musicians of old

Chapter 845 Escape
"Director." "Mr. Director."

Seeing that the situation and the plan seemed to have completely reversed, the Special Patrol Bureau's subordinates couldn't help but feel worried and anxious.

"Koseli, you conspired with the 'worm' just to do this, that's just as stupid." A cold laugh drifted from above.

A huge cyan signature stamp suddenly appeared from behind Koseli, exactly the same as the one on the official knowledgeable person's certificate.

Pogorelich has made his move.

His personal situation does seem to have been unaffected in any way!
The means and the status seem to have undergone a more subtle qualitative leap. Koseli's divine projection as an order executor was directly branded with paper-cut-like holes, leaving him with no chance to avoid or resist!

His entire figure staggered forward.

The next moment, several strange "mysterious chords" sounded, and a colorful halo surrounded and engulfed Koseli's projection.

Mr. F also made a move.

“Praise be to the pioneers.” Koseli, pale-faced, bowed in thanks.

“I am somewhat limited in this abundant spacetime, but I know that your Spirit Hidden Discipline Society has made greater contributions to the mortal world than before,” Mr. F said with a smile, raising his hand to fill the holes in Koseli’s body with a pale mud-like substance.

But in that instant of raising his hand, Mr. F was unable to dodge the knife mark that Pogrelic suddenly slashed down from nowhere.

"Pfft-"

His well-built body, dressed in an expensive formal suit, was cut in half at the waist, with blood and intestines spilling out onto the ground.

"Our friend Mr. Koseli seems to have had a rather good relationship with you, in a certain withered history as a Russian duke. It's just that in the 'noon' formation, there's no point in doing this alone, Your Excellency."

A special patrol chief spoke up the next moment.

He took a few steps forward, and his voice and appearance smoothly transitioned into those of Mr. F.

"Chief, be careful!" "This person isn't dead!" The other subordinates were shocked and warned sharply.

"Oh, no need to pay attention to or worry about the one up there."

Mr. F seemed completely unconcerned about Pogrerich's impending ascent, which made Fanning and his men from the Special Patrol even more astonished by this dangerous individual's unusual pursuit.

"He seems to be in pretty good shape right now. If he really wants to advance to the Witness Lord, creating his own key is the only method that's barely worth considering, and smashing his own weapon is an even more brilliant idea. However, he'll definitely be disappointed once he finds out what's up there. Well, that's a story for another time."

Mr. F then turned to Fan Ning and asked, "Master Fan Ning, do you have 'The Secret Realm of Apocalypse' in your possession? Is my humble work to your liking?"

Fan Ning did not respond; the initial shattering of the "Gate of the Moon" was altering his spirituality, bringing about a more thorough and fundamental change.

He propelled the final movement of the piece forward, unfolding amidst gloom and destiny. Since that fatal blow, all the melodies seemed to have risen again, regaining their positive energy and vitality.

Mr. F seemed unconcerned, just as he was unconcerned that someone at a higher position was climbing even higher. The next moment, he quite enjoyed following the shooting point to admire the artwork, and then turned to look at the nameless angel beside him:
"Tsk, Sebastian's eye for talent is not bad. His partner's son, an unconventional artistic genius, initially I thought he would keep the '1' that you worked so hard to obtain, but he doesn't seem to care much about my 'Apocalypse Secret Realm' and just threw the '1' away."

"Then, I thought he would use the '0' brought out from the lighthouse to compose the prayer for this final song, but he didn't. He actually chose '-1'."

Mr. F sighed and then squatted down in front of the charred corpse:
"Lord Guido Dalezo, you must be quite shocked too, how could the 'Hammer Without a Master' still be able to hold up a line of percussion notes in the score? Heh, this is indeed a 'Hammer Without a Master'!"

"This is truly shocking!"

"Then wouldn't the Nehemiah family, who possess the merit of 'divine revelation,' be in a similar situation?"

At the Seminary of Mertramuseum, atop the cemetery hill, everyone knelt before the reliquary, exclaiming in awe of the glory and miracle.

That young clergyman in their family, the Fanning scribe, unexpectedly, he actually deciphered Guido Daleto's posthumous work!

