musicians of old

Chapter 844 The Return of the Order

The blood-red six-pointed star tower resounded with the crisp, high-pitched sound of a blade shattering, echoing across the sky. After the orchestra completed its first hammer strike, the ghostly arpeggios of the celesta and harp flowed out again, and the violins repeated the theme of "Looking Up to the Sky and Asking Questions".

Fan Ning gave the man in the wheelchair a cold look.

For the first time, the latter actually slowly stood up from the wheelchair!
They've finally stood up!

The others also showed expressions of horror, and even an instinctive sense of foreboding.

Fan Ning stared at him for a moment, then chuckled softly.

He slowly waved the blasphemous rhythm of the "Hymn of Darkness" and asked:
"Your Excellency Chief Historian, should I now address you as 'Mr. Wax,' or—"

"Mr. F?"

Within seconds, the young man, who had just stepped out of his wheelchair and taken a few steps, underwent some subtle and natural changes in his clothing and appearance: his low-cut gray shirt became a high-cut white shirt, his wrinkled tuxedo became a more crisp and shiny black suit, his tie appeared to have a checkered pattern, his short black hair had a softer, more styled curve, and the mustache on both sides of his lips became wider and curled up.

A very nostalgic and formal young gentleman's attire.

“That man’s struggle ultimately failed, almost failing in every dimension.” Mr. F shook his head with a look of regret, put on the top hat hanging next to his wheelchair, and then casually picked up the cane of a sluggish special patrol chief and held it in his hand. “Who will be next? Master Fanning, we meet again. I bet the next loser won’t be you.”

The man walked to a spot where a fragment of a "blade" was located, bent down, picked it up, and examined it.

“Scriabin.KI, right? My fellow countryman, with the same surname, is quite a genius in the mystical arts. The antidote ritual perfectly conforms to the principles of 'Ember,' it's incredibly ingenious, incredibly ingenious, especially the step of destroying the 'Blade's' remains—a stroke of genius! Master Fanning, Mr. Pogrerich certainly deserves a large credit for you.”

He kept praising it.

Exquisite? A stroke of genius? Conforming to the principles of "Ember"? Fan Ning frowned slightly upon hearing this.

No, that doesn't seem right.

The remnants of the artifact god placed at the center of the crimson six-pointed star are undoubtedly the core of the ritual execution. The "Blade" itself has already been destroyed by its own final hammer blow, so logically, it should be.
Fan Ning looked at the crumbling sky, where the magenta aurora and blue-green lightning flashed violently.

On the contrary, he felt that Pogrelic's performance on the steps had improved in some way!

His pace appeared slower, and he lingered even more intently on the final short stretch of height. Yet, illusions reminiscent of the "Chaotic Heavenly Staircase" began to appear around him: illogical, transparent staircases crisscrossed and reassembled as Pogrelicic walked.
As for the latter's overall physique, it has lost most of its clothing and facial features, becoming a collection of "Preroma" figures full of repression, control, and deterrence!

"A brilliant concept: the knight achieves his ultimate goal by destroying his most cherished sword, and the controller introduces the most dangerous element of rebellion into his territory to prove the secret that cannot be defied. Thus, the director tacitly allows his assistant to smash his weapon," Mr. F praised, before turning to sighs.

"Unfortunately, the underlying approach was wrong."

"Perhaps in the original design of the 'Exorcism Ritual,' there was a distinction between priority and reversal in the 0th history, but in the present form, there is absolutely no such distinction." "Because these remnants of the source gods, hehe. Apart from the 'Old Days,' which Sebastian made into something half-real, the rest are all 'fake.'"

"Fake?!" Fanning's eyes flashed.

He noticed that everyone's expressions were different.

The nameless angel still stood calmly not far away, its protective command posture unchanged; the other officers of the Special Patrol were in astonishment and doubt; Coselli, on the contrary, showed a welcoming demeanor when Mr. F stood up; Pogrerich and Guido Dalezo could not see it, but the Marquis of McAdam and Fanning seemed to have more similar inner thoughts—as if Mr. F's words had awakened something, something that had been vaguely confusing them before.
"History 0 has been reset. I have no idea what the seven witness items originally designed for the 'exorcism ritual' actually looked like."

Mr. F chuckled and pointed his cane at the charred corpse.

"Oh, you can ask Lord Guido Dorezzo. He's my senior, even more senior than Sebastian, a genius in our society! Your Excellency, do you remember him as the designer? Look, I doubt even he remembers."

"But within the 'Great Court School' of the Tulengarian Dynasty, there are indeed some extraordinary figures who, relying solely on a few terms provided by him and Sebastian, can conjure up a completely distorted and fantastical 'Artifact Source God'! Oh, Master Fanning, when he first started out, seemed to have shown some interest in researching 'Illusionary Human Secrets' for a while, but those are just minor tricks! The 'Illusionary Object Secrets' possessing the status of a Witness Lord are the real formidable ones."

"It's about time." Mr. F slowly finished explaining, glancing at the expensive pocket watch on his wrist as he swept his sleeve aside. "The keys are all here, and the ceremony should get back to its proper order. Mr. Koseli, have the substitutes you prepared arrived?"

A substitute? Fanning was pondering this. All seven fragments were missing one piece. How could he possibly carry out the ritual? Just then, he saw Koseli make a "raising a torch" gesture.

In that instant, Fan Ning felt as if some thoughts in his mind had been pierced through.

Several different images flashed before his eyes, including some unimportant people he knew in this life and some images from unknown times and spaces. They were like a steel needle strung together and stuck into Fan Ning's thoughts!

The collection includes a famous violin "without a matching bow" purchased for Hiran from Duke Tevan of Teorlein, an angel holding a violin on the west side of an ancient monastery mural, the Van der Saff collection with a macaw at the entrance, the Russian duke who was a "broker" in cahoots with the curator, and other items.

Thor's Ruby Bow, smashed to pieces!
"call out--"

Beneath Koseli's "raising the torch" pose, a slender afterimage shot down from the collapsing sky.

It was embedded in the center of the blood-red six-pointed star at the original location of the shattered "blade" wreckage!

A violin bow that looks like a knife from a certain angle!

“It’s barely usable for now.” Mr. F smiled approvingly, spreading his arms and pulling them in opposite directions. “Well then, things are back on track.”

The bow in the center of the six-pointed star, and the "old day" in one corner, were suddenly enveloped by two pale, swirling vortexes of light and shadow.

When the swirling light and shadow returned to their original state, the objects in the two locations were swapped!
The core area of ​​the altar is now the ruins of the "former days"!
The "anti-retrogression ritual" has turned back into a "disenchantment ritual"!!