National Treasure Artist

Chapter 176 Conquering Heaven! (seeking subscription)
ps: This chapter is suitable for reading while listening to "Conquering Paradise".

In a remote residential area, a newly built building has a very simple and low-key appearance. There is an inconspicuous house number in front of it, but it is strange that there is no name or address on the house number , is empty.

The building is absolutely enclosed by solid and thick fair-faced concrete. An independent wall divides the space into the chapel and the entrance. Walking along the wall seems to be entering a dark space that people can only see from above. Sky, sunshine and looming green trees.

Enter the building following the streamline guided by the independent wall. It is a rectangular room without any extra decorations, and it is extremely dark.

Its ground descends in steps as it goes forward. If people enter, they will walk down step by step in the dim space, listening to the crisp sound of their feet stepping on the wooden boards.

I was feeling uneasy, and suddenly there was a dazzling sunlight that penetrated the big cross in the wall, it was a shocking cross of light!
Immediately afterwards, there were strips of light, extending along the gap between the floor and the wall.

In the darkness, light comes!
At this moment, anyone's scalp would feel numb, and they would feel like their hearts would explode!

The believers of God will kneel down and pray devoutly, as if seeing the glory of the Lord.

At this moment, in this room, in front of the Cross of Light, on the altar, there is a middle-aged man who looks like a priest is kneeling and worshiping, his eyes are slightly closed, and his expression is solemn and sacred.

After finishing the morning class, the priest stood up and took out an old radio from the storage box, then sat back in his seat without saying a word.

"Good morning, listeners. I am now in front of the N.S.W Art Gallery in Sydney. In about 5 minutes, the final pk of the Sydney Opera House design competition will start in the art gallery behind me!"

"According to the latest news I have received, one of the participating designers, Mr. Bai Gongtong from China, has not been present yet, and it seems that he will announce his withdrawal from the competition."

"Now I would like to introduce you to the current four main competitors in the design competition."

Suddenly, an extremely fast broadcast sounded in the silent church. It was the voice of the reporter in the tape recorder.

Listening to the news broadcast, the priest's calm and indifferent expression disappeared a bit, his brows were slightly frowned, and his hand holding the radio couldn't help but exert a lot of force.

In another place, a dark-skinned old man in a simple and dilapidated house was also listening to the radio.

"The first designer is also the first to announce to join the competition, the first young designer in the world who has just entered the hall, Mr. Bai Gongtong."

"Mr. Bai Gongtong is from China and was the head of the Grand Louvre project!"

"However, it is a pity that at the last moment of the competition, the Chinese designer was in a state of losing contact."

"I don't know if, as the others said, the designer Bai Gongtong became timid and chose to run away!"

"The second designer comes from the Neelski family, an ancient British family in Europe"

When the dark-skinned old man heard the words of a designer from China, for some reason, he was inexplicably concerned.

"Oh!"

"My God!
"God!"

"what is that?"

There was a sudden exclamation on the radio.

There seems to be a change.

The priest in the church and the dark-skinned old man in the shanty town were all focused and leaned forward slightly.

'Dangdangdang.dangdang.'

I could only hear heavy music sounding from far to near in the tape recorder.

The tone is like an army approaching with heavy steps, with epic style and soul-stirring passion.

The listeners in front of the radio didn't know what was going on, but listening to the music, all the listeners were confused and felt their tinyness!
The louder the sound, the more intimidating the momentum, the gradually magnificent music began to inspire the grandeur in the heart, and the blood began to boil!
Going forward indomitably, the classical charm is so prominent under the interpretation of modern music.

Boil!
Excited!

'in-noremi-co-ra
tira-mine-per-i-to
ne-do—mina'

'ideal makes us strong
Break through the barriers of darkness

ideals make us strong

never give up hope'

"Oh, God!"

"This is the conquest of heaven! This is the conquest of heaven!"

"It's an epic tale of Columbus's conquest of South America!"

The reporter in the tape recorder heard the tune and shouted it out.

The sound of the music was very shocking, and all the reporters in the hall came out one after another, looking towards the place where the music was coming from in the distance.

More and more people are standing in front of the N·S·W Art Gallery Square in Sydney.

Chairman Mason seemed to have sensed something and walked out with the team.

The reporter kept exclaiming, and the priest and the dark-skinned old man began to hold their breath.

"My God!"

"There are three off-road vehicles approaching at the corner ahead!"

"It's so cool, the three cars are like hideous monsters, and the engines are roaring!"

"Oh!"

"The conquest of heaven was launched by those three cars together, no wonder it makes people palpitate!"

Kelly Nereski, Adrian Smith, Masayuki Kurokawa.
Chairman Ma Sen, several masters had different expressions, but they all watched from a distance.

"Conquering Heaven?"

"Did Columbus conquer South America?"

Someone whispered.

The heavy music became more and more shocking as the car approached.

"who are they?"

Everyone is guessing.

Someone looked at his watch, looked at the car, and an oriental name came to mind.

'Crunch! '

Three off-road vehicles parked in the center of the square one after another with a majestic momentum.

The car doors opened one by one, and everyone involuntarily paid attention to him.

Soon, the people in the car got out of the car.

First, the one in the lead, a young figure jumped down, and behind him were the same young figures.

I saw these people holding the materials and walking towards the crowd with smiles on their faces.

The stereo in the car behind them was still playing music.

'Break through the barriers of darkness
ideals make us strong

never give up hope'

"Yo, is this all waiting for me?"

The team of seven approached, only to see the young man at the head looked at his watch, with a slight smile on his mouth: "Hey! Dude, my pressing skills have improved again."

"Old Sha, Old Sha!"

Everyone was dumbfounded at the approaching team, but the young man didn't care. He stretched his head to look around, and finally saw a familiar and responsible figure, and hurriedly recruited and shouted: "Who is my plan for?"

"There is still more than a minute, but it is almost too late."

Sa Lining was awakened from his absence, with a wry smile on his face.

The designer Bai Gongtong really did not follow the usual path.

He walked towards Bai Gongtong: "Designer Bai, just give me the plan."

"I'm not late, am I?"

Gongtong handed over the plan and asked a special question.

"No!"

Behind them, President Mason showed a smile on his face, clenched his fists tightly and then loosened them.

Immediately afterwards, Sha Lining, Bai Gongtong, a group of masters and the proud sons of heaven returned to the lounge and conference hall, and the review work was about to begin.

The reporters in the square also exploded!
The radio reporter exclaimed:

"Oh!"

"God!"

"Listen friends, listener friends!"

"Designer Bai Gongtong has arrived!"

"They came here to conquer heaven, did they intend to conquer the judges, Sydney, and Australia?!"

"Does it imply that they will go through the baptism of stormy waves, deadly viruses, and all kinds of difficulties and obstacles like Columbus, and finally reach the other shore!"

"Let's wait and see!"

In front of the radio, the priest in the church and the dark-skinned old man in the shantytown were emotionally excited, but he was slightly relieved.

　We are all civilized people, don't just send razor blades if we disagree!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)