musicians of old

Chapter 906 Projection Shattered!

That tower
It was so far away it defied logic, so far away it was despair-inducing.

Fan Ning clearly remembered that after leaving the "Saint Lenia Classroom" and before tearing open his skin to enter the virtual world, he had specifically looked towards that place once.

The distance was already relatively close.

Is it because the spatial mapping relationship in the Honkai world is too chaotic, causing the location to change after exiting, and "randomly" ending up in a less than lucky location?
Or were the previous observations just hallucinations? Hallucinations stemming from a long period of madness and delirium?

Or is the current observation an illusion?
Or are they both?

Fanning stared intently at the thing standing at the edge of his field of vision, so small that it was like a blurry mark etched on a burning retina with the finest needle tip.

If you stare at it for too long, the layers of vibrant, flattened scenery seem to shrink and twist inside your eyes as if they have been burned, and your body, along with your cognitive level, feels like it is dissolving and dripping.

As more starlight was drawn from the lamp cavity, Fan Ning's face grew even more gloomy, and he became somewhat crazy and resolute.

No matter how far, we have to go!

If I don't go, what else can I do?
Pogrerich's control could only take effect once they reached the vicinity of the tower, if that was indeed the intention behind their initial conversation.

The invisible power of the "key" was pushed to its limit, cutting the surrounding scenery into tattered pieces.

Fan Ning's figure instantly turned into a fragment, trying to rush out!

"Ok?"

A heart-wrenching pain instantly spread throughout his body. He felt as if some parts of his body had dissolved into a "semi-liquid" state, now stuck and hardened in the spot where he stood.

The serene glow of the "Gate of the Midnight" flashed by in Fanning's eyes.

Divinity reignited.

"Stop."

A huge, clock-shaped shadow swept silently across the ground in front of them in a fan shape, quickly closing into a circle.

A deathly, stagnant darkness descended.

Within the shadow area, the bright green light instantly went silent. The twisted plants that were howling, the fleshy instruments that were opening and closing rapidly, and the pollen spores that were floating and swirling all over the sky suddenly slowed down by thousands of times, as if they had been trapped in the thickest ancient amber!

This is not a physical freezing of low temperature, nor is it a stillness of space and time. It is simply the physical manifestation of the "rest" and "free fermata" in the laws of music, which slows down the progress of the anomaly under the daytime!

Standing on the edge of this "dark clock disc," Fanning felt a sudden relief from the tearing pain throughout her body.

He rushed into the polar night region where the process of change had been temporarily "paused".

However, beyond the shadows, much more was still twisting and melting. Moreover, the edges of the "clock disc shadow" were still being rapidly eroded and disintegrated by the bright green moonlight.

However, it at least bought him three breaths and a narrow, fleeting escape route.

As soon as Fanning burst out from the opposite edge, the shadowy dial behind him completely collapsed, and that area began its grotesque dissolving process at an even more frenzied speed.

Fortunately, the "shelter" close to the skin still retained some of the coolness of the night brought by the "freedom extension mark".

Fanning continued running forward, taking advantage of the lingering sense of loneliness.

About twenty breaths later, everything roared in my ears again, my retina was scorched by the bright scenery, and that heart-wrenching feeling of dissolving and tearing returned.

The tower remains far away.

He could only activate the true knowledge of the "Gate of Polar Night" once again to draw out the next brief "silent zone".

again and again.

The distance has narrowed somewhat, and I'm not as desperate as I was at the beginning.

However, Fanning felt that in addition to his own divinity being consumed like water, the "thickness" of this sanctuary was also thinning and becoming transparent at an alarming rate under the extremely short daylight hours.

At this rate, there's no telling whether I'll ever be able to get close to the tower.
No.

Fanning gritted his teeth and decided to take back the "shelter".

But the pink barrier only flickered twice with elasticity, remaining firmly attached to his skin.

"Joan, what are you doing?"

"Don't cause trouble!"

Fanning uttered a few panting syllables.

"What are you doing? Are you looking for death?" The flute music that Qiong had transformed into was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, with only a dying, persistent will maintaining its final response.

