Then he once again felt that the energy of the chariot he was driving was about to escape.

The path in the "Gate of Lights and Shadows" still has no end, and the trend in the Hui Tower has also changed, from diagonally upward to almost vertically upward.

"boom!

——”

At the climax of the lustful ceremony, the entire red church, which was riddled with holes, collapsed, leaving only the broken walls attached to the base on the ground.

At first glance, it looks like half a broken egg shell floating in the rich dark red mist.

Moreover, those "bubbles" of historical projections that slowly floated upward, transformed by those who paid the price of their lives, were still beginning to be infected by the dark red mist, and the light became turbid little by little.

"it's time."

Fan Ning's gaze penetrated Huita and intertwined with Miss Nightingale's shadow.

The girl stood up from behind the harp and smiled clearly at him as always.

Luna further back bit her lip, her face was pale, and she said nothing.

The baton in Fan Ning's hand signaled PPP's weakness.

Low string sounds emerge from all directions, and gloomy column chords connect with dull and slow unison ups and downs.

The fourth movement, "Humanity Tells Me".

It begins with a repetition of the "Mysterious Motive" in the introduction to "The Poem of Awakening": it does not form a melody in the true sense, it is strange, terrifying, and weird, like a veil covering the mysterious substance.

It seems that he has returned to his previous rough and low-level knowledge.

But then, night falls.

"Oh, humans! Listen!"

Miss Nightingale's blue dress floated in the wind, her arms spread wide, and she issued a profound and deafening warning to the crazy banquet hosts in the audience!

"Humans! Listen!

What is the deep midnight saying?

I slept, I slept -

I woke up from a deep dream;

This world is deep,

Deeper than I thought in the daytime!"

A soprano with an unconventional temperament used a depressing and painful contralto melody to interpret a creature's transition from sleep to awakening, from restlessness to fear, from external pain to introspection of the inner world.

All the banquet hosts stopped what they were doing.

Even those confusing "native prophets", their star-shaped wheel-like limbs are trembling in place at this moment!

Things have fundamentally changed here.

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra", the fourth metaphor, the door of divinity.

There was only one layer of broken eggshell buildings left, together with the "bubbles" of historical projections, which were lifted rapidly amidst the threat of dark red mist, and Fan Ning's entire body in the Hui Tower turned into an extremely fast blazing stream of light, along the

Following a nearly vertical ascending path, it shoots towards the "other gate" at the other end!

"Oh, humans! Listen!" Miss Nightingale sang the drunken song again.

The eyes of all the twisted creatures looked towards the stage to listen to the warning!

After Fan Ning expanded, divided, and corrected the text, the meaning of the poem also became tilted. The two ends of the two parts mainly describe the degree of pain, while the middle focuses on expressing the transformation from spirituality to divinity.

The girl probably realized now that she, who always showed off her bright and high-pitched singing voice on stage, sang an alto song first during her last performance with her teacher, and it was the most important symphony performance.

That unforgettable depth and longing

The "bubbles" are floating and rising.

The old man, whose whole body was dilapidated and withered, shed two lines of clear tears in his eyes.

A large number of red carpets were blown up by the invisible wind, driving the filthy residue and juice into nothingness. Tables, chairs and candles fell below and disappeared, and those ugly and entangled bodies began to change rapidly.

"Humans! Listen!

Depth is the pain of the world;

Pleasure is deeper and deeper than pain;

Pain is saying: "Let's go!"

It’s a pity that pleasure requires eternity——

Asking for deep, deep eternity”

The slowly and hard-climbing vocal lines are just like the ice-blue starlight that the girl saw falling from the hole in the ceiling of the hall on the night Fan Ning created it.

The orchestral instruments rotate densely like a millstone, dragging the human voice into an abyss whose bottom cannot be seen, and the double brass pipes pull out repeated third-degree glissandos, like the eternal sighs and warnings left by the night watchman in the darkness.

The scarlet liquid is still eroding towards the center of the remaining base of the church like a tide.

But after the dark night, comes the morning light.

"Then, let's get higher next!"

Fan Ning gave the instruction to start shooting without any pause. The chariot he drove in the Hui Tower shone brightly and climbed all the way up!

"Bin-Bang-Bin-Bang-"

In the children's choir seat, the children's figures have been reduced to nothingness like the musicians. Under the leadership of Luna, they repeatedly sang the sound that imitated the bells, and the bassoon and bass single brass formed a dotted rhythm. Lively counterpoint.

The fifth movement, "The Angel Told Me".

The little girl performed very well today, but there were tears in her eyes.

She didn't look at anything or say anything along the way, but she knew that this was the last song she and her sister would sing together.

The excitement and restlessness in the hallucination, the confusion of blind grasping, and the dream of listening attentively are all introduced into the movement of the morning bell. The light pours down from the heights, burning the dark red mist that pervades everywhere into a large area that cannot be entered.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

In the aisle, a disturbing squirming thing bulged under the red carpet, surging towards the podium at a very fast speed.

"Miss Crimson", who had been dormant, took action again, grabbing Fan Ning's back on the podium with a huge "paint hand"!

"Hey--"

When the paint hand was still two meters away from Fan Ning, a purple electric grid tied it in place.

This current interface is covered with "key" knowledge, filled with countless changing wounds but airtight.

The two extremely solid and restrained forces clashed, directly opening several watermelon-sized voids next to Fan Ning!

After a stalemate in mid-air for several seconds, two red-purple figures emerged and each bounced back.

"You won't rest again?"

The girl in the purple skirt looked at the other party coldly and spoke slowly.
Chapter completed!