In the illusory singing, many parts of the organ burst sounded, the blower device had a chaotic airflow, and the copper sound tubes were shattered one by one. In fact, the entire mechanical sound tube, sound bolt, keyboard, track rod machine, bellows, and piano box seemed to be overdrawing their vitality and burst out with the strongest sound that shocked the sky.

The flesh-and-blooded monster turned into a wild beast, and was extremely focused in front of the organ, urging notes more seriously than predators, and finally showed an unimaginable miracle in the church.

"Run! Don't look back!"

Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and forced me away from the spot, ending this magical performance that I only watched.

But my eyes were surrounded by twisted scenes, and I saw a broken kaleidoscope vision in front of me. The grand chants replaced the strange and messy music. The whole church seemed to be shining by a holy white light, as bright as daytime.

The colorful color behind it bloomed, and instantly pushed the church's door to an infinitely distant place. From a glance, you can only see the small black dots at the location of the door.

The person who was pulling me to run stopped running, took off his hat and revealed a serious middle-aged face.

"Mr. Rhode?"

I realized his appearance in a trance.

"It's out of control here too... what did you do just now!"

Rhodes' question was very serious, with a three-point questioning tone.

I shook my head: "I just asked him what was going on here..."

Mr. Rod's expression collapsed instantly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's really you... Damn! You shouldn't have appeared!"

The gritting expression on Rhode's face reminded me of the man himself, who was also brewing a conspiracy and quickly broke free from his pull.

"What the hell is going on! What is 're really me'?! What happened in Ore Town!!"

The hymn behind it is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems to be about to turn into a flood and beast to chase us, the two preys that fall into traps.

Rhode's expression suddenly solidified, and he looked at me with an unknown expression, as if he was looking at a stranger he had never seen before, and said

"You...look back..."

Looking back?

I looked at him in surprise. Didn’t he just tell me not to look back? Why did I suddenly ask me to look back?

"Go and see... It seems that I was wrong..."

Mr. Rhode's voice was extremely depressed, and deep confusion was revealed on his hazy face in the holy light.

I looked back slowly, and in a chaotic vision shining with light, the kaleidoscope in my eyes finally gradually closed and turned into a uniform picture, with all the focus gathering on a strange existence.

He stood solemnly on the terrace.

He had no face, twice as tall as an ordinary person, wearing pointed boots, ragged, psychedelic robe, and a strand of silk hanging from the top of the hood.

In my opinion, sometimes he seems to have wings on his back; sometimes he seems to have a halo on his head; sometimes he spits infinite light from his eyes and mouth; sometimes he blooms with dazzling flames of thorns under his feet; sometimes he differentiates three bright light figures in the bright light...

“Is this God?”

I said this sentence in a fascinating way, with both eyes full of intoxication, as if I was about to integrate my consciousness into the light and offer my greatest faith to the great King of Light.

In such a light, Mr. Rhode actually forced his steps, drove his body with a will beyond his imagination, and walked step by step to me, blocking the infinite holy light with his body, creating an extremely conspicuous shadow in this bright world.

A strange halo seemed to be dancing around it, but the light emitted from his eyes did not belong to this world at all. But against the backdrop of the shadow, I realized that these lights were not the sword of light as imagined, but were squirming and flowing out from under the layers of ragged and broken robes of the skinny gods.

However, this flow is not as heavy as the flowing water in the world, but is extremely flexible and has an extraordinary elegance.

"Sure enough...you saw it too!"

Mr. Rod's clothes made a erosion and boiling sound. Where the light shone, the outer garment was ablated like a living thing, but the surrounding fabric continued to squirm towards the damaged area, replenishing the damaged piece of clothing.

There was relief and worry in his tone, but he suddenly turned around and said to me seriously, word by word.

"Take out the most powerful means right now! Otherwise we will all be buried here! The King of Light has arrived, and I can only stop him for a moment. Only a higher-ranking existence can break the cage..."

"But...but I have no other means..." I said hesitantly.

Mr. Rhode yelled in the deafening hymn, "It is impossible... Since you can be resurrected from the dead... then you must have surpassed his authority! It is not that he chose you, but that you chose here!"

It’s not that he chose me, but that I chose here?

This sentence was like lightning breaking the dark clouds in the sky and shattering my confusion.

That's right, I'm not protecting me from the great gods, but two unscrupulous old men who are manipulating me behind my back. I know this better than anyone else!

And what stood behind these two old men was the terrifying existence sleeping at the end of time and space - the "final disaster"!

If it were it, it should be able to help me leave this space!

I pulled my clothes open and revealed the meme mark on my body. The strange-shaped marks became hot in an instant, almost turning into magma and flowing out of my body. But I gritted my teeth and resisted the idea of ​​escaping, facing the God of Light in front of me, without taking a step back.

Mr. Rhode turned an old ring in his hand and instantly caused a rotten and cold strange wind on the field. The smell of this wind was so unclean that it reminded people of the terrifying existence born in the dark chaos and the boundless night, lingering in the deep sea catastrophe.

The light filled with the world appeared under the unclean sea breeze, and it seemed that the wiggle of light was affected by this evil wind. However, the wriggling light spread rapidly, turning into a huge net, ready to take advantage of the gap between the wiggle of the evil wind and completely break into this space.

As Mr. Rod turned, the color of the brass ring became dimmer and dimmer, and layers of copper powder visible to the naked eye were peeled off from the ring and turned into dust in the space.

The light was getting closer and closer, and finally a light touched our place and quietly wrapped around our legs.

But the next moment, a dark and pure wormhole bloomed in front of us like a black rose, revealing a quiet and vast unknown space, madly swallowing the light of this space, mercilessly tearing everything I saw. The attitude seemed to vow to swallow up all the residue of this world, leaving only an unknown song left, quietly singing to the end.

"No one listens to Bi Suxing's song

The king's rags sway in the wind

The song disappeared silently there

The dim Kalquesa

My soul can no longer sing

My songs are like tears no longer flowing

Only dryness and silence are there
Chapter completed!