There was something in Naberis's words, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't tell whether it was a loyal reminder or a witch to sow discord, but something inexplicably flashed through his mind, like inspiration, and he couldn't catch it and couldn't remember it.
While they were meditating, the Templars surrounded them.
The leading knight raised his hand, and the other knights put away their weapons and guarded the surroundings. The knight stepped forward and looked at his iconic silver hair:
"The representative of the Anglo-Saxon school, Ye Qingxuan?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded: "It's me."
"Very good." The knight nodded, turned his head and reported in a low voice to the lion's head crest on his shoulder armor: "We have found Ye Qingxuan and a little girl from Romulus."
A vague voice came from the lion's head coat of arms, noisy and low. The knight nodded:
"clear."
"This place is too chaotic. Please leave with me. The Knights have established a safe zone outside." The knight said, "Leave the rest to the Knights."
To be honest, Ye Qingxuan couldn't ask for it.
After finding the survivors, the knights formed two teams. One team continued to perform the mission, and the other three-person team left the town with Ye Qingxuan and Elsa.
There were no dangers along the way, and soon they passed through the collapsed city wall and left the center of the battlefield.
On the ruins, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the battlefield shrouded in smoke and fire, feeling as if he was in another world.
Soon, the refugee camp in the safe zone arrived. Injured musicians and wailing could be seen everywhere, and chanting musicians dressed in white walked among them.
Several medical staff came forward and took Elsa for examination. But another knight waiting in front of the door walked towards Ye Qingxuan.
He wore green-gold armor, which was much slimmer than his colleagues, sacrificing a lot of defense in order to improve agility.
This is the messenger knight who conveys the commander's order. He showed his identity certificate, and after Ye Qingxuan checked it, he led the way:
"Please come with me, Commander, I want to see you."
"see me?"
"You are the musician we found who has gone deepest into the battlefield. Maybe we want to find you to know the specific situation of those black musicians." The knight did not say much, but once again made a gesture to guide the way:
"plz follow me."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged and was about to follow when he heard a scream coming from the distance.
He was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed. It was Elsa's voice.
He ignored the knight and walked towards the direction where the scream came from. In front of the door of the medical room, the two knights saw the young man coming forcefully and stretched out their hands to stop him, but in vain.
The moment the mirror's phantom dissipated, Ye Qingxuan kicked the door open. Then he looked at the cold infirmary and Elsa fixed on the operating table.
Under the cold shadowless light, the three doctors looked back at him and frowned.
"What do you want to do!"
Ye Qingxuan pushed away the assistant who came up and glared at the doctors: "She's just a little girl!"
"She is a Romulus."
Behind him, the messenger knight made a voice:
"—She is the only normal Romulus we have found in Auschwitz so far. All the others have been cocooned and demonized, and we must ensure that she is not infected... "
"so what?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a gloomy expression: "So she should lie on the operating table and be dissected? She can't even remember her own memory clearly. Do you think you can find anything?"
"Listen, Ye Qingxuan, don't get excited."
The messenger knight stepped forward: "These chanting musicians just want to do an examination on her. There will be no damage at all. If you are worried, you can wait here with me. After the examination, she You will be taken to the rest area and properly taken care of..."
Before he finished speaking, the heaven and earth shook violently.
The earth seemed to have turned into a worn-out carpet, being beaten hard by a duster, causing the walls to whimper and crack into gaps. In the dim light of the shadowless lamp, everyone staggered.
And right in the center of Auschwitz...the dark mist condensed into substance and rose into the sky.
Praise of Destruction, launched a counterattack!
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…
Ten minutes ago, dozens of huge iron whales hung high in the sky, reflecting each other. They formed a huge circle around Auschwitz.
In the middle of the circle, a large hole was opened in the etheric realm, and the light representing the kingdom of heaven condensed into substance and shone down from the crack.
For hundreds of years, kings of all generations, countless elites and musicians have gathered in the Holy City, using the music theory of the seven series of musicians to build a road to the Great Source and thus to the Kingdom of Heaven.
When the light constructed by music theory fell from the sky, it crushed the abyss music theory like a rootless tree, swept away the black musicians' geographical advantage, and purified them all the time, making them avoid the light like headless flies. .
It is with the blessing of the light of heaven that the Knights Templar can advance steadily.
And just when the battle between the two sides reached a fever pitch, Crowley sighed in despair in the shattered dark sky: "It seems that His Majesty the Pope has sent the Knights Templar and will not go to the battlefield himself."
Beside him, in the shadows, dozens of dark figures laughed strangely at the words.
