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The stone knife slipped over the bloated woman's throat and severed the artery above her neck with precision.

At that moment, the sluggish woman was stunned, and her fat and bloated body trembled violently, setting off layers of flesh waves. She jerked her head up, her heart bulging, and she burst into a terrible scream.

The cry was terrifying.

Sharp and crazy, like thousands of biological children stillborn, and like thousands of children born from the womb, containing pain, madness and inhuman joy.

She was screaming, screaming, singing.

The sharp sound pierced through the deep earth and echoed in everyone's ears, making everyone's eyes darken, and they were almost taken away by the terrifying roar.

Immediately after that, rivers of blood gushed out of the wounds.

It was hard to imagine that there was so much blood in that bloated shell, and the blood gushed out from the huge crack in the neck, and the speed was so turbulent that the terrifying blood pressure turned into a waterfall in midair.

The sound of the rushing river sounded.

Endless blood splattered from the sky and converged into a sea of blood. The scarlet that represented the essential elements of the Dark Mother Earth poured into the deepest depths of the ruins, casting a layer of scarlet over the myriad silver flashes.

In just an instant, endless blood gushed out.

In the end, there was not even a shell left.

Only Paganini, who was armed with a knife, stood alone on the high platform, looking down at the sea of blood that gradually blended with the silver light, his eyes were deep.

Since then, there has been no Mother Darkness in the world......

Mother Dark Earth was thrown into the deepest part of the ruins by him with the situation of food, and with the presence of one of the four living creatures, Wo filled the baby that was about to be born, filling all the gaps, and even bringing power hundreds of times more than the gaps.

This is pure life force!

A roar rang out from beneath the whirlpool.

Under the blood-colored whirlpool, it seems to have turned into a huge sub-palace, and the rolling thunder is the fetal movement of natural disasters.

The elements that the Holy City had painstakingly instilled were suddenly shattered, and the elements of music theory and Mother Darkness had been tightly riveted into the core of the ruins, and could no longer be separated.

The entire ruins are in a frenzied turmoil, the ancient buildings have completely collapsed, and the torrent has swept through.

Countless drops of mud fell from the sky, and when they fell to the ground, they became little people the size of their thumbs, running around, fighting, giving birth, and reproducing, and then quickly dying and returning to the dust.

Chaos revealed.

Natural disasters are about to be born!

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At the same time, outside the Holy City.

The raven landed on the knight's shoulder.

The scorching hooves of the horses trampled through the mire, stirring up a sneering sound, and the blood evaporated, turning into a foul-smelling vapor rising.

The blood-red war horse slowly moved forward, step by step, stepping on the messy corpse. In the distance, in the city of steel, the mighty bells rose one after another, and one figure after another rose into the sky, as if facing a great enemy.

The knight on the war horse had a blank expression, his body rose and fell with the war horse, and his movements were stiff and dull. His eyes were empty, and there was no movement in the slightest.

Because it was a wooden man.

Tear off the wicker and weave it into its body, split the heart of the tree and chisel out its face, adorn it with jewels to decorate its majesty, and skillfully carve it to give it ten fingers.

But none of this can change its essence.

What gives it its essence is something deeper, some kind of pure, resolute killing intent that does not contain any dross. It is not human, but it is better than human, it has no mind and no mind.

It was born to be a weapon, not to bring peace to the earth, but to make the earth move with the sword.

When the Hundred Eyes tore apart the abyss, they gifted it with the essence of the abyss, and also gave it an unshakable mission.

"The Destroyer, the Destroyer, the Destroyer!"

On the shoulders of the wicker knight, the raven's blood-red eyes sang: "All flesh is like grass, and all glory is like a flower on grass, and the grass will wither, and the flower will wither—in the kingdom of blood and death, your destruction will come!"

The blood-colored war horse stepped forward with blood.

The flames of lava rose from under the horse's hooves and filled the sky, burning the iron sky into a scorching iron curtain. Beneath the Iron Curtain, stars rose from the Holy City.

The bell rang again.

Five times.

The Holy Spirit awoke from the coffin, and at the will of the Nibelungen, the black iron doors of Valhalla slowly opened. The myriad rays of light rose from the earth and hung high in the sky, shining as stars.

Agni turned into a fiery star, the White Emperor's edge was like iron, and the twin spirits wind and thunder were forever intertwined with each other, setting off hurricanes and thunderstorms, turning into twin stars......

The roaring bells continued, and each time the bell rang, a rift into the ether realm would open, and an infinite amount of ether would flow out of it, and the stars would shine brightly, until finally, turning into thousands of scorching suns shining between heaven and earth.

The Holy Spirit has awakened from its eternal sleep, and hundreds of choirs are scrambling to chant prayers for the Holy Spirit in their service. In the ethereal voice, the light turned into armor and long swords, arming the Holy Spirit layer by layer.

It is the living who react faster than the departed Holy Spirit.

