"What are you planning again?"
Hearing Mephisto's words, Stone couldn't help laughing and waved his hands: "No, no, don't think about it."
But Mephistopheles still didn't let down his guard, looking straight at him:
"Mr. Stone, Angelou is already miserable enough. Don't mess with it anymore."
"...I don't even call you teacher anymore."
Shi Dong sighed, "Am I such a cruel person?"
Mephistopheles snorted, "Isn't the Inquisition such a cruel place?"
"Mephisto, you know us well, but not enough. You were never one of us after all."
"Yeah, because conscience is getting in the way."
"No, because of cowardice."
Stone looked at him: "You have witnessed the life of a monster with your own eyes, so you are afraid that you will be regarded as a monster by others. Therefore, you have never understood the real Inquisition."
"Since this world is the land God promised to mankind, then what we have is the madness promised by God."
Stone said calmly: "Mephisto, we are lunatics. Yes, we will do whatever it takes. There is no lower limit. If we are suspected of colluding with demons, we can burn even children to death without hesitation. Human beings are afraid of us because we are Evil. But humans need us, because this evil is necessary and meaningful. There must always be someone to practice the ugliness of human nature - this is the meaning of the Inquisition. If we want to do something, humans must do it. Whatever we do, even if it is despised by others. We are monsters created by human beings, the evil of human nature that is opposed to kindness. We are also driven by human justice, and use the morality that is trampled under the feet of human beings. To judge monsters and measure the starry sky. This is how monsters survive—if not, what’s the difference between us and monsters?”
Mephistopheles was silent for a long time and shook his head: "In the final analysis, it's just a high-sounding cliche... I don't think Ye Qingxuan can accept your methods and ideas."
"Don't underestimate him, Mephisto."
Shi Dong disagreed: "Your specialty is Mu Shou believers, so you can see into the weak points of their hearts, but Ye Qingxuan is different from others - if we are monsters, then he is the king of monsters I choose. He has weaknesses and many He is weak, but he has witnessed the evil of his own human nature, he has looked directly at his own desires and ugliness, and he has done it better and stronger than anyone else."
"Just wait, he will save this country and take back everything he deserves."
"at all costs."
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It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was still dark.
A carriage stopped at the end of Queen's Road, at the entrance to Uptown.
The white-haired young man stepped out of the carriage, raised his head, and looked up at the dark sky and the huge seal that was turning vaguely. Then, he moved forward and entered the penalty area.
A roaring sound sounded in the sky.
The burning wings of light fell and hit the ground with a loud roar and a hurricane.
The great knight in Archangel armor raised his head, the eyes above his faceplate glowing with cold red light.
"who?"
Ye Qingxuan flicked his fingers, and the copper emblem flew up and drew an arc. The knight caught it and saw the emblem of the Holy Emblem in Fire on it.
"Inquisition, Grand Inquisitor, Ye Qingxuan."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him and said, "Inform Mr. Haydn for me - I am a late learner and am here to ask for advice."
The great knight looked at him for a while, put away his coat of arms, and rose into the air without saying a word.
Soon, the blocked door was opened.
"plz follow me."
The Knights of the Round Table walked out of it and led him the way.
The terrifying hot wind blew against my face.
Along the road were dead streets, with only the sonorous sound of the patrolling Knights of the Round Table walking. There were no fires or burning things, but being in them made people feel hot and sweaty.
That is the high temperature generated by the flow of huge amounts of ether.
After walking through the gate, Ye Qingxuan's musician sensed that the entire upper city seemed to be enveloped by the scorching sun. The sea of ether seems to have become a loophole here, and torrent is introduced all the time, moving along the huge matrix and becoming part of the huge movement.
-"Genesis"!
Based on the Great Barrier of Avalon and extracting massive amounts of ether, the huge realm created by "Genesis" has enveloped the entire uptown area.
Just by sensing it remotely, you will have the fearful illusion that you are falling into the solar corona.
After walking half a circle around the entire upper city, he finally saw the old man who directed the royal musicians to strengthen the seal.
Modern Saint, Haydn.
"Is it Ye Qingxuan?"
From a distance, he saw the visitor, wiped his sweat, and waved to Ye Qingxuan: "Come here, there is nothing to avoid here."
When ordinary musicians are playing, due to the core music theory and secret methods, they often don't like others to watch. What's more, the saints who directly inherit the holy name are themselves the embodiment of music theory, and what they master is the essence of human music theory. No prying eyes allowed.
