What's even more terrifying is that Watson's scepter has an extraordinary permeability, just like an old priest teaching holy scriptures, making people unconsciously convinced, changing themselves, and offering their faith.

A fine electric light came out of Ye Qingxuan's body, as if an invisible protective net had been set off, and there was a crackling sound.

He actually felt Watson's music theory infecting him......

It's as if the power of natural disasters is polluting others.

"Looks scary, doesn't it?"

Watson smiled happily and poured the remnants of wine into the sea: "Thanks to the Inquisition, I have made up for the music theory of the Sacred Cauldron and achieved the Scepter.

Although it can make oneself and others freely transform between the two sides, it is only a small way after all—music theory cannot change people, nor can people be truly redeemed.

That's why I call it the 'Outer Classics'. ”

The outer canon is not in the right way.

Not the Book of the Abyss, nor the Holy Scriptures, but somewhere in between.

It seems beautiful, but in fact it is radical and radical.

Even if you can follow your heart, it will be difficult to achieve perfection in the end.

Obviously, taking a step forward is sublimation, and taking a step back is degenerate, but it stopped in the middle.

This is Watson's scepter—the madman who wrote in the name of the sages, the canon of malice and poison, the hypocrisy and empty redemption.

If Watson wanted to, he could easily transform black and white, corrupt the musicians of the Order, and bring the black musicians to divine grace.

But as he said, music theory can't change people.

It's people who make music theory.

"You guy......"

Ye Qingxuan had a headache.

Watson's scepter is like Watson himself.

It seems to be gentle and holy on the surface, but in fact it contains evil intentions.

It's like a demagogic cult, once you are subdued by him, give up your own path, want to borrow his strength, rely on his ability, you will gradually be changed by him, in his manipulation, indulge in superficial redemption, dare not face the real self, until in the end, become his puppet.

To say that he didn't do anything when he helped the archipelago musicians to remove their ills, the ghost doesn't believe it.

He sighed, "Go back and find Stone to fill up a teaching position, and you go to Westminster Abbey to make a position." ”

"You want me to be the next Archbishop of Westminster Abbey?" Watson understood what he meant, and laughed strangely, "Are you really comfortable with me being a priest?"

"No, not at all. But as you said, music theory can't change people, it's people who make music theory. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly asked:

"And, are you interested in being the pope of Protestantism?"

Watson was stunned.

After a long time, he laughed.

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Ten hours ago.

Beyond Anglo, above the barren northern seas.

After a short war, only one part of the sea has completely turned into an inhuman alien land, and the dark green water is full of fishy smell.

Wisps of mist lingered in the air like cotton wool, and the poison left behind in the cup of virtue lingered.

In the eerie silence, the old musician stopped above the tide.

He held a wooden staff taller than him, leaned on his body, slightly hunched over, draped in a black robe, and looked around the dead and silent barren sea, his voice low.

"How long are you going to see it?"

He stared at the non-existent air with a cold expression, as if he had seen Anubis hiding in the void.

A bitter laugh sounded, and the musician who incarnated as the wolf-headed god walked out of the void and bowed his head to the old man in front of him: "Meet again, Mr. Bach." ”

Bach looked at him for a long time.

"Looks like you're doing well, Gaius is doing well with you. ”

Wolf Flute nodded, "Yes." ”

"The Holy City has also treated you well. ”

The wolf flute touched his long nose, grinned, and showed two rows of white teeth: "No way, I am a child raised by a wolf, and I am like a white-eyed wolf when I am ungrateful." ”

Bach was indifferent, "Wolf flute, you have someone's name." ”

"Isn't it because the teacher gave me my name that it was the result?"

Wolf Flute asked rhetorically, "Just like you once said - as long as people work hard, mistakes are inevitable." Sometimes I really think that if I had been living like a wolf and had died, maybe I would have been happier than I am now. ”

Bach listened, but was unmoved, "Why should you deceive yourself with the excuse of a beast when you make decisions in the face of a human being?"

"The teacher is right. ”

Wolf Flute lowered his head.

"So, since you dare to appear in front of me with a projection, are you ready to go to war with me?" Bach stared at him, the wooden staff in his hand raised and fell.

Collapse!

The wooden staff struck the surface of the sea like a whip on iron, and there was not the slightest splash of water, but it made the huge ocean tremble slightly.

The projection of the wolf flute vibrated violently, and Anubis's skin cracked, revealing the scarred scars inside.

Soon, however, the concussion stopped.

In front of a pair of bare feet.

