Lord of Eternal Darkness

The entire library on the second floor seemed so quiet, except for the occasional random footsteps that trampled unintentionally. His eyes searched the dark library, but what he saw was darkness that could not be seen.

But something in the darkness and silence seemed to sharpen his senses, and even allowed him to detect psychological hints that were not enough to make an impression.

"Keep moving forward, you ignorant person."

Occasionally, his ears seemed to pick up some faint and elusive rustling sound, but it was not like the sound coming from the dirty streets outside at midnight.

After a while, he searched along the wall and touched a button. After opening it, the entire library became brighter, and the lights flickered.

"Ahem, I think it's okay. The scary atmosphere is pretty good. I didn't expect that there are six doors on it."

Li Xiaoming glanced around nonchalantly. He dared to walk in the dark where there were monsters, and naturally ignored the bloody scenes he saw.

Bodies that had been torn into pieces were lying around the bookshelf, and the remaining blood stained the floor bright red. Those empty ghosts hunted all night long, their clothes and bodies covered with blood. Each of them transformed into the butchers of hell. While they were eating, they did not choose to take the initiative to attack.

Li Xiaoming noticed that these people were all wearing red robes with triangular hoods on the back, and they did not look like students in the school. They seemed to be believers of the Twelve Blood Moon Society.

He heard strange music ringing in his ears. No, to be precise, it was the sound of a piano that suddenly sounded.

"Requiem for the Silent One, don't respond to the applause after listening to it." Wang Ye suddenly thought of this sentence.

The empty ghosts around them all raised their heads. At this moment, Li Xiaoming actually saw human expressions on their faces, full of surprise and joy. They actually lined up one by one, slowly walked to the sixth door, and started to go. Go ahead.

The strangest thing was that the dark door actually opened by itself.

"Holy shit, this music is so awesome, it's direct mind control." Wang Ye picked up the deceased's equipment from the ground, rubbed the axes in his hands against each other, and made a harsh sound.

Wang Ye followed the empty ghosts leisurely, and suddenly thought of something, he ran to the corpse and took a handful of blood to smear it on his body.

However, this move caused the teammate's mental value to drop. Li Xiaoming was a little speechless. Is this disguise sure to treat you not as a kindred spirit, but as food?

The two people blended into the two teams. He was following the dozen empty ghosts and acting as an audience, listening to the master's music.

Now he could see clearly that deep in the house, there was a faint little lamp above his head, emitting a yellow light. There is a beautiful and simple piano placed there, standing still.

There is a pair of beautiful hands playing on it, wearing white gloves, and its ten fingers are dancing like elves, full of spirituality and vitality.

Li Xiaoming frowned. Oh my god, there were really only two hands playing there, and the chaotic notes formed a harmonious movement. It was really amazing.

The empty ghosts around them put on intoxicated expressions and listened attentively, not noticing that there were two aliens among them. Wang Ye had no feeling for the music at first, but as the piano rhythm accelerated, he gradually felt his heart beating harder.

An illusory figure wearing a pair of white gloves was playing strange music desperately, without paying any attention to whether the audience in the audience had the ability to appreciate it.

The music was pleasant at first, and then when it moved to the second chapter, it gradually became as rumbling as lightning and thunder, making people's hearts tremble.

The calm expressions of the surrounding ghosts gradually turned violent, with bloodthirsty light shining in their eyes. Their roars and piano sounds in the audience formed a sharp contrast and a strange ensemble, as if they were the masters of this concert.

The scene in front of me transformed into various thrilling and magical scenes in the "Divine Comedy". There were all kinds of demons and ghosts in hell, such as the three-headed vicious dog that devoured ghosts, and the human-faced demon bird flying above the forest of suicides, with three pairs of different colors. The King of Hell with a face and three pairs of huge wings, and the Goddess of Vengeance covered in blood with a green snake on her head.

Li Xiaoming shook his head and ignored these hallucinations. The power of the dreamer gave him a strong ability to identify, but a feeling of nothingness was swallowing him.

Chew his bones, devour his flesh, and corrupt his soul.

Only then did he realize that his mental strength had begun to decline significantly, his hands gradually became weak, and the rose cane on his hand was about to fall off.

Looking back at Wang Ye, he was completely stunned and showed a lunatic smile.

What else was said in his mouth, "It is the place where the dim stars are swept by the wind from the charnel house; the evil abode guarded by ghosts that descends from the human world; the sacred temple that dwells among countless stars. The great cylinder of the world; the chaos that crawls in the realm between light and dark in the world; the Great Old Ones who have been there since the beginning of the universe and fooled all."

He gritted his teeth and summoned the red dragon, directly merging with it to prevent his consciousness from being eroded by these weird music and gradually turning into a puppet. He used Meng Yuan to heal his teammates and save his sanity that was on the verge of collapse.

There was cold sweat on Li Xiaoming's forehead. The music gradually became dull in his ears. It seemed that his mental strength was with the help of the nightmare beast.

The most important thing is that these notes cannot create fear in one's heart, generate disasters, and cause harm to life.

