"Until now, you still refuse to give up, do you think there is any reliance and hope in your heart?"

Paganini seemed to have made up his mind to torture him to death: "Even now, do you still think someone will save you? Don't dream, Ye Qingxuan, that little girl has already been burned to the ground, do you want her to wake up again and call you? Or ...... Are you waiting for him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man was thrown in through the door.

Immediately afterward, a streamer returned, merging into Paganini's body.

In an instant, the black feathers flew away, and Paganini's emaciated body was draped in a robe embroidered with blue gold threads, decorated with stars and roses, and the truth of the sacred scriptures was depicted on the robe. After falling into darkness, it is covered with a layer of darkness and becomes gloomy, without any loss of solemnity and mystery.

- The Cloak of Original Sin!

But what surprised Ye Qingxuan even more was the young man on the ground who only had half a breath left, dying, and embarrassed.

Wolf flute?!

He almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Originally, Ye Qingxuan was still waiting for him to come to the rescue, or go to the Knights Templar to move the rescue soldiers! As a result, in the blink of an eye, the wolf flute was beaten like this! Big brother, what about the majesty of your new scepter!

"Ahem, they're shameless! Six people hit me for a ......."

The wolf flute made an embarrassed sound, looking helpless and annoyed: "Say yes!"

"Why are you so unreliable?" Ye Qingxuan wanted to cry without tears: "From the first time to now, why can't you help every time, big brother!"

"Who said that?"

The wolf flute was furious, and he looked aggrieved: "Didn't I give you a whistle!"

Whistle...... Fuck the whistle!

It's okay not to mention this stubble, but when Ye Qingxuan mentions it, he can't help but get angry: "I've already blown it, okay!

Hearing him say this, the wolf flute was overjoyed.

"You've blown it, that's good......"

Ignoring the harsh melody in the darkness, he lowered his eyes.

Calculate the time.

It's time to come......

"--Lord. ”

In the frozen sky, a hoarse voice groaned.

Thereupon. Above dozens of huge iron whales, there was a reverent melody of praise.

In the clear melody, countless priests closed their eyes and chanted softly:

"That I may be your peaceful son, and I may see your presence in the place of hatred. ”

The light of holiness sprouted out of their shells and merged with one another. Above the pitch-black iron whale, it was as if the light from heaven lit up. There are countless of them, like stars in the night sky.

Above the red-hot Iron Curtain, there were also stars shining.

The solemn praises of countless people echoed here.

They prayed.

Sing.

"Make me your son of peace, and sow your light in this place of darkness!"

It was as if dozens of huge Mithril bells were ringing, and a deafening roar spread. In the roar, the light is like a sea, filling the sky. At this moment, the sky is like an upside-down sea of light. In the ripples of countless water waves, the iron whale groaned and played a sacred melody.

In the dark scorched earth, in the floating city where time stood still, echoed in the light like the sea on the heavenly dome.

Countless priests bowed down before the emblem and solemnly praised:

"Make me your peaceful son, and in forgiveness we will be forgiven. ”

Between heaven and earth, that moment. There was silence.

All that remains is the initial hoarse voice chanting, announcing to the whole world. Pronounce the only and supreme truth in this world:

"We receive it when we give, and we enter into eternal life when we die!"

In the midst of that hoarse chanting, the majestic and solemn sacred music finally reached its climax. The Iron Whale let out a long roar one after another, and it was the roar of countless pipe organs embedded in the Iron Temple.

In the belly of the iron whale, in the vast steel temples, the hues of lapis gold and black iron set off the eternal silence and solemnity.

Hanging under the Holy Emblem. All the priests knelt down in front of the emblem and prayed in prayer.

And just below that emblem is a huge pipe organ embedded in the iron wall. The avid musicians work in groups of three, but they work together as if they were one heart and mind. Playing the six-tiered keys that are several meters wide.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg!

Beneath the nimble fingers, complex melodies emerge into complex commands.

The keys flicked, pulling a myriad of gears, levers, springs, and delicate components, causing the organ, which occupied half of the iron whale and hundreds of cubic tools, to exhale red-hot steam and roar.

Majestic water vapor and whale songs gushed out of the organ's pipes, thus creating a frenzied tide and waves in the sea of light.

In the sky, the upside-down ocean slowly changed.

Among the dozens of iron whales, between the vague perfect circles, it was like a lotus flower blooming from it. Countless rays of light overlapped and fell, extending downward, frozen in mid-air. Faintly shrouded the entire solidified city.

The blooming light lotus is so huge, but it looks so quiet, as if it gathers all the good things in the world, so that all lost souls can rest in peace.

"Lord Bane, the 'Requiem' ritual has been completed. ”

In the central temple, the priest with the sword half-knelt in front of Bane and said solemnly: "The power of the Holy Spirit has been assembled in the Holy City, and the 'Gate of Heaven' will be opened here by your will!"

"--Please, order!"

