musicians of old

Chapter 431 The Sixth Movement Love Tells Me (10): A Dream? (two in one)

Although there is only a small part of the rise and fall of this huge building, it is too violent and sudden.

The entire eating movement of the host and the guests was abruptly stopped for a few seconds!

"This Scheler?"

The two comprehensionists in the special inspection hall took a stride, stood on the edge of the interface of the containment altar, and looked away.

Not only were their inspiration far superior to that of ordinary people, they noticed the phenomenon of "elevation" of the entire church, which was related to the opening of the second movement on the podium, and they were more familiar with the psychic aura refracted by the glow.

"This Scheler actually chose to join Huita directly when he was commanding?"

"Judging from his previous performance, he should already be a master. Could it be that he is holding a new key and preparing to pass through a higher door?"

It is one thing to analyze the score in the early stage, but it is another to listen to the effect on the spot, and it is even more different when the composer himself conducts it himself.

So much so that He Meng, who just swore that "he can only continue the discussion according to the opening procedure", suddenly found himself a little unsure whether the development of Scheler's work can be regarded as "surprising tricks".

Gang turned his head away, and his cold eyes scanned the banquet at the lower level on the edge.

The atmosphere of "Meat Thanksgiving" is still high.

The carnivorous tongues, who were slightly interrupted by the tremors, continued the ritual process of eating and being eaten again.

Only those scarlet liquids that soaked the Chinese carpet seemed to show a phenomenon that they were not under the same spatial constraints as the whole building after the scarlet church was raised: the liquid level that had risen before dropped down relatively in an instant.

The magnitude is very low.

"Mr. Scheler's development is very new, but he is still a devout disciple who teaches the knowledge of 'Red Pond'~"

Renilla, whose whole body was soaked in blood plasma, stroked her thick and knotted hair, and laughed softly.

"Gentiles from the Western Continent compose orchestral music inspired by southern countries. After all, they have some ideas outside the conventional boundaries. However, the tone of a long-length work has been laid, not to mention that the first movement is more than 30 minutes long." The other party , Oka, who heard the second movement, also gave his own judgment.

"Be careful to stabilize your mind, the dreamland of the 'Fanghui Poet' is about to collapse, and the creations of true knowledge in the 'Red Pond' will be born one after another soon." Several leaders who were the team leaders in the investigator team whispered to the people around them remind.

Combining the several possible conjectures made by the previous leaders, and observing further phenomena, everyone in the Special Inspection Office has basically confirmed the nature of the Southern Continent.

In bar 50, the subtitle of the second movement, there are disturbing triplets in the flute and violin parts.

Under the control of Fanning, each part presents intense undulating roundabouts, trills and staccatos, and then evolves into more dramatic dotted rhythms, quintuplets and even sextuplets...

A violent storm swept through the fox lily field, the flowers and branches were moaning and weeping, and a wider area of ​​dilapidated barrenness appeared on the surface.

"Puff." "Puff."

The guests at the banquet had an insatiable appetite, and several red and white limbs pierced through their gradually rounded abdomen, bringing out a large pile of bright red tissue fluid.

The guests fell to the ground one by one, their heads still staring and eating.

And in an instant, the hallways are flooded with this bewildering creature from the "Red Pond."

He has no head, and she has no torso. It only has limbs similar to human arms and legs, and the roots are gathered into a wheel shape or a star-shaped radial shape.Some of them are in groups of 6 limbs, some are in groups of 8 limbs, or deformed combinations of more than 10 limbs. They have no eating organs, but they are constantly promoting appetite. They have no vocal organs, but they continue to whisper confusingly.

"Native Prophet?" He Meng frowned. This is an extremely rare migratory creature with little information. The records of the dreamed cases have not appeared for hundreds of years.

However, the appearance of the moving creature itself on this occasion further confirmed their previous judgment.

Immediately, he and Gang didn't dare to take into account the movement of the outside world, and took advantage of the temporary safety of the "blade" as the core of the secret ritual shelter, and immersed themselves in the control of the containment altar.

After these confusing "original prophets" were born from the main body of the banquet, some of them began to eat the human body, hair and remnants around them, and some of their limbs spun rapidly, rushing to the walls, stone pillars and vaults of the church.

Some of the knowledgeable guests among the guests present instinctively wanted to fight back after being directly threatened by foreign objects, even though they were affected by the ceremony process.

But the confused whispers of this creature made it difficult for even high-ranking spiritual beings to concentrate, let alone not one but a group.

In the state of half a bucket of water, those with knowledge have no power to fight back at all.

No matter where they raged, what they left behind was an empty honeycomb-like cavity, with only dark red mist leaking out of it.

