Bang!
Noila's feet softened, she sat down on the ground, and looked behind her blankly: "Ye, Ye, Ye... Ye Qingxuan?!"
Now no one cares about Nora's life, which was used as a guarantee just now, and the sound of drawing a sword can be heard endlessly.
The surviving Templars once again assumed a fighting stance.
"Calm down."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, picked up Nora who was stunned, and threw it aside: "I know that my identity is terrible, and I understand how you are feeling now. But I think what I have done until now has proven my goodwill. If you have no other missions, I hope you can go with me to rescue the Central Temple. Maybe it’s still too late.”
“…”
In silence, Quenting opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Vasco.
The knight in the gospel armor took off his helmet, revealing his burned face, bent down, and stared at Ye Qingxuan.
"I know you."
He said: "Two months ago, when I served under Commander Bann, I met you in Auschwitz. You haven't changed much from before."
"Maybe the changes are a bit big, but you didn't see it."
Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly: "I know that a suspect's request is a bit too much for you, but I hope you can make a decision quickly. After all, I am in a hurry."
"To be honest, I don't believe you are any so-called executioner."
Vasco shook his head slightly, "Mr. Benn once promised your character, and I believe in his vision. He is a pure priest, a servant of God, with a perfect personal morality. I believe that his adopted son will not be a Scum. However, I still want you to answer a question. This question determines whether we will help you next, or... draw our swords against you."
He reached out and pulled out a stabbing sword used for close combat from the leg armor, holding it in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the eyes of the young man in front of him.
With a chill.
He said, "Ye Qingxuan, let me ask you."
"—Did you really participate in the assassination of the Holy See?"
"No."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head.
Vasco stared into his eyes, as if trying to detect anything that looked like a lie. After a long time, he slowly nodded: "Very good."
Putting the stabbing sword into its sheath, he turned around and waved: "Escort this Mr. Ye to the Central Temple. No matter what, we can fulfill our duties as Templars there."
The team started to march again, but this time, Ye Qingxuan was surrounded at the core, followed by Nora who seemed to be sleepwalking.
Ye Qingxuan asked Vasco: "Do you believe me? After all, it is empty talk."
"Mr. Benn saved me twice on the battlefield." Vasco looked ahead and said calmly: "You also saved us, didn't you?"
"Maybe I have ulterior motives."
"I'll keep an eye on you."
Vasco glanced at him: "'Personal protection'."
"Then I'll trouble you."
Ye Qingxuan smiled nonchalantly and did not feel relieved.
Soon, they had arrived at the outskirts of the central temple.
This place has been completely transformed into an abyss. There are chaotic roars, as if they have been waiting for them to step into a trap, and countless shadows emerge from the walls and empty streets.
"Iron wall formation!"
Vasco drew his sword and gave the order: "Sword dancers come forward, longbowmen prepare. Everyone check the holy water they carry, and be careful of the black musician hidden in the demon!"
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but say: "Actually, I wanted to ask from the beginning: Where are your military musicians?"
Hearing his voice, Vasco's expression darkened, and the hilt of his sword creaked: "Everyone was mobilized before we were attacked."
"More than just transferring away?" Kunting sneered, "Hey, 'secret security', bah! Those idiots sitting in the office have no idea what they did..."
"forget about it."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and threw the frightened Nora to Vasco: "Let me make up the number, and you can protect this coward."
Making up the numbers
There was a trace of bitterness on Vasco's expression. There were probably tens of thousands of such demons.
Such a huge momentum would probably require dozens of black musicians to work together and prepare for a long time to come together.
Moreover, the other party may not have any secret weapons.
There may even be one or two big demons hiding.
Ye Qingxuan, no matter how strong he is, if he wants to challenge them head-on, he will still be able to fight against them.
He opened his mouth to speak, but saw Ye Qingxuan closing his eyes.
Then…
—The dreamland!
