musicians of old

Chapter 930 "An Irreversible Mistake"

The French horn solemnly played the "Illumination Theme," which resonated with Father Liszt's tenor voice, creating a double counterpoint.

The music's hue rises three times in a clearer direction, before steadily transitioning to the tonic of E-flat major.

"He 'admired the Doctor Mary.' Such praise and expression."

Such a sincere, moving, and divinely inspired stream of sound.

Furthermore, it contains a personal interpretation of oneself and the convergence of heartbeats.

Hilan, Roy, and Joan, who were in the chief positions, couldn't help but look up and gaze at the figure sweeping through the golden vortex in mid-air!

They certainly understood that they were playing the "eighth" note, not the originally planned "sixth".

And they also knew that they had been picked up by the pilgrimage during a nightmarish period of time that was stuck at "noon".

However, it is indeed hard to have imagined that time and space would intersect in such a form and in such a place, and intersect twice again—if we start counting from that short period of time when they sat together on the cliff opposite the "X coordinate" and let their minds wander—its very existence is a complex tapestry of emotions: the old industrial world, the Saint Lenia campus, the Harvest Arts Festival; travel, snow-capped mountains, starry skies; monasteries, study scrolls, underground water veins; workhouses, collections, coffee tables—everything is both a companion until the end and a reunion after a long separation. This strange emotion that fills their hearts terrifies them, even makes them tremble from the bottom of their hearts. Accompanied by the aria "The Doctor Who Adores Mary," the clean ripples of the wind gently brush against their cheeks, and some of them shed tears with smiles.

Unfortunately, Fan Ning's expression was somewhat serious at this moment, and he was focusing more and more of his worried attention on observing.

As the aria progressed, he invoked the "power of creation," reaching out to trace a closed arc in the air.

A very thin, almost cylindrical, pale golden light curtain enveloped the altar where the orchestra was located, and extended infinitely upwards, encompassing the "triangular petals" composed of the Keys of Time above.

The complex mapping relationship is difficult to explain at the moment.

Regarding a certain reference, bridge, or medium and transcendence.

To be on the safe side, and also as a precaution.

At this point, the "Doctor," played by Father Liszt, stopped staring at the orchestra and looked upwards, turning to sing praises to the "Our Lady of Glory," an abstract concept described by Fanning.

Oh, the goddess whom the world reveres!

And allow me to remain here, beneath the all-encompassing blue sky,
Explore your secrets!

And allow me, with sacred love, to fill the man's heart,
I offer you my sincere and tender feelings!
At your command, our courage becomes unstoppable;

If you soothe, even the most fervent passion will suddenly find peace! The key of E-flat major subtly rises to E major amidst the harp's arpeggios; the chromatic elevation is like the lifting of a curtain, and Liszt's solemn and deeply moving aria finally culminates in a powerful outburst from the "thousand" choir!

"You are a pure virgin, the goddess who chose me!"
Mary, worthy of universal reverence, shares the same origin and reverence as the 'pillar'!

The figures of the masters, transformed from "starlight," together with the children, reflected their most fervent emotions from the vast juxtaposition, and for a moment, sacred praises rose and fell!
Rise! Rise!
The magnificent cathedral was raised amidst a scene of darkness and decay, its speed increasing several levels, almost detaching it from the earthly surface!
"No, no, that's not right!!" A thunderous roar suddenly burst in, "What are you doing!? Fanning!! You foolish craftsman... No! Stop, you must stop!!!"

From initial shock and disbelief to subsequent mental blockage, Mr. F finally erupted in a belated outburst, his eyes wide open, entering a state of hysteria!

"You destroyed the 'Old Days.' You've destroyed it before, after all! This isn't the first time you've made a mistake! You smashed that ultimate work of art that embodied everything to pieces, and that's bad enough! But this time, you actually used those rubble to build this... a lifeless, soulless stone coffin! And you call this 'creation'?! A true 'new world' must be forged through the fusion and sublimation of the beautiful potential of the 'Moon of Noon,' the pioneering will of the 'Viper of Truth,' and the accumulated past of the 'Old Days' to create that unique, dynamic, living form! You didn't even include the moon and the pioneers; this is the most vicious blasphemy against the word 'creation'!"

Mr. F launched a barrage of questions and attacks, his indignation reaching its peak. His face displayed the catastrophic rage of an artist seeing a masterpiece of painting splashed with sulfuric acid!
He had long been shocked and disappointed when he saw Fanning destroy the "Old Day" once again in a way even more incomprehensible than the "Hammer of No Man's Land"—the "Pillar of the Trinity" was missing a piece, and the structure of this newly born "Church of Creation" had a fatal flaw.

But if things only went this far, it would at most be "adding trouble," at most facing "resetting a second time, climbing the tower a third time," and a series of more patience-testing troubles such as rebuilding the tower and re-distorting the "phantom objects." But now...
This person actually intends to forcibly elevate this flawed "seed of the new world" to the top!?

In that case, the world will be forever stuck in this "wrong form," with no possibility of correction or improvement!
"Stop, stop, Fanning! I told you to stop!! You fucking idiot!! You're making an irreparable mistake!! You're committing an unforgivable sin!!"
As Mr. F roared wildly, the colorful soap film that had been evenly covering the entire world suddenly precipitated out a large amount of solidified, thick liquid, just like the contents of a spoiled egg!
The slurry sank downwards, frantically converging towards the base of the Church of Genesis, condensing into a bottomless swampy ocean at the bottom of the church, just like the scene when the entire Honkai world melted after daybreak!
Immediately afterwards, huge "coelenterate" limbs emerged out of nowhere from the filthy swamp. These limbs wriggled brightly, with large segments nested within smaller segments, just like deformed giant hands covered in fingers. They suddenly grabbed the protruding columns and reliefs on the exterior of the church, and some limbs even rammed into the weakest points of connection!

"You have defiled art! Withdraw your lousy work! Take it back!!"

Mr. F's furious voice could be heard everywhere.

His goal had nothing to do with "seizing" anymore; he had completely lost interest in the Church of Genesis!

Destroying something is much easier than fighting for it. Right now, we must stop this "defective product" from rising to a higher position! As long as it doesn't go up, the progress of the secret history is still in a "plastic period," and this already rotten world can still be saved!

The limbs of those "coelenterates" unleashed a terrifying, reality-distorting force, attempting to drag the church, along with everything within it, into a sea of ​​slurry!

"You are the undefiled, but you do not forbid it."

Those who are easily tempted approach you with kindness.

Once the will weakens, it is difficult to save it;
Who can break free of the strong chains of lust by their own strength?

On a smooth, sloping ground, who can avoid falling immediately?

In the front row of the choir stalls, surrounded by layers of seats, Father Liszt was still struggling to perform the aria "The Adoration of the Magi," but the theme of "Our Lady of Glory," which progressed through the vocals and orchestra, was gradually becoming distorted and out of tune.
"Crunch—boom boom boom boom boom."

The Church of Genesis groaned in pain, its newly closed starlight dome shook violently, and a terrifying sound, as if continental plates were being torn apart, came from the junction of its foundation and the regular plane!