However, Fanning's advancement of the second movement still had some effect.

——After the crimson church floating in the red mist space was raised, the stronger priests in Fanghui Temple, including Fields, Calestini, and the other four flower touches The person, briefly sobered up from the state of being infected with his mind!
Although many deep-seated changes were too late to digest in their hearts, when they saw the strange limbs and dense holes all over the place, they knew that today might be the last day that would never end well.

"Quick, please 'beater'!"

Several people looked at each other, then moved to the stage with staggering steps.

There were still scarlet residues hanging from their mouths that were too late to wipe off. At this time, the four of them tremblingly took out a fruit-shaped object from their clothes, while the two masters forced themselves into the chariot, and each A golden-red bell was taken out.

The muscles on their cheeks trembled, and the veins on their necks protruded. These people tried their best to stabilize their minds, and chanted prayers to turn the fruit into powder. Then, amidst the violent shaking of bells, followed the beat of timpani, they walked out a complex, strange and devious journey. Repeated endless dance steps.

Drums, prayers, bells, footsteps... Under the transmission of resonance, the soft and juicy air was shaken out, and the golden-red giant "Feast Beast" behind the stage also faintly roared.

In the end, the tremors spread to all the shaking things in the cathedral, the hanging chandeliers, the shaking candles, the silver fork bell, and the "primordial prophet" whose limbs were spinning endlessly... the point, line and plane of things The afterimage was pulled out of red, and gradually turned orange and brighter, and finally two moving creatures "strikers" that were excited by the beat jumped out from the front of the stage.

It is difficult to describe its shape in detail, because it is in a dynamic and high-speed dance all the time. It can only be roughly seen from the bright yellow afterimage that it is about three meters high. The limbs are extremely developed and stretched.

The pupils of those who rang the bell and stepped on the stage began to dilate, and their noses began to bleed, but they still managed to hold on.

As soon as the two "beaters" jumped off the stage, seven or eight "primordial prophets" were engulfed in a crazy dance, and were thrown out after a few breaths. Only a few broken limbs were thrown away go out.

The band played the whirlwind fast group of three beats at the end. For a while, these two endless creatures were like two high-speed centrifuges. Wherever they went, the bloody limbs of the "original prophet" flew around, and some There are only three or four legs connected to the wheel beam, and some of them are completely broken into small pieces.

But soon, more "Native Prophets" swarmed up and ate the "Striker" that Archbishop Fields summoned alone was riddled with holes.

The one controlled by Calestini and the other four priests collapsed on its own without receiving too many attacks—their combined strength was not as good as Fields, who was at the third level of comprehension, and had already fainted directly on the ground due to exhaustion. on the podium.

Fields, who was ringing the bell, hit the sieve with his legs, and his eyes began to appear lax again, and he might not be able to hold a few more breaths.

In Huita.

Fanning looked at the stacked landscape of light and dark ring shadows before him.

"The door path is full of guards in the abstract sense. Once the key is flawed, the response to the gnosis is wrong, or even just a little slow in thinking, and the inspiration is not slack, then it is not to contain the gnosis yourself, but Instead, offer yourself as a part of Gnosis..."

"Even if the response is correct, unreasonable answering steps will lead to a shift in observation angle, burying hidden dangers for oneself..."

He carefully corrected the state and trajectory of the chariot he was driving, and at the same time, the baton indicated that the glockenspiel would sound like a death knell at the end.

"Ding...ding...ding..."

This was not his main purpose, but the short-term spiritual resonance caused the huge "Feast Beast" to make a high-pitched sound of gold and stone breaking through the sky.

"Ding!...Ding!!...Ding!!!..."

A total of five new "strikers" were pulled out from the swaying lines in the church!

The battle against the "Native Prophet" seems to have turned around briefly again, but unfortunately the good times don't last long.

This confusing creature will not only emerge from the host's body several times, but they will also eat the remnants of their own kind, and even go to make peace with the banquet hosts who have fallen into a state of madness, and then give birth to new ones themselves. a few myself.

Another 3 minutes passed, "Striker" was riddled with holes again, and the broken skin all over the place was still dancing by itself.

Cracks and holes of several meters or even tens of meters have already appeared in the entire scarlet church wall.

The situation on the ground is not optimistic either. The blood-colored viscous liquid overflows everywhere like mud, completely submerging the figures of the banquet masters lying on the ground, and several banquet tables and chairs have fallen directly from the hollow into the dark red mist below. The bottomless abyss!

Archbishop Fields, whose spirituality had been exhausted, his eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground with a crash, his legs and feet twitching unconsciously.

For the time being, those who have not been significantly affected by the "Meat Thanksgiving", except for the special patrol hall in the containment altar, are the musicians who are spiritually performing on the stage.

