The deeper they went, the more mutated the world around them became, and the fewer people they could see.
Gone was the prosperous community or the bustling market; around them, everything was plated with a layer of peculiar color. In this corner, it was full of blood; in that corner, it looked very old and shabby. There were even people dancing and singing in some corners, and some heavy drinkers were yelling and shouting in an eccentric pub.
No matter where they went, it all looked amazingly magnificent.
A musician could create both a legend and a miracle.
There were too many marks about "history" and "legend" left in this place. Since the rule of the Physical World had been broken and gone out of control, the scenes of the past showed up again.
These scenes showed automatically without a musician's command.
The whole city had become an enormous maze. Take one more step, and you might walk into a totally different world.
Many illusions appeared in front of Ye Qingxuan and Nora.
Accompanied by sad singing, countless phantasms of friars who were holding the holy emblem in their hands walked out from the void. They solemnly walked into the graveyard while supporting an iron coffin.
This incident happened almost six years ago when Schumann, a holy believer, was buried.
The next minute, numerous dancers in masks and colorful clothes appeared in the street. They were yelling and shouting with excitement. Among them, there were strong and tall men, enchanting female dancers, and topless singers. They danced very enthusiastically and asked the pedestrians to join them in their parade.
This incident was actually the "Carnival Day," held in the Sacred City almost one hundred and ninety years ago.
The next minute, the whole world began to shake, and the shadow of the Dragon of Catastrophe covered the sky. At the same time, the Rain of Ruin poured down.
This Dragon of Catastrophe was actually the Red Dragon of Doomsday that had been sealed by the Pope of the third generation.
Seeing the illusion, Nora was very frightened. While he walked through the streets, his whole body shook. He was constantly attracted by the phantasms or the illusions around him, and he had to try very hard to suppress the urge to join them.
"Be careful! This is the sixth time!" Ye Qingxuan said loudly. "Focus on your job and lead the way! You know you will die if you join them. Well, if this is what you really want, I will give you a good string so you can hang yourself and join them."
Hearing this, Nora was stunned.
He held his holy emblem in his hand and calmed himself down. To avoid the illusions and phantasms, he led Ye Qingxuan on a more complex route.
While they walked, Nora could not help peeking at Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Are there stains on my back?"
"No! No!" Nora's shoulder trembled and he hurriedly stopped looking. Still, he could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked, "Sir, who on earth are you?"
For him, Ye Qingxuan was more of a "bad savior" than a "good savior."
No matter whether Ye Qingxuan was good or bad, he had saved Nora many times, and Nora was very curious about his true identity.
Ye Qingxuan coldly replied, "I am a musician."
"..."
Nora was speechless. No sh*t! I know you are a musician!
Nora could tell that Ye Qingxuan was not an ordinary musician, since an ordinary musician would already have been frightened to death by all these illusions and phantasms.
Because Ye Qingxuan had saved his life many times, Nora started to feel very safe when staying with Ye Qingxuan. Besides, his admiration towards Ye Qingxuan was getting stronger and stronger.
This guy looks so young, but he is so powerful. Maybe he was a master who has secluded himself from this world for almost a hundred years.
Nora forced out a smile and said, "You also arrived at the Sacred City just a few days ago?"
"What makes you think so?" Ye Qingxuan asked coldly. At the same time, he waved his hand, and suddenly more than ten burning crosses fell down to the dark alleys from the sky and burnt the devils into ashes.
Nora heard the screaming sound of those devils and was so frightened that his face turned pale. He jabbered, "I, I would think a powerful man like you would definitely become very famous in this city."
"You really think so?" Ye Qingxuan laughed and asked, "Tell me, are there any famous people in this city?"
Hearing this, Nora began to think very hard on this. Soon, he said, "A few days ago, the School of the Secret Keeper of the College of Rock and Iron published a 'silver name list.' Have you read it?"
"No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head. When the name list was published, he was still imprisoned and did not even have the opportunity to read a newspaper.
With the help of "beacon" and their information network, the School of the Secret Keeper would evaluate almost every living musician in the world and select the strongest and most promising musicians.
Normally, the name list had three papers, which were named "Black Gold,""Silver," and "White Iron" respectively. Throughout history, the names had never changed. On the name list of Black Gold were the names of the scepters of each country, the holy followers in the Sacred City, and the three kings on the top.