"It doesn't matter. Killing all the Templar Knights in one fell swoop is also a great gain. My Lord will definitely be pleased."
"Then, without further ado."
Crowley stretched out his hand, and like a violin condensed in the dark night, it appeared in his hand. The strings sighed quietly, like a lover whispering in his ears, making people full of illusions.
This is an artifact given by Paganini, the fallen saint and one of the current Dark Lords.
And under the unison of many masters of the abyss, Crowley took up the bow and played the violin. The sound of the violin sounded like crying, but the melody was full of joy.
Like a prisoner who is still bound, longing for freedom, waiting for a hearty release. In the darkness, there is some kind of terrible power accumulating and slowly brewing.
As the melody spread, all the demons and black musicians in Auschwitz suddenly trembled, as if unknown power emerged from the depths of their bodies. It's like the abyss is projected into his body, and he is no longer afraid of the light from the outside world.
The music theory from the abyss blessed everyone, urging them to launch a counterattack without fear of death. And while the wailing melody was brewing, the endless darkness stretched out from the earth and slowly rose, lingering in every inch of soil, catalyzing the demons from the abyss, making them more and more violent.
But no matter how crazy they are, the anger and impulse in their hearts are never released. They keep accumulating, accumulating and accumulating... until finally, when everyone feels that the crazy flames are going to completely burn them, and the moment they explode and die, The whining melody suddenly changed.
In a blink of an eye, the freedom that had been waiting in the darkness for a long time, the blood, vent and killing that had been longed for for a long time spurted out of the body.
Thousands of ether fluctuations burst out simultaneously in an instant, like a symphony played in the same tune. Everyone was connected as a whole, playing this hysterical melody together.
The melody is like a flame burning, erupting, and marching wildly, like a once-in-a-lifetime carnival, completely pouring out all the anger, unwillingness and anger at this moment.
As a result, the music theory of the abyss emerged like a blowout again, competing with the brilliance of heaven, and even temporarily raised the rank of each black musician by more than three knots.
Never before have so many black musicians harmonized in such a small place, and the frantic power that seemed to be substantial gathered together and evolved into countless chaotic phantoms.
In the phantom, there are all kinds of longings in people’s hearts that cannot be satisfied or released!
This is Carnival!
The music composed by the fallen saint Paganini on the day he betrayed the Holy City sings the bottomless depth of the human abyss that was released from the heart of that man.
The rift from the abyss was opened. In everyone's heart, every black musician seemed to be the agent of the abyss. In an instant, he overwhelmed the offensive of the Knights Templar.
The broken Clothes of Original Sin suddenly changed, healed again, and transformed into a huge wind tunnel. The dark wind tunnel and the light of heaven strangled each other. Every moment is composed of countless music theories, and they are broken in the strangulation.
They collide with each other, intensify, burn, and die together.
The concentration of ether is increasing rapidly.
From the red zone, to the black zone, and finally... the entire Auschwitz was completely covered by the frantic sea of ether. The sea of ether, which only exists under observation, descends on this world with the interaction of countless movements.
At this moment, the etheric world and the material world overlapped in the sky.
In that dreamlike silver ocean, the long-awaited Holy City and the Abyss launched attacks from a distance. Countless streams of light and tides of darkness annihilated each other, forming a chaotic whirlpool.
And right here on earth, the war between the Templars and the Black Musicians reached its climax.
There were whines and roars every second.
"The Most Holy One is here!"
The Templars roared, wielding flaming and chain swords, slashing in the sea of blood, each other's armor was dyed red with blood. Wearing armor full of cracks, they walked in a pool of blood. They mercilessly slew the demons lingering on the ground with their swords, crushed them with chain saws, and turned them into dust with flames.
As they marched, the roaring buildings collapsed.
The blood-stained Templar walked into the ruins, raised his roaring and rotating chain sword, and slashed at the cocoon of demons condensed by the Romulans in front of him.
boom!
Cracked masonry shattered.
But the Templar was stunned, because the demon cocoon was unscathed.
The rotating chain sword passed through the cocoon, but it seemed to have penetrated a non-existent shadow. No matter how you chop it, you can't damage it at all. Not even the flaming sword could burn it in flames.
At this moment, in Auschwitz, everyone was shocked to find that the demon's cocoon had become something far away that could not be touched. Those sleeping Romulus people seemed to have turned into shadows, allowing them to use all means to attack, but they never suffered any damage.
And deep in the scorched black broken earth, a faint light slowly emerged, the vague light slowly rose, took root and sprouted branches from the scorched earth, and condensed into a hazy shape, glowing with colors that seemed to come from another world. .
It was a dim and fuzzy flower.
—Ying Kui!