He had truly and thoroughly understood the profound mysteries of acoustics and theology, language and poetry, divinity and spirituality, and even the historical cycles and celestial movements in "The Discourse on the Obscure"! As a result, according to the will, the formal custody of the relics would be established and permanently belong to the Nehemiah family!
What does this mean?
An unshakeable legitimacy, the complete abolition of tithes, the power to build a vast cathedral, and countless audiences and offerings.
Soon, this amazing news will spread throughout the Vatican!

The status of the Nehemiah family will rise dramatically from this point on, undergoing a more fundamental leap and consolidation than ever before!
Joan, who was also kneeling in the front row, had a flurry of thoughts running through her mind like a sudden whirlwind. How could she, as the current head of the family, not have thought of the things that others could easily make? But this state only lasted for a few seconds before a thought mixed with joy and gloom forced her to stand up quickly.

"No, Fanning...we need to get back to the monastery right away!"

She ran wildly down the steps.

She knew about the doctrinal differences between Bogre and Fanning. Logically speaking, no matter how much trouble Fanning caused today, as long as no fatal consequences occurred for the time being, even if he was imprisoned, the opening of the sarcophagus could overturn his case! What she feared was that...
The hand of the person next to "Miss Nissimi" was suspended in the air, and the figure in purple had already disappeared below the horizon.

"Click!" First came a dry, muffled sound.

When everyone looked up, they saw black lines suddenly appear on the surface of the sarcophagus. These lines crawled and spread, gradually taking over the smooth surface with their roughness and jaggedness. Then, large pieces peeled off, and finally collapsed into a rectangular pile of ashes.

"Boom!!" An even louder explosion followed.

This time, the sound came from a distant direction, and the cruel noise poured directly into everyone's ears!

In the monastery, amidst the flames, Fanning shook off the dizziness, took a deep breath of the scorching, choking air, and refocused his gaze.

Just now, using the last wisps of spiritual power he could control through music, he focused several beams of light on the weakest point of the red-hot chains.

The row of stakes, which had long been tilted and collapsed, snapped in response!

The others were tied to relatively smaller frames. They stumbled and fell to the ground, but quickly got up. Before they could speak, they gave Fan Ning a grateful look and ran away as fast as they could.

But Nancy's stake was the biggest and tallest. She fell heavily to the ground and cried out in pain. Seeing this, Fan Ning didn't care about anything else. He grabbed her thin arm and pulled her up by force.

"Get 'em!"

The roar of the disciplined cultivator was already ten steps away. If it weren't for the dizzying world and the cracks everywhere on the ground, he would have rushed up in the next breath. He first threw several spears that gleamed with cold light.

"Shhhhhhh!"

Fanning pulled Nancy through a narrow escape, then looked around sternly.

The inferno was raging, and the cracks were like a net. While it wasn't impossible to move an inch, the best escape routes were almost completely blocked.

Fan Ning could only watch and flee. Strangely, the music in the choir had not completely stopped. After the hallucination of "distraction" and such a major setback, the music resumed with a fighting pace. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the sacred music he had composed or some other related piece.

"Send a team to circle around and block him there; he can't escape!"

The monk's angry roar essentially cut off the last possible escape route.

In his desperate situation, Fan Ning's mind drifted to his sister's study and the scroll of Mertraun's Water Vein Map!
"We have no choice but to gamble."

During the journey by carriage, he had tried his best to memorize the secret nodes of the underground water veins in the scroll. Now, those complex lines, like a spider web, were struggling to appear in his mind!
The ancient Roman aqueduct did indeed have a section that passed under the square, and he was selecting locations to see if there were any that were even remotely close to it!

"there!"

"That guy went to a place where there was nowhere to go!"

The encirclement by the disciplined monks tightened further.

"Hold on tight." Just as things were about to turn around, Fan Ning's gaze suddenly fixed on the back of a small pyre.

He grabbed Nancy's shoulder and leaped into the air at the nearly two-meter-wide, jagged crack!
The two figures vanished instantly!
Everyone stood there, stunned.