But now that he heard what Haydn said, Ye Qingxuan walked straight into the venue without any excuses.
He had already been in contact with Ye Qingxuan during the last Shadow of Avalon incident, and he also admired this young musician who was gifted with the leading role in the Forbidden Way.
I just didn't expect that when we met again, this young man whom he hailed as the giant of the Forbidden School thirty years later had already become a master, and was made an archbishop by the Holy City. His status was equal to his own, and he was even ordered to reorganize a religion. Inquisition, fighting against demons and natural disasters.
Just a few months.
Beyond everyone’s imagination…
"Master Haydn."
Ye Qingxuan nodded and did not bow to him. Due to his status, he could not bow to Haydn.
Haydn smiled and just praised: "You did a great job last night. The first battle of the Inquisition's comeback has already made a name for itself."
"Not even close."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "The death of one or two descendants will not hurt Leviathan at all."
Haydn didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand and pointed at the huge barrier beside him - "Genesis".
"Are you here to see this?"
"Exactly."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, "To what extent has Shangcheng District deteriorated now?"
Haydn shook his head, "See for yourself."
He waved.
The ancient scrolls suspended in the sky slowly closed, and the disguise of Genesis was put away, revealing the true appearance of the forbidden land.
The first thing I saw was the black mist, like the ashes of burned out flames, flying in the upper city, covering everything. Everything became blurry and difficult to see clearly.
But outside the upper city area, Ye Qingxuan could see the whole picture clearly.
The streets are still deserted, but many buildings have collapsed.
Vessels like vines grow in it, spreading from the deepest palace to the surroundings, even taking root in the rocks, pulsing slowly.
Amid the pulsation of the blood, a dark red light rose, thousands of strands of light curled up in the sky, extending beyond Avalon and submerging into the endless white mist.
They are one.
The mist and sea are monsters. The earth and rocks of Avalon have been alienated and turned into its flesh and body, and the wisps of pulsating blood-colored rainbow light are its red veins...
The entire uptown area has turned into a living creature.
"Leviathan, right inside."
Haydn whispered: "It has broken through the second seal and is resurrecting—rock and steel have been corroded by its breath and begun to activate."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked: "Is there no way to destroy it?"
"Destruction isn't what I'm good at."
Haydn shook his head, "Genesis can only create a false world that contains it, and forcibly create a fault in the etheric world. I can turn it into an extremely harsh environment. In fact, I have already done so - you should be able to I feel the interference of nature. The cup of hope is here with me. All the air inside has been replaced with poison. The temperature alternates between morning and dusk every day, with a temperature difference of thousands of degrees... and various other harsh conditions. I have It has become a hell inside. But the activity of the body of the natural disaster is so terrible that it has even evolved resistance to my settings. And the only ones that can cause damage to it are the Sword in the Stone and the Fallen Iron, which have been lost in it... "
Ye Qingxuan nodded.
After all, Genesis is not a movement that brings destruction.
What Saint Haydn is good at is the construction of ultra-wide music theory. His original intention is to develop and adjust the "black area" in the dark world, rather than to destroy it.
"It would be nice if it was Wagner or Tchaikovsky here."
Haydn couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity..."
Unfortunately, neither of these two could come to Angelo.
What Saint Wagner inherited was the chapter of the "Valkyrie" known as the "incarnation of war". It possesses the "divine nature" that is superior to all beasts in the summoning school. It is just one person who serves the mythical Valkyrie Legion. It can be worth hundreds of armies.
But dozens of days ago, he had already gone to the Dark World to assist the Blue King in his "border patrol" to deter other natural disasters and protect the borders of the human world.
Among the saints, Tchaikovsky's specialization is the same as that of Haydn. He is also a forbidden school of "super-wide-area interference", but unlike Haydn, what he is good at is "destruction" which is completely opposite to "creation".
Let’s not forget the hidden symphony movement “Pathétique” and so on.
Once the "Grand Overture of 1812", which is just an overture, is played, it will create a vacuum hell with a radius of thousands of miles. In that violent nature interference, no object can survive.
However, the previous generation of Tchaikovsky is already dead...
There are no descendants or students, and no suitable person can inherit his mantle. The new generation of "Tchaikovsky" has not been selected at all.
Otherwise, the Caucasus area that he should be guarding would not be defeated by the Eagle Wing Mother's attacks...
The situation is really terrible.
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his forehead, "How long do we have?"
Haydn smiled, full of helplessness and self-deprecation.
"Who knows?"