The moment the voice sounded, Ye Qingxuan's expression suddenly changed.
On the remaining armor of his legs, a dagger popped out as he moved. The dagger's blade was twisted and weird, like a snake, cutting through the wind, leaving a chilling steel radiance in the air, and finally It fell into his hand, and as his body twisted, it stabbed forward.
In a split second, Ye Qingxuan's movements were concise and sharp, and he had been tempered for thousands of times. In an instant, Ye Qingxuan exploded all his remaining physical strength, reaching the extreme speed.
Just for a moment.
The dagger pierced into someone's body and came out from the back, but there was no sound, as if it had penetrated a mass of void air, and there was not even the slightest touch.
But the dagger did strike.
"Recklessness is poison, young man."
The person who was stabbed slowly shook his head, as if sighing: "The poison is better than the so-called 'courage'."
He reached out, held Ye Qingxuan's wrist, and slowly pushed it out. The power was not strong, but it was filled with an irresistible stability. Little by little, the dagger was pulled out of the body.
The dagger fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't move.
At that moment, the whole body was shocked by the sudden and terrifying majesty. Every inch of flesh and blood froze in place in fear, not daring to show any presumption in front of that "monstrous creature".
Even his mind was overwhelmed, becoming stagnant and unable to function.
Behind Ye Qingxuan, there was a thin figure.
He was wearing a black feathered cloak, and his whole body was covered in the cloak. He was more than two meters tall, but he was not strong. The waist-length hair is like ashes, and the face is pale, without any color, and there is no trace of anger or gloom.
Just as being pierced by a dagger was nothing but a trivial matter, the young man in front of him was like dust.
He just lowered his head and looked down at Ye Qingxuan, as if he was looking at something interesting, without any irritability or disgust.
"Who are you?"
Ye Qingxuan struggled to make a sound.
"I?"
He said calmly: "I have had many names, but I'm afraid they have been forgotten now. Only the one I like least can survive to this day."
"You can call me..."
He paused and said the name:
"—Paganini."
…
…
Ten minutes ago, Knights Templar, Iron Whale, Central Temple.
Colt, who was recruited, quickly walked into the hall, and under the guidance of the priest, he came to the hanging holy emblem, and then bowed his head respectfully.
"Colt, the representative of Yantie Academy, is here in response to the call. May I ask what you have ordered from the Holy City recruiter?"
"Colt, get ready to synchronize."
A hoarse old voice sounded from the Holy Emblem, full of familiarity and unceremonious, and simply ordered: "Enter the prayer room in ten minutes and guide the light of the beacon."
Colt was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his head as if offended, looking at the Holy Emblem, as if he saw the old man in the distance behind the Holy Emblem.
"teacher?"
He was overjoyed: "I haven't become a master yet, are you saying that I am already qualified to contact the 'Lighthouse'?"
For hundreds of years, successive generations of secret keepers have passed down the same mission from generation to generation, eventually building a magnificent "lighthouse" scepter in the etheric world.
From then on, the light of the lighthouse was finally lit and hung high in the etheric realm, fulfilling the long-cherished wish of secret keepers of all generations - to light up the light, illuminate the dark world, observe the entire realm, and advance to the realm of omniscience.
Even though it is not easy to actually use it, and it cannot maintain global observation at all times, and the cost is high, the power is still huge. During the long history, the Keepers of Secrets have worked closely with the Holy City, enjoying a high status and becoming an authority in the school of revelation.
This is also the reason why the status of the Secret Keepers is so high among the Revelation Faction.
For any inspired musician, it is a great honor to be in tune with the "Lighthouse" and to guide its light. Not to mention that using this to master the huge scepter is tantamount to becoming an omniscient god, knowing all the darkness and secrets.
Even if he is the current generation leader of the Secret Keeper School, the "Lighthouse" is still an elusive honor for Colt.
Because of this, he felt uneasy, fearing that this was just a bad joke.
But Master Heisenberg's voice remained cold.
"This is your chance, Colt."
He said: "Master Koch has fallen. Currently, you are the only musician of revelation who can become the coordinate source point in Romulus. I give you my authority, and you will represent the Keeper School and become the holy city in Auschwitz. The Eye is directly responsible to the Holy See and provides reference for the decision-making of the Cardinal Church. This is a heavy responsibility, do you understand?"
