Bump!
Nora was shocked, so he plopped down on the ground, looking back with glassy eyes. "Ye, Ye, Ye... Ye Qingxuan?!"
Now no one cared about Nora's life as a guarantee, and all the Knights Templar drew their swords against Ye Qingxuan.
The surviving Templars were taking a battle stance again.
"Calm down."
Ye Qingxuan raised Nora back to his feet and moved him aside. "I know my identity sucks, and I understand how you are feeling now. But I think that what I did just now has already proved my good intentions. If you do not have any other tasks, I hope you can go with me to rescue the Central Temple. Perhaps it's not too late. "
"..."
In the silence, Quentin was about to talk, but Vasco stopped him.
The knight in the gospel armor took off his helmet and revealed a burned face. He bent down and stared at Ye Qingxuan.
"I know you," he said. "Two months ago, I served under the command of the army chief, Bann. I met you in Auschwitz. You haven't changed much since then."
"I may have changed much, but you can't see it." Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly. "I know that a suspect's request is somewhat excessive for you, but I hope you can make the decision quickly. After all, I'm in a hurry."
"To be honest, I don't believe that you are the so-called Executioner." Vasco shook his head slightly. "Mr. Bann once assured us of your character. I believe in his vision. He is a pure priest, a servant of God, a devoted keeper of regulations and laws. I believe that his foster son would not be scum. However, I still want to ask you a question. The answer determines whether we will help you next, or... draw our swords against you."
He reached and pulled out a sword for close combat from his armor, holding it in his hand reversely, but his eyes stared into those of the youth in front of him.
With chill.
He said, "Ye Qingxuan, I ask you: were you really involved in the assassination of the Pope?"
"No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head.
Vasco stared at his pupils, as if to discern anything that looked like a lie. After a long time, he slowly bowed. "Very well."
With the sword darting into the sheath again, he turned and waved. "Escort Mr. Ye to the Central Temple. Anyway, we can perform the duty of Knights Templar there."
The squad began to march again, but this time, Ye Qingxuan was surrounded as the core. Behind him, Nora followed like a sleepwalker.
Ye Qingxuan asked Vasco, "Do you trust me? After all, words are no guarantee."
"Mr. Bann saved me on the battlefield, twice." Vasco looked forward and said indifferently, "You also saved us, didn't you?"
"Maybe I have ulterior motives."
"I will keep an eye on you." Vasco took a look at him. "Very closely."
"Sorry to trouble you." Ye Qingxuan smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.
Very soon, they arrived at the periphery of the Central Temple.
It had been thoroughly assimilated into an abyssal land, where chaotic roars rang and innumerable shadows appeared from walls and in empty underground streets as if waiting for them to step into the traps.
"Iron wall formation!" Vasco took his sword and commanded, "Blade dancers go to the front! Longbowmen prepare! Everyone check your holy water, and watch out for the black musicians hidden among the demons!"
Ye Qingxuan could not help but say, "Actually, I wanted to ask from the start: where are your army musicians?"
Hearing his words, Vasco's face clouded, then he clenched his sword hilt. "Before we were attacked, all the musicians were called away."
"Called away?" Quentin sneered, "Hey, 'secret security'! Pooh! Those idiots sitting in the office didn't know what they had done at all..."
"Forget about it."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, and threw the almost scared-to-death Nora to Vasco. "I'll be your only musician, but you have to protect this coward."
The only musician?
Bitterness appeared on Vasco's face. Thousands of demons are here.
It must have taken a lot of time for dozens of black musicians.
Moreover, the other party may have secret weapons.
Even one or two big demons.
Although Ye Qingxuan is powerful, he can't fight against them alone.
He opened his mouth, but he saw Ye Qingxuan had closed his eyes.
Then...
The dreamland!
Everyone watched a full moon slowly rise from the top of Ye Qingxuan's head.
Suddenly, all the detectors on the Templars' shoulders warned with sharp sirens. Vasco was stunned after seeing that the terrible degree that had originally exceeded the measurement range was rapidly dropping.
One million, nine hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand...
It was as fast as jumping off a building.
Some fragile alchemical equipment on the Templars even exploded.
The invisible waves spread from Ye Qingxuan's feet and set off billows, sweeping over the surrounding areas. Wherever they went, the countless demons stiffened and snarled crazily.
In some places, the hidden ones were forced out of the shadows. Under such a terrible falling gap, the music theory in their bodies was getting turbulent and uncontrollable, and their blood spitted out.
