Heartbreaker

Chapter 115 Octave Box and Scalpel

Wash Polu maintained a limp posture for a long time, and finally a sliver of strength surged through his fingertips.He slowly propped up his body, looking at the huge monster standing in front of him, his eyes were empty.

Not only him, but many people will never forget that thrilling night.The Cathedral of Santa Maria was destroyed, the exquisite statues and stone pillars collapsed and shattered, and the white dragon roared to the sky. The roar pierced the tranquility of the night and pressed the noise to the ground.

The dragon is alive.

Wash stood up on a piece of broken rock, and looked at the dragon's ferocious back in silence.He couldn't believe that it was the incarnation of that calm-faced undead, and he couldn't find any trace of the past from that fierce body.The white dragon's huge claws crushed the church's house, and the monks and doctors fled in a panic on the broken ground, many of them were crushed under the ruins, lifeless.

With the anger that devoured the world, it spurted a ball of fire from its throat, enveloping the ruins in dazzling flames.

"Messiah..." The monk crawled slowly among the ruins, shouting out the name with all his strength, "Messiah...no, Undead..."

The dragon heard Popolo's voice and stopped destroying the church building.It silently stared at the black-robed monk, turned its eyes around a few times, lost some of its blood color, and regained its clarity.

With a few bangs, the dragon turned its huge body and spread its sharp claws on a rock.

A limp body fell from above.

"cough……"

Wash heard weak gasps and coughs, looked intently, and Douglas fell to the ground, his whole body was blood red.That former high-ranking bishop ended up like this, Popolo stroked his swollen eyeball silently, moved his rag-like body, and moved to the side of the other party.

"..."

Douglas' left eye was shattered by rocks, blood flowed from his head, and the paw prints of the white dragon remained on the cap.He trembled on the ground, his fingers spread out, as if he was waiting for someone to hold it in his hands.

【sorry. 】

Vash was startled, and looked up at the dragon.The white dragon's slender and smooth body glowed with holy light under the moonlight, and he was looking at him quietly at this moment, with one blue eye full of sadness.

Long said, 【He forcibly took away your right to life and death, I can't save you. 】

The monk said in a daze, "The right to life and death?..."

Douglas coughed and regained consciousness.The dragon didn't say a word anymore, as if he was listening to something, his azure blue eyes stared straight at the dying man, and his fingers and claws gleamed coldly.

The next second, it suddenly bent down, and its pointed nails pierced Douglas' chest!

【This is what he used to replace the heart. 】

Wash heard the sound of wood breaking.The dragon raised its claws, and a square box wrapped in slime and minced meat fell out from the imperial bishop's chest.

Click, the box popped open by itself.When Wash saw it, it was a simple music box.

He picked it up in a daze, and turned the clockwork, and the old music box immediately played hoarse music, like a lonely and white dandelion flower, wandering in the wind...

...when the melody of praise sounds, my heart goes to you...

...when the anointing of the Holy Spirit overflows, my spirit is no longer sealed...

Listening to the familiar melody, the black-robed monk's eyes dimmed for a moment.In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the magnificent and majestic chapel that reflected bright light.

Rows of apprentice monks in black robes and white ribbons stood neatly on the dark green steps, raised their lively faces, and sang with their lips to the melody of hymns, and the immature voices of children filled the broad beam ceiling.

"When the melody of praise sounds, all my heart goes to you;

When the anointing of the Holy Spirit overflows, my spirit is no longer sealed.

Fountains of praise bathed like spring rain,

The joy in my heart is endless.

The notes of praise flow like snowflakes,

The warm current in my heart slowly rises..."

The monk chanted ecstatically the hymn he had learned to sing with his companions in the past.At that time, he stood in the most central position in front of the choir, singing loud and sincere.He praised God and the Holy Spirit, but from the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a monk sitting in the corner.

He later learned that the apprentice who had been watching him, named Douglas Hayden, was the only one who was not selected for the choir.Because the other party is from the Mogol tribe, they should not believe in the gods they serve, so naturally they are not qualified to sing hymns.

At that time, the young Vash Polu first had the idea of ​​"wanting to do something for him".He wiped clean the music box that was awarded to him by other monks, tightened the wind-up and listened to it, and it was the song "All To You" that the music box was playing.