The scepter musicians who had been cultivating in the monastery were the first to turn into a blazing light and roar. First and foremost is Orlando, a whale singer in his twilight years.

Orlando had already met the time of his death, and even the process of transformation into the Holy Spirit had been prepared.

At this moment, he no longer looks old, but repeatedly young. His head was full of blond hair, his body was as burly and toned as a demigod, the alchemical matrix of metal was embedded in his body, and the power in the scepter was overflowing.

The mighty roar echoed from heaven and earth, grand and far-reaching, like countless whales singing.

Wherever the scorching light passed, the earth silently cracked into ravines, and the straight rift valley stretched outward from before the Holy City, and in an instant, across several kilometers, in the terrifying power of the earth shaking the mountains, the whale singer roared to the ground, and the elements moved, hooking the great power from the etheric realm, and slammed down towards the material realm.

With a single blow, the entire Aether Sea was in turmoil, as if a terrifying shock wave burst out from the Aether Realm, extending downward, and chiseled through the nine layers of the Aether Sea one by one.

But in the next moment, the terrifying impact had not yet emerged, and it had already dissipated and became invisible.

The Wicker Knight looked up, and on the face carved out of wood, two blood-red gems reflected Orlando's figure. His five fingers were raised, and he couldn't see how he moved, but in the next moment, Orlando's neck was grabbed by him.

Between the five fingers that were closed, the scepter disintegrated.

Immediately after, the knife fell from the right arm.

Quack.

The voice was crisp, and blood gushed out.

A skull fell from the toned body, like a ripe melon.

Immediately after that, there is the second.

Quack, rattle, rattle......

The crisp sound of a blunt knife slashing bones rang out continuously, and then one after another heads fell to the ground, crushed into mud by the iron hooves of the war horse. Whether it is a master or a scepter, parallel goods or genuine products, they are all treated equally.

Soon, however, all the musicians quickly distanced themselves.

In order to guard against the elusive guillotine, under the orders of the cardinals, only musicians who are skilled in ultra-long-range music theory construction are allowed to enter the battlefield under the heavy protection of the Templar Order.

Immediately after, the neighing sound of the war horse resounded through the road that was filled with blood, and a crimson light suddenly burst out from it, and in the snap of his fingers, it spanned a distance of thousands of meters, turned a thousand times, and in the next moment, the red light returned to its original place.

The Wicker Knight's body was scorched black, like a shooting star, and the flames on his body rose, ignited by his terrifying speed.

Immediately after, a terrifying ravine emerged from the battlefield, like wheat harvesting, and everything fell apart where the red light swept through.

Whether it's a knight or a musician, armor or shield, it's all been twisted beyond recognition.

The poignant sound of a sonic boom was only later in coming.

Even though there were thousands of troops and horses, they could face the crimson war horse, the sluggish wooden man on the war horse, and everyone's faces couldn't help but turn pale.

"Musicians who don't have the elements to achieve the top should step down. ”

The awakened Holy Spirit stared at the slowly approaching war horse and sighed softly: "These are the four creations split by the Hundred Eyes before their death, and they are created by overflowing malice towards this world, and for humans, this is the embodiment of the element of 'war'.

The only thing that can destroy war is war, and no matter how many people go up, it will be in vain. ”

Everyone's expressions suddenly became ugly, this matter had already alarmed the Holy See ten minutes ago, if the Holy Seat was allowed to make a move, the majesty and heritage of the Holy City would of course be gone.

"Don't worry, I'll do it. ”

The nameless Holy Spirit stretched out his hand, and the priest of his own sacristy came forward and offered a heavy bronze horn in both hands, which was stained with blood and dried and mottled with patina.

'Trumpet of Calamity'!

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, they couldn't help but take a step back under their feet, their eyes in awe and fear.

This is an artifact forged by several Apocalyptic scepters borrowing the power of the Lighthouse and the Nibelungen at the beginning of the construction of the Lighthouse in the Holy City a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, it rebelled against the prophetic path pursued by the school of revelation, and after abandoning countless possibilities, it combined the power of the Holy Scriptures with a side door that focused on the fate of all things and led the fate of all things to the same end.

It can be said that its existence is a blasphemy against the school of revelation.

This alone is not enough to cause fear in everyone. According to the records, all those who have used it will be abandoned by fate, and all of them will not end well, and even future generations will be accumulated.

The prophets and cursed musicians of Tianzhu call this fatalistic power 'karma', and karma will eventually return to balance. If you want to leverage karma, then you have to mortgage your own fate.

It's a lose-lose game.

And for the Holy Spirit, the price to pay for using it is the complete annihilation of its own existence. Once the horn is sounded, it will be crushed into nothingness under the rebound of the Great Source and the strong pressure of the etheric realm, and the consciousness and self will dissipate between heaven and earth.

And the enemy is not destined to end well.

And at that moment, the horn was blown.