What was worse, the Aether Furnace implanted in their bodies suddenly exploded. They were turned into masses of rotten meat by the horrible power which was swallowed up by invisible monsters just after gushing out.
In a flash, the aether reading dropped to the minimum - 0!
The Wyrmrest Enchantment!
Although the moonlight was so illusory and fragile, there were innumerable afterimpacts and collisions between the abyss and the Sacred City.
At this moment, within the few kilometers covered by the moonlight, all the musicians had lost their power. Even the master musicians could only protect themselves and couldn't care for the others.
"What… is this?" Vasco gasped. Soon, he looked up and stared at the chaotic demons ahead, showing a grim smile.
After losing the support of the abyssal music theory and the black musicians, the demons were just bigger beasts.
Such a golden opportunity!
"Forward!"
He lifted the Thermal Epee and shouted to everyone, "Follow me! Go to the Central Temple! Tell those bastards who is here and who is their enemy!"
Then the earth boomed.
When the Knights Templar were galloping, the ground quaked and the sound of steel reverberated through the entire battlefield.
The bloody Eagle Flag rose again.
At this moment, the Iron Eagle was flying above the battlefield proudly!
In the Central Temple, the alarm of the last closed enchantment rang harshly.
A loud noise came.
When all the priests looked at the dim nebula overhead, their faces turned pale.
The observation system in the enchantment of the Sacred City had completely failed, diffusing red lights everywhere, which symbolized collapsing. The overused enchantment had now reached the brink of collapse.
Under the pressure from the abyss, everyone were stuck here.
There was no outside aid, no orders. Even over two-thirds of the backbone musicians were not on duty.
The rest tried to maintain the enchantment again and again, and then waited for the alarm sound of failure again and again. In the end, all of them gave up hopelessly.
"Crap! All of you are crap! You can't even repair an enchantment center! There are so many coordinating instruments in the Sacred City. Can't they share some pressure? With so many budgets invested each year, how could you become crap when we need you?"
Rembrandt looked at their wilting faces and said fiercely, "What did you guys do! All of you are called the elites! And that bastard, Albert, how much money did he put in his own pocket? You are crap! You are guilty of misconduct! All of you! If I didn't command, it would all be finished by now! Do you understand?"
The priests were standing by silently with gloomy faces while he yelled.
After the Archbishop,Albert,was dismissed, Rembrandt acted on the very first day of his tenure. He withdrew the buffer equipment on the excuse of the budget, leaving the enchantment with no flexibility. In addition, all the backbone musicians before were also removed and replaced with his own confidants.
When the war started, half of his powerful backbone musicians didn't even show up. They were hiding somewhere. With no power or order, the musicians present couldn't even manage to issue an early warning of changes.
It was half an hour before Rembrandt showed up, reeking of booze. He commanded them to launch the discharging module without even having a look at the pre-reading star atlas, resulting in the damage of more than sixteen key locations.
Before that, those who remonstrated bluntly and attempted to stop him were made the scapegoats and dismissed. If they survived, they would be exiled to the edge of the dark world.
In the end, no one dared to speak.
The rest of them just watched as he commanded they give up the outer layer and the middle layer, even the inner layer.
The enchantment matrix had been distorted into a mess under the pressure of the abyss.
The outflowing layer on the surface was completely destroyed.
The transforming layer of the forming layer was scrapped.
The creating layer that allocated music theory resources had lost control.
Now only the Action Land in the center remained intact, standing there all alone and glowing with a red of warning over and over again.
Under the red light, the once dazzling nebula had turned dark.
The outermost layer was thoroughly assimilated.
In other words, the defense of the outermost layer in the Sacred City had already fallen into the enemy's hands.
"F**k..."
The chief engineer sat in a corner and stared coldly at Rembrandt with eyes flashing resentment. His secretary pulled him down and babbled at him, "Calm down! It's useless. He is still the archbishop of the Central Temple. Do you want to be a renegade? "
Rembrandt sensed their resentment, sneered inside, and just got over it.
Those craps even wanted to abandon the Central Temple and shift the focus to support the inner enchantment. If I didn't stop them, all the people here would have already died.
Now all the forces that remain in the enchantment have been gathered up, and the six sub-centers on the outskirt have been abandoned to safeguard the Central Temple with every effort. A starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even though dozens of big demons siege together, it can be impregnable here.
My own security has been guaranteed.
Then, the next step is how to smooth the aftermath over.
His thoughts were shifting rapidly from the losses of the Sacred City to how to get rid of his faults.
