Chapter 241 Not important to God, but important to us
The notes...are disappearing?!
In the basement, Maggie and the others first saw the notes on their bodies suddenly grow abscesses like Karen's. Before they could react to what was going on, the infected notes began to collapse again.
They had never seen anything like this before, and immediately used all their skills to try to stop it from happening.
But it's not of much use.
The notes infected with pus are extremely uncontrollable in themselves. The more they push them, the more the process becomes more severe.
“No, no, no!” A male player pressed his skin tightly, his eyes red, “Go back quickly, go back quickly!”
As disciples of Ulysses, they can accept death and sacrifice themselves for Ulysses and the final chapter.
But they could not accept that the note that they valued more than life was taking away from them.
The player is supreme.
But only when there are notes can they be played.
What are they without the notes?
They didn't dare to think about this problem, so they could only try their best to prevent the notes from collapsing, but with little success.
So they knelt on the ground, raised their heads as if they were grasping at the last straw, and wanted to pray to the holy light.
Pray for the Lord's grace.
but,
"Why..." someone trembled, "I can't feel the Lord's presence?"
Just one short sentence brought even greater despair and...fear to the performers present.
The Lord of Holy Sound did not respond.
It's not that grace was not given, but that there was absolutely no response.
But they were clearly standing under the Temple of Seven Tones, and the ceremony had clearly not ended yet. They could just feel the power and presence of the Lord.
But now, that feeling is gone.
Lord of Holy Sound.
Not here anymore.
"No, no, no... Impossible." Maggie, the most stable and devout of the players present, could no longer maintain her composure. She was trembling all over and kept shaking her head. "The Lord is everywhere, the Lord is everywhere, the Lord is everywhere!"
She repeated this sentence three times, not knowing whether she was trying to convince others or herself.
"He's always been there! It's just that we can't feel Him anymore. It's our problem!" she screamed. "It's our problem!"
Her desperate voice echoed throughout the basement, like a blind person who had just lost his sight shouting in the darkness.
Then, she finally heard the "voice of hope".
"Wait, look, the notes of 'Final Chapter' were not affected!"
Maggie turned her head immediately and found that the golden music score and sound on the dusty body were still intact except for some discoloration, and obviously had not been affected.
“The notes are still there!”
Maggie shouted excitedly, and then everyone quickly crawled towards the body like wild dogs smelling something.
“The Lord has not abandoned us!”
"If we wake him up, we can see the Lord again! We can have the Lord's grace showered upon us!"
"Yes, of course you can!"
But just as their hands were about to touch the body.
A white shadow quickly passed over their heads and then landed on the head of the body in advance.
It's an owl.
The owl tilted its head and looked at them.
This made everyone stand there in a daze.
And then the next second.
The body that had been sealed for years slowly opened its eyes.
…
Ulysses slowly released his hands from his chest.
On his chest, are his musical notes.
Yes, he still tried his best to keep his notes.
But Ulysses did not feel fortunate, because his notes had become dull and so light in color that they seemed like they could be easily wiped away with an eraser.
At the same time, there are still some black spots left on the notes, like a few abrupt ink stains on an expensive painting.
This degree is only slightly better than complete destruction.
And he, who might be the most powerful player of Holy Sound at the moment, could only do this much even if he tried his best. Ulysses couldn't imagine what it would be like for the other players who listened to the final chapter.
"Is this what you wanted, Helvinia?"
Ulysses spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and weathered, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.
"Is this what you want... to kill all the players?"
He looked at Hevinia who was not far away.
At this time, Hevinia's body was completely rotten.
The virus really only targets musical notes.
But Helvinia has seven notes.
Now all these notes were destroyed, dyeing her flesh and blood black. At the same time, her innate golden score was also affected, and it became as chaotic as a broken string.
The destroyed music score also made it impossible for her to maintain the appearance of Hevinia. At this moment, she turned back into her true self. Her long hair, as bright as blood, was stained with black blood and became extremely dirty. The only remaining black eye had lost its luster.
If others could survive by destroying the notes, it was impossible for Hevinia.
She could die at any moment, so much so that Ulysses couldn't be sure whether she could even hear his voice.
Fortunately it is possible.
She responded to Ulysses by blinking very slowly.
"I don't understand," Ulysses asked. "Why on earth would you do this? What on earth would you gain? What on earth do you want?"
Hevinia slowly tilted her head and then spoke in a very soft voice.
"I have no idea."
"...You didn't know?" Ulysses held onto his cane tightly, his body shaking with anger. "You did such a thing and yet you said you didn't know? You ruined the player's future! You ruined the entire Holy Sound!"
Ulysses was like a wounded lion, roaring angrily and weakly at Helvinia.
"Have you ever thought about what would happen without the Holy Sound of musical notes?!"
Helvinia still tilted her head.
Then he laughed.
"Yes," she said. "What's going to happen?"
…
Initial Hakka, seed area.
This is the largest seed area in the entire Shengyin.
There are thousands of breeding males and females.
Right now, things are in chaos here.
Everyone who listened to the final chapter either lost the notes or had the notes rotted beyond recognition.
In addition, the sudden disappearance of the holy light made everyone unable to feel the Lord's presence, which exacerbated the chaos.
The Hakkas had to send more managers to maintain order.
So they entered with whips as usual, and swung them even more fiercely.
"Asshole! Get back to your room!"
"No more praying! Everyone, go back!"
