musicians of old

Chapter 881 The Messenger of the "Snake"

"what!!!!"

The sudden and terrible turn of events triggered a cacophony of ear-piercing screams from both the stage and the audience.

The sound was very realistic, but the visuals remained largely unchanged. The audience stood up and applauded, many waved, and those taking photos on stage were all smiles.

Apart from the woman who had her head exploded and fell to her knees, a pile of red and white things splattered on the smooth wooden floor.

"The Divine Descent Society?" Fan Ning asked calmly.

"The Descent of God Society is no longer called that. The orthodoxy of the 0th History has returned at 'noon': the Mithraic Church."

A neutral, indistinguishable sound descended from the ceiling of the symphony hall.

At his feet, a fan who had just won a high-value "New Year's red envelope" was laughing excitedly. In the instant his throat opened and closed, a few faint, pale, thread-like things flashed by.

"Playing tricks." Fan Ning scoffed.

The fan's body, along with his clothes, burned to ashes, but his laughter continued to gurgle like gears stuck in a lock.

Fanning strode across the stage, surveying the entire symphony hall. The backstage space began to fold and stretch, with irregular protrusions appearing on the walls, as if something was about to burst through. The sweet, rotten smell in the air instantly became even stronger and more pungent.

The anomaly was no longer limited to the "audience." He suddenly saw the shimmering silver flute in Joan's hand, its surface seemingly flowing with an oily, iridescent light. And within the patterns of Roy's deep red evening gown, the shadow of some soft-bodied creature seemed to writhe in sync with the undulations of the patterns.

The two girls' movements gradually became stiff and repetitive, like broken wind-up toys, and their bright smiles froze into an exaggerated and terrifying mask-like shape!

"Is it interesting?"

Two gleaming golden "whirlwind arrows" pierced the girls' chests in the next second.

Blood gushed from their chests, and their bodies slumped to the ground.

If this method were used to disrupt Fanning's mindset, it might have worked in the past.

But the "antidote for the night" has already been taken and is working.

The whole world was led to an "incurable" state by Fanning himself. In terms of darkness and evil, who hasn't died at his hands?

“Although nightmares and reality are intertwined in this generation, disturbing the silent dead is also a sin.” Fan Ning continued calmly, but the divine pressure from the creator of the key was already emanating from him. “Koseli, right? You’d better step forward, or when I drag you out, you’ll be torn to pieces and thrown into the river to be sacrificed to the souls.”

The one who could pull off such a feat right under Fanning's nose and couldn't be resolved so quickly must be another Ordered One. After thinking it over, Mr. F and Pogrerich are trapped in the "X Coordinates," and the strongest member of the Descent of Gods Society should be Julian Coselli, the former Saint of the Spirit Hidden Discipline Society, who was further promoted after the "minor victory."

Sure enough, after being named, the neutral, indistinguishable voice no longer concealed itself and reverted to its original characteristics.

"Hehehe, don't misunderstand, it's the 'Old Musician' Fanning! The great Romantic 'bell ringer'! The composer of the 'Apocalypse' Symphony in A minor!"

The person's voice was distorted with excitement.

The echo wall of the symphony hall continued to fold and stretch, its irregular protrusions pulsating like living things, but what permeated it seemed not to be pure malice, but a scalding, chaotic passion.

"The 'Old Days' are destroyed, but your connection with them remains profound. You are our mentor in interpreting and reconstructing the 'Illusions'! We...we have been listening! Listening to your most magnificent symphony about the end—this moonlit world you created with your own hands, just one step away from the 'ultimate new world'!" "Master Fanning, 'Musician of the Old Days'! Your art, your very existence, is the deepest understanding of this world! Back in the Western Continent, at the Round Table Conference, I had some misunderstandings and clashes with you, but facts have proven that your 'Apocalypse' symphony is a prayer that can be exchanged with the 'Apocalyptic Secret Realm' to fulfill the rituals of the path! This shows that no one understands 'wormology' better than you, and your words are also the apocalyptic voice awakening them from their slumber!"

As Koseli offered his heartfelt worship, the "Night Watchman's Lamp" in Fanning's hand trembled slightly, uncontrollably.

Inside the lamp cavity, the starlight that had been rotating in an orderly fashion began to exhibit subtle, mutually repulsive collisions and frictions between the individual beams.

"boom."

Fanning strode off the stage, then raised his hand again and used a bright light to blow open the head of an audience member.

The last few sentences Koseli said were spoken by this person.

The splashing of liquid on the seats made the joyous scene of the "New Year's Concert" seem even more eerie.

Koseli's voice still echoed in the hall.
"You're unaware of it, aren't you?"

Fan Ning sensed and discerned for a moment, took a few steps, and then raised his hand again.

"boom!!"

Another listener collapsed in response.

A pale golden beam of light connected the two audience members, drawing a continuously lit, scorching line across the audience area.

The scene amidst the bloodshed was profound; Fanning was using the wisdom of the "Gate of the Moon" and the principle of "connection and attraction between concepts" to probe the person's true location.

“Master Fan Ning, I am here to pay my respects as Mr. F’s envoy. You agreed to speak with the ‘department head’ who doesn’t understand art, so how much more so should I do with a sincere colleague who truly loves and understands art?”

"I came here at Mr. F's behest, mainly to tell you three things, three points."

A chubby, cute little boy in the audience spoke up to Fanning.

A burst of intense light immediately erupted from that round face.

"The first thing is to express a friendly attitude."

"With the ferventest anticipation and the warmest sincerity, we welcome you to ascend the tower once again!"

"Actually, it shouldn't have been me, but Mr. F who personally greeted us. However, we are currently short-handed and unable to handle everything. Reconstructing a temporary 'phantom' is a very troublesome matter, especially the part about the 'past.' Fortunately, as you know, your 'Night Pilgrimage' is full of love and devotion to music, which has given us a lot of inspiration and insights."

Koseli explained sincerely and with reverence.

"Bang!" "Bang!!" "Bang!!!"

Fanning continued walking.

One after another, fine heads exploded, some burned to ashes, others were pierced by arrows. Sometimes they were audience members, sometimes they were performers on stage.

Throughout the magnificent symphony hall, confetti continued to flutter and fall, splattering red, black, and white viscous liquid everywhere—on the seats, the floor, the stage, the walls, the instruments, and the music stands!