It was my brilliant leadership that saved the Central Temple, a very important institution, from falling into the hands of the demons on just the second day after I took office. Although I am responsible for the result, no one can blame on me. A horizontal transfer to other places would be the worst punishment...
However, the fault of abandoning the residents of the outer area is a bit serious.
I must find a suitable person to take the responsibility.
Thinking of that, he looked at the chief engineer and his assistant, who were not far away, with coldness in his eyes. Such a good opportunity for me to get rid of the annoying confidants of Albert who take the positions but won't go.
It was heard that this bastard tried in secret to stir up other people's dissatisfaction with me and then impeach me with the cardinal bishop. If I didn't see through that with my quick mind, I am afraid that I would have been framed by now.
If that's the case, there is no other way.
He sighed softly, but didn't feel that depressed. He stopped looking at the engineers and closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but think:
When this is over, there will be a huge gap at the top of the Sacred City.
With Mr. Ludovic's promise, do I still have a chance to go further?
The shrill alarm drew him back from his contemplation.
He looked up confused.
"What happened again?" He glared at the musicians who were operating the enchantment. "I've already said it a million times! Don't mess with it! Are you guys trifling with the lives of the people here?"
"No, not me!"
The musician who stood in front of a pipe organ raised his hands and shook his head innocently. "It was outside… outside the Central Temple. Someone connected the line and asked us to open the door to let them in."
"Now?"
Rembrandt was shocked and frowned. "Who is this? Can you figure it out?"
Soon, the operational musician received an answering message and shouted with excitement, "It is the sign of the Knights Templar! The Knights Templar is coming to help us out!"
"That's impossible!"
Rembrandt screamed subconsciously. But when everyone looked at him, he suddenly paused and said, "Who knows if they are really Knights Templar? Demons are everywhere outside, and there are only two squads of the Knights Templar stationed in the Sacred City. How could they come in! They… are liars!"
When he said that, his eyes widened and suddenly became more certain. "Yes! They must be! Our task is to defend here! Never let anyone suspicious in!"
"But..." The operating musician was stunned. "It's really..."
"Really?" Rembrandt sneered. "Can you be sure about that? Can you make the decision to let them in? Can you take the responsibility?"
Bump!
Nora was shocked, so he plopped down on the ground, looking back with glassy eyes. "Ye, Ye, Ye... Ye Qingxuan?!"
Now no one cared about Nora's life as a guarantee, and all the Knights Templar drew their swords against Ye Qingxuan.
The surviving Templars were taking a battle stance again.
"Calm down."
Ye Qingxuan raised Nora back to his feet and moved him aside. "I know my identity sucks, and I understand how you are feeling now. But I think that what I did just now has already proved my good intentions. If you do not have any other tasks, I hope you can go with me to rescue the Central Temple. Perhaps it's not too late. "
"..."
In the silence, Quentin was about to talk, but Vasco stopped him.
The knight in the gospel armor took off his helmet and revealed a burned face. He bent down and stared at Ye Qingxuan.
"I know you," he said. "Two months ago, I served under the command of the army chief, Bann. I met you in Auschwitz. You haven't changed much since then."
"I may have changed much, but you can't see it." Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly. "I know that a suspect's request is somewhat excessive for you, but I hope you can make the decision quickly. After all, I'm in a hurry."
"To be honest, I don't believe that you are the so-called Executioner." Vasco shook his head slightly. "Mr. Bann once assured us of your character. I believe in his vision. He is a pure priest, a servant of God, a devoted keeper of regulations and laws. I believe that his foster son would not be scum. However, I still want to ask you a question. The answer determines whether we will help you next, or... draw our swords against you."
He reached and pulled out a sword for close combat from his armor, holding it in his hand reversely, but his eyes stared into those of the youth in front of him.
With chill.
He said, "Ye Qingxuan, I ask you: were you really involved in the assassination of the Pope?"
"No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head.
Vasco stared at his pupils, as if to discern anything that looked like a lie. After a long time, he slowly bowed. "Very well."
With the sword darting into the sheath again, he turned and waved. "Escort Mr. Ye to the Central Temple. Anyway, we can perform the duty of Knights Templar there."
The squad began to march again, but this time, Ye Qingxuan was surrounded as the core. Behind him, Nora followed like a sleepwalker.
Ye Qingxuan asked Vasco, "Do you trust me? After all, words are no guarantee."
"Mr. Bann saved me on the battlefield, twice." Vasco looked forward and said indifferently, "You also saved us, didn't you?"
