musicians of old

Chapter 931 Temporary Alliance!

The entire church began to tilt slightly.

And not long after the tilting began, an even louder "BOOM!!" was heard. The high wall on one side of the church, under the combined force of internal and external forces, finally succumbed to the pressure and was forcibly torn open with a huge gap!

Someone peered through the giant eye-like opening and was able to see directly the enormous "Midday Moon" itself, covered in wrinkles and slime!
The morbid, bright green light shone in like a searchlight, quickly covering the starlight barrier in its path with a layer of greasy rust, causing the structure to soften and become distorted.

"Sizzle!" "Sizzle!" "Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle!!"

Several more limbs of the "coelenterates" in the slurry swamp pierced through from other places, creating five or six smaller holes in the walls.

Like a flood bursting its banks, murky river water from who-knows-where poured in, and the "water level" inside the church rose at a visible speed.

"The Void Realm?"

Fanning narrowed his eyes.

He sensed a familiar aura, but it wasn't entirely the same. In addition to the sense of familiarity, there were also some malicious, artificially modified characteristics.

The river water that keeps leaking into the church must have been diverted from the mortal realm by dangerous elements through some means, and mixed with some morbid filth.

It washes away and carries away everything unstable along its path, attempting to dilute and scatter the sacred rules, and then pours down along the red carpet aisle in the center of the church, forming a rushing river that rushes toward the gate!
At the far end of the church's main entrance, the soaring lines of the foyer were twisted beyond recognition, while beneath the ground lay a bizarre collapse, where a pale, ring-shaped vortex spun wildly. The mind-numbing, tearing whispers of the "Viper of Truth" echoed continuously, emanating a powerful suction that not only intensified the river's turbulence but also began to siphon away from the church's more fragile, emotionally charged starlight structures!
"thump!!"

Pogorelich, dressed in a dark blue suit that fluttered in the wind, leaped from a high platform in the church, splashing water everywhere.

"call out--"

He drew his sword and swung it, the sharp blade flashing across a side corridor that had been soaked in "river water" and was beginning to sprout strange, colorful moss.

Wherever the silent "Ashes" principle passes, moss and contaminated stone vanish into nothingness, leaving behind an absolutely clean and empty area. At the same time, the passionate decorative sound sculptures that were once manifested there by a romantic master also disappear.

Another slash struck a section of the railing on the altar. Several of its arched ribs had become overly "active" under the "noon moon" light. With a flash of the blade, all the redundant growths were precisely sheared off, losing all their artistic beauty and becoming just a few of the coldest, most efficient mechanical components.

Moreover, the blade's edge extended slightly upwards at an excessive angle, completely slicing off half of Fan Ning's waist and one thigh!

However, Fanning's "Creative Power" had already been activated instinctively, and in less than a breath, his divine projection body was completely restored to its original state.

"Your moral standards as a collaborator are truly quite low." Fan Ning glanced at the surging, rapidly rising river below, his tone generally calm but tinged with cold sarcasm.

"The only qualifications for a collaborator are strength and the ability to see the situation clearly."

The limbs of the "coelenterates" that had reached in were torn to pieces. As Pogrerich swung his knife, his figure darted away through a spray of murky water, without even getting the hem of his dark blue suit wet.

A muffled thud, and another straight stab.

A "gut" as thick as a building began to convulse violently, tearing the hole in the wall it had protruded into even wider, and river water surged in frantically. "Splash—"

The knife was pulled away in the next moment, and colorful liquid splattered out. Strange organs flowed out of the "intestines" and rushed to the end of the church door in the blink of an eye.

A subtle, mysterious atmosphere lingered near the cracked hole, the cutting sensation of "Ember" was inescapable, and the backflow of the river temporarily eliminated this spot.

But the next moment, the sound of stained glass breaking rang out again, and in the blink of an eye, countless "limbs" pierced through the windows and crawled in from even more places.

"You scum that defile art! Get down! Sink down! Your inferior, defective work doesn't deserve that position!!" Mr. F's roar still faintly echoed from all directions outside.

“That guy’s going crazy right now. What about you? You still have your judgment, right?” Pogrerich said calmly. “The Pioneer’s path has been reborn, and the ‘Rule Master’ is about to be upgraded. That’s a good thing. Your mind should be clearer now.”

Fanning's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He was naturally deeply saddened by the successive destruction of the "artistic structure" of the Church of Genesis.

These "primordial substances" that were accidentally damaged by chemotherapy may each point to the potential birth of a stunning work of art in the future.

But since the "power of creation" has ensured the church remains afloat and won't be completely destroyed, the current situation likely requires...
It's "full power"!
"Wow--"

Another huge "intestine" suddenly pierced through another opening in the church, this time its target was the group of masters in the choir.

“Ahahahahahahaha!!”

The terrifying, humanoid laughter and screams shattered eardrums, and their ends, like blooming flowers, gradually split into countless slender mouthparts!

"kill?"

Fanning finally pointed to the layers of crumbling things below, as if confirming a cruel musical phrase that had to be executed.

Pogorelich did not answer, and his figure in the dark blue suit suddenly blurred in place.

In the next instant, inside the church, dozens, even hundreds of places...
Amidst the sublime and pure choral chants, countless diseased or invaded points in the church—walls that began to stir under the green light of the "noon moon," areas soaked in sewage that bred moss and fungi, and reliefs scraped by the "intestines" leaving sticky, colorful marks—simultaneously appeared with terrifying afterimages.

"Swish swish swish swish swish—!!!!!"

Each afterimage was accompanied by several cold blades of light, some thrusting straight, some slashing horizontally, and some chopping diagonally. They formed a silent yet violent metal storm that burst forth fiercely in the magnificent church space.

Wherever it went, limbs were severed and oil slicks burst open. In the blink of an eye, the main waterway and the turbulent river were filled with deformed organs and chunks of flesh covered in mucus.

Along with this came large swaths of altered stone, filth, residual pollution, and overly active columns that were precisely "shaved off," revealing a shockingly clean, blank foundation beneath.

At the same time, Fan Ning, who was in mid-air, also leaped into the air!
The figure conducting was not affected at all. Instead, another "Fanning" carrying an Illyrian guitar separated from the former and jumped into the filthy and turbulent river below!