"Repair?"

Albert sneered: "Ye Qingxuan, I know your attainments and deeds in the Dao of the Realm, but the Holy City Great Barrier is different from Avalon's. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

From the very beginning, it had more than six times more points than Avalon's Concord Basis, not to mention hundreds of years of additions, changes, and repairs, large and small!

In the Dao of the Realm, every time there is a double, the amount of labor and difficulty required is an increase in geometric multiples! What you need to face is an unprecedented monster-level alchemy matrix! Even if Hermes is here, he doesn't dare to boast that he can repair it! Do you think you can do it as a master?

Just kidding! Do you know how many Masters it takes to restore the foundation to the Barrier?"

Ye Qingxuan ignored his taunts, and just looked up at the dancing dim nebula in the temple: "Your supreme authority is still there, right?"

"So what?"

Albert rolled his eyes: "Canceling my permission is a big project, and it doesn't take a month to rewrite the final matrix of the co-rituals one by one, and Ludovic can't do anything about me."

But what if there is no authority and no physical object?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "As far as I know, the Holy City Great Barrier itself is a bridge that connects various important institutions together, and its priority is even higher than that of the Pope's Palace.

According to the information in the Silent Mechanism, the final authority can urgently activate the bell tower system and bless people in the event that the Pope loses news......"

Albert was silent.

"I feel like I can. ”

Ye Qingxuan said.

Albert shook his head: "You must be crazy." ”

"If I'm not crazy, isn't it?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, "Anyway, the worst result is just an explosion in front of you." I'm not afraid, what are you worried about, worried about soiling your 'new clothes'?"

"Good people, they always like to find their own death. ”

Albert sighed and waved his hand irritably: "It's up to you if you want to die, you want to do anything, and it doesn't matter if you want as many clock towers to bless you!"

"What is the minimum?"

"Ten. ”

Albert raised his hands and looked at him with pity in his eyes: "At least, ten." ”

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and in the end, he sighed helplessly:

"Well, let's start with ten. ”

"Follow me. ”

Albert glanced at Ye Qingxuan deeply, turned around and walked towards the deepest part of the hall.

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Descend the stairs into the deep darkness and pass through many secret doors.

I don't know how long it took, but the heat floating in the air became more and more intense, as if I was in a sauna, and the heat rolled into my chest, as if it was about to melt my lungs.

And right in front of Ye Qingxuan's door, only the last gate that exuded terrifying heat remained.

"Has the inner circulation cooling pipe collapsed?"

Albert motioned for him to wait and walked to the small room by the door, where he came out covered in a heavy heat suit, visible through the glass on his helmet, with a portable respirator on his face.

"You take precautions. ”

With that, he dropped the lever beside him, and with a bang, hot steam gushed out from behind the open door of the cave.

In the midst of countless bleak white, hot steam, the world behind the door has become a furnace.

In the terrifying heat, the co-rhythmia stood behind the door.

Now, more than half of the co-ordination was gone, and only the six central behemoths were still glittering with a dim light.

The meter-high cones occupied a vast space underground, and countless cables were wound around them, leading into the steel dome and extending somewhere.

They stand in the thick steam, revealing only a vague and hideous silhouette.

The world behind the door is like a dense forest in the middle of a thick fog.

It's just that the fog is enough to scorch the heart.

The frail engineers had all changed into Albert-like insulating suits, and dozens of musicians were rushing around to maintain the work of the co-rhythm and delay the collapse.

"Yo, everyone, long time no see. ”

Albert deftly greeted the sluggish staff: "Congratulations, your boss has changed." Unfortunately, though, he may be the last person in charge of this hellish place. ”

"This is the core control room of the enchantment?"

Ye Qingxuan covered his nose, and the realm around him appeared, blocking the terrifying steam that was enough to make ordinary people faint instantly, and followed behind Albert.

"That's right. ”

Albert reached out and pushed the staff who walked up, and walked to the very center of the entire underground space, bypassing the massive central co-law.

As a result, the glass of the helmet was coated with a tumbling layer of red light.

In the middle of the six co-liturges is a huge 'Aether Pool' that is tens of meters wide.

In normal times, it is quiet, like a deep spring. Under the weight of the Concordance Instrument, the Sea of Ether condensed into a solid body, and countless embodied music theories constructed a huge movement in it, which merged with the complex alchemy matrix, forming the core of the Great Enchantment of the Holy City, the Activity Realm, one of the Four Realms of Alchemy.

This is where the primordial music theory of the enchantment is stored, and the central sanctum controls the behemoth.

And now, the barrier is out of control.

More than half of the system was scrapped, and under the interference of external chaos, the ether pool was also chaotic and became a pot of porridge, and it was no longer peaceful.