"Maybe I have ulterior motives."
"I will keep an eye on you." Vasco took a look at him. "Very closely."
"Sorry to trouble you." Ye Qingxuan smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.
Very soon, they arrived at the periphery of the Central Temple.
It had been thoroughly assimilated into an abyssal land, where chaotic roars rang and innumerable shadows appeared from walls and in empty underground streets as if waiting for them to step into the traps.
"Iron wall formation!" Vasco took his sword and commanded, "Blade dancers go to the front! Longbowmen prepare! Everyone check your holy water, and watch out for the black musicians hidden among the demons!"
Ye Qingxuan could not help but say, "Actually, I wanted to ask from the start: where are your army musicians?"
Hearing his words, Vasco's face clouded, then he clenched his sword hilt. "Before we were attacked, all the musicians were called away."
"Called away?" Quentin sneered, "Hey, 'secret security'! Pooh! Those idiots sitting in the office didn't know what they had done at all..."
"Forget about it."
Ye Qingxuan sighed, and threw the almost scared-to-death Nora to Vasco. "I'll be your only musician, but you have to protect this coward."
The only musician?
Bitterness appeared on Vasco's face. Thousands of demons are here.
It must have taken a lot of time for dozens of black musicians.
Moreover, the other party may have secret weapons.
Even one or two big demons.
Although Ye Qingxuan is powerful, he can't fight against them alone.
He opened his mouth, but he saw Ye Qingxuan had closed his eyes.
Then...
The dreamland!
Everyone watched a full moon slowly rise from the top of Ye Qingxuan's head.
Suddenly, all the detectors on the Templars' shoulders warned with sharp sirens. Vasco was stunned after seeing that the terrible degree that had originally exceeded the measurement range was rapidly dropping.
One million, nine hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand...
It was as fast as jumping off a building.
Some fragile alchemical equipment on the Templars even exploded.
The invisible waves spread from Ye Qingxuan's feet and set off billows, sweeping over the surrounding areas. Wherever they went, the countless demons stiffened and snarled crazily.
In some places, the hidden ones were forced out of the shadows. Under such a terrible falling gap, the music theory in their bodies was getting turbulent and uncontrollable, and their blood spitted out.
What was worse, the Aether Furnace implanted in their bodies suddenly exploded. They were turned into masses of rotten meat by the horrible power which was swallowed up by invisible monsters just after gushing out.
In a flash, the aether reading dropped to the minimum - 0!
The Wyrmrest Enchantment!
Although the moonlight was so illusory and fragile, there were innumerable afterimpacts and collisions between the abyss and the Sacred City.
At this moment, within the few kilometers covered by the moonlight, all the musicians had lost their power. Even the master musicians could only protect themselves and couldn't care for the others.
"What… is this?" Vasco gasped. Soon, he looked up and stared at the chaotic demons ahead, showing a grim smile.
After losing the support of the abyssal music theory and the black musicians, the demons were just bigger beasts.
Such a golden opportunity!
"Forward!"
He lifted the Thermal Epee and shouted to everyone, "Follow me! Go to the Central Temple! Tell those bastards who is here and who is their enemy!"
Then the earth boomed.
When the Knights Templar were galloping, the ground quaked and the sound of steel reverberated through the entire battlefield.
The bloody Eagle Flag rose again.
At this moment, the Iron Eagle was flying above the battlefield proudly!
In the Central Temple, the alarm of the last closed enchantment rang harshly.
A loud noise came.
When all the priests looked at the dim nebula overhead, their faces turned pale.
The observation system in the enchantment of the Sacred City had completely failed, diffusing red lights everywhere, which symbolized collapsing. The overused enchantment had now reached the brink of collapse.
Under the pressure from the abyss, everyone were stuck here.
There was no outside aid, no orders. Even over two-thirds of the backbone musicians were not on duty.
The rest tried to maintain the enchantment again and again, and then waited for the alarm sound of failure again and again. In the end, all of them gave up hopelessly.
"Crap! All of you are crap! You can't even repair an enchantment center! There are so many coordinating instruments in the Sacred City. Can't they share some pressure? With so many budgets invested each year, how could you become crap when we need you?"
Rembrandt looked at their wilting faces and said fiercely, "What did you guys do! All of you are called the elites! And that bastard, Albert, how much money did he put in his own pocket? You are crap! You are guilty of misconduct! All of you! If I didn't command, it would all be finished by now! Do you understand?"