Finally, those weird white gloves played the first chapter of the entire music. The piece that should be changed is Dante's "Divine Comedy" trilogy Heaven, Hell, Purgatory.

After the song ended, thunderous applause sounded from the surroundings, and the empty ghosts clapped their hands mechanically. The owner of the white gloves sat on the chair and sighed silently.

"This miserable applause comes from those sad souls who were neither praised nor infamy during their lifetimes. Mixed in this despicable chorus, there are also some angels who were not loyal to Azathoth, but also were not loyal to Azathoth. Rebel against Azathoth, they only have themselves in mind."

A strange voice sounded, mixed with some vague words, as sincere as a believer.

Wang Ye watched everything calmly. He did not go up to applaud, as if he did not intend to abide by the rules.

Because it was awful music to his ears, especially his last few words.

The illusory figure, vaguely visible to the naked eye, also wears pure white gloves, so let's just call him white gloves.

He seemed to be lamenting and cheering. He is like a devout believer who transforms into a great magician and deceives all living beings. Wang Ye smiled disdainfully, since you are the only god in your heart.

So how come there are folk myths, religious myths, and even alien myths, let alone the Zerg looking out of the universe.

With so many gods gathered together, I don’t know who can win against whom. Who is the real master? Isn't it too much for you to just try to win over believers from other regions with just one word?

Wang Ye doesn't care about the so-called original sin. Human nature is what it is, so there's no need to change it.

They are full of greed, selfishness and evil, but they are full of vitality, kindness, gentleness, and sacrifice many beautiful qualities. Good and evil are inherently opposed to each other and interdependent.

The so-called justice is nothing more than standing in the interests of the majority of people. Even the so-called gods are busy with their own private affairs. They launch wars, confuse believers, and kill innocent people for trivial matters, but here they mock the pity and sin of human beings. This is a huge joke.

After listening to the music, the empty ghosts walked out of the room quietly, and the entire door was closed.

Li Xiaoming sat motionless in the audience chair, and then applause suddenly sounded, echoing in the dark room.

"Haha, what you said is so good, it's like farting, I really like it." Wang Ye laughed disdainfully.

The figure who turned around in white gloves looked at Wang Ye in the audience with some surprise. "Your sins seem irredeemable? But why are you still alive?"

"How come the music can be played to the living dead, but can't it be played to a rough guy like me?" Wang Ye said angrily.

"This song is so powerful that evil people will change their minds after listening to it and become physically and mentally disabled. Good people will have an epiphany about life after listening to it. People who are half-dead will applaud and leave the table after listening to it. Which category are you?" White Gloves played it casually. Play the piano twice.

"Sorry, I am an ordinary person, but you are definitely not a human being." Wang Ye said sheepishly, rubbing his head.

"Whoever hopes to use our weak rationality to see through endless mystical dreams is either foolish or crazy."

"I have no sense of fear in my heart, and there is no good or evil in my heart. Even if you are judged, it is not your turn. Even if you kill me with your strong strength, what can you do?" Wang Ye said sarcastically as he walked.

Li Xiaoming looked at the man next to him and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Has his sanity been completely destroyed?

White Glove said seriously: "Since He can create the world, of course He can also destroy it."

"What a coincidence, you are just a grain of dust and sand, no one will care at all. Even this world view of the universe is nothing more than that, turned into a string of data."

White Gloves was silent for a while, and finally uttered a few words: "Tell me if you are a bully!"

"hehe."

"To be honest, with your current strength, I can easily kill you instantly, but according to the regulations, I have no right to attack a living person who has no impact after listening to my music." The white-gloved hand turned slightly on the piano. circle, but his consciousness has always been locked on Li Xiaoming.

And for some reason, Li Xiaoming has remained silent since the moment he came in. That is the fear in his heart, the power that he does not dare to rebel against. What he is facing is a god from outside the universe, even if this is just one of his thousands of clones. .

When White Gloves paid attention to him, Xiao Ming felt that his throat was tightly locked, and all the bones in his body were trembling with coldness. It was obvious that he recognized him.

Only Wang Ye didn't know anything, and he walked to the piano with a stubborn head. It was just that the unreachable existence began to communicate face to face with the phantom. The powerful pressure seemed to freeze him.

"Interesting, what are you looking for?"

"Nothing, I just want you to listen to my music."

After hearing this, Bai Gloves gave up his seat. Wang Ye sat on the chair and stretched his clothes. He clicked quickly with ten thick fingers and produced a string of strange notes on the piano until the depths of his soul trembled.

"Ahem, the first thing I do when I get up every day is give myself a pep talk... In order to have a slim waist, I hold my breath every day... to burn my calories! Come on, take the donuts, take them away, you're welcome... "

Wang Ye roared and sang at the top of his voice, expressing the surging feeling in his heart. This is the most sincere feeling, coupled with the superb piano art, Ula's ear-piercing voice, blooming the splendor of life. .

The head was shaking desperately, as if it was playing heavy metal rock music.