musicians of old

Chapter 735: Sixth level of execution?

Four o'clock in the morning brought dawn, and the next moment, Fanning saw a stronger light bursting out from the sky!

The cemetery in the distance was illuminated in a molten gold color like blood plasma. A strange and terrifying sun slowly rose along the earth's veins!

Fanning felt that his retina was instantly burned with honeycomb-like scorch marks. He instinctively closed his eyes, but found that it was useless.

The diameter of that "sun" was more than five times larger than the one we see daily. The inside of Fanning's eyelids was now branded with light spots cast by the solar corona. They formed a set of facial features that resembled a human shape!

In its flowing and burning pupils, the secret teachings of the "Enlightenment Sutra" rotate from time to time, as well as the nested multiple rings of solar prominence strips similar to the interior of the "Glow Wheel"!

"Blessed is the man who gazes at the light, for he walks on long steps, for he sees the wheel."

A deep male voice with heavy echoes resonated out from the clouds.

Not far in front of Poglelich, no more than twenty meters away, there was a canal that ran horizontally through the outskirts of the village.

Something like a flood drainage channel, common in rural San Pereto.

According to the normal stride of a human being, it would only take about ten breaths for you to walk up to it and step over it.

But as the sound from the sky rang out, the height of the drainage channel seemed to be infinitely raised, and a semi-hidden upward staircase appeared in the middle of the gravel ground that was originally under the feet of the two people!

It's like the skylight pavilion in a cathedral.

Countless strange lights sprinkled around the two of them, interweaving in light and darkness!

Fanning, who was trapped by the invisible threat, had no choice but to follow Poglelich, but the stairs leading to the canal seemed to have become a fascinating place that extended infinitely upward and was infinitely fascinating!

"Blocking the passage?" Poglelich in front suddenly laughed, "Is this a decision made after careful consideration of the consequences?"

"Mr. Director, you have the power to enter and exit any territory, but I'm sorry. At this time, I really don't recommend that you take Master Fanning away. At least during this Harvest Art Festival, I don't recommend that you take Master Fanning away from the Holy City."

The low and old voice came from far away and seemed to be slowly descending.

Fanning's eyes lit up.

really!

The nameless angel of the Holy Sun Church!

It seems that my previous guess, which was 60% to 70% certain, was correct. This unnamed angel should be able to sense the activities of the two people within the holy city, and there is a possibility that he will come forward to negotiate!

Fanning couldn't help but feel some hope in his heart.

He knew the strength of this nameless angel. Among the Enforcers, he should be stronger than Mr. La of the Special Patrol Office and Saint Ni Ni of the Southern Continent, and must be far stronger than the Marquis McAdam who was promoted not long ago!

And more importantly, within the boundaries of the Holy City, there is a special mysterious variable - this unnamed angel can manipulate and call upon the power of the altar or the "Glorious Wheel" of the Secret Realm that has been passed down from ancient times by the Holy Sun Church!

"Is it an application? Or is it against the organization?" But Poglelich just asked calmly.

At the same time, take a step directly onto the stairs.

"Boom-"

As if a sonic boom tore through the air, several beams of light around him suddenly solidified into blades, shredding more beams cast from above into sparks.

Fanning, who was forced to peek into the confrontation between divinity and true knowledge, felt extremely uncomfortable. The paradoxical scene of extreme distance and extreme nearness, reality and illusion overlapping made his stomach cramp!

Step two, step three!

When Pogorelich took the third step, he made an "imaginary" motion of drawing the sword from the scabbard!

Pull away! Upward!

The movement was as simple as using a paper cutter to open an envelope.

A green gap suddenly appeared from bottom to top, running through the entire illusory staircase. Cut down again!

Fanning felt that his perception of "left" and "right" was directly cut off. This entire wilderness covered with dead grass and woodlands fell apart in his mind like a glass window!

"I wish my situation was like the previous months, like the days when God protected me." The nameless angel's prayer sounded more solemn.

The steps of paradox were broken into pieces, and spots of light fell to the ground, making a crisp and chaotic sound like a communion bell, bouncing like marbles!

The divine pollution at the level of the Order-Executor made Fanning suddenly feel uncomfortable and unable to control himself. With a "wow", all the red wine he drank at the dinner was spurted out!

In the end, there was nothing left to vomit, and clear, transparent golden liquid began to gush out of Fanning's nose and ears. He even suspected that it was some kind of cerebrospinal fluid!

The shattered light spots collapsed together with Fanning's shadow - this waking world had been directly pierced by two powerful men of high status, and then even the asphalt-like dark moving substance overflowed!

The illusory steps leading to the canal were gone, but at this moment, on the boundless horizontal surface, the moving matter condensed into evenly spaced cross imprints, and then above some of the imprints, golden stone lamps rose.

A blurry figure appeared beside the canal ahead.

His long plain robe reached down to his feet, and he had a golden belt tied around his chest. His hair was like snow-white wool, and there was a gleam of the blazing sun in his eyes, and his feet looked like bright copper forged in a furnace.

But unlike the last time Fanning saw him, the face of this nameless angel seemed older, and the projection of divinity seemed more difficult to grasp.

Moreover, there were several fine cuts on the hem of the left arm of the plain long gown, and the "cloth" with holes hung down softly.

"The sixth level of execution?" Poglelich said lightly.

"Mr. Director, the ditch ahead is the boundary line that leads out of the Holy City. I sincerely ask you to let Master Fanning stay for the time being."

The whispers of nameless angels seemed to come from all directions, and the stressed syllables in the sentences resonated in the folds of time and space.

A strong man who was asked by the other party as "the sixth level of execution" actually used the word "request" in his words.

"At least, I am also a member of the discussion group and the second-ranked member at the round table meeting." Finally, the nameless angel sighed softly.

"I'll give you a chance to report." Poglelich looked at him quietly.

"According to the discussion group's rules of procedure, even if we want to deal with an artist at the 'Forging Lion' level, we need to initiate collective decision-making." The nameless angel's tone seemed a little tired. "The rules were originally advocated by the Special Patrol Office. The director came to the Holy City in a hurry and took the person away in a hurry. I am not sure whether he intends to deal with him, but it should be so!"

"As the origin and orthodoxy of serious music and many art schools, on the eve of the Harvest Art Festival reaching its final seven-day celebration, on the eve of Tristan and Isolde creating a spiritual explosion for the world, the director intends to make Master Fanning disappear midway, which really leaves Janus with an unsolvable problem that he cannot explain no matter how he tries."

"Is the report over?" Poglelich glanced at him. "So, make way?"

This "application" made to the other party seems to have been rejected.

Or maybe what Poglieri meant by "listening to the report" was really from the perspective of the leader of the discussion group, simply giving an opportunity to report, which had nothing to do with his taking people away from San Pereto.

The nameless angel shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Even for the merits of enlightenment within the church, Master Fanning's chain of theaters has also been a great boon. If he really died in the sea that day, it would only leave a regret, and it would take a long time to deal with the aftermath. But unfortunately, there is no Master Fanning now, who has already lived in Waldstein in the Holy City and is conducting at the Bayreuth Theater. My church really has no way to avoid it and no way to retreat."

Poglelich said "hmm" and nodded calmly:

"Sometimes, if you disobey the organization and the organization is tolerant, you don't necessarily have to die. But if you choose to directly stop me, you must expect to die."

He spun around and swung his scabbard, drawing a semicircle!

The viscous imprint of the surrounding migrating matter began to vibrate faintly.

Danger and power are intertwined, and the blue arc of light left in the trajectory of the scabbard begins to condense into a hideous solid circular blade in the air!