musicians of old

Chapter 832 Apocalypse
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She really fired!?
The echoes of gunfire still reverberated through the valley, shattering the silence time and time again.

The Desert Eagle, emitting blue smoke, was carelessly tossed to the ground by Joan.

The smile on Leirich's face instantly froze into an ice sculpture.

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The valley fell silent for a few seconds.

“Look, it’s snowing.” Ruoyi finally spoke up.

She touched the cool substance on the tip of her nose, then looked up, reached out, and blinked.

Fanning also looked up.

"Yes, that's true. In our area, it's usually impossible for it to snow this month," he said.

"It's a southern city, but I know that it rains earlier in the north of China."

"Hmm, what about Germany?"

"It also varies by region, but it usually starts in December."

The two were actually chatting casually.

Tiny snowflakes drifted down from the sky, in clumps and clusters.

Then came a continuous sound coming from deep within the mountain.

Feeling dull, feeling crunchy, feeling contradictory, feeling uneasy.

Those ice layers, stretching endlessly and silent for thousands of years, had their delicate balance broken like dominoes, and the fissures in their capillaries gradually opened and spread.
"They're crazy! They're crazy! Run!"

Finally, someone shouted in panic.

"You can't run fast! You idiot! Find cover!!"

"There's nowhere to hide here! Run! Run!!"

The desperate yet contradictory cries of alarm suddenly erupted into chaos, and less than ten seconds later, the once bright sky abruptly darkened!
"boom!--"

People were still shouting, but their voices were completely drowned out by the roar.

First, on the north slope, the entire snowboard was like a piano lid being lifted, with tons of snow breaking free from the constraints of the rock bed and rising into a diamond dust storm hundreds of meters high!
Against the backdrop of this snow-white mountain landscape, the figures running and dodging are just scattered black dots. In their panicked escape, some people lose their footing and tumble, rolling like dice that have been thrown!

The snowstorm, carrying glacial debris, swept people like withered leaves towards the abyss!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sky suddenly grew even darker. The light, which was already difficult to distinguish between day and night, was now in a state of neither night nor dawn.

At that moment, Fanning felt the entire tower tremble violently, just like before an avalanche.

No, it's not just the tower.

Something is wrong with the whole world; it has entered a strange state, and from my own perspective, it's not a good state that's easy to understand. On the contrary, it can be said to have become gloomy and terrifying.

The sky was churning, and the small black humanoid dots that were flying toward the collapsing area suddenly accelerated their convergence, but became clearer in the field of vision. It could be seen that they were not "humanoid" at all, but "people," living people or corpses.

More and more floating human bodies gathered in the air above the "X coordinate". The collapsing radial area thickened, expanded and formed folds, gradually spreading and filling the entire sky like a garbage dump.

All the light and atmosphere of the world were boiling, the old outer layer withered and shrank, and the inner layer of radiant light kept blooming and overflowing. Accompanying the overflowing light were incessant roars and cries for help, from familiar people and unfamiliar people, the dead and the living.

The chaotic yet beautiful things that were presented forced Fanning to open her heart to them in an instant, squeezing out all her knowledge, even forgetting her own name, the name of this place, and the reason for standing here. After several breaths, Fanning gradually recalled everything.

Then, in the void above the cliff outside the circular ruins, he saw the phantom of another circular ruin.

The high platform at the top was also crowded with people.

He suddenly turned around and saw a third circular ruin on the other side of the cliff.

There are even more circular ruins next to the circular ruins.

Layer upon layer, nested shadows.

Are your eyes damaged? Are you seeing double or similar images?

However, their details are not exactly the same, their tremor frequencies are not exactly the same, and the people standing on the towers are different.

Fanning remembered.

A private screening room in a tavern, decorated with a romantic ambiance; blue-black packaging of nitrate film; the creaking of a turntable; the screen begins with a trembling, blood-red "Silence!"
The perspective from sitting up in bed and turning around, the unfamiliar and cramped room, the uneasy ripples on the surface of the world, the shimmering, iridescent exudate, He Meng's strange, inexplicable behavior.
"Look up this term."

“The door of Haustorium.” The colorful lights overhead in the screening room shone through the latticework, casting slowly rotating shadows on Hilan’s fair face.

"Do you have another 'way of looking at it'?" Fanning asked on the night he was questioned at the Santa Rambla headquarters.

“I don’t,” Mr. Wax shook his head, “because I am just an ordinary being.”

"you mean?."

“The Witnesses do not see it that way; they see the world as ‘noon’.”

"noon?"

"Yes, the basic laws that can summarize the essence of mysticism, such as the law of the transmission of hidden knowledge and the law of the entanglement of secret history, are also subject to and derived from 'noon'."

"History is woven together like braids."

