musicians of old

Chapter 736 The Only Chance

"Shh! Shh! Shh!—"

Three overlapping crisp sounds of sharp blades were heard, followed by the crackling sound of stone breaking, and the pillars of the golden stone lamps broke.

In the nightmare with the world spinning and logic discontinuing, Fan Ning felt that his senses were completely abnormal and mixed up, just like he had suffered from sleep paralysis in his previous life!

He tried his best to curl up in the blind spot of the scabbard's spiritual vibration.

The broken parts that were gushing out stone chips were the broken parts of the stone lamp, but the pain was actually happening to Fanning himself. He felt his nails and elbow and knee joints begin to peel off, and then he felt some sticky liquid with the melody of Gregorian chant pouring out of his "ears"!

“Remember the prisoners, as though you were bound with them.”

The dream of bright lanterns was about to be shattered, the long-robed figure of the nameless saint disappeared, and a huge, strange and terrifying human-faced sun reappeared in the sky.

More than twenty compound eyes expanded from the star, and sparks fell as eyelashes fluttered!

“And remember those who are mistreated, as though you also were in the body.”

When the secret teachings were recited, thousands of molten gold chains grew toward the ground and transformed into a cage-like mesh of light that blocked the view before one's eyes.

Poglelich simply continued to move forward, stepping on the ring of sharp blades.

But every figure that stepped out was unable to "take away" the figure that was originally there.

Every figure in the state of history is chained to a relatively past moment!

"Mr. Director, why do you have to reject my request?" The nameless angel sighed again, "After all, although there are many conflicts between the Special Patrol Office and Master Fanning, they are all minor and insignificant, or there is still room for negotiation. The most important thing is nothing more than those few pieces of artifact source god debris."

One of the beams of light from the human-faced sun was directed at the young man who had been silent in the corner. "Master Fanning, although these ritual objects are of extraordinary significance, even comparable to life, for a genius like you, as long as you can have a little more time and freedom for artistic creation, and have one or two more works preserved in the world, wouldn't it be more valuable?"

Fanning seemed to be standing in the back just fine, but in fact he was almost driven insane by the chaotic divine atmosphere around him. Fortunately, he also learned some lessons and experience. As long as he didn't spy and think too much about what the paradoxical scenes were, the horrific illusions around him would not be so terrifying relatively.

Hearing that the nameless angel was asking about him at this time, Fan Ning forced a laugh.

Originally, he wanted to express his gratitude to the other party for coming forward.

But I also feel that since things have reached this level, there is no need to be polite.

Besides, it’s not certain who is thanking whom.

As for what the saint said, it would be the best situation if we could really wait until the celebration comes to an end and then make long-term plans.

However, it may be difficult for this powerful enemy ahead to change his decision.

The many previous contradictions were indeed too deep-rooted to be reversed.

"Hahaha, I'm fine with it. It's a big holiday." Fan Ning wanted to make himself seem relaxed, but the voice coming out of his throat was completely hoarse at this moment, "But you should also do it within your means! If you offend the authorities too much, hehe, your church's future business will probably 'violate the rules' at any time."

"The fifth generation of the Light-Bather has been born." The nameless angel shook his head and smiled, "What happens next doesn't need to be worried about by an anonymous person who is about to retire!"

This person seemed to be talking to the two people, but also seemed to be muttering to himself: "His day has not come but will come, my day has not passed but will pass, we, and Janus believe that he will make a plan soon. Ahem, my mission and remaining energy is to maintain the current situation in the Holy City and ensure that the righteous who is lifted up by the people from all sides and praised by those who bathe in light are not bound."

Fanning was unable to respond to him because after speaking those two sentences, his spirituality had more or less interacted with the outside world. He felt like vomiting again and his mind was almost torn apart by the visual paradox.

He could only suppress his rising and uncontrollable thoughts once again and bury his mental tentacles under the chaos like an ostrich.

At the last moment of "closing his eyes", the image that remained in his eyes was that Pogorelich had been torn and cut into fourteen double images with different front and back distances as he walked.

The figure in the front was becoming increasingly distorted and transparent. "Mr. Director, please consider my suggestion. As long as Master Fanning can come up with a strong guarantee and cooperate in finding the wreckage, wouldn't that make everyone happy?"

The nameless angel tried to stop him while still trying to persuade him. However, seeing that the other party did not respond, he could only sigh heavily, and the pupils on the sun suddenly shrank to the size of a needle!

Liquid scripture symbols began to flow out from the light columns that penetrated from top to bottom!

"Why is light given to a man, since his way is hidden, and the Lord has surrounded him on every side?"

The torture was like a proverb, with layers of illusions overlapping and echoing.

Suddenly, fourteen light-cast cages fell towards Poglelich's figure from different dimensions of time and space!

But the opponent's "Ashes" skill was still sharp and concise, and the empty scabbard burst out with a sharp edge again.

Lift up and chop down.

Take a step forward, still slashing upwards and chopping downwards!

"Crash!!"

The azure blade light penetrated through the light cages of different time and space, and the crisp shattering sounds mixed together.

The barrier made of molten gold chains withered and collapsed in an instant, and the huge phantom behind it, as big as a church window, also cracked!

“Have you ever thought that the other side of courage is the stupidity of pointless confrontation?”

As he slowly put away his knife, Poglelich spoke indifferently.

His fourteen fragmented and suspended figures suddenly merged into one.

"Clap."

A heavy drop of dark golden blood condensed and dripped from the tip of the sheath of the "Blade" wreckage!

The techniques of suppressing with force and persuading surrender are both superb skills of "Jin".

The human-faced sun hanging high in the sky oozed out a trace of terrifying mucus, and the figure of the angel in plain long clothes on the ground once again appeared illusory and transparent.

"But this is the only special opportunity, Mr. Minister."

"Otherwise, if it was before or after, I'm afraid there would be no way to stop you!"

Although he suffered some minor injuries from this round of fighting, the nameless angel's aura seemed to be well preserved, but his whole figure looked more haggard and sad.

"This special opportunity is a miraculous grace, the complement of the Trinity, the breakthrough of the sixth level of the Order, and the fact that you and I are still in the area illuminated by the 'Glorious Wheel'. I am still 40% sure that I can keep you for a relatively long time, Mr. Director."

Fanning, who was in the corner, was secretly shocked when he heard this, and he also had a more accurate understanding of Poglelich's terrifying strength!

He played the role of Lavoisier and preached to the congregants, bringing the gospel of "Endless Fugue" and "God's Theme". These bonuses that nearly doubled the strength of the clergy were obviously also bestowed on this unnamed saint or angel. But even so, coupled with the blessing of the "Wheel of Glorious Light" altar, with both being at the sixth level of the Order against each other, his chances of winning were only 40 to 50 percent?

This is the last private land of the church! If we leave this area, or...

"And if we don't seize this opportunity and let Mr. Director step out of the Holy City, or if the remains of the 'Blade' are in your hands, then our chances of winning will be even smaller, cough cough cough."

As the nameless angel sighed softly, the sky burst into an even stronger light again, and the solar prominence emitted by the "Glorious Wheel" almost engulfed the battlefield!

The horizon was torn and bulged in several directions.

The "chain" and the "colored window" that had been split before were not only restored, but more and more of them were standing in front of them one by one!

These colorful windows that extend infinitely forward divide the space into narrow areas.

It also reflects the surrounding people and scenery into all kinds of bizarre and tortuous scenes, and it seems that it will never be possible to cross and reach the other side!