Original God's Dark Priest

Chapter 853: Remus of the Musical Concerto

The process of opening the hidden secret realm was smoother than expected. Perhaps because the Defatuna theory cited by Remus originated from the world style, Rene quickly understood the encryption principle and solved the puzzle.

Following a crisp cracking sound, Saphir felt the fluctuation of space.

It was very clear, so clear that she didn't even need to use the Seven Transformations of the Snake to condense the spatial elements to break through the space in order to open a door.

She raised her right hand and clenched her fist slightly, and a deep purple door slowly opened in front of her. Behind this door was the hidden secret realm.

Without any hesitation, Safir stepped in.

Rene subconsciously wanted to follow, but found that the door began to resist entry after Saphir walked in.

Noticing this, Saphir frowned slightly, then said to Rene, "In that case, don't come in. There are still many secrets hidden here. Just wander around. I'll be out soon."

René knew that a secret realm created by Remus could not do anything to Saphir, so he nodded.

He was studious, and the ruins of Lemuria were well preserved and of great research value.

If possible, he even hoped that Saphir could stay in the secret realm longer so that he could have more time to study the culture of Lemuria.

Seeing that Rene had begun to look around, Saphir withdrew his gaze and slowly walked into the depths of the secret realm.

The dark passage stretched out for a long distance. Saphir walked quietly, his footsteps were so light that they made almost no sound.

This is her habit. In an unknown environment, she will try her best to avoid making any noise to avoid emergencies.

Not long after they started walking, they heard a faint sound ahead. Saphir raised an eyebrow. It looked like there were also living creatures in this secret realm? Or perhaps, some mechanical device still functioning.

Anything is better than nothing.

She quickened her pace, and the sounds coming from the depths became clearer and clearer.

Soon, she heard it clearly. It was not the noise of machinery running, nor the muttering of people talking, nor the chirping and flapping of wings of insects, birds and animals, but music.

"Music?" Safire stopped. This was unexpected, but also reasonable.

Remus established Lemuria based on the great music, so it is not difficult to understand why there is music in this secret realm.

However, Saphir didn't understand why Remus was playing here, or was he also lost in his own fantasy like Diocletian?

On second thought, she felt that it was unlikely. Diocletian was an overthrown king. Until his death, he could not understand why people rebelled against him. It was normal for him to be unable to accept the destruction of his own country.

But Remus was different. He watched his country gradually established, gradually become stronger, and finally destroyed.

He witnessed every stage of his kingdom in its entirety, and had also anticipated its final destruction. It can be said that the demise of Lemuria was largely condoned by Remus.

Although he was unwilling, he finally realized it and chose to join forces with Scylla to struggle again. In fact, Remus had already accepted such an outcome at that time.

Such a person should not be as confused and uneasy as Diocletian.

Just as Saphir was thinking, the music gradually became more passionate from its original peaceful sound.

Safire didn't think much of this change at first, thinking it was just another piece of music being played, but she soon realized something was wrong.

The passionate music moved her heart and made her put her hands on her chest.

It wasn't the moving music that brought back memories, but the strange melody that was trying to synchronize with her heartbeat, which was an attack.

She almost forgot how long it had been since she encountered this type of enemy, with inexplicable hostility and inexplicable fighting.

If you don't have enough experience, you might not even know how you died.

Saphir tried to steady her heartbeat, but she heard the music pause, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Then the thunderous music surged like a tide, occupying her eardrums.

If it were just ordinary music, such an abrupt change might only make people feel uncomfortable, but this is music that can control people's heartbeats, and such an abrupt change will only bring about one result.

Safir suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at his chest in disbelief. There, his heart, which should have been beating strongly, was torn apart.

The girl's body fell weakly to the ground, and she completely lost her breath. At the same time, the music stopped.

Deep in the secret realm, there is a magnificent palace. The azure walls are decorated with gold and painted with exquisite murals. If you look closely, you can see that each of these murals corresponds to a demon god.

There's Dekalapian, who condenses tornadoes in the sky and destroys everything; there's Akhmara, an unrivaled warrior who can easily devastate thousands of miles of land; there's Morax, whose charisma can calm a child's night cry with a single glance; and there's the beautiful, wise, and gentle King of the Great Tree...

These are not all kings who dominate the continent of Teyvat, but they have all left their names in the vast history for future generations to admire.

In front of the mural, a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament is sitting on a sofa covered with red cloth on a golden stand.

The man was holding a harp in his hand, and the sound he just played was produced by this harp.

He put the harp aside with a bit of boredom and sighed softly, "I thought that with the entrance of a demon god, there would be some fun to watch, but I didn't expect it to be so weak. It's really... disappointing.

How on earth did such a weak creature survive to this day? It is puzzling.”

The man was obviously a little disdainful of Safir being killed so easily. Perhaps it was because he hadn't fought for too long, or maybe he was not good at fighting. When he saw the target fall, he assumed that he was dead.

By this time, the victory speeches had already begun, and naturally there was some complacency and disdain for Safire in the words.

Behind him, a figure hidden in the void was observing the mural with great interest.

It was a woman, wearing a moon-white robe and a wide-sleeved jacket. Her gray hair was flying in the wind and she had a bright smile on her face.

"Let's stop with this boring victory speech. Since the restoration of this painting is pretty good, I can let you off the hook for painting me on the wall." A cold voice suddenly rang out in the hall, and the man's whole body froze.

He subconsciously wanted to look back, but heard the girl speak again: "Oh, don't look back, and don't touch your piano, otherwise I'm afraid I will lose control and slit your throat."

“Who…are you?” The man swallowed and spoke in a low voice.