Colt was immediately ecstatic, suppressing the excitement in his heart, lowering his head and replying: "I, I understand, teacher, please don't worry, I will definitely live up to it..."
"-Don't get carried away!"
The cold voice was like ice in the deep sea, making Colt stunned.
Master Heisenberg scolded in a cold voice: "The way to enlightenment lies in concentration and calmness. Only by transcending yourself can you understand the situation. Otherwise, you will lose your independence. What you see is just a blinding color, and there is no truth." What’s the point? You’ve studied for so many years, but you can’t control yourself when something happens. Don’t you even understand such a simple truth?”
"Teacher, I..."
"No need to explain, go down and get ready."
Heisenberg's voice gradually faded away, and the Holy Emblem slowly extinguished, leaving only the last faint voice: "After all, it is of no use..."
Colt stared blankly at his holy symbol.
After a long time, as if he thought of something, he lowered his head.
"I understand, teacher."
Ten minutes later, the attendant came respectfully: "The central prayer room is ready."
Colt raised his eyes and looked at him. The attendant was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but take a step back.
Those eyes were hollow and calm, indescribable, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, just looking at it was suffocating.
"Please, please come with me..." The attendant did not dare to look any further.
Colt nodded and motioned for him to lead the way. On the way, he asked casually, seemingly unintentionally: "Excuse me, did the Holy City recruit other musicians before me?"
The attendant answered, and Colt, as he expected, heard the name again.
"I see."
He smiled and nodded, but his eyes turned cold, as if reflecting the cold winter wasteland.
In the desolation with nothing, there is an underground fire brewing.
…
With the help of the central prayer room of the Iron Whale Temple, the synchronization with the lighthouse went as smoothly as expected.
But what was unexpected was that he was so calm, without any panic or nervousness, nor any excitement or joy. It was as if the emotions had frozen, and there was no longer anything to look forward to or be excited about.
Only a dead calm remained.
He closed his eyes and looked towards the distant city with the light of the lighthouse.
Then he saw it.
The waves of musicians coming from the abyss, and the masters strangled in the same place. The huge power and terrifying rhythm contained in the holy fire in that strange city.
besides…
And the white-haired young man at the top of the city, pushing open the door and walking towards the sacred fire.
So familiar and such a coincidence, just like every time in the past, Colt could only stare at his back and watch him disappear behind the door of the palace.
As if stung by the remaining color of the white hair, he closed his eyes.
"Ye Qingxuan..."
He murmured in a low voice, as if chewing flesh and blood, and for some reason there was a taste of blood between his lips and teeth.
"Ye Qingxuan."
He suddenly smiled, as if he had finally found a solution to the pain and madness.
He stretched out his hand, and under the light of the lighthouse, among the infinite messages he observed in an instant, he gently erased one of the lines, splicing two different logical lines together like a coincidence.
So, the results are very different.
The smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, his expression became serious and panicked, and he used his authority to connect to the Holy City again.
"Teacher, the current situation is unsustainable. The Abyss is taking over the control core. Masters, I'm afraid... the odds are against us!"
There was dead silence for a long time, and Master Heisenberg made a startled voice:
"What did you say?!"
"The Abyss has been prepared for a long time, and now it has the overall upper hand." Colt replied in a trembling voice: "I have provided all the observation data, but in a few minutes, I am afraid everything will fall into the control of the Abyss."
"Do you know what you are talking about? Colt." Master Heisenberg reviewed the information from the Iron Whale Temple, his voice became hoarse: "Are you sure?"
"Yes, teacher."
A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Colt's mouth, and he repeated: "Action must be taken. Please ask the Cardinal to make a decision as soon as possible! Otherwise..."
Communication is down.
Colt sneered and counted down silently: ten, nine, eight, seven...
Before "Three" arrived, communication arrived again, this time from a strange and serious voice: "Colt, this is the Cardinal Church."
"You will temporarily have the authority of a 'bishop' to deliver orders to the Knights Templar on behalf of the Holy See."
The voice paused for a moment and became as firm as iron: "The Holy City issued a 'purification document' and granted the Knights Templar the activation code for the 'Gate of Heaven'! Even if Auschwitz is wiped off the map, Never allow Abyss to succeed!"
"I understand."
Colt bowed his head deeply, worshiping this supreme authority.
Then, silently...laughed.
Farewell, Ye Qingxuan.