Bach turned his head, looked behind him, and when he saw the young man, his expression became abrupt, "You should be Charles from the Caucasus." ”

"First meeting, Your Excellency Bach. ”

The young man bowed with a respectful expression.

Bach looked at him, "Are you sure you can beat me?"

"Although I can't beat it, can you give me a face, don't go to Anglo, stay and talk?" Charles grinned, "It's the first time we've met, it's not good to fight and kill." ”

Bach shook his head indifferently.

The piercing screeching noise suddenly burst out, and it was a melody with countless movements overlapping in one place, and in an instant, it seemed that the sea and the sky resonated.

The entire northern seas were sealed in an instant, and the heavens and the earth were turbulent under Bach's will, catering to his beat. The will of the Blue King runs between heaven and earth, harnessing the elements from the etheric realm and taking over control of everything.

It was as if the sky had collapsed and the ocean had risen in turmoil.

The sea and the sky are closed here.

Collapse!

The shrill voice stopped abruptly.

Charles stretched out his hand and pressed it into the void, as if holding down the turbulent sea and sky, forcibly neutralizing the shock and shattering the noise.

It's like a speeding wheel. The skin on the palm of his hand shattered, the wound that had not healed was torn again, and the wound on the tail finger oozed blood again.

The blood flowed out, fell into the sea, and became infected.

It was just a drop of blood, but it made the aura of calamity that lingered over the entire sea dissipate.

In an instant, the sky was clear, and a fresh wind was blowing from afar, a magnificence almost a miracle.

Bach didn't make any more moves, just looked at his mutilated tail finger in silence, his brow furrowed, as if confused.

Charles's face was already flushed, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "Mr. Bach, when my junior brother went to school, he still used your letter of recommendation, and everyone always had affection for ...... Why bother?"

Bach didn't speak, just stared at him in silence.

I watched him walk barefoot on the surface of the sea, without using any movement, and the sea arched him up like a miracle.

After a short silence, Bach seemed to understand something, and suddenly asked:

"Charles, do you really think you are the son of God?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and his smile became embarrassed: "I don't think I'm too similar, I'm so embarrassed, if God really has a child like me, it will be a lot of evil." ”

"Is your finger hurt?" asked Bach.

Charles looked at his palm, put away his tail finger, and smiled: "There is a labor obstacle, just a small injury." ”

"Really?"

Bach said coldly, "You are consuming yourself, you should know - I don't know what you are getting in exchange for it, such a sacrifice is not normal for you and for the Caucasus." ”

Charles was silent for a moment and replied, "Someone has to solve the urgent need." ”

"People's affairs should be solved by people, and the consequences should be borne by people themselves, not by you. ”

Bach's tone was unsubtle and straightforward: "Charles, no matter how much you sacrifice, it will only make them understand how big the gap is between you - you should be clear about your own nature."

Don't do superfluous things, the more you do, the more you get wrong.

Now, get out of here and don't stand in my way.

If I want me to have mercy on you, then this is the last tolerance. ”

"Mr. Bach, have you ever heard someone cry?"

Charles asked suddenly.

Bach did not speak.

"Have you ever seen people suffering?"

Charles asked in a low voice, "The homeless wander in the wilderness, grazing on weeds, living like dogs, prostrate on the ground, looking up at anyone who comes to them, hoping they will save themselves."

Can you turn away?

Have you ever been in a thirst for help?

Like me, I hope that someone will come to save me, come and help me, even if it's just to be friends with me, and someone will tell me that I have not been abandoned by this world, and that it is not meaningless to live in this world......"

"I used to be like that, but now I'm not – so I'm not going to give up, if I can do it, I'm going to do it, and if someone asks me for help, I'm going to save him.

I don't want anyone to sacrifice for me anymore, I want to carve out a place for them where they can live. ”

Charles stared at the silent Bach, his flattering smile dissipated, and his expression was serious: "Mr. Bach, I don't want to be your enemy, and I don't want to leave here.

But if you're going to keep going, you're my enemy. ”

Massive wings of light slowly spread out from behind him, covering the sea and the sky, casting a brilliant glow.

Behind him, the kingdom of heaven called Eden slowly emerged, reflecting the young man who was like a god and the musician who was known as the strongest.

Bach closed his eyes.

For a long time, he sighed softly.

"Do you know why the Green Kings have left the human world, Charr, not only to open up the land of the human race, nor to prepare for natural disasters in the dark world......

It is because human beings do not need God. ”

Facing the young man in front of him, Bach raised the wooden staff in his hand, and there was no compassion in his silent eyes, but full of thunder.

"Now, no need to talk nonsense, let 'your enemy' learn what you are capable of. ”

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