The seven or eight knowledgeable people from the Saint Lenia University branch who were present all stood up with a "swish", inspired to move, and ready to take action.
Their expressions were solemn, and the eyes looking at each other showed great vigilance!
"Musicians all stop first!"
Following Huxley's shocked and angry questioning, Principal Sternikai shouted loudly at the stage, but all the musicians acted as if nothing had happened and were still playing the fourth of Cecil's symphony.
Movement.
Fabian ignored these people at all. He walked onto the stage with his hands behind his hands, his lips slightly opened, his eyes looking high, and he recited like a pilgrim:
"In order to see the holy spring, our followers need to sow memories and pile up lives. We will soak ourselves with beautiful things, and on the day of ecstasy, we will ring the pulsating gourd and shout the secret of transformation."
Countless buds protruded from a row of flower pots in front of the stage, gradually becoming covered with wet, fine hairs and stretching towards the front rows of the audience on the first floor.
Sternikai and Gould waved their hands almost at the same time, and spiritual fire visible to the naked eye spurted out, one golden and the other bright purple.
This is an ability only possessed by high-ranking knowledgeable people: the realization of inspiration!
The spiritual fire instantly turned the spreading flesh buds into pus. Dean Gould did not dare to neglect, and then took out a strange-looking metal figure from his lapel.
To be precise, it is just a soft purple metal wire made of a special material, which is twisted into the general shape of a "stickman" through repeated stretching and knotting.
The old pianist held the little metal figure with one hand and stared quietly ahead. The veins on his neck popped out and his whole body was trembling slightly.
The stage lights dimmed, and there was a faint electric glow throughout the space.
Those overlapping orchestration groups were gradually dismantled, and each part could still be heard, but they seemed to be far apart from each other, and could no longer be combined into some complex and strange sound effects.
As the sound effects were dismantled, the flesh and blood of Cecil's "Dream Man" face, which faced the audience, began to disintegrate and peel, while his "other" body, which faced the symphony orchestra, cracked, and his hands
The command movements above slowly froze.
Principal Sternikai, who had already left the table, took a step forward. With this step, his whole body skeleton creaked, and the things around him became dim, like a vortex absorbing light.
Taking another step, he raised his hand and made a left and right movement towards Cecil on the stage, similar to "smearing".
The black, white, red, and flesh colors on Cecil's body, the green, red, and gray-white lights and shadows next to him are all a collection of light and shadow. At this moment, it is like a wet oil painting that has been wiped away by someone -
The colors blended together and turned into a chaotic ribbon.
Half of Cecil's face was wiped to one side, and his colorful eyeballs were hanging on the side of his neck with his flesh. He glared at Sternikai, and the curved mouth above opened:
"You don't like my First Symphony!"
Although this voice has some characteristics of Cecil, it is angry, sharp and twisted, just like the wailing of a person who is undergoing some kind of torture in a state of extreme pain!
Dean Gould, who was staring at the space on the stage, felt his head was hit hard by a copper hammer, and two lines of bright red blood flowed from the end of his nose, but he still held the "metal villain" tightly in his hand.
Principal Sternikai's legs went weak and he almost fell down.
His body seemed to be under tremendous pressure, his knees were shaking violently, and dense crackling sounds kept coming from his bones, but he did not stop and continued to step forward with difficulty.
Every time you take a step, your hands make a motion similar to "smearing back and forth".
Cecil's entire body was completely stained, his clothes and skin were completely ulcerated, and all his limbs were bent in one direction.
"The color here is gone, the light here is gone."
After walking a few steps, Sternike gritted his teeth and uttered a sentence in Tulungarian, and then stretched out his right hand and slowly made it into a fist, like squeezing a sponge.
The light in the entire symphony hall suddenly dimmed, and the chaotic colors on Cecil's body began to be distorted, leaving only gray and black chiaroscuro, like a sketch.
Huxley's figure appeared on the side of the podium at some unknown time. A pure black blade was cut from the left side of Cecil's neck, reaching his lungs, incising his abdominal cavity, and then pierced out from his right waist.
The torn muscles were completely severed.
After the light cyan explosion, Cecil's gray-black twisted body was completely split in half. One half fell towards the audience and the other half fell towards the orchestra, regaining its blood-drenched color.
Is this all gone? The three knowledgeable people looked at each other and felt that the resolution of this major and vicious incident was too easy.
The entire symphony hall was filled with a foul smell, and the crowds at each entrance were in chaos. Several other members rescued several students who were trampled, but they could not change the chaotic situation for a while.
As for those students who were crawling on the ground after losing their limbs, and those who were scratching and tearing their skin, the rancid black liquid they spilled crawled on the ground, followed the height difference of the seats on the first floor, and reached the front desk, and then seemed to have vitality.
, arched up and squirmed towards the stage!
"What's going on? Why is the transformation speed of the ceremony so much slower than expected?"
The female percussionist who played gongs and cymbals at the back edge of the stage, with a rather low presence, murmured with confusion on her face.
It was obvious that at least 70% of the audience at the scene had entered a state influenced by the mysterious chord symphony.
But their spirit bodies seem to have had some resonance before, and this resonance also has some properties similar to "purification", which greatly reduces the penetration effect of the mysterious chords!
"Boom--" The female percussionist struck the gong again with a texture like withered human skin, and the dense heart inside was beating crazily.
The orchestra was still playing a dizzying symphony on the stage. The three most knowledgeable people knew that they had to interrupt the ceremony, which was about to end, and stopping this weird symphony was the key.
They neither noticed the percussionist on the edge nor had time to pay attention to Fabian. Instead, they walked quickly to the musicians, preparing to force them to stop playing one by one.
"You want to hinder the premiere of my First Symphony!"
Another shrill howl resounded throughout the symphony hall!
The bodies of Sternike, Gould, and Huxley were suddenly thrown away, as if they were picked up by some inexplicable being with great strength and then violently thrown out!
Several people hit several walls of the stage heavily, making the sound of bones shattering all over their body. Then they rolled down from the wall, and blood with pieces of flesh spilled from their mouths and noses.
And when they lay down to see clearly the situation in front of them, they felt a chill in their hearts!
On the uneven ceiling of the symphony hall, there is a huge, twisted, black and red face that is even more abnormal than the printed image in the media. It is thick and hairy!