"The possible is celebrated, the impossible is vilified."

"Interconnected, linked, countless points, like an array, like mineral crystals, an infinitely extending unit structure."

The last time I visited the ruins of the "Furnace" while the school of thought was still intact, I listened to Boulez tell me about the secret of "noon" and fell into a drowsy dream. When I woke up, I could only manage to describe these few words.

Regarding "noon".

Fan Ning understood a bit more now.

But what does "noon" mean?

Today, in this place, the Guiding School no longer exists, and Mr. Wax, Fanning has never seen him in such a strange state before.

This person's usual laziness has vanished without a trace, replaced by hysterical madness, or like a desperate gambler, gripping the armrest of his wheelchair tightly, his eyes almost bulging out, as if he were fighting to the death against something.

Fanning also confirmed that the other orderlies present felt a sense of fear at that moment.

The "malice" felt by Fanning as the torchbearer is similar: there is no specific thing to be found, but rather a holistic, conceptual feeling that seems to envelop oneself from the outside, yet also seems to be inside oneself. It is the person with low inspiration who is even more dull at this moment, feeling only bewildered and uneasy in the unusual atmosphere and colors.

"Karon." A voice came from behind.

"This last chat, whether it was a final message or something else, was probably not as leisurely and relaxed as the previous ones."

The voice had a fragmented, trembling quality, yet it struggled to maintain continuity. You could immediately find a realistic analogy: like pushing someone who hadn't had time to put on extra clothes onto a stage in a drastically cold weather until they finished reading a manuscript.

“You don’t need to be more pessimistic than me, Marquis.” Fan Ning, standing on the edge of the platform, opened his eyes. “I don’t think the world is over yet. The Director’s plan is not over yet, and I haven’t figured out where to add my own ideas.”

“The mortal realm is finished,” McAdam said, nodding as he struggled to his feet. “Back then, on the night of the Harvest Arts Festival awards ceremony, as I listened to the rankings and conclusions of so many artists, and then saw you achieve the miracle of sweeping all the medals, I had a premonition that the mortal realm was probably finished. Everything with cause and effect or a beginning, development, and conclusion would be replaced by a collapsing logic that mortal beings could not understand. Karon, I don’t know what state the world will be led to, but after that, in every sense of the word, please advise her to give up the idea of ​​advancing to the Order.”

“You mean Roy?” Fanning asked.

The Marquess of MacAdam's views and explanations at this final moment seemed to coincide somewhat with Vincent's concerns at the time.

"Yes, that child is actually very competitive, especially when it comes to catching up with your achievements. She's competitive, but she also wants to appear as if she's effortlessly keeping up. You probably don't know this, but right after she advanced to the first level of the Profound Understanding Realm, she eagerly sought me out for the follow-up keys to the 'Evolution' advancement path."

Fan Ning remained silent after hearing this.

"Being an Ordered One is not having an easy time. If it weren't for the immense pressure my school was under at the time, I wouldn't have forced myself to climb to that position. Look at them, look at me, passion poisoned, the true knowledge we consume—what it is from the higher realms—is completely unverifiable. The resurgence of the Anomalous Zone has begun; the 'Power of the Secret History' is once again tainted with a chilling terror, even more terrifying than in previous years. Pogrerich must be feeling just as bad right now, ha. Of course, that guy is on the pioneering path, with a bit more endurance, while I've stumbled into an abandoned road, where the situation is much worse."

"Bang bang——" "Bang bang——"

As he spoke, McAdam reached out and grabbed snails one after another from a nearby "hill" and put them in his mouth to chew.

As Fanning watched the snails infected with "double-disc fluke" being caught one after another, the hairs on his back stood on end. But upon closer inspection, he realized that the Marquis of McAdam was still standing in another part of the hexagram array, some distance away from him.

It's a visual misalignment caused by too many overlapping images.

Amidst the roaring sky, the remnants of the artifact gods placed at other points on the six-pointed star began to float up one after another.

"Symphony No. 6 in A minor is about the starry sky above, the moral principles within, and an irrepressible compassion and sympathy for human suffering, but its title is 'Tragedy'!"

"The first movement."

Fan Ning was no longer distracted by this. This time, "Old Day" was in the altar array. He chose to close his eyes and, with his bare hands, guided all the afterimages of himself in this world to start with the same hand gesture, conveying the prepared posture to all those who were receiving instructions in the unseen world.

"Keng!!"

At the same time, a deep yet sharp voice resounded throughout the tower.

The remnant of "Blade," located in the center of the blood-red six-pointed star array, suddenly rose into the air and hovered above everyone's heads.

The provocative beam of light tore open a rift in the sky, and all sorts of dark red, fleshy-looking things fell down in a flurry.

Yes, the entire writhing sky was actually opened up!