Sure enough, she was rebelling against Fan Ning from the inside out, preventing him from taking back the shelter!

"Without the projection to help you bring out a portion of the 'rest' remnant each time, how frequently can you cast 'Gate of Midnight'? Step out of one 'dial' and immediately draw another? Can you handle it?" "I have to handle it even if I can't."

Fanning responded coldly.

"Don't cause trouble! Let me take it back!"

He did have an element of showing off, but he was genuinely anxious.

Even with the residual mysterious atmosphere of the "sanctuary" as a buffer, he could feel his divinity being rapidly depleted every twenty breaths when he used the "Gate of the Midnight" riding technique, and the lamp in his arms dimming a little more each time.

However, if he were to face the gaze and illumination of the "Midday Moon" directly in broad daylight, he would have to expend his divinity every three to four breaths! He had already unpreparedly consumed most of it when he escaped from the Void Realm, and now, over such a long distance, it was truly unbearable!
However, what if this increasingly thin "shelter" really suffers some irreversible mishap?
Let go!

"Joan! Let go!"

Fanning roared.

"Are you stupid?!" he even said without thinking.

“Carol, everything is meaningless. Only you and your ‘starlight’ are real.” Joan’s voice was almost dying.

"Let go!"

"Let go! Let go! I want you to let go!"

Fan Ning felt dizzy and kept shouting.

But he couldn't change the other person's mind.

It can only trace the dark, still dial again and again.

Time and again, they reclaimed a tiny, insignificant stretch of that extremely long escape route.

The tower was getting closer.

"boom."

Finally, at a certain moment, a soft sound was heard, like a bubble bursting.

Like the last withered leaf falling from the branch in winter.

Fanning felt a sickly, scorching light instantly envelop his back, and the pinkish-red light membrane of his shelter completely disappeared!

The "grand historical projection" of the South has shattered!

In the deepest recesses of her consciousness, the girl's persistent flute playing abruptly ceased, like the final electrocardiogram!

"Joan?"

"Qiong!!!"

Fanning's calls went unanswered.

At that moment, all the frantic roars, howls, and surging sounds in my ears dropped to an icy level, and the air was filled with only one kind of silence—a chilling stillness that had been completely erased!

It was Joan who brought herself from the deadly collapse after "noon sunset" to safety.

Now, the last thin, peach-pink barrier of the "grand historical projection" of the South, which coexisted with her, has turned into specks of light and dissipated into the suffocatingly thick air!
The last link to the world of yesteryear has been severed!

An indescribable, excruciating pain, as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out, instantly pierced Fanning!

A torrent of despair, anger, and boundless emptiness instantly shattered the dam of reason that Fan Ning had been struggling to maintain. His knees buckled, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His vision blurred due to the sudden moisture, and something gripped his throat tightly!
Why... why is it like this again?
Luna from the South, Miss Nightingale, and the projection of Master Lückert that was ultimately preserved—now Joan—
Collecting these "starlight" rays, traversing the virtual world and the surface, is it merely to continue witnessing more people disappear before our eyes?

In those two seconds of Fanning's breakdown, the starlight threads in the "Night Watcher's Lamp" were pulled away from above as if they had broken free of their reins.

Soon, even more core brilliance will be swallowed up!

"Everything is meaningless. Only you and your 'starlight' are real."

In her final moments, Joan could barely make out this sentence, which Fanning clung to in her mind as a final memento.

And so, at that moment, a thought, both chillingly cold and utterly rational, like ice rising from the bottom of an abyss, pierced Fanning's consciousness:

"It's not important anymore."

Yes, who cares about the last projection of the South, or the last connection with Qiong!
For a world that has rotted into a mess, a world that two victorious extremists both hope to "revert" to, nothing else matters!

Yes, call back.

The organizer? Hehehehehe.
It really is meaningless.

From the time that was stuck at "noon" to the time that was about to be prepared for "noon", under the premise of what was about to happen, the deaths of others, the loss of even Qiong and the projection of the Southern Kingdom, the grief at this moment and all the efforts and sacrifices on the escape route were all meaningless!
Only I still have "starlight"!