Everyone saw it, a round of moonlight rising slowly from the top of Ye Qingxuan's head.
In an instant, a sharp alarm sounded from the ether observator on the shoulders of all the Templars. Vasco was stunned, only to see that the terrifying degree that was originally beyond the measurement range was rapidly declining.
One million, nine hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand...
It's like jumping off a building.
The alchemy equipment carried by everyone, if the quality was fragile, simply exploded completely.
Invisible waves spread from Ye Qingxuan's feet, setting off a huge wave. Along the way, it swept in all directions. Wherever it passed, the black demons stiffened and roared manically.
In some places, hidden people were forcibly squeezed out from the shadows. Under such a terrifying "gap", the music in the body was turbulent, unable to control themselves, and blood was spurting from the mouth.
What's worse, the ether furnace implanted in the body suddenly burst, and the terrifying power turned his body into a ball of rotten flesh. But as soon as it came out of the body, it was swallowed up by the invisible monster.
In an instant, the ether reading dropped to the lowest limit - 0!
Dragon sleep barrier!
Even in the collision between the abyss and the sacred city, and the countless aftermath impacts, the moonlight is so illusory and fragile.
But at this moment, within a few kilometers of the moonlight, all the musicians have lost their own power. Even the master can only protect himself and is unable to care about anything else.
"What's this?"
Vasco gasped. Soon, he raised his head and stared at the chaotic monsters in front of him, showing a ferocious smile.
Without the blessing of Abyss Music Theory and Black Musician, the demon is just a bigger beast.
Such an opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
"forward!"
He raised the great halberd and shouted at everyone: "Follow me forward! Go to the central temple! Tell those bastards who is here! Who will be their enemy!"
Then, the earth roared.
As the Templars galloped, countless rubbles trembled uneasily on the ground, and the sound of steel hissing resounded throughout the battlefield.
The bloody eagle flag rises again.
At this moment, the proud Metro Eagle dominates the battlefield!
…
…
In the Central Temple, the final closed barrier, the siren sounded piercingly.
There was a loud noise.
Amid the roar, all the priests turned pale and looked at the dim nebula above their heads.
The observation system of the Holy City's barrier has completely failed, and red light representing collapse is everywhere. The barrier that was originally running at overclocking speed was now on the verge of collapse.
Under the heavy pressure from the abyss, everyone can only stay here.
There is no foreign aid, no orders, and even less than one-third of the backbone of musicians are on duty.
The remaining priests tried to maintain the barrier over and over again, and then waited for the alarm sound of failure over and over again, until finally, they were completely lost and made no more moves.
"Waste! They are all waste! Why can't even one barrier center be repaired now! There are so many confederate rituals in the Holy City, can't we share some of the pressure! So much budget is invested every year, how can it be used when it is really used? Becoming like this?"
Rembrandt looked at their sluggish looks and jumped up and yelled: "What are you doing! Aren't you all called elites! How much money did that bastard Albert embezzle? You losers are all derelict in their duties! Malfeasance! If it weren’t for my command, it would have been over long ago! Do you understand?”
Amidst his sharp curses, all the priests looked gloomy and remained silent.
After Archbishop Albert was dismissed, Rembrandt lit three fires on his first day in office. Not only did he cancel the buffer equipment of the barrier on the grounds of consuming the budget, leaving the barrier without any adaptability. Moreover, he also eliminated all the original backbone of musicians and replaced them with his own confidants.
As a result, when the incident happened, half of his key personnel with authority did not show up and were hiding somewhere.
Without authority or even orders, the musicians present had no way to even issue early warning of changes.
Half an hour later, Rembrandt arrived belatedly. He was still drunk, and without even looking at the pre-reading star chart, he directly issued an order to activate the flood discharge module, causing more than sixteen key parts of the Synchronic Instrument to collapse. damaged.
The person who had spoken out and tried to stop him before that time took the blame and was dismissed from his post. If he could survive, he would probably be exiled to the edge of the dark world.