Fanning's gaze only casts where it should be directed, and he controls the shot carefully.

At the end of measure 266, the woodwind group blows out a group of triplets that gradually fade away from strong to weak.

This is the last complaint and longing of the flowers. Compared with the chaotic and dark "mysterious motive" of the first movement, they have achieved a breakthrough of "something". However, their withering is sad and low-level, and they are earnestly praying to enter a higher range. and fields.

In the inner path of the "Gate of Light and Shadow", Fan Ning once again felt that the energy of the "chariot" shuttling through the door was about to collapse, and the road ahead was still endless, full of aggressive invisible guards who tortured knowledge.

"Once again, defeat the low level and rise up!"

Fan Ning's eyes are like torches, his left hand taps the direction of the string group, and his right hand sticks out to the clarinet part.

The third movement, "The Animals of the Forest Tell Me".

The brisk octave plucking sounds, and the clarinet blows out the fixed tone of birdsong, which complements the theme of the flute's dance music describing cuckoo birds, bringing the exotic and mysterious opening of the scherzo.

More and more birds in the voice part are singing tactfully, forming a bold counterpoint relationship, and the friction and extrusion between the intervals even has a hint of provocative fragrance.

There is still the mystery of the "pool" here, but the spirituality of the bird is undoubtedly a more definite victory of the higher over the lower than that of the flower.

The light and shadow of the chariot driven by Fan Ning became more solid, and it continued to shuttle towards the front of the path.

"Boom!!"

The crimson church floating above the abyss like an isolated island, once again raised a large section upwards, throwing away the infested mist and blood, causing hundreds of "primordial prophets" to fall into the nothingness under the carpet!
"You betrayed the banquet master!"

"You betrayed 'Red Pool'!"

"Scheler, you should die!!!"

Blood was bubbling from the side of the stage, and Renilla, who had lowered her eyebrows, suddenly stood up abruptly, roaring in panic and hysteria!
The rising of the third movement seemed to startle some inner changes in this woman. The red flesh-colored skin began to grow intermittently on her body surface, like a crooked pudding like a centipede, and her bulging eyes were deeply sunken into the flesh. In the pit, the skeleton on the back began to bulge, and gradually became swelling and cracking in every part and every direction.

"Chila!!!"

Just like the former "broker", blood plasma and pieces of flesh were scattered in all directions, and Renilla's tattered and ragged body burst open.

A woman who was one size smaller and whose complexion was as soft and pale as a newborn baby emerged from it. The earrings next to her short dark red hair were dripping with blood. There was no deep emotion in the facial features and face, and the lines were in the cognition Difficult to put together, it's like dumping the contents of the storage bag on the table.

"Miss Scarlet?" Fanning had once witnessed the mutated content of "Room of Pain", and he recognized her true colors.

The opponent's figure directly turned into a bloody light and shot towards the podium.

With Fan Ning's current state or strength, it is absolutely difficult to make an effective response, but he gave the band a reminder without haste.

In the 37th bar of the third movement, the harp and viola draw out a quiet vibrato.

Halfway through, the huge branches, leaves and petals that grew layer by layer tightly wrapped "Miss Scarlet" inside.

"Buzz! - Buzz! - Buzz! . . . "

At the edge of the church wall, the door that is already adjacent to the empty and crumbling porch, the loud solo of the postal numbers outside the venue sounded, echoing with the band on the stage tens of meters away, forming a strange acoustic space effect !
As for the person holding the title, most parts of his body are in the shape of bright flowers and leaves, only his face vaguely has the facial features of Master Luckert.

Holy One!
The core material of this large section of off-site post solo in the middle of the third movement was originally composed by Fan Ning after absorbing the artistic conception of independence from the world in poems such as "At Midnight" and "I Abandon the World". Appearing at this stage is also in the plan discussed by the two.

But Fan Ning, who was in command, was still stunned for a few seconds.

"These two people?...appeared here directly as the main body?..."

"Is it because..."

A possibility suddenly became apparent to Fanning.

The original bodies of the orderers have been sublimated. They are not creatures living in the appearance of the world, but now they can directly confront each other in front of themselves, and they are not the hazy form of divine representation...

Combined with the "waking layer" that was still there after I joined Huita, the outside world that turned into nothingness outside the wall, and some guests who disappeared out of thin air under my nose, combined with the various past doubts after coming to the Southern Kingdom, everything can only be resolved. illustrate……

Fan Ning directed the string group to make subtle changes in intensity, but he murmured a few words in order to prove it to the Qi who stood outside the band:
"Dream?"

"This country that once belonged to the 'Fanghui poet' is essentially just a dream?"

(End of this chapter)