The priests were standing by silently with gloomy faces while he yelled.
After the Archbishop,Albert,was dismissed, Rembrandt acted on the very first day of his tenure. He withdrew the buffer equipment on the excuse of the budget, leaving the enchantment with no flexibility. In addition, all the backbone musicians before were also removed and replaced with his own confidants.
When the war started, half of his powerful backbone musicians didn't even show up. They were hiding somewhere. With no power or order, the musicians present couldn't even manage to issue an early warning of changes.
It was half an hour before Rembrandt showed up, reeking of booze. He commanded them to launch the discharging module without even having a look at the pre-reading star atlas, resulting in the damage of more than sixteen key locations.
Before that, those who remonstrated bluntly and attempted to stop him were made the scapegoats and dismissed. If they survived, they would be exiled to the edge of the dark world.
In the end, no one dared to speak.
The rest of them just watched as he commanded they give up the outer layer and the middle layer, even the inner layer.
The enchantment matrix had been distorted into a mess under the pressure of the abyss.
The outflowing layer on the surface was completely destroyed.
The transforming layer of the forming layer was scrapped.
The creating layer that allocated music theory resources had lost control.
Now only the Action Land in the center remained intact, standing there all alone and glowing with a red of warning over and over again.
Under the red light, the once dazzling nebula had turned dark.
The outermost layer was thoroughly assimilated.
In other words, the defense of the outermost layer in the Sacred City had already fallen into the enemy's hands.
"F**k..."
The chief engineer sat in a corner and stared coldly at Rembrandt with eyes flashing resentment. His secretary pulled him down and babbled at him, "Calm down! It's useless. He is still the archbishop of the Central Temple. Do you want to be a renegade? "
Rembrandt sensed their resentment, sneered inside, and just got over it.
Those craps even wanted to abandon the Central Temple and shift the focus to support the inner enchantment. If I didn't stop them, all the people here would have already died.
Now all the forces that remain in the enchantment have been gathered up, and the six sub-centers on the outskirt have been abandoned to safeguard the Central Temple with every effort. A starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even though dozens of big demons siege together, it can be impregnable here.
My own security has been guaranteed.
Then, the next step is how to smooth the aftermath over.
His thoughts were shifting rapidly from the losses of the Sacred City to how to get rid of his faults.
It was my brilliant leadership that saved the Central Temple, a very important institution, from falling into the hands of the demons on just the second day after I took office. Although I am responsible for the result, no one can blame on me. A horizontal transfer to other places would be the worst punishment...
However, the fault of abandoning the residents of the outer area is a bit serious.
I must find a suitable person to take the responsibility.
Thinking of that, he looked at the chief engineer and his assistant, who were not far away, with coldness in his eyes. Such a good opportunity for me to get rid of the annoying confidants of Albert who take the positions but won't go.
It was heard that this bastard tried in secret to stir up other people's dissatisfaction with me and then impeach me with the cardinal bishop. If I didn't see through that with my quick mind, I am afraid that I would have been framed by now.
If that's the case, there is no other way.
He sighed softly, but didn't feel that depressed. He stopped looking at the engineers and closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but think:
When this is over, there will be a huge gap at the top of the Sacred City.
With Mr. Ludovic's promise, do I still have a chance to go further?
The shrill alarm drew him back from his contemplation.
He looked up confused.
"What happened again?" He glared at the musicians who were operating the enchantment. "I've already said it a million times! Don't mess with it! Are you guys trifling with the lives of the people here?"
"No, not me!"
The musician who stood in front of a pipe organ raised his hands and shook his head innocently. "It was outside… outside the Central Temple. Someone connected the line and asked us to open the door to let them in."
"Now?"
Rembrandt was shocked and frowned. "Who is this? Can you figure it out?"
Soon, the operational musician received an answering message and shouted with excitement, "It is the sign of the Knights Templar! The Knights Templar is coming to help us out!"
"That's impossible!"
Rembrandt screamed subconsciously. But when everyone looked at him, he suddenly paused and said, "Who knows if they are really Knights Templar? Demons are everywhere outside, and there are only two squads of the Knights Templar stationed in the Sacred City. How could they come in! They… are liars!"
When he said that, his eyes widened and suddenly became more certain. "Yes! They must be! Our task is to defend here! Never let anyone suspicious in!"
"But..." The operating musician was stunned. "It's really..."
"Really?" Rembrandt sneered. "Can you be sure about that? Can you make the decision to let them in? Can you take the responsibility?"