On the name list of Silver were the names of the Masters of each country and the musicians of the new generation who were going to become Masters in the near future. Unlike the name list of Black Gold, the name list of Silver changed constantly. Sometimes, it changed every few months; sometimes it changed every three days; and sometimes, it would even change three or four times in a single day. Every famous musician in this world had been listed on the name list of Silver.
As for the name list of White Iron, it was simply a name list of good musicians. Although it had more than one thousand pages, not every good musician's name had been listed on it. Most of the time, this name list was used as a reference to evaluate the achievement of teaching by each college and school. Since there were hundreds of thousands of good musicians' names on it, even a person with broad education and a retentive memory could not remember all of the names.
"It is such a pity that you have not read it yet. By the way, thanks to the chaotic situation in the Sacred City, many talented musicians have earned their reputation by keeping this city in order. Besides, the names of the strong musicians of the new generation have also been listed."
"For example, Mr. Rommel of Silence Governance, Mr. Alfonso, or the 'Eternal Nightmare' who was the third prince of the Kingdom of Asgard, the immortal Angelina, Kaspar Hauser, or the 'Fierce Humanoid Beast,' who was the strongest musician of scepter, Astrid, or the 'Fireman' of the Door of Ruin, and her cousin Samuel who died in the Auschwitz…"
"Finished?" Ye Qingxuan said.
Nora thought for a while and said, "Actually, there is one more guy who is called the 'Executioner.' His name was in fact listed on the name list of Silver. But since he was involved in the assassination of the Pope, so his name was wiped out."
"'Executioner'?" Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxuan had a strange feeling but he could not tell why.
"Yes, the 'Executioner in the Sacred City,' Ye Qingxuan," Nora replied.
Bang!
Suddenly, Nora heard a huge sound from behind his back. He turned around and saw Ye Qingxuan standing up from the ground. He was stunned and asked, "What happened, sir?"
"Nothing."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and brushed the dust off his clothes. "I was just amazed by what you said just now, and somehow lost my balance and fell onto the ground."
"I see." Nora nodded.
The Executioner in the Sacred City? Seriously? Am I so notorious that people in this city even call me an executioner?
"It is absolutely abhorrent!" Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes. Maybe I have become as notorious as a rat now.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan stopped walking.
"What happened? Sir?"
"Something is not right," Ye Qingxuan said and waved his hands. The moonlight perception threads appeared on the tips of his fingers and began to extend forward. At the same time, Ye Qingxuan's facial expression grew strange.
This had happened more than once during this journey. Seeing Ye Qingxuan's facial expression, Nora could not help asking, "Could it be another illusion this time?"
"No!" Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "This time, it is the Holy Temple Knight Group."
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The earth began to shake. The steel and iron inserted into wall had gotten twisted, and on the tip of the steel and iron, blood had dried.
Outside the door, devils were screaming.
"This is a trap! This is a trap!" The dying knight tightly pulled Vasco's collar and shouted, "Don't you understand? They lured us here so they could kill us all! Run! Run!"
He was almost begging, "You should leave now, otherwise…"
Bang!
Outside the church, there was something pounding at the iron door like crazy.
The sound of the collision of steel and iron was very piercing. The dust on the door fell into the pool of blood.
The torch of hydrargyrum on the shoulder pauldron of the knight's armor was shining in a cold light, lighting up the dried corpses that had been nailed to the wall. Every ounce of liquid in the priests had dried up, and their bodies had been torn. They trembled from time to time with the knocking on the wall.
On the platform, the officiant's head had been penetrated by a long rusty spear. It was looking at the Knights of the Holy Temple and smiling at them.
Half an hour earlier, the Sacred City had turned chaotic.
The whole city had not changed into the wartime state, even the defensive line of Armageddon had not been set up.
As soon as the sound of Hyakume began to echo in the air, the two groups of knights who were camping inside the Sacred City were attacked. After they made their way out, they received the SOS from their temporary headquarters.
However, when they arrived at the temporary headquarters, they were shocked by the scene.
Nobody was in the temporary headquarters, and the roof and walls were covered with dried corpses.
This was a trap!
Now the knights of holy temple had been trapped in this church.
The stimulant had lost its effect, and the dying knight, half of whose body had been cut through, finally lowered his head and stopped breathing.
Vasco reached out his hand and helped him close his eyes.
"May your soul rest peace in heaven and never feel lonely." Vasco sighed.
