298 That’s All (1/2)
The dark musicians did not even need to think in order to know what the guy was holding—holy nails from the Silence Governance!
These days, the only ones who would carry these chant material were either ascetic monks from the Church’s Ministry of Faith or silent monks from the Sacred City’s Silence Governance. Either way, it was not good news!
The former were executioners trained by the religious judiciary. They existed to tie everything heretic onto stakes to be burned. The latter were the trademarks of the Silence Governance. They were musician killers—musicians who existed to hunt musicians! Neither of them were anything good.
This guy looked like a newly official musician but everything could happen in this strange place. At this critical moment, they would not have any hesitation or relaxation. If they acted, they would not hold back—they would rip him apart and burn him to dust. Otherwise, they would be the ones being burned to dust.
An explosion happened amidst the cacophony of sharp and chaotic singing. The wind tunnel in the abyss was opened. One could see the darkness going wild beyond the tunnel, creating waves in the air. Thick darkness poured out and covered the moonlight, swallowing everything.
A ferocious demonic limb flashed across the darkness. It was abruptly torn apart. Blood sprayed out like rain. Fireworks of sparks and light flashed and cast destructive power like meteorites. There was also cursed ghastly green fog and a spray of splitting rays.
It destroyed all illusions, shields, and obstacles; sealed all exits; and made sure the prey could not escape. Then…a skeletal hand emerged from the wind tunnel. It reached out, tore the air with a deafening boom.
No one knew which Summoning musician had risked burning his blood to use his best card and summon this mysterious existence from the aetheric world.
The hand was so big that merely a knuckle was meters long. It shot torrential winds, thunder and lightning, fire, and frost to the youth. Explosions boomed. The scrapes of giant stones sounded continuously. Even pure iron and a fortress would be pulverized under this orangutan pressure. Powder flew, scorched dirt cracked, and a gaping hole appeared on the earth.
Finally, the giant skeletal hand disappeared. The darkness in the fog was ravaged. There was only the sound of the dark musicians breathing heavily. They sensed the aether waves with confused eyes.
”Is he dead?”
”Can’t sense any breathing.”
”No corpse or skeleton.”
A dark musician scoffed. ”Ha, that’s all he is.”
”Yeah.” A soft sigh came from the nightmare fog. ”That’s all.”
All the dark musicians instantly felt a burst of cold air shoot from their feet to their heads. Their expressions flipped and they attacked again in their shock.
The nightmare fog swelled and the demonic shadows overlapped. This time, they did not care about keeping their best cards secret anymore and acted as one. However, a pure white light emerged from the fog at the same time.
It was so clear and pure. This flawless light was not moonlight nor did it come from the sun. It did not belong to this world. It was as if heaven really existed. God was sitting on his throne and radiating with this glow. Under it, all strength became submissive, all demons were purified, and all heresy surrendered.
God lived within this light. Though the light only existed for a flash, countless dark musicians screamed. Their eyes were scorched and they had become useless trash! This light could not be looked at directly!
”The Requiem!” someone yelled while covering his eyes. ”Don’t look at the light! That’s from the Requiem!”
”Holy!”
The youth stood upright in the ray of light, amidst the dissipating nightmare fog. He lifted the brim of his hat and smiled. He bathed in the light. The glow was thin but isolated him from all the dirtiness of the world. It seemed to come from another world. All the power in this world was nothing to it.
”This was personally created by the gods. It’s a priceless holy gift…”
Countless deities seemed to sing in the light, ”Holy! Holy! Holy!”