By the end, no one dared to speak.
The remaining people watched helplessly as he ordered to abandon the outer and middle areas, and even the inner area.
The barrier matrix has been twisted into a mess under the pressure of the abyss.
The surface outflow boundary was completely destroyed.
The formation boundary of the transformation layer is scrapped.
The creative world of allocating physical resources has grown out of control.
Now only the core circle of activity remains intact, like a polished commander, shining the red light of alarm alone, over and over again.
Under the illumination of red light, the once dazzling nebula had turned into pitch black.
The outermost layer is completely dyed.
In other words, the Holy City's outermost defense has completely fallen.
"damn it… "
The chief engineer sat in the corner, looking at Rembrandt coldly, with resentment shining in his eyes. His secretary held him down and glared at him: "Calm down, it's useless. He is still the Archbishop of the Central Temple. Do you want to be a rebel?"
Rembrandt noticed their angry expressions and sneered in his heart, not taking it seriously.
This group of losers also wanted to abandon the Central Temple and shift their focus to support the operation of the inner barrier. If it hadn't been for his obstruction, everyone here would have died long ago. Is there anyone who can breathe
Now, all the remaining forces of the barrier have been gathered together, abandoning the six peripheral sub-centers, and trying their best to defend the central temple. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even if dozens of big demons besiege it, this place can still be impregnable.
Your own safety has been guaranteed.
So the next step is how to calm the aftermath of this incident afterwards.
His mind was racing, thinking about the damage to the Holy City and how to clear away his sins.
If it weren't for his wise leadership, I'm afraid that an important institution like the Central Temple would have fallen into the hands of demons. Although I have an unshirkable responsibility, I am afraid that no one can fault me for being able to achieve this level just on my second day in office. Even if it fails, I will be transferred to another place at the same level.
However, the sin of abandoning the realm of the outer inhabitants is a bit serious.
You must find a suitable person to take responsibility.
Thinking of this, he looked at the chief engineer and his assistant not far away, and a coldness flashed in his eyes: It just so happened that Albert's die-hard was occupying a key position and was unwilling to leave. Upset.
And according to what he said, this bastard was secretly trying to provoke other people to be dissatisfied with him, and then impeach the Cardinal Church. If I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, I might have been disgraced.
If that's the case, there's nothing we can do.
He sighed softly, feeling that the depression in his heart was slightly dissipated. He stopped looking at the engineers and closed his eyes to rest, but he couldn't help but think:
After this incident is over, there will be a huge void at the top of the Holy City.
With Mr. Ludovic's promise, will he have the opportunity to go further
While he was deep in thought, the piercing alarm sounded again, interrupting his thoughts.
He looked up in surprise.
"What's wrong?" He glared at the musicians who were operating the barrier: "Didn't I tell you? No messing around! Do you regard the lives of everyone here as child's play!"
"No, not me!"
The musician standing guard in front of the organ raised his hands and shook his head innocently: "It's outside, outside the central church. Someone has connected to the display line and asked us to open the door and let them in."
"At this moment?"
Rembrandt was stunned for a moment and frowned: "Who is it? Can you figure it out?"
Soon, the operating musician received the reply, with a hint of surprise on his face, and shouted excitedly: "It's the symbol of the Knights Templar! The Knights Templar are here to save us!"
"impossible!"
Rembrandt screamed subconsciously, but when everyone looked at him, he was stunned for a moment and changed his words: "Who knows if they are really the Knights Templar! There are monsters everywhere outside now, the Knights Templar There are only two small teams stationed in the holy city, how could they get in! They... are liars!"
At this point, his eyes lit up and he became more and more certain: "Yes! It must be! Our mission is to guard this place! Don't let any suspicious elements in!"
"But..." The operating musician was stunned for a moment: "It is indeed... outside..."
"really?"
Rembrandt sneered: "Are you sure? Can you make the decision? Can you afford this responsibility!"