Saphir chuckled. "Don't you know my identity? A weak demon god who suddenly broke in while struggling to survive."

"What a joke..." The man realized that he had been completely fooled. The guy who suddenly broke in was not a weak demon at all. On the contrary, he was very powerful and his methods were very strange, so strange that he didn't even know how he got into the hall.

Saphir carefully observed the mural of Guizhong, then turned to look at the woman with long aqua-blue hair painted on the other side: "Who is this?"

"This is your father." Veronica's dissatisfied voice sounded in Saphir's heart.

Saphir couldn't help but tut a sound: "Do you have any manners? You curse people right away."

"Hmph..." Veronica snorted coldly and stopped talking.

After being scolded, Saphir lost interest in commenting. She finally turned around and looked at the man who was still frozen in place. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Saphir. This name may be unfamiliar to you. You can also call me 'Hagentus'. Perhaps the name of the demon god is more familiar to you?"

"Hagentus?" The man responded.

Saphir nodded and was about to say something when he heard the man sneer: "Does Morax know that you are impersonating that person's name?"

"Oh? I didn't expect a weakling like you to be so respectful." Saphir was surprised, and then she looked at him as if he was mentally retarded, "Whose name do you think I need to borrow?

Also, I introduced myself to you so you could tell me yours, not because I was asking you about the consequences of impersonating someone...

Don't you understand the situation? I'm talking to you nicely, don't be so shameless."

"..." The man didn't expect Saphir to have such a perverse personality. For a moment, he even forgot how to respond. Fortunately, he was also used to the ups and downs of life. He quickly reacted and said coldly, "I am Remus, the King of Lemuria."

After receiving the expected answer, Saphir nodded with satisfaction: "I knew it was you."

"..." Remus was speechless again. The only entrance to this secret realm was the Palace of the Old Sea. This woman must have passed through there to run in, and she also solved Fatuna's puzzle.

If she really didn't know Remus and Lemuria, it would be understandable. But since she knew the name, didn't she think about who else could be here besides Remus?

There must be no one else here, why are you asking here? Is it fun?

Safire's answer is: It's fun. If it's not for fun, why bother?

"As far as I know, Remus is the demon god of Xumi, right? I see that you have demon gods from other countries here. How did you know about these demon gods?" Saphir was more concerned about this issue because Remus should not have had any intersection with these demon gods.

After all, there was even Guizhong here, and she didn't remember having heard of a demon god like Remus before.

Remus frowned and pondered for a moment before speaking, "It's Fatuna's metaphor. In this world, there are all kinds of powerful beings. They each represent a certain authority. If these authorities are combined, we will gain the power to change the world."

"Gathering authority? You can gain authority by painting a few murals and offering them as sacrifices?" Saphir raised her eyebrows. It is not that easy to gain power. If that is all she needs, she would not mind building a temple in Yuanxia Palace and burning incense and offering sacrifices every day.

Remus shook his head. "What I did was not to seize power. I simply showed respect to the corresponding authority through their image. That's all."

"Boring..." Sapphire lost interest.

Remus's approach is not without effect. It is actually the prototype of a belief system. If it can be studied in depth, Remus may become a spokesperson for divinity in the future.

To put it in a more popular way, it is similar to the messenger of the Sea of ​​Trees Universe. Compared with the gods themselves, there is indeed a gap in the level of power, but compared with ordinary people, such power is already very strong.

But... Saphir looked down upon such a superficial application of faith.

Not to mention that this method is just a concept, even if it is really developed, Safire has no interest in it.

Because this kind of offering ultimately leads to the sacred skill system. That's right, no matter who the god is, there is only one final result: the sacred system.

Because this system is rather special, its power does not depend on the gods worshipped, but only on the purity of faith. As long as there is faith, one can use sacred skills. Saphir once saw a skeleton wizard raising his hand to cast a sacred forbidden spell, a sacred undead creature, which really surprised her at the time.

The ability of Sapphire's Seraph mode has the same origin as this one, both of which are based on faith. However, no matter how much Remus studies, in the end he can only obtain the corresponding abilities of believers, and he will never become a god.

The reason is very simple, he has no believers.

However, Saphir's Seraph mode is an absolute divine power, and Remus's ability is of no help to her.

Having lost interest in the mural, Saphir looked at the harp that Remus had placed aside. She walked over and picked it up. "Come to think of it, your fighting style is a bit unique. Killing people with music, that's a good idea. Was it also the inspiration from Fatuna?"

Looking at the harp in Saphir's hand, Remus nodded slowly: "The Grand Movement can be used for protection, and naturally it can also be used for attack."

"What's the principle?" Saphir stared at Remus with burning eyes.

Remus frowned for a long time, and as if he had made up his mind, he stretched out his hand to Saphir: "I can't explain it, but I can demonstrate it."

"Oh! Then show me." Saphir did not miss the murderous intent that flashed in the other's eyes, and threw the harp to him nonchalantly.

Holding the harp that he had lost and found again, Remus hesitated again. He was now faced with a choice: either try his best to fight to the death and try to kill Saphir. If he failed, he would die.

Or... give up resistance and completely hand over your life to the other party.

In fact, there is not much difference between the two options. No matter which one, Remus cannot accept it. He has finally found a place to live and does not want to give up.

only…

Looking at Saphir's playful expression, Remus realized that he might have been overthinking it and that he had no choice at all.

Sure enough, seeing Remus's hesitation, Saphir sighed and said, "Why do you feel pity for me? In this case, how can I kill you without any regrets...

You should have understood this when I entered here, right? Your life and death are closely tied to the seal of Fontaine's earth veins. The only way to break the seal is to let you die."