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In a remote residential area, a newly built building, the appearance of the building is very simple and low-key, and there is a less conspicuous door number standing in front of its door, but it is strange that this door number has no name and address, it is empty.

The building is absolutely enclosed by solid and hard fair-faced concrete, and a separate wall divides the space into a chapel and an entrance, which follows the wall and seems to enter a dark space, where people can only see the sky, sunlight and faint green trees from above.

Following the flow of flow from a separate wall, the building is a rectangular room with no superfluous ornaments and is extremely dim.

Its ground descends in a staircase as it progresses, and if one enters, one steps down the dimly lit space, listening to the crunch of their feet on the planks.

I was apprehensive in my heart, and suddenly a dazzling sunlight penetrated the big cross in the wall, which was a terrifying cross of light!

Followed by streaks of light, stretching along the gap between the floor and the wall.

In the darkness, the light comes!

At this moment, anyone will have a numb scalp, and they just feel like their hearts are going to explode!

Believers in God will kneel and pray as if they had seen the brightness of the Lord.

At this moment, in this room, in front of the cross of light, on the altar, there is a middle-aged man who looks like a priest kneeling, his eyes slightly closed, and his expression solemn and sacred.

After the morning lesson, the priest stood up, took an old radio from the box, and sat back in his seat without saying a word.

"Good morning listeners, I'm in front of the N.S.W Art Gallery in Sydney, and in about five minutes, the final PK of the Sydney Opera House Design Competition will be taking place in this art gallery behind me!"

"According to the latest news I have received, one of the participating designers, Mr. Bai Tingtong from China, has not yet been present, and it seems that he will announce his withdrawal from the competition."

"Let me now introduce you to the four main contenders of the design competition at the moment..."

Suddenly, a fast-paced announcement rang out in the silent church, the voice of a reporter on a tape recorder.

Listening to the news broadcast, the priest's calm and indifferent expression disappeared a little, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his hand holding the radio couldn't help but exert a lot of force.

Elsewhere, a dark-skinned old man in a shabby house was listening to the radio.

"The first designer is also the first designer to announce that he will join the competition, the world's first young designer who has just entered the palace, Mr. Bai Jingtong."

"Mr. Bai is from China and was the head of the Grand Louvre Project!"

"Unfortunately, at the end of the competition, the Chinese designer lost contact."

"I don't know if as the rest of the people said, the designer of Bai Juetong was cowardly and chose to escape!"

"The second designer is from the Nelisky family, an ancient family in Europe and England..."

When the dark-skinned old man heard the words of the designer from China, he somehow felt a little concerned in his heart.

"Oh!"

"Oh my God!

"God!"

"What's that?"

Suddenly there was an exclamation on the radio.

It seems that a change is emerging.

The priests in the church and the dark-skinned old men in the shantytown were all staring, leaning forward slightly.

'When... When... While... Dangdang Dang...'

I only heard heavy music from far and near inside the tape recorder.

The tone was as if an army was approaching with heavy steps, with epic grandeur and heart-wrenching passion.

The listeners in front of the radio didn't know what was going on, but listening to the music, all the listeners were confused and felt small!

The louder the voice, the more intimidating the momentum becomes, and the gradually magnificent music begins to inspire the majesty of the heart, and the blood begins to boil!

Unstoppable, the classical charm is so highlighted under the interpretation of modern music.

Boiling!

Rouse!

‘in-noremi-co-ra

tira-mine-per-i-to

ne-do―mina...’

'Ideals make us strong

Break through the darkness

Ideals make us strong

Never give up hope...'

"Oh God!"

"It's the conquest of heaven! It's the conquest of heaven! ”

"It's an epic masterpiece that tells the story of Columbus's conquest of South America!"

The reporter on the tape recorder heard the tune and shouted.

The sound of the music was very shocking, and the reporters in the hall all walked out one after another, looking towards the place where the music came from in the distance.

More and more people are standing in front of the N.S.W Art Gallery Square in Sydney.

President Masson seemed to be aware of it and walked out with the team.

The reporter continued to exclaim, and the priest and the dark-skinned old man began to hold their breath.

"Oh my God!"

"Around the corner, three off-road vehicles are approaching!"

"It's so cool, the three cars are like monstrous beasts, and the engines are roaring!"

"Oh!"

"The conquest of heaven was sent out by those three cars at the same time, no wonder it makes people palpitate so much!"

Kelly. Neresky, Adrian. Smith, Masayuki Kurokawa...

President Mason, several masters had different expressions, but they all looked at them from afar.

"Conquer heaven?"

"Columbus's conquest of South America?"

Someone whispered softly.

The heavy music became more and more shocking as the car approached.

"Who are they?"

Everyone is speculating.

Someone looked at the watch, looked at the car, and an oriental name came to mind.

'Crunch! ’

Three off-road vehicles stopped in the center of the square one after another with a majestic momentum.

The doors opened one by one, and everyone couldn't help but salute them.

Soon, the people in the car got out of the car.

The first one was the one that was in the lead, and a young figure jumped down, and behind him was an equally young figure.

I saw these people holding the materials and pacing towards everyone with smiles on their faces.

The stereo of the car behind them was still playing music.

'Break through the darkness

Ideals make us strong

Never give up hope...'

"Yo, this is waiting for me?"

The team of seven approached, only to see the young man with the head looking at his watch, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile: "Hey! Dude, my pressure point work has improved again. ”

"Lao Sha, Lao Sha!"

Everyone was stunned by the approaching team, but the young man didn't care, he stretched out his head to look, and finally saw a familiar and responsible figure, and hurriedly recruited and shouted: "Who am I giving this plan to?" ”

"There's still a little more than a minute, but it's almost too late."

Sha Lining was awakened from his astonishment, with a wry smile on his face.

This white dove tree designer is really out of the ordinary.

He walked towards Bai Juetong: "Designer Bai, you can leave the plan to me." ”

"I'm not late, am I?"

Jue Tong handed over the plan and asked a special question.

"Nope!"

Behind them, President Masson grinned, his downing fist clenched tightly and then released.

Immediately after, Sha Lining, Bai Jingtong, a group of masters and the proud sons of the sky returned to the lounge and conference hall, and the review work was about to begin.

The reporters in the square also exploded!

The reporter on the radio exclaimed:

"Oh!"

"God!"

"Listeners, listeners!"

"The designer has arrived!"

"They came to conquer heaven, did they intend to conquer the judges, conquer Sydney, conquer Australia!"

"It is an implication that they have gone through the baptism of stormy waves, deadly viruses and all kinds of hardships and dangers like Columbus before finally reaching the other side!"

"Let's wait and see!"