Wash secretly hid the music box in Douglas Hayden's closet as a compensation for his inability to sing.

Vash was delighted for several days by this secret gift.

That joy reached its peak when he discovered Douglas playing with the music box.Sitting alone by the pond, the skinny Mogol boy secretly took out the small music box from his arms and held it in his hand cherishingly, letting the faint music echo in the quiet bushes over and over again.

At that time, Vash thought that no matter what ethnicity the other party was from, as long as he had a heart to perceive beauty and love, he was a qualified and dedicated probationary monk.There are many children of the same age who he made friends with, but Vash Polu found an inexplicable sense of familiarity in this person.

His desire to make friends with the other party also began at that time.

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【What do you remember? 】

Hearing Long's deep voice, the monk turned away, holding the music box in his hand, and said with a tearful smile: "It's nothing...just, there is a feeling of nostalgia in my heart..."

This is the music box he gave Douglas, and the letter "Bolu" is engraved on the edge of the lid.

For so many years, the thing that has been placed in the heart of the other party has turned out to be it.

Suddenly there was a commotion, the fire pierced the dark night, the dragon and the monk raised their heads, and there was a murderous arrow rain in the sky!The white dragon blocked the figure of the black-robed monk and let out a ferocious roar. Those arrows either broke in the air, or stuck on the hard dragon scales, without hurting Vash at all.

The five towering bell towers in the royal city sent out deafening bells one after another, which was a signal of the coming crisis.Bailong saw the watchtower flickering with flames from a distance, and the dormant black shadows on it were the soldiers of the empire. They drew their bows and arrows and stared at it.

At this time, the white dragon looked around and covered a person under the rubble with its wide dragon wings.Vash recognized it, it should be Lemon Bonespur.

The sound of the bell was like a soul-stirring mourning song, disturbing everyone's mind.Thousands of households in Wangcheng lit up candles, and when they saw the wreckage of Santa Maria Cathedral and the figure of the dragon standing quietly on it, they all cried out!

The quiet night suddenly became like screaming boiling water.

"Brother Luo..."

Vash struggled to hold one of the dragon's pointed fingers, and said, "No matter what you look like, I believe you are that kind and good undead. Take Lemon away quickly, and don't let the imperial soldiers catch you."

【then you……】

"I'm fine." The black-robed monk said, "This is the end of the matter, I don't blame anyone. If this is a test for me from the heavens, I will face it openly and overcome it."

The dragon looked at him sadly, 【Popolo...】

"Let's go, it's too late."

The cultivator watched silently as the white dragon spread its white wings and placed the unconscious Lemon Bonespur on its back.The other party soared into the air, and a hurricane was rolled up, and a touch of white suddenly disappeared in the vast sea-like night sky and the rapid and loud bells.

He looked around the Santa Maria Cathedral and the simple and elegant small building of the monastery.The glory is no longer, like the end of an era, Vash sniffed sadly and rubbed his eyes.

"Wash..."

A faint call came from under the rubble beside him, startling the black-robed monk.Wash stared blankly, seeing Douglas being crushed under the rubble, panting like a spring.The opponent's deep purple face was like a crawling ghoul, with shriveled and twisted joints.

Wash held a sharp stone in his hand, looked at Douglas's dying face, tears dripped from his eyes.

"...Are you crying?" The other party was slightly taken aback, "Why are you crying?"

The monk wiped away his tears: "Are you still alive? Isn't it my hallucination?"

"I... didn't die..." Douglas coughed a few times, "I will only die if I destroy the brain, heart and eyes at the same time... This is the way to kill the undead..."

Tears filled his eyes again, and Vash blurred his vision: "So, because you deposited an eye with me, neither of us died?..."

"You hateful lunatic."

Douglas was taken aback for a moment, and then he snorted with a half-smile.He has been stretching out his hand tremblingly towards the monk, as if begging silently.Wash Polu stared at it silently for a long time, finally sighed, and stepped forward to hold it.

Douglas had dried blood in his eyeholes: "After all these years, I finally have you in my hands, Wash."

"...you are probably out of your mind."

"And you needn't be surprised at all," said Douglas, "that I lost my brain and my heart and was able to live with only my eyes... all because..."

"Because I still have your eye