"Is this an expected failure?"

Naberis, who watched the bustle, crouched next to him and whistled, "You've finally made a mistake too." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Aren't you the one who keeps telling us to keep a low profile?"

"Even if I fail, it's not a big deal. Paganini replied lightly: "Anyway, the big picture is settled, isn't it?"

"It's better to be like that. ”

Naberis shrugged: "You know how important this opportunity is for us. ”

Paganini did not speak.

For a long time, the dark world has been full of chaos.

People often regard black musicians as being on the same path with demons, evil gods, and natural disasters, but even if they are on the same path, there has never been less disputes between them, and even in order to exercise power, there has never been less war.

As soon as Paganini entered the abyss, he stood tall among the ministers, alongside the natural disasters under the command of the Hundred Eyes, but he never really took the lead.

The main in the abyss has always been the dependents and subordinates of the Hundred Eyes—those natural disasters, demons, and even half-dragons, moon spirits, and iron gnomes, and so on.

After the fall of the Hundred Eyes, the abyss split into many forces, and there was an unknown amount of friction between them in order to compete for dominance.

But for some reason, among the many existences, only Paganini's 'Abyssal Sages' have been recognized and have the best opportunity.

This is the turnaround of the black musicians.

If he can prove his ability, then he may not be able to get the support of the dark ministers. But if they fail, I'm afraid these black musicians will only be able to be thugs and cannon fodder in the abyss in the future.

"To be honest, I'm curious, how did you convince those dead brains?"

Naberis gestured to the outline of a large head on his head.

-- Those 'big heads' infused with an unknown amount of consciousness and abyssal elements, and the humanoids that were incarnated from the demons by the Hyakmu himself, devoured many dark human natures, these cunning and dark demons were revered as 'Abyss Sages'.

They exist like the cardinal churches of the Holy City, giving advice and organizing the abyss.

After the abyss fell apart, they had mastered all the secrets and powers left behind by the Hundred Eyes. Now that the dark ministers can unite, they are naturally indispensable for their promotion.

But everyone was curious: why did those big heads choose Paganini......

"It's simple. ”

Paganini said lightly: "I told them: from the beginning, it was a mistake. ”

Naberis was stunned.

"Hundreds of years ago, the Abyss began to seep down from the Aether. But all the while, all the time it was called God's will, and I told them it was a wasted effort. ”

Without any consideration, Paganini denied the will of the Hundred Eyes, which made Naberis gasp: "How dare you say it." ”

"Isn't it?"

Paganini asked, "Humans cannot fathom the will of the gods, and the gods have never understood humans."

The human perspective is so small, so small that it is difficult for that behemoth to understand. Even if the Hundred Eyes surrendered their identities and made a clone of the original Dark Pope, trying to understand humanity, they still succeeded.

Humanity has never been in the hands of the gods—too big for humans. Humans are too complex for the gods.

Humans have no way of comprehending the existence of gods, and gods will never pay attention to so-called mortals.

Dominated by the vain and vast divine will, it will never be able to succeed in the small material realm.

So, there's only one thing I've convinced the Abyss Sages to agree to - let the humans try it themselves.

It's not a demon, it's not a natural disaster, it's a black musician, it's us who used to be humans. ”

“......”

Naberis fell silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "Do you want to compete with those natural disasters for the dominance of the abyss? Let the black musician dominate the dark world......

Paganini glanced at him, "The plan went better than I expected, didn't it?"

"But there will inevitably be hiccups. ”

Naberis picked up the broken crystal, weighed it in his hand, and sighed softly: "A crystal that can be used to infiltrate the saints has stirred up the will of the kings to remain in the depths of the ruins...... This trick is really skillful to play to drive the tiger and devour the wolf. He's afraid he didn't know anyone was doing it until now. ”

For Paganini, who created the theory of flux, what he is best at is the silent interference and distortion of things, both for music theory and for personality. As long as he is given a tiny gap, he will be able to corrode and assimilate the human will and music theory from within.

Mutation music theory is also a dangerous tool created on this basis, it may be useful and has many forms, but once you get lost in that infinite change, sooner or later it will be eroded by the change, lose yourself, and become a part of it.

And when the user discovers this, he has already fallen into the mud and cannot extricate himself.

It was with this skill that he was able to raise a litter of black musicians under the nose of the Holy City, and in the end, he pulled half of the musicians of the Holy City into the abyss together, and even the Pope did not notice any clues in advance.

It's a pity that he touched a nail in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"I have tried to distort his will through the kings, but it seems that he has never had the slightest fear of the primordial kings, and will never allow others to interfere with his thoughts. ”

"I warned you that you were in the wrong place. ”

Naberis shook his head: "He's much better than me, at least, the bottom line is clear." ”

Paganini was unconcerned about his frustrations: "I can't succeed, but the Holy City can't do anything about him." He was destined to be an outlier under the rules, a freak who would sooner or later shake the foundations of the Order. Even if I don't make a move, the kings will never allow people like him to be promoted in the ruins, and the Holy City will not tolerate him sooner or later.

Sooner or later, he will have nowhere to stay, and where will he tolerate him but the abyss of generosity?"

Naberis didn't speak, just leaned against the cold stone bricks.

Close your eyes and listen to the melody.

In the stale voids of the dark ground and the pungent smell of moss, there was only a dim glow of fire, and in the distance, a low voice echoed.

Click...... Click...... Click......

Click! Click! Click! Click!

It's like rotten wood being cut by a guillotine, like a dead branch being trampled on, but it's like ...... Something is eating, gluttonous, devouring the supreme delicacy.

As a result, even the sound of chewing sounded so moving.

"It tastes so good. Paganini was full of envy.

Click, click, click......

In the flickering candlelight, the mottled frescoes on the dome were illuminated, the ancient vessels that had been discarded on the ground had long since been broken, the bronze swords were rusted all over the place, and the ancient crowns were long since covered with dust.

The faint light cast a distorted shadow on the wall, and it was vaguely discernible that it was a figure prostrate on the ground, a freak leaning over and munching like a vicious dog.