The horn sounded.

Heralding the dawn.

From every mouth, every eye, every void, there was a blazing fire. Under the roving puncture of dozens of silver nails, countless fires spilled and fell on the demonized flesh and blood, burning vigorously.

Until finally, there was a muffled crackling sound.

The ball blew up and broke.

Flesh and blood splattered like sticky rain from the sky, casting a shocking dark red over everything.

In that dark red, several figures walked slowly.

The young man at the head bent down, picked up the silver nail on the ground, took out his handkerchief and wiped it clean, and put it back in his backpack.

He looked covered in blood, as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood, but his hair was pure white, like burning pure silver.

At last, he raised his eyes, looked over, and looked through the vision, saw the man hiding behind the door, and stepped forward.

"Open the door. ”

The tired young man knocked softly on the door, and a hoarse voice came from outside: "I am Ye Qingxuan, Anglu's representative, and there are Miller and Casper brothers outside." ”

In the position, everyone was still palpitating, and they looked at each other.

Some hesitated to open the door, but others screamed.

"Don't open it! Who knows if it's real or not!"

In an instant, the hand that opened the door seemed to touch the soldering iron, and quickly pulled it back.

There was still a shocking trail of dark red blood on the door and on the wall—the grim mark left by the last faceless grace who had entered.

Is it open or not?

If it's fake, then ...... Can this position suffer another loss?

"What if it's true?"

"Really, it's all like that outside, can anyone still play music in the abyss!

"But ......"

"Gotta get rid of them quickly. ”

Some people's eyes turned vicious, and they touched their musical instruments: "If you let them stay outside, who knows what will be brought over......

Everyone looked at each other hesitantly, whispering. arguing about the identity of the comer, but for some reason, he subconsciously got farther and farther away from the door, and did not dare to approach.

And in the dull silence, there was only the unhurried knock at the door.

It's like a hammer beating on everyone's heart.

Over and over.

to the end. Someone looked behind him with hesitant eyes: "Colt ......"

"Let's go. ”

The musician who closed his eyes and pondered lowered his eyes, stroked the wooden staff that was lying across his lap, and said lightly: "Whether it's true or not, wait for them to come in." ”

"But ......"

"I said, open the door. ”

Colt glanced at him, "Or are you still skeptical about my abilities?"

The man obediently shut up and stopped talking.

It can be said that all the survivors here were collected by Colt. Even this position was set up by the Rock Iron Academy, and if it weren't for him, I'm afraid that all the people here would have been wiped out.

Soon, a gap opened in the gate of the position, and the musicians who had been waiting for a long time rushed in.

Immediately afterward, the door closed, and everything was swallowed up in silence.

In the silence, everyone's eyes converged on those figures. They looked embarrassed and covered in blood.

I don't know what happened along the way. One of the chists had just entered the door when he fell to the ground, exhausted.

Soon, however, someone exclaimed.

For in the bosom of that musician, a gentle light lit up.

The copper mountain was suspended in the air, like a soft sun, dispelling the gloomy and cold aura.

What remains in it is the fateful chapter of 'Ajni'. The chapter of fate that turns into fire can bring destruction, but it can also drive out darkness and bring life.

It's like there's a light in the darkness.

In this piece of land transformed by abyssal music theory, a piece of soil of order has been propped up. The fissure-strewn positions have stopped crumbling, and there are even faint signs of repair.

They finally understood how these men had survived the abyssal territory outside.

After seeing the copper mountain, Colt's pupils shrank slightly. Thinking of the huge pillar of fire that rose into the sky half an hour ago, he vaguely guessed the whereabouts of Shan Miao.

It's just that he didn't expect that Samu would die so soon.

Although he was regarded as a great enemy in the trial, in this dangerous environment, the death of Sam Miu is outright bad news for everyone-

On the ground, Miller took a half-day breath before he got up.

But soon, he noticed the way everyone looked at them, and the hostility that was faintly in the air.

Several musicians had surrounded them without a trace, occupying a vantage point, with faint aetheric fluctuations emanating from their bodies. An apocalyptic musician walked up with an ether orb in his hand:

"I'm sorry, please cooperate, don't resist. ”

Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at him indifferently. The Revelation musician subconsciously took a step back and swallowed and foamed: "This—this is a necessary check. ”

Ye Qingxuan ignored him, just skipped the musicians who were on guard, and looked at Colt:

"Which song are you going to sing?"

"At times like these, you have to be careful. Colt looked at him, "We're risking the demons getting in and we're going to have to be a little sincere." ”

"Don't scare them, Colt. Ye Qingxuan sneered: "It's true or not, can't you see it?"

Colt was silent, he looked at Ye Qingxuan, who was surrounded.

