In the hill behind the Vienna Conservatory, in a small cottage shaded by trees, the notes beat again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The first thing that sounded was the piano.

Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong......

Compared to the time on the banks of the Rhine, the music was not loud at all, and was even confined to the grove and did not spread.

Successively, violin, bagpipes, reeds, trombone, cornet, bass drum, snare drum, triangle ...... A wide variety of musical instruments were played.

The air trembled, the notes filled the air, and the entire grove turned into a sea of music.

The sound of music is sometimes grand, sometimes low, sometimes broad, sometimes congested, sometimes tragic, sometimes joyful......

It's a whole orchestra playing, playing a huge symphony.

Countless notes spread throughout the woods, and every inch of the air trembled, as if the air was going to be shattered.

The music is beautiful, but it's extraordinarily long.

The last note rests.

Burst.

Zhang Ang spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground on his knees, and held on to a big tree next to him, panting incessantly......

After a long time, he reluctantly stood up and hugged his fist towards the small villa not far away: "Thank you, Monsieur Beethoven." ”

With that, he dragged his steps with difficulty and walked outside the academy.

......

By the time Zhang Ang returned to Berlin and returned to the small bungalow, it was already midday.

Looking at Zhang Ang, whose face was extremely pale, Albert's eyes showed worry: "What's wrong with you? Who are you fighting with?"

Zhang Ang waved his hand: "No, I just went to Vienna to listen to a concert by Mr. Beethoven, which is regarded as exchanging martial arts experience with each other, not fighting." ”

"Monsieur Beethoven......" Albert nodded, "Do you need healing?"

"No, time is running out now, I still have to continue the retreat......" patted Albert on the shoulder, Zhang Ang smiled: "Wait for me to come out." ”

With that, he went up to the second floor again, went back to the bedroom, and closed the door.

After dealing with the internal injuries a little, Zhang Ang entered the Xuanwu Hall again and thought quietly.

Sure enough, there is still a gap between the strongest and the title-level supreme......

It's still too difficult to block all of these attacks......

Beethoven is a sonic martial saint, good at group attacks, but he is not known for his sharp attacks, and he can't block his attacks, and the other opponents will only be more difficult......

The "Piercing Male" has that sharpshooter in his hand, and his speed is unparalleled, and the winner is often only in an instant, dealing with this kind of target with high attack and fast speed......

Since the "Sword Master" in England is the strongest person who proves the Tao with a sword, and he is now the second in the world, from the analysis of the sword momentum of the "Silver Knight" Gao Wen, his attack must be even stronger!

As for the "Pope" St. Paul's crown, his iron fists are on the right path, since he can fight all over the world invincible, beat the British "Sword Saint" to the heart, and voluntarily swear, it must also be Wei Mo can be ......

And my knife ...... Still too weak......

Thinking of this, Zhang Ang closed his eyes again, and forty-nine huge relief statues once again appeared in his mind.

The golden-armored god roared again, riding the dragon to fight hard in the nine different heavens and earths! Countless demons, strange beasts, and monsters surrounded him, but he was like a huge sun, blooming with a thousand rays of light, and burning these ghosts and spirits to the ground......

Falling from the Nine Heavens to the First Heaven, and then from the First Heaven back to the Nine Heavens, his martial will did not weaken for a moment, and the infinite battle intent burned in him, burning all the evil in the palace in the Nine Heavens and Heavens.

"God of War Catalogue" is the ultimate martial art that is completely driven by unparalleled battle intent!

Although the martial will shown on the forty-nine relief statues is somewhat different, their essence is still the fighting spirit of the unknown "heavenly god"! The martial will that belongs to him alone, fighting the heavens and the earth, and fighting everything!

On the last forty-ninth relief statue, it was with this boundless battle intent that he shattered the void, broke his fate of continuous reincarnation in the Nine Heavens, and entered a new world!

Fighting spirit......

Zhang Ang sighed, he knew that he might have the courage to fight for his life in times of crisis, but he was destined not to have the monstrous fighting intent of the "god".

What has always supported him to persist is not the goal of getting stronger, not the pride of fighting the heroes of the world, nor the fantasy of immortality, but just the desire to go home and return to Earth.

However, after a few days of traveling, Zhang Ang understood his true intention.

I'm going home, so, I'm going to be strong!

This is my fighting spirit!

Once again, the faith was strengthened, and the long retreat began again.

......

Time flickered, and half a month passed, during this period, the envoys of the Holy See went to various places one after another, not only big and small countries, top forces, but even some medium-sized martial arts academies, and the smaller martial arts forces also received the big red gilt invitation and obtained the qualification to send people to participate in the god ceremony.

The Holy See does not hesitate to pay any questions, as if it does not mind how many people will come at that time, Vatican City will not be able to live, whether there will be people making trouble, whether there will be people who will stop the Pope from being crowned a god. It was as if they were at least trying to spread the news of His Majesty's imminent canonization throughout the continent, so that as many people as possible could witness the spectacle without the slightest fear of the dangers that might occur.

During this period, one after another, some academies or forces that are far away from Vatican City, or some whose forces are too small and are worried that they will not be able to grab a good position at that time have already sent representatives to the Vatican first.

Moreover, the vast majority of these large and small forces are high-level party leaders, and they are all subordinates, or the most powerful subordinates or disciples of the sect, all of whom are the essence of an academy or force.

After all, such a grand occasion as a martial arts god is not something that can be seen casually, this is a rare opportunity in a thousand years! Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance to enlighten and understand one's own martial arts, it is worth it!

Of course, in addition to these academies or forces that received the invitation, most of the others, nobles, warriors, and even commoners, also got this astonishing news from the huge propaganda in various parts of the Holy See.

As a result, countless nobles were ready to go, wandering warriors rushed to set off, and even some low-level warriors who were not very well-off, but had a yearning for martial arts, also began to borrow money from relatives and friends to raise travel expenses, intending to try their luck at the Vatican.

All over the mainland, there were countless trade routes with money or debts, winding or straight trade routes, major roads, and small roads, all of which appeared in groups of more or less, single or group viewing processions. Their goals are all very clear, they are all Italy, the country within a country wrapped in Italy, the first martial arts holy place in the whole continent, the headquarters of the Duji Martial God Cult, the holy city, and the Vatican.