The deeper they went, the more mutated the world around them became, and the fewer people they could see.
Gone was the prosperous community or the bustling market; around them, everything was plated with a layer of peculiar color. In this corner, it was full of blood; in that corner, it looked very old and shabby. There were even people dancing and singing in some corners, and some heavy drinkers were yelling and shouting in an eccentric pub.
No matter where they went, it all looked amazingly magnificent.
A musician could create both a legend and a miracle.
There were too many marks about "history" and "legend" left in this place. Since the rule of the Physical World had been broken and gone out of control, the scenes of the past showed up again.
These scenes showed automatically without a musician's command.
The whole city had become an enormous maze. Take one more step, and you might walk into a totally different world.
Many illusions appeared in front of Ye Qingxuan and Nora.
Accompanied by sad singing, countless phantasms of friars who were holding the holy emblem in their hands walked out from the void. They solemnly walked into the graveyard while supporting an iron coffin.
This incident happened almost six years ago when Schumann, a holy believer, was buried.
The next minute, numerous dancers in masks and colorful clothes appeared in the street. They were yelling and shouting with excitement. Among them, there were strong and tall men, enchanting female dancers, and topless singers. They danced very enthusiastically and asked the pedestrians to join them in their parade.
This incident was actually the "Carnival Day," held in the Sacred City almost one hundred and ninety years ago.
The next minute, the whole world began to shake, and the shadow of the Dragon of Catastrophe covered the sky. At the same time, the Rain of Ruin poured down.
This Dragon of Catastrophe was actually the Red Dragon of Doomsday that had been sealed by the Pope of the third generation.
Seeing the illusion, Nora was very frightened. While he walked through the streets, his whole body shook. He was constantly attracted by the phantasms or the illusions around him, and he had to try very hard to suppress the urge to join them.
"Be careful! This is the sixth time!" Ye Qingxuan said loudly. "Focus on your job and lead the way! You know you will die if you join them. Well, if this is what you really want, I will give you a good string so you can hang yourself and join them."
Hearing this, Nora was stunned.
He held his holy emblem in his hand and calmed himself down. To avoid the illusions and phantasms, he led Ye Qingxuan on a more complex route.
While they walked, Nora could not help peeking at Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Are there stains on my back?"
"No! No!" Nora's shoulder trembled and he hurriedly stopped looking. Still, he could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked, "Sir, who on earth are you?"
For him, Ye Qingxuan was more of a "bad savior" than a "good savior."
No matter whether Ye Qingxuan was good or bad, he had saved Nora many times, and Nora was very curious about his true identity.
Ye Qingxuan coldly replied, "I am a musician."
"..."
Nora was speechless. No sh*t! I know you are a musician!
Nora could tell that Ye Qingxuan was not an ordinary musician, since an ordinary musician would already have been frightened to death by all these illusions and phantasms.
Because Ye Qingxuan had saved his life many times, Nora started to feel very safe when staying with Ye Qingxuan. Besides, his admiration towards Ye Qingxuan was getting stronger and stronger.
This guy looks so young, but he is so powerful. Maybe he was a master who has secluded himself from this world for almost a hundred years.
Nora forced out a smile and said, "You also arrived at the Sacred City just a few days ago?"
"What makes you think so?" Ye Qingxuan asked coldly. At the same time, he waved his hand, and suddenly more than ten burning crosses fell down to the dark alleys from the sky and burnt the devils into ashes.
Nora heard the screaming sound of those devils and was so frightened that his face turned pale. He jabbered, "I, I would think a powerful man like you would definitely become very famous in this city."
"You really think so?" Ye Qingxuan laughed and asked, "Tell me, are there any famous people in this city?"
Hearing this, Nora began to think very hard on this. Soon, he said, "A few days ago, the School of the Secret Keeper of the College of Rock and Iron published a 'silver name list.' Have you read it?"
"No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head. When the name list was published, he was still imprisoned and did not even have the opportunity to read a newspaper.
With the help of "beacon" and their information network, the School of the Secret Keeper would evaluate almost every living musician in the world and select the strongest and most promising musicians.
Normally, the name list had three papers, which were named "Black Gold,""Silver," and "White Iron" respectively. Throughout history, the names had never changed. On the name list of Black Gold were the names of the scepters of each country, the holy followers in the Sacred City, and the three kings on the top.