He was still the same as before, but the original gray cloak had been dyed crimson with blood, and it was covered with scorch marks, which looked shocking.

I don't know why, he thinks there is something about Ye Qingxuan...... It's changed.

But he couldn't tell.

The silent staring soon ended, and Colt waved his hand and motioned for all the surrounding people to go down.

Ye Qingxuan put down the heavy backpack, moved his muscles and bones, sat in front of Colt, took out his pipe, and filled it with tobacco: "Do you mind?"

Colt motioned for him to be casual. Just ask, "Is there anyone else out there?"

The boy bowed his head, lit the flame, and after taking two deep breaths, exhaled cyan smoke and a hoarse sigh:

"Of the six positions left by the masters that could be used as refuges, only here are the people. He said. "Others, there are two places that have ......"

He was halfway through his speech, paused, and said no more. But he naturally understood what Colt meant.

Somebody stayed in both places, and now, of course, they're all dead.

All that remains is the mess.

"Do you have any news here?"

Ye Qingxuan asked in a muffled voice, "You know what I want to ask." ”

"'Praise to Perdition', the musician group under the command of the Dark Lords, the leader is the Holy Spirit-level fallen musician Crowley, and the inheritance is the music theory of 'Paganini'. Dark canopy, you saw it, right? That's what the saint's ********scepter looked like back then. It is known as the abode of demons......

If I'm guessing correctly, the Black Musicians wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to convert all the Romulus into the Dark Race.

It's like a moon spirit and a half-dragon. Anyway, they were eroded by the Dark Earth Mother back then, and they themselves have demon blood, so they can be said to be demon reserves.

They didn't do it back then, they were going to leave a nail in the human world before the fruit ripened. Now they can't wait for the day when the fruit will ripen, and they are ready to forcibly catalyze. ”

Colt said coldly, "If you see a cocooned Romulus along the way, you'd better kill them quickly." Otherwise, by dawn tomorrow, those guys will all become demons.

It's a pity that the Holy City is too soft-hearted. Didn't start to clean up this group of variables sooner. ”

Ye Qingxuan listened, smiled weakly, and just nodded:

"I see. ”

In the silence, only smoke rose.

"What about the masters?" Ye Qingxuan asked, "Still can't be contacted?"

"There's no news yet, I'm afraid I'm trapped in the deeper realms of the dark canopy. There's nothing we can do. Colt said: "There is still a position here, and we need to gather all our forces to defend this place now."

It is impossible for the Holy City to be unconcerned about Auschwitz, especially since there are so many masters here, as long as the Holy City reacts, we can be rescued. Just get through this while. ”

"Defend here?"

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes to look at him: "The black musician has noticed this." When they finish cleaning up the rest of the place, they will go back and concentrate on dealing with this place, and they can't stop it.

To stay here is to wait for death. ”

Snap.

In the silence, there was a sudden chaotic sound, and a frightened musician knocked over the water glass. In the eyes of everyone, he hurriedly picked up the water glass.

"Sorry, sorry......"

But everyone looked at each other, where could they take care of his apology?

"Ye Qingxuan, don't be alarmist. ”

Colt's voice was grim: "Anyone can criticize, but those who dictate things are often the most unrealistic." Do you have a better way than this?"

"Go to the dungeon. ”

Ye Qingxuan suddenly said: "The gate of Hades can still be repaired......"

"Do you know how far the dungeon is from here?" Colt sneered, "Are those black musicians going to let you into the dungeon?

Even if you go into the dungeon and get caught in the urn, what's the difference between it and here?"

"I know of a secret room. ”

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "The secret room left by the Yellow King. ”

As soon as the word was spoken, the dead silence came.

Colt was like a thunderbolt, his eyes that had been lowered turned up, staring at Ye Qingxuan deadly, and subconsciously clenched his wooden staff, and the green tendons collapsed, as if he wanted to crush it.

"You're ......"

Everyone looked at Ye Qingxuan in astonishment, and even Miller didn't expect that he would find a secret room in the dungeon that didn't exist there.

"Holy fire, everybody forgot about it. ”

Ye Qingxuan said, "There are a total of twelve gods in Romulus, but there are only eleven in the main hall, and there is one hidden in the secret room, which is Mercury, the god of travel and messengers, and there are clues left by the Yellow King. ”

Colt pursed his lips and sneered softly after a long time, "I see, I'm one step behind after all."

It seems that the Romulus people chose you? I really didn't expect that old ghost of Caligula to think so highly of you...... Unfortunately, you can't save them. ”

Ye Qingxuan was silent, as if he hadn't heard, but under his burnt sleeves, his fists were clenched. (To be continued.) )