There were words in Naberis's words, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't tell whether this was a faithful reminder or a gossip to sow discord, but something flashed in his mind inexplicably, like inspiration, he couldn't grasp it, and he couldn't think of it.

And in contemplation, the Knights Templar surrounded them.

The knight at the head raised his hand, and the other knights gathered their arms and stood around. The knight stepped forward and looked at his trademark silver-white hair:

"The representative of the Anglo School, Ye Qingxuan?"

Ye Qingxuan bowed: "It's me." ”

"Good. The knight nodded, turned his head sideways and whispered to the lion's head coat of arms on his shoulder armor: "Ye Qingxuan has been found, and there is a little girl from Romulus." ”

A faint voice came from the lion's head coat of arms, noisy and low. Knight's Jaw:

"Understood. ”

"It's too chaotic here, please leave with me, the Knights have set up a safe zone outside. The knight said, "Leave the rest to the Knights." ”

To be honest, Ye Qingxuan couldn't ask for it.

After finding the survivors, several knights formed two teams, one team continued the mission, and the other three-person team left the town with Ye Qingxuan and Elsa.

There were no dangers along the way, and soon they passed through the crumbling walls and left the center of the battlefield.

On the ruins, Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at the battlefield shrouded in smoke and firelight, only feeling as if he was in a different world.

Soon, the camp in the safe zone arrived, and wounded musicians and wailing were everywhere, and white-clad chanters walked between them.

Several medical personnel stepped forward and took Elsa for a check-up. And another knight waiting in front of the door walked towards Ye Qingxuan.

He was clad in blue-gold armor, much thinner than his peers, sacrificing a lot of defense for agility.

This is the herald knight who conveyed the commander's order, and he showed his identification after Ye Qingxuan checked it. Lead the way in front of you:

"Please come with me, Lord Commander wants to see you. ”

"See me?"

"You're the musician we've found the deepest into the battlefield, probably trying to find you out about the specifics of those black musicians. The knight didn't say much, but made a leading gesture again:

"Please follow me. ”

Ye Qingxuan shrugged his shoulders and was about to follow, but he heard an exclamation in the distance.

He was stunned for a moment. The sudden change in complexion was Elsa's voice.

He ignored the knight and walked in the direction from which the screams came. In front of the door of the infirmary, two knights saw the young man who had broken in, and stretched out their hands to stop him, but he was empty.

At the moment when the phantom of the mirror dissipated, Ye Qingxuan kicked open the door. Then look at the cold infirmary, and Elsa who is fixed on the operating table.

Under the cold, shadowless lamp, the three doctors looked back at him. frowned.

"What do you want to do!"

Ye Qingxuan pushed away the assistant who came up and glared at the doctors: "She's just a little girl!"

"She's a Romulus. ”

Behind him, the herald knight voiced:

She was the only normal Romulus we had found in Auschwitz so far. All the others have been cocooned and demonized, and we must make sure she is not infected......"

"So what?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a gloomy expression: "So she should lie on the operating table and be dissected? She can't even remember her own memory clearly, do you think you can find something!"

"Listen, Ye Qingxuan. Don't get excited. ”

The Herald Knight stepped forward: "These chistmen just want to do a check on her, and there will be no damage at all. If you're not at ease. You can wait here with me. After the examination, she will be taken to the rest area to take proper ......"

Before the words fell, the heavens and the earth shook.

The earth seemed to be turned into a worn-out carpet, beaten by dusters who had been removed from the dust, and the walls wailed. Cracks. In the dim light of the shadowless lamp, everyone stumbled under their feet.

And right in the very heart of Auschwitz...... The pitch-black mist that condensed into substance rose into the sky.

Praise for destruction, set off a counteroffensive!――

Ten minutes ago, in the sky. Dozens of huge iron whales hang high, reflecting each other. They surround Auschwitz and form a behemoth circle.

In the middle of the circle, a large hole was opened in the etheric realm, representing the light of heaven condensed into substance and shone down from the rift.

For hundreds of years, kings, countless elites and musicians have gathered in the Holy City to build a path to the Great Source with the music theory of the seven lines of musicians, thus leading to the Kingdom of Heaven.

When the light constructed by music theory fell from the sky, it crushed the abyssal music theory like a rootless tree, swept away the geographical advantages of the black musicians, and purified them all the time, making them hide from the light like headless flies.

It was with the blessing of the Light of Heaven that the Knights Templar were able to advance steadily.

And just as the battle between the two sides entered the white heat, in the shattered dark sky, Crowley sighed in frustration: "It seems that His Majesty the Pope has sent the Knights Templar, and he will not personally go to the battlefield." ”

Beside him, in the shadows, dozens of pitch-black figures laughed strangely.