Now, it has changed from an orderly system to a terrifying fragment of music theory, reacting violently at every moment, threatening to lose its balance at any moment, and then explode, completely destroying the 'Aether Vortex' here.

The orderly movement has become a mess.

Most of the alchemy matrix is scrapped, and the rest are also running under overload and may be scrapped at any time.

Albert looked at it with a blank face and cursed.

It looked ugly, as if he had gone mad with rage.

If Ludovick were in front of him now, he would definitely be strapped to the bomb and rush towards this Holy See to give him a warm hug.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the pot of 'red oil soup' in front of him, and his expression became a little green:

"--Isn't it for me to jump in and fix it?"

"That's right. ”

Albert smiled, took his hand, and earnestly entrusted: "On behalf of the Cardinal Church, I have decided: it is up to you to save the Holy City!"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan stiffly squeezed out a smile and nodded: "Okay." ”

Then, after a little drumming in his bloated insulating suit, Albert withdrew his hand from his sleeve and touched his old face, and when he put it down, there was only a hollow gap in his left eye.

And in his hand, there is already an extra eyeball that is still wandering, like a prosthetic eye that still exists in the eye socket.

"It's ......"

"When I took over the Central Temple, the sacristy had one of my eyes removed and made it. ”

Albert shoved his eyes into his hand: "You bring this." If you do live to fix the enchantment, you'll need it. ”

When the eyeball fell into Ye Qingxuan's hand, it disintegrated on its own.

The outer camouflage is gone, and only the intricate movement constructed by the countless dancing notes within, the outlines of which are intertwined into the shape of a 'bell'.

As soon as Ye Qingxuan's mind moved, it submerged into his body and was included in the chapter of fate.

It's a key.

Albert didn't tell him exactly what it was used to turn it on, just waved his hand and motioned for him to hurry.

Soon, Ye Qingxuan had taken off all the irrelevant bits and pieces on his body, leaving only the original sin cloak that had been restored to mist after fading off its disguise, and now it was no longer pitch black, but a haze between existence and nothingness.

That's a phenomenon caused by changes in music theory that distort light and perception.

"Get ready for the bell tower blessings. ”

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "Wait for my signal." ”

He was standing by the pool, but he heard Albert's shout not far away: "Ye Qingxuan!"

"Huh?"

He looked back and saw Albert's complicated expression for the first time.

With uneasiness and anticipation, and a hint of pleading.

"Are you really sure?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed: "Don't worry, I built a lighthouse for you in Lute Town for five years! Do you know how Anglo's Privy Council praises me?"

With a bright smile that could not be reassuring in the slightest, he gave a thumbs up:

"――Professional maintenance, low fee, professional technology, trustworthy!"

With that, he took a step back and fell to the sky, falling into the boiling pool of ether.

Silent.

A boiling light engulfed him.

Albert pounced, and despite the heat and light that came his face, he lay on the edge of the pool, looking for the young man's trace, his eyes restless and restless.

The strange thing is that from that moment on, the ether pool is no longer boiling.

It's calm to the point of palpitations.

Countless chaotic lights and music theories were churning and dazzling, and Albert subconsciously parsed them, trying to spy on the internal changes through external signs, but soon, he was dizzy and unable to continue.

The magnitude of the changes in music theory has exceeded his limits.

More than 100 times exceeded!

Thinking that this was a symptom caused by the teenager in the middle of it, Albert couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "This monster ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a white light shot out of the aether, brushing his cheek and scaring him backwards and falling to the ground.

But this is not the end, but the beginning.

In the crisp sound like a cracked tree, a low sound sounded, and the strings of the Nine Heavens continued to fly out of the etheric pool, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, and in an instant, the entire space was enveloped.

Countless strings vibrated and burst out with different notes, but the notes overlapped and turned into a dragon chant.

Ladder, Launch!

Spanning the seven series and running like no other, the strings resonate and crisscross each other, enveloping all the co-rhythms in them, and in the notes, it is like awakening a sleeping fire.

And so, the myriad extinguished chorioms were lit up again.

One, two, three...... In an instant, the cold light reopened, flickering, and converging into a sea that illuminated the jaw-dropping, stunned faces.

All the choricoes, which had fallen silent because of the collapse of music theory, were awakened again.

"Reboot complete!"

Some musicians screamed excitedly: "Music theory in the event world has begun to give back its rewards!"

Everyone shouted excitedly, looking at the miracle in disbelief.

The current situation is like a dying old man, when everyone has begun to prepare for him, suddenly opens his eyes, and his silent heart beats again.

He told everyone.

I don't die......

I'm still alive!(To be continued.) )