anna looked, until finally, tears burst into her eyes. He staggered back, covering his face that was burned to pieces, and choked with sobs:
"Don't look at me, honey, I'm already... I can't save you, I'm sorry!"
"All illnesses are just symptoms, don't worry about it. My dear, we have met again." Benny opened his arms and waved to her, his eyes full of tenderness:
"Come here, my girl, come here, come to me."
Anna hesitated, walked over cautiously, hugged Benny, and the two kissed passionately. The love in Benny's eyes was not false at all. Anna seemed to have finally confirmed that the lover in front of her was not a phantom, and she burst into tears with excitement.
Benny whispered something to her, and soon she made up her mind, took off her clothes, and walked up to the altar.
Amid everyone's anger, she walked into the heart of the transformation ceremony.
But soon, under the persuasion of those relatives and friends who had returned from the dead, one musician after another willingly stepped onto the altar. The faceless musician hugged the people who came up one after another, welcoming them to join.
Until finally, he looked at Samuel, whose body was scorched.
"Mr. Samuel, you are the person personally named by Captain Crowley. Now you must have witnessed my Lord's power to reverse life and death. Why are you still unwilling to face reality?"
The faceless musician stood in front of him, looking down at him: "Is it worth humiliating to bow before the truth? What about you, Mr. Miller, the Psalm School has always been the cradle of our black musicians, don't you think Are you not interested in the transformation between life and death? As long as you lower your head, you can see the treasure given to you by our Lord."
Miller's lips were pale and trembling. He stood in front of Samuel and just looked at the faceless musician with a hoarse voice: "Your god is not my god."
"How can the clay and wood sculptures you worship compare to the great being?"
The faceless musician's expression became cold and he raised his hand: "I'm sorry then, you only have one chance."
Miller closed his eyes and suffered death, but the hand did not fall off and was held by another person.
"Wait a minute, Will."
The visitor stopped his companions and said calmly: "Let me tell them."
"Then... I leave it to you."
Will glanced at the visitor and took a step back with a half-smile. So the visitor turned around and took off his mask, revealing a familiar face.
"—Barlow!"
Miller was stunned, and even Samuel's gloomy eyes flashed with astonishment.
"it's me."
Barlow smiled, but his expression was extremely quiet and peaceful. There were no bloodshot eyes or any mania in his eyes. He looked like a quiet and gentle young man, no longer troubled by animalistic nature.
"Not seeing each other for a few hours feels like years." He asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Miller's expression changed and he staggered back, as if he wanted to say something, but kept silent.
Samuel looked at him coldly, as if looking at something abominable.
"Barlow, you are already dead," he said. "Dead people should not crawl out of their graves."
"Are you worried that I'm lying?"
Barlow stepped forward: "Don't worry about me, Samuel, I'm fine now. I'm not dead, Will really made me see the real power... Do you remember the first time we met three years ago? What? At that time, I..."
"You looked much more normal back then than you do now."
"That's because I'm normal now."
Barlow laughed: "I no longer feel the troubles of anger and mania. The feeling of calmness is really wonderful. I have surrendered the restless beast in my heart. This is all a gift from His Majesty. Now I have regained …”
laugh!
Blood spurts out.
From Barlow's heart.
A dagger emerged from Samuel's hand, as if it had been practiced thousands of times. It was obviously too weak to move, but in a hurry, it was still incredibly fast.
Pulling out the dagger from the boot, he flipped his wrist and sent it forward. The light of the knife was like a fish swimming in the air, sinking into his chest and into his heart, causing a splash of red water.
Blood spurted out on Samuel's face.
"I...I...I am...ho...hoho..."
Barlow looked at Samuel blankly and wanted to say something, but the blood poured into his lungs. He was speechless and fell to his knees.
Samuel pulled out his dagger and made another cut on his throat.
Barlow fell to the ground, and at the last moment, he stared blankly at Samuel in front of him, his dull eyes reflecting the blood-stained face.
"Sorry, Barlow."
Samuel just sat on the ground, lowering his eyes, "Since you didn't die in the fight, I hope you can die in shame. At least, you will still be like the original you... "
"Samuel!"
Will was stunned, unable to react, and said angrily: "What the hell did you do! That's your friend! He came back from the dead just to see you again!"
"He is not my friend."
Samuel raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes as cold as iron: "Not from the beginning."
"you… "
"Friends? How could he possibly have friends?"
Samuel raised his hand, smoothed Barlow's eyes, and said in a soft voice: "A paranoid like him only has eyes for victory and defeat, strength and weakness. I'm afraid such a thing as friendship has never existed, right? I recognize him. It is up to me to defeat the enemy with my own hands. From the first time I saw him three years ago, I have thought so, and so has he. Even if you don't take action, he will definitely do it before the trial is over. He will challenge me, uprightly, like a real musician, even if it means life or death. In order to challenge me, he chose this crazy path, but now he looks weak, but it makes me feel sad for him. It’s…disgusting!”
"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"
Will laughed angrily, "In that case, there is no need to keep you."
Snapped!
He flashed like a phantom, stretched out his hand, and opened Samuel's chest with his sharp finger bones, and suddenly penetrated from behind. In his hand, the heart squeezed out from the fingertips like mud, and blood spurted out.
Samuel was hung up by the Faceless Musician, like a burnt tattered doll, left to be played with. But the blood was like tears, sliding down his cheeks.
Like crying.
He closed his eyes, letting the blood and tears fall, and the last sound was cut off. But in that broken chest, there was the sound of burning fire.
"You know what? I've been waiting for him to challenge me..."
The deceased's eyes opened again, and they were as red as lava. In those eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation, no anger, no gloominess.
Just like fire, burning.
Just burning makes people feel scared.
"—I've been waiting for this day for three years!"
At that moment, Tongshan roared!