"It doesn't matter, it's a great deal to wipe out the Knights Templar, and my lord will be pleased. ”

"Well, without further ado. ”

Crowley stretched out his hand, and a violin appeared in his hand like a dark night, and the strings sighed faintly, like the whisper of a lover's ear, which was full of illusions.

It was an artifact given by Paganini, a fallen saint and one of the Dark Lords today.

And in the same tune of many of the abyssal masters, Crowley took up the bow and played the violin, and the sound of the piano sounded like a cry, but the melody was full of joy.

It's like a prisoner who is still in bondage, longing for freedom, waiting for a full release. In the darkness, there is some terrible power accumulating, slowly brewing.

As the melody spread, all the demons and black musicians in the entire Auschwitz suddenly shook, and an unknown power seemed to emerge from the depths of the body. It's like an abyss projected into your body. No longer afraid of the light of the outside world.

The music theory from the abyss blessed everyone, urging them to fight back without fear of death. And in the brewing of that mournful melody, the endless darkness stretched out from the earth and slowly rose, lingering in every inch of the soil, catalyzing the demons from the abyss, making them more and more violent.

No matter how crazy you are. The anger and impulses in my heart have never been released, and I have been accumulating and accumulating and accumulating...... Until the end, when everyone felt that the frenzied flames were about to completely burn themselves and explode to death, the melody of mourning suddenly changed.

In an instant, the freedom that had been waiting in the darkness for a long time, the blood, venting, and killing that had been longed for for a long time erupted from the shell.

Thousands of aetheric fluctuations erupt at the same time in an instant, like a symphony played after a key, and everyone is connected as a whole. Playing this hysterical melody together.

The melody burned like a flame, erupting, marching wildly, like a once-in-a-lifetime, to pour out all anger, unwillingness, and anger in this moment.

As a result, the music theory of the abyss once again sprung up like a blowout, competing with the light of the heavens, and even temporarily raised the rank of each black musician by more than three sections.

Never before have so many black musicians been in tune in such a small space. The frenzied forces of the essence converged and evolved into countless chaotic phantoms.

In the phantom. It is the unsatisfying and unsatisfying desires in the hearts of people!

It's Carnival!

The music composed by the fallen saint Paganini on the day of his betrayal of the Holy City is a celebration of the abyss of the man who has been freed from his heart, and there is no bottom.

The rift from the abyss was opened, and in everyone's heart, every black musician seemed to be incarnated as a substitute for the abyss, in an instant. and overwhelmed the Templar onensive.

The shattered garment of original sin suddenly changed, and once again healed, transforming into a vast wind tunnel, where the dark wind tunnel and the light of heaven strangled each other. Every moment is composed of countless music theories, and they are shattered in the strangulation.

They collide with each other, intensify, burn. and the destruction of the same end.

The concentration of aether is increasing rapidly.

From the Red Zone, to the Black Zone, to the ...... All of Auschwitz was completely covered in the frenzied sea of ether. The Aetheric Sea, which exists only in the midst of observation, descends on this world in a multitude of movements.

At this moment, the etheric realm and the material realm overlapped in the sky.

In that dreamlike silver sea, the long-awaited Sacred City and the Abyss attacked each other from afar, and countless streams of light and tides of darkness annihilated each other, forming a chaotic vortex.

And it was on the land that the war between the Templars and the Black Musicians reached its climax.

Wails and roars rang out every second,

"The Most Holy One!"

The Templars roared, wielding swords of fire and chainsaws, slashing through the sea of blood, each other's armor stained red with blood. Clad in cracked armor and walking in pools of blood, they mercilessly slash the lingering demons on the ground with their swords, turning them to pieces with chainsaws and turning them to dust with flames.

In the middle of the march, the roaring building collapsed.

The blood-stained Templars walked into the ruins, raised their roaring and swirling chainsaw swords, and slashed at the cocoons of the Romulus in front of them.

Rumble!

Cracked masonry shattered.

The Templars, however, were stunned, for the demon cocoon was unscathed.

The spinning sword of the chainsaw pierced through the cocoon, but it seemed to pierce a shadow that didn't exist. No matter how much you slash it, you can't damage it in the slightest. Not even the Flaming Sword could incinerate it in flames.

At this moment, in Auschwitz, everyone was stunned to find that the demon cocoon had become something distant and untouchable. The sleeping Romulus had become shadows, and they were allowed to attack by any means they could, but they were never harmed.

And in the depths of the blackened and shattered earth, a faint light slowly emerged, and the vague light slowly rose, taking root and branching from the scorched earth, condensing into a hazy form, glowing with the color of another world.

It was a dull and blurry flower.

(To be continued.) )