Behind Father Bane, Colt stared at the heavy, unsheathed sword in his hand, a look of ecstasy in his solemn expression.

Gates of Heaven!

That's the gate of heaven!

An artifact forged by three generations of popes, the sword of the successive Red Kings, and the legend of slaying one of the seven dragons of calamity!

In the prophecy: it will open the gates of heaven on the final battlefield of the decisive battle between humans and natural disasters, "Armageddon", purify 666 natural disasters, and completely destroy the evil gods of the hundred eyes and that battle!

He bowed his head, bowing to this majestic power, not even daring to look at its unpretentious blade.

That's the light!

He could feel that it was the first ray of light that opened up chaos in the mythical place of creation. Just looking at it is enough to stab one's own eyes. Destroy your own perception and completely vaporize yourself as a mortal born with original sin!

In the eyes of everyone, Bane's hand was only a simple long sword made of black iron, without any decoration or speciality, and there was no sign of the great significance and solemnity it represented.

Now, everything is ready. The melody of the requiem resounded between heaven and earth.

The gates of heaven were about to open, but Bane remained silent.

His expression was cold, neither fanatical nor excited, but he held his sword in his hand, as if he were bowing his head in meditation, motionless as iron.

"Lord Bane. ”

After a long time of no response, the sword priest looked up at him suspiciously: "Your Excellency, your order?"

Bane didn't speak. He just looked up in silence, staring out the porthole, at the huge city frozen in the sky, his eyes silent.

Five minutes to go......

There are still five minutes left before the time agreed with Ye Qingxuan.

But there was still no sign of success, no sound, only a dark eruption of the spring, which was about to envelop everything.

Five minutes to go......

He withdrew his gaze. Hoarseness:

"The time has not come. ”

Colt was stunned, and he looked up in astonishment. Staring at Bane's back, his eyes changed in an instant, and finally a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, this is an order from the Holy City!"

Colt stepped forward solemnly: "The Cardinal Church is waiting for your reply, please make a quick decision. ”

"I told you. The time has not yet come. ”

Bane replied indifferently: "It's up to me to decide here, you don't need to say much." ”

"The time, now, it's the last chance!"

Colt raised his voice and glared at him, "Lord Bane, are you going to sit back and watch the abyss swallow Auschwitz completely? Don't delay and do it as soon as possible!

Or ......"

He paused, and there was a hint of evil in his awe-inspiring expression: "Do you want to sit back and watch the situation deteriorate beyond control for your own personal reasons?"

"What are you talking about?"

Bane lifted his eyes, and there was something in those brown pupils, cold as iron.

Colt subconsciously took a step back, and in an instant, in a trance, he felt that something was about to be cut off on the head, like a sword of divine punishment. But immediately, he showed a sneer:

"You think I don't know, and among the people who landed there, there's your adopted son, right?" he grinned, and said the name, as if to chew it into ten thousand pieces between his lips and teeth:

"--Ye Qingxuan!"

"You've ignored the Templars' orders by assigning a full-fledged musician to the expedition team in an attempt to earn credit and honor for him, and now, as the situation has deteriorated, you've made mistakes again and again, and you've sat back and watched things get out of hand, ignoring the bigger picture because of your own selfishness!

What do you want to explain this, Lord Bane?"

Bane was silent, his expression still indifferent.

Just look at him.

The eyebrows were like swords, and there was a faint cold light flowing, as if the sword was roaring angrily in the sheath.

Being looked at by that look, Colt's face was pierced white, and immediately, he clenched the holy emblem in his hand, as if the holy emblem could give him infinite strength, and slowly lifted it.

"On behalf of the Papal Chamber, I order you, Commander Bane, to activate the gates of heaven immediately without delay! or ......" he showed a grim look: "Otherwise, I will report to the Cardinal Church now and deprive you of your command!"

The emblem was held high and hung in front of Banne, as if it were under the weight of a thousand pounds.

"Presumptuous!"

All the Templars who were guarding around were in an uproar, pressing their swords and stepping forward, looking at Colt with a chill in their eyes.

"Stop!"

Bane growled, his lips pursed and his shoulders trembled, as if he were pinned down by the emblem that represented the oracle, unable to move.

After a long time, he lowered his head, and his voice was hoarse:

"I respectfully obey the oracle of His Holiness the Pope. ”

He closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry. ”

He whispered.

Little leaf, I'm sorry.

In his hands, the gate of heaven slowly lit up and let out a long low sound.

But at that moment, the gate of heaven shook suddenly, as if sensing the arrival of something.

Immediately afterward, the sea of light set off a violent wave.

In the observation of the naked eye, layers of huge ripples spread out of thin air and spread in all directions. It was as if an invisible weight was pressed down from above the heavenly dome, tearing through the scorching red iron curtain and falling downward.

With just a snap of a finger, a huge sea of light was cut through, revealing a huge void, and behind the void was the primordial darkness of the universe.

Something, from heaven!

The Stars Are Falling!(To be continued.) )