"Do you fucking understand what people are saying?!"
Whips were swung down one after another.
The stud breeders who had reached their limits in all aspects fell one after another in a pool of blood, but they did not hold back and even increased their strength.
Because they also felt uneasy, they decided to maintain order in the shortest possible time.
However, a whip was caught suddenly.
The people from Chu Hakka turned around and saw a stud holding the whip with a dazed look on his face.
"Asshole! What do you want to do?!"
The Hakka man tried to take the whip back, but the man did not let go, so more whips fell, but he still held on tightly.
“This bastard!”
The impatient leader walked over with a knife in hand and pointed it at the stud's neck.
Then, he saw the stud raised his head, looked at him with a very confused look, and said softly.
“I have no notes left…”
"You, too."
The leader's hand suddenly trembled.
But he still swung his knife and chopped it down.
The stud fell in a pool of blood, killed as easily as an animal, just like before.
But for some unknown reason, the leader felt his entire body trembling and cold sweat kept pouring out.
What was that guy's look like just now?
He felt an inexplicable fear.
But he resisted the urge to show it, instead he snorted coldly and wiped the blood off the knife: "It's just a..."
Halfway through the conversation, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
Quiet.
So quiet.
The previous noise and restlessness had disappeared, replaced by silence, deathly silence.
The leader stood up stiffly and looked around.
All the studs were looking at him.
Those eyes.
Exactly the same as the stud just now.
…
Ulysses' pupils narrowed slightly.
At this moment, he suddenly understood what Hevinia meant and what Hevinia wanted.
"Order..." He looked into Helvinia's eyes, "It is order that you want to destroy."
Helvinia smiled. "So that's what you call order?"
"What else is it?" said Ulysses. "Helvinia, you are a madman indeed. You are dragging the whole of the Sacred Music into the mire in response to all that has happened to you. You are avenging the whole of the Sacred Music and all its players just for your own misfortune."
Helvinia said nothing.
She could hardly speak anymore; just breathing was taking away all her strength.
And Ulysses was still talking.
"But this is destined to be just your wishful thinking." Ulysses slowly walked towards Helvinia, his voice becoming increasingly indifferent, "The Lord will not abandon the Holy Voice. His grace will eventually return to this land. You have sacrificed everything that was destroyed, and the Lord can rebuild it with just a wave of his hand."
"Yes, yes." Helvinia smiled with difficulty. "So, how long will it take? One year, two years, ten years... or, twenty years?"
“Time has no meaning with the Lord.”
"Yes." Hevinia said softly, "But this is very meaningful to us... In twenty years, enough things can happen."
Ulysses did not respond directly to Helvinia's words.
Because even he had to admit that Hevinia was right.
The Lord of Holy Music cannot always look at this land. The notes and the players are His connection with this land.
And all of this has been cut off. So when He reestablishes the connection, will the Holy Sound still be the Holy Sound?
Just as Hevinia said, for the mortal world, too much can happen in twenty years.
"But even so, we will wait." Ulysses stood in front of Helvinia, "Holy Sound will not be defeated like this. We will wait for the Lord to return to the world, but before that..."
Ulysses tried hard to drive the incomplete notes and transformed the staff into an irregular long sword.
"I will bring judgment upon you, Helvinia."
Ulysses looked at Hevinia, who could no longer even lift her head, and slowly raised the sword in his hand.
"You are the worst sinner in the history of the Holy Voice, Helvinia," Ulysses said. "Go to hell and repent for what you have done."
Helvinia could no longer hear Ulysses' words.
Everything was blurry before her eyes.
She saw many, many things.
The mother who sold her, Hevinia who wanted to kill her, Olenna who succeeded in upgrading but was brutally killed, Caesar who told her what a free poet is, Anita who smiled and committed suicide in front of her, and the shy boy.
But in the end, the picture condenses under a huge ancient tree.
The man whose figure could not be seen clearly was staring at her quietly.
"Twenty years?"
She spoke softly in a voice that only she could hear.
"Before that... come back to this world."
"Mr. Visas."
With a "swish" sound.
She heard a sound cutting through the air.
Then it completely fell into darkness.
…
black.
So dark.
It's pitch black where you can't see anything.
But in the blink of an eye, it turned white again.
Pure white.
Somewhat blindingly white.
It looks like the sky, and also like snow.
The only color in this pure white is the long fiery red hair.
Hevinia lay in the pure white world, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
“It’s so empty.”
She didn't know how long it was before she heard someone talking in her ear.
"How about something?"
A crisp snap of fingers.
The pure white world began to change.
Although the main color is still white, more things are filled in.
Low houses and muddy roads.
And what lay before Hevinia was the huge pit where countless people were buried.
Hevinia's posture also changed from lying to sitting. She sat in front of the big pit with her legs in the pit. If she moved a little forward, she would fall down.
Then, Helvinia saw someone sitting next to her, with their legs in the air like her.
Helvinia turned her head and looked at the person in front of her.
It was clearly a strange face, but it felt unusually familiar, as if I had known it for a long time.
Then the originally sluggish brain quickly resumed its response.
"Mr. Visas?" Helvinia asked.
"Yes." Bai Wei smiled and nodded, "It's me."
"Why are you here?"
"I'm here to see an old friend off for the last time." Bai Wei said, "After all... I didn't have time to see him before."
“…I see.”
Hevinia smiled, and then spoke softly.
"That's really, really great."
(End of this chapter)
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