musicians of old

Chapter 836 The So-Called "Price"

"Boom!! ————" A scorching wave of air rushed into my eardrums.

On the top of the circular ruins tower, all the sheet music scattered on the ground burst into flames!
"!? What do you mean?"

As Fan Ning was guiding the music, he spoke in a deep voice, and the gazes of hundreds of conducting afterimages in the world turned to him.

Just a few seconds ago.

These personnel from the Special Patrol Department began pouring barrels of gasoline onto the ground, and then, with a "click," Mr. Wax in his wheelchair struck a match.

The latter traced a faint parabola across the sky.

Then, like a circular shockwave, the flames started from a point near the center of the six-pointed star and spread throughout the entire tower in an instant!

"This is the price."

"The cost is incalculable."

Mr. Wax stared intently at the sea of ​​fire he had ignited.

The cost? Incalculable? Fan Ning's brows furrowed as he stared intently at the flames dancing on the musical score.

It seemed as if they were trying to discern some illusory scene that transcended time and space behind the flames, smoke, and distorted air before them.

From the basic mystical principles of general esoteric rituals, "burning" symbolizes the transformation and sacrifice of spirit and matter.

For example, throwing a piece of parchment with one's own name on it onto a candle flame signifies one's willingness to offer inspiration for the upcoming ritual.

And what we see before us is this massive fire.
"To lay out all the works of this old industrial world, encompassing scores from all periods, styles, and genres? And then to set them all on fire?" Fanning murmured to himself.

What does this imply?
If the "disenchantment ritual" has already occurred in some point in history, then what was the corresponding price in that time and space?

"Its pause occurred at noon, its number of keys was three, its number of witnesses was seven, and its price was countless. Ah, on the surface, the 'number of keys' should not yet be complete, but the ritual has already begun."

Pogrelic gave a mocking chuckle.

"That means the 'keys' are all there, and the rebels are all there. Master Fanning, it seems there are more 'intruders' among your peers than you imagined."

His gaze wasn't just on Fanning, but also swept over Koseli, McAdam, the Unknown Angel, and others.

There's even a wax figure.

There was even a charred corpse.

Fanning did not respond.

Fanning's attention was constantly focused on conducting the Sixth Symphony, while another part of him was still trying to dig, interpret, and confirm something from the sea of ​​musical scores and documents.

It's about secrecy, about stance, about what one wants to protect in this conflict.

"You seem to have almost complete confidence." Only the nameless angel from the Holy Sun Church stood with his hands behind his back in the sea of ​​fire, calmly replying.

“Forty percent.” Pogrerich glanced at the angel who harbored ancient secrets.

"With such a low chance of victory, yet remaining unfazed under the 'Great Terror' overhead, the secret history you have created is indeed one of the most brilliant chapters in the long river of the new calendar," the nameless angel sincerely praised.

“The power to break through the impasse cannot ascend the ranks without being at a disadvantage.” Pogrerich, his tuxedo fluttering in the wind, smiled calmly and turned his head to begin taking mysterious steps around the “blade” ruins in the center of the tower, following a “miniature six-pointed star” trajectory!

Ripples in the air were created by his footsteps. Pogorelich's figure rose higher and higher with each step!

At the same time, an even greater change occurred in the sky above.

The pile of collapsed, "junkyard"-like things had completely turned into a dark red, minced meat texture, and was clearly "pressing down" at an extremely low distance.

"What's going on? What exactly is that thing?" Fanning's attention was finally drawn to this even more mind-numbing scene.

Yes, as Pogrelic climbed step by step, the entire sky inexplicably seemed to be pressing down in the opposite direction!
Or, to use a more accurate description, it is "thickening and bulging" downwards.

The distant view of the sky, with its previously vibrant and lively colors, seems to be gradually becoming polarized.

As the contrast gradually increased, Fan Ning suddenly felt that her eyes could not adapt for a while, just like after being in the dark for a long time, she suddenly stared at a large area of ​​high-powered color TV spotlights.

The magenta aurora and blue-green lightning flashed intensely in his eyes!

"Why does it suddenly look so bright!?"

"Hiss."

Where am I?

At some point, and after some time, Fan Ning suddenly instinctively curled his right arm, because he felt uncomfortable from the blinding white light and wanted to shield his eyes with his hand.

The twitching of his muscles as he curled up, along with the pervasive sense of isolation around him, made Fan Ning realize that his entire body seemed to be deeply encased in something cold and loose!
"Plop-plop-"

My heart is pounding.

Besides the sound of a heartbeat, there was also music.

Somehow, it seemed as if the whole world was echoing with the slow, decomposing chords of the double bass.

Against this backdrop, a long and peculiar andante melody in E-flat major flows quietly, both warm and sorrowful, comforting and melancholic.

Isn't this the song "Andante" that I wrote on a whim?

The secondary theme's sound floats dreamily, enveloping Fanning in a dark space from the bass horn, clarinet, and flute. Then, the original theme is reinterpreted in the horn section, briefly radiating love and warmth.
The sound of the French horn was warm, but the actual physical sensation around it was icy cold.

Ice? Snow?
"No, no, I'm doing this now."

Fan Ning finally snapped out of her daze.

Our mountaineering team had previously experienced a terrible avalanche!

Due to the obstruction and interference of the local strongman, Leigh, the two sides could not reach a settlement and Joan fired her guns one after another. In the end, everyone was buried in this terrible disaster!
The final scene shows him pulling Ruoyi to the ground, the two desperately clinging to each other, but they can only hold on to each other chest to chest for a few breaths before they are separated in the chaos.
Thinking back to this place, Fan Ning initially dared not make any rash moves. All his climbing tools were gone, and he didn't know how deep he was buried. If he struggled wildly, he would probably sink even deeper.

However, after trying some small movements with his hands and legs, he found that the snow covering him was not very dense, and could even be described as rather soft.

No wonder I neither froze to death nor suffocated, but the probability of such a massive avalanche is indeed quite strange and hard to understand.

"The others."

Fan Ning didn't dare to waste any time. First, he rolled his legs and arms around to compact the snow on his left, right and below him.

After clearing more room to maneuver, he began digging up the snow.

Not long after digging, a black metal block hit Fanning on the nose with a "bang".