On the name list of Silver were the names of the Masters of each country and the musicians of the new generation who were going to become Masters in the near future. Unlike the name list of Black Gold, the name list of Silver changed constantly. Sometimes, it changed every few months; sometimes it changed every three days; and sometimes, it would even change three or four times in a single day. Every famous musician in this world had been listed on the name list of Silver.
As for the name list of White Iron, it was simply a name list of good musicians. Although it had more than one thousand pages, not every good musician's name had been listed on it. Most of the time, this name list was used as a reference to evaluate the achievement of teaching by each college and school. Since there were hundreds of thousands of good musicians' names on it, even a person with broad education and a retentive memory could not remember all of the names.
"It is such a pity that you have not read it yet. By the way, thanks to the chaotic situation in the Sacred City, many talented musicians have earned their reputation by keeping this city in order. Besides, the names of the strong musicians of the new generation have also been listed."
"For example, Mr. Rommel of Silence Governance, Mr. Alfonso, or the 'Eternal Nightmare' who was the third prince of the Kingdom of Asgard, the immortal Angelina, Kaspar Hauser, or the 'Fierce Humanoid Beast,' who was the strongest musician of scepter, Astrid, or the 'Fireman' of the Door of Ruin, and her cousin Samuel who died in the Auschwitz…"
"Finished?" Ye Qingxuan said.
Nora thought for a while and said, "Actually, there is one more guy who is called the 'Executioner.' His name was in fact listed on the name list of Silver. But since he was involved in the assassination of the Pope, so his name was wiped out."
"'Executioner'?" Upon hearing this, Ye Qingxuan had a strange feeling but he could not tell why.
"Yes, the 'Executioner in the Sacred City,' Ye Qingxuan," Nora replied.
Bang!
Suddenly, Nora heard a huge sound from behind his back. He turned around and saw Ye Qingxuan standing up from the ground. He was stunned and asked, "What happened, sir?"
"Nothing."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and brushed the dust off his clothes. "I was just amazed by what you said just now, and somehow lost my balance and fell onto the ground."
"I see." Nora nodded.
The Executioner in the Sacred City? Seriously? Am I so notorious that people in this city even call me an executioner?
"It is absolutely abhorrent!" Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes. Maybe I have become as notorious as a rat now.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan stopped walking.
"What happened? Sir?"
"Something is not right," Ye Qingxuan said and waved his hands. The moonlight perception threads appeared on the tips of his fingers and began to extend forward. At the same time, Ye Qingxuan's facial expression grew strange.
This had happened more than once during this journey. Seeing Ye Qingxuan's facial expression, Nora could not help asking, "Could it be another illusion this time?"
"No!" Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "This time, it is the Holy Temple Knight Group."
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The earth began to shake. The steel and iron inserted into wall had gotten twisted, and on the tip of the steel and iron, blood had dried.
Outside the door, devils were screaming.
"This is a trap! This is a trap!" The dying knight tightly pulled Vasco's collar and shouted, "Don't you understand? They lured us here so they could kill us all! Run! Run!"
He was almost begging, "You should leave now, otherwise…"
Bang!
Outside the church, there was something pounding at the iron door like crazy.
The sound of the collision of steel and iron was very piercing. The dust on the door fell into the pool of blood.
The torch of hydrargyrum on the shoulder pauldron of the knight's armor was shining in a cold light, lighting up the dried corpses that had been nailed to the wall. Every ounce of liquid in the priests had dried up, and their bodies had been torn. They trembled from time to time with the knocking on the wall.
On the platform, the officiant's head had been penetrated by a long rusty spear. It was looking at the Knights of the Holy Temple and smiling at them.
Half an hour earlier, the Sacred City had turned chaotic.
The whole city had not changed into the wartime state, even the defensive line of Armageddon had not been set up.
As soon as the sound of Hyakume began to echo in the air, the two groups of knights who were camping inside the Sacred City were attacked. After they made their way out, they received the SOS from their temporary headquarters.
However, when they arrived at the temporary headquarters, they were shocked by the scene.
Nobody was in the temporary headquarters, and the roof and walls were covered with dried corpses.
This was a trap!
Now the knights of holy temple had been trapped in this church.
The stimulant had lost its effect, and the dying knight, half of whose body had been cut through, finally lowered his head and stopped breathing.
Vasco reached out his hand and helped him close his eyes.
"May your soul rest peace in heaven and never feel lonely." Vasco sighed.
