371 Whale Fall (2/2)

”Before coming, his majesty the Pope requested for me to take the utmost care for everything related to Auschwitz and to not harm the innocent. However, we arrived too late.” Bann looked behind him to the city covered in darkness. ”Do you have any suggestions now?”

”How can an old guy like me have any suggestions?” Caligula shrugged. ”We've been watched by dark musicians for so many years. Isn't Knights Templar here to save us now? I have nothing to say. I hope that you can act without holding back.”

Bann looked down at him. ”Even if we kill all Romulusians who had turned into demons?”

”Sir, that's nothing,” Caligula said softly as he bent over. ”With something like war, casualties must happen. If my family and brethren can break free from the natural catastrophe, then all sacrifices are worth it. I just hope the Sacred City can remember our sacrifices.”

”Of course, all sacrifices should be remembered.” Bann gave him one last glance. ”But I hope you understand that you won't be the only one making sacrifices.” He turned and gazed at the dark city in the distance. He raised his sword; the chainsaw blade shone with the light of god.

”Holy Choir, ready!” he commanded gravely. His voice was like steel and it echoed in the air. The iron whales responded one after another and shone.

”Battle Mass!”

The world was stifled. Under the solidified wind, a hoarse song began. This was a sacred song that announced the gospel from heaven. Thus, God's apostle told the mortals, ”I am here, not for peace, but to call you to arms.” Soon, God's apostle would shake the heavens, earth, the sea, and the nations!

A grand melody sounded along with the drums and instruments. It filled the air with bells and resounded in all directions. The bell at the peak of the Sacred City rang; countless bells followed. Ripples started in the aether sea.

The bells traveled into the aether world, awakening the holy city within flames. In the sacred resting place, countless burning souls opened their eyes. They sang hoarsely and joined the majestic battle mass.

In that moment, holy light fell upon the darkness in Auschwitz. A crack appeared in the black sky like a path to heaven. Thus, heavenly light shone under the Holy Choir's grave singing!

However, the glow was neither warm nor merciful. It was cold as steel and full of murder. The darkness began shaking under the light. Cracks appeared on the dark atrium from the holy light.

The Garment of Original Sin was burning and crying out like countless dying demons. Between the sky and earth, between the light and darkness, a flat and blurry crack seemed to appear. This was the battlefield of countless music theories.

The temperament was distorting; the boundary between existence and nonexistence was blurring. The foundation of the material world was torn apart and dragged into the aether current, dying in the quakes.

The center of this was Auschwitz. The high walls shattered instantly, caving in, revealing the burning city.

Countless figures soared into the sky instantly. The hiding dark musicians now went into coherence to fight against the battle mass. Immediately after, a wind tunnel from the abyss opened. The Dark Gaia's flesh appeared from the ashes. It transformed into countless statues and rushed toward the Knights Templar fleet.

Bann looked at the wailing city. He raised his hand and commanded, ”Falling Star!”

A roaring music score played under the help of Modifications musicians and alchemy arrays. The immense meteorites from the aether world came forth. They passed through the nine levels of the aether sea and crashed toward the material world.

They passed through the dying 'flesh enchantment' and exploded with light! This was an attack that burned and killed everyone it touched. Everything was shrouded in destruction. Both friend and foe.

”Yezi, I'm sorry…” Bann murmured. He pulled down his mask and climbed onto his steed under clangs. The war stallion whinnied. Sparks flew from its nostrils and its eyes were blood red. Its whinny sounded like a dragon's roar.

”Notify the second legion…” The chainsaw sword in Bann's hand lit up in flames, transforming into the blade of God's punishment. Hoisting it, he declared, ”Prepare for Whale Fall!”

Countless black dots fell from the fleets again like a thunderstorm. The Knights Templar descended from the sky. The moan of the Whale Fall filled the sky.

God's apostles had sounded the horn of slaughter!