"build?"
Albert sneered: "Ye Qingxuan, I know your attainments and achievements in the realm, but the Great Barrier of the Holy City is different from the one in Avalon. From the beginning, it is better than Avalon's. There are more than six times more basic points of the law, not to mention hundreds of years of additions, changes, and repairs! In the way of the domain, every time it is doubled, the labor and difficulty required increase exponentially! What you need to face is an unprecedented monster-level alchemical matrix! Even if Hermes is here, he would not dare to boast that he can fix it! Do you think you can do it as a master? You are kidding! I know you want the barrier to restore its basic operation. , how many masters are needed?”
Ye Qingxuan ignored his taunts and just looked up at the dancing dim nebula in the temple: "Your highest authority is still there, right?"
"so what?"
Albert rolled his eyes: "Removing my authority is a big project. It takes less than a month to rewrite the final matrix of the Concord Instrument one by one. Ludovic can't do anything about it. But I have authority but no physical object, so what can I do? how?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled: "As far as I know, the Great Barrier of the Holy City itself is a bridge, connecting various important institutions together, and its priority is even higher than that of the Papal Palace. According to the information in the silent agency, the final authority can be lost when the Pope loses When the news comes, the bell tower system is activated urgently and the bell tower blessing is given to people... "
Albert was silent.
"I think I can."
Ye Qingxuan said seriously.
Albert shook his head: "You must be crazy."
"What if I'm not crazy?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him, "Anyway, the worst result would be to explode in front of you. I'm not even afraid, so what are you worried about? Worried about soiling your 'new clothes'?"
"A good person always likes to seek death by himself."
Albert sighed and waved his hands irritably: "You can seek death or cause trouble as long as you want. It doesn't matter if you want as many clock towers to bless you as you want!"
"What's the minimum?"
"Ten."
Albert raised his hands with ten fingers and looked at him with pity in his eyes: "At least, ten."
Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and in the end, he sighed helplessly:
"Then, let's start with ten."
"follow me."
Albert took a deep look at Ye Qingxuan, turned around and walked towards the deepest part of the hall.
…
…
Go down the steps, step into the deep darkness, and pass through many secret doors.
I don't know how long it took, but the heat floating in the air became more and more intense. It was like being in a sauna, and the heat rolled into the chest, as if it was going to melt the lungs.
And just in front of Ye Qingxuan's door, there was only the last door that exuded terrifying heat.
"Has the internal circulation cooling pipe collapsed?"
Albert signaled him to wait a moment and walked to the small room next to the door. When he came out, he was already covered in a thick insulating suit. He could see through the glass on his helmet that he had a mask on his face. Portable respirator.
"Please take precautions."
After saying that, he lowered the lever beside him, and with a bang, hot steam spurted out from behind the opened door.
Amidst countless miserable white hot steam, the world behind the door has become a melting pot.
In the terrifying heat, the forest of Xie Lv Yi stood behind the door.
Now, more than half of the Concordance Instruments have been extinguished, leaving only the six behemoths in the center still shining dimly.
Those several-meter-high pointed cones occupy a huge space underground. Countless cables are wrapped around them and connected to the steel dome, extending to unknown places.
They stood in the thick steam, only showing a vague and ferocious silhouette.
The world behind the door is like a dense forest in thick fog.
It's just that this thick fog is enough steam to burn your heart.
The frail engineers had all put on insulating suits like Albert's, and dozens of musicians were hurriedly running among them, hurriedly maintaining the work of the Concord Instrument and delaying the collapse.
"Hey everyone, long time no see."
Albert skillfully greeted the dull staff: "Congratulations, your boss is back again. Unfortunately, he may be the last person in charge of this ghost place."
"This is the core control room of the barrier?"
Ye Qingxuan covered his nose, and the realm around him emerged, blocking the terrifying steam that could make ordinary people faint instantly, and followed Albert.
"That's right."
Albert stretched out his hand to push away the staff who came up, and walked to the center of the entire underground space, bypassing the huge central accordion.
As a result, the helmet's glass was coated with a rolling layer of red light.
In the middle of the six concert halls is a giant "ether pool" that is dozens of meters wide.
In normal times, it is quiet, like a deep spring. The sea of ether condensed into an entity here under the pressure of the Concordance Instrument. Countless embodied music theories constructed a huge movement in it, which integrated with the complex alchemical matrix to form the Great Barrier of the Holy City. Core - one of the four realms of alchemy.
This is where the original music theory of the barrier is stored, and the central temple uses this to control the behemoth.
But now, the barrier is out of control.
More than half of the system was scrapped. Under the external chaos and interference, the ether pool also turned into a mess and was no longer peaceful.
Now, the inside has changed from an orderly system to an "ether vortex" filled with horrific fragments of music theory. Violent reactions are taking place every moment, and it may lose balance at any time, and then explode, completely destroying the place.
The well-ordered music has become a mess.
Most of the alchemy matrix is scrapped, and the rest is also running overload and may be scrapped at any time.
Albert looked at it expressionlessly and cursed.
His expression was so ugly that he looked like he was going crazy with anger.
If Ludovic was in front of him now, he would definitely strap bombs all over his body, rush towards the Holy See, and give him a warm hug.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the pot of "red oil soup" in front of him, his expression turned a little green:
"—Should you let me jump in to repair it?"
"That's right."
Albert smiled, held his hand, and asked diligently: "On behalf of the Cardinal Church, I have decided: It is up to you to save the Holy City!"
“…”
Ye Qingxuan squeezed out a stiff smile and nodded: "Okay."
Immediately afterwards, Albert fiddled with the bloated insulation suit for a while, pulled his hand back from his sleeve, and touched his old face. When he put his hand down, there was only a hollow gap left over his left eye.
And in his hand, there was already an extra eyeball that was still moving, like a prosthetic eye that still existed in the eye socket.
"This is… "
“When I took over the Central Basilica, one of my eyes was removed and made into it in the sacristy.”
Albert put his eyes into his hand: "Take this with you. If you really can repair the barrier alive, you will need it."
The eyeball fell into Ye Qingxuan's hand and disintegrated on its own.
The outer disguise is gone, leaving only the complex movement composed of countless dancing notes. The outlines of the movement are intertwined into the shape of a "bell".
With a thought in Ye Qingxuan's mind, it disappeared into his body and was included in the Chapter of Fate.
This is a key.
Albert didn't tell him what it was used to open, but just waved his hand to signal him to hurry up.
Soon, Ye Qingxuan had taken off all the irrelevant bits and pieces on his body, leaving only the Clothes of Original Sin that had taken off its disguise and returned to mist. Now it was no longer pitch black, but a kind of haziness between presence and absence. .
That's a phenomenon caused by changes in music theory that distort light and perception.
"Get ready for the bell tower blessing."
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "Wait for my signal."
He stood by the pool, but heard Albert's call not far away: "Ye Qingxuan!"
"Um?"
He turned around and saw Albert's complicated expression for the first time.
With anxiety and anticipation, and a hint of pleading.
"Are you really sure?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed: "Don't worry, I have been building a lighthouse for you for five years in Root Town! Do you know how the Privy Council of Angelo praised me?"
With a bright smile that was not reassuring at all, he gestured with a thumbs up:
"—Professional maintenance, low fees, professional technology, trustworthy!"
After saying that, he took a step back, fell to the sky, and fell into the boiling and rolling ether pool.
Silent.
The red boiling light engulfed him.
Albert rushed forward, ignoring the oncoming heat and bright light, lying on the edge of the pool, looking for the young man, his eyes anxious and restless.
The strange thing is that from that moment on, the ether pool no longer boiled.
But it's so calm that it's heart-stopping.
Countless chaotic lights and music theories were churning, making it dazzling. Albert analyzed them subconsciously, trying to peek into the internal changes through external signs, but soon he became dizzy and could not continue.
The magnitude of changes in music theory has exceeded his limit.
Exceeded by more than a hundred times!
Thinking that this was a symptom caused by the boy who was in it, Albert couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "This monster..."
Before he finished speaking, a ray of white light shot out from the ether, grazing his cheek and making him fall backwards in fright.
But this is not the end, but the beginning.
Amidst the crisp sound like a cracking tung tree, a deep piano sound sounded, and the strings of the Jiuxiao Ring continued to fly out from the ether pool, criss-crossing, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire space.
Countless strings vibrated, bursting out different notes, but when the notes overlapped, they turned into a dragon's roar.
Ladder, start!
Spanning seven series and operating indistinguishably, the resonance of the strings bursts out, criss-crossing, and envelops all the rhythmic instruments. Among the notes, it is like awakening a sleeping firefly.
As a result, countless extinguished synchronic instruments lit up again.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock... In an instant, the cold light lit up again, flickered, and converged into a sea, illuminating those dumbfounded faces.
All the concert instruments that fell into silence due to the collapse of music theory have revived again.
"Restart complete! Done!"
Some musicians screamed excitedly: "Music theory in the activity world has begun to give back again!"
Everyone shouted excitedly and looked at the miracle in front of them in disbelief.
The current situation is like a dying old man who is about to die. When everyone has begun to prepare for his funeral, he suddenly opens his eyes and his silent heart starts beating again.
He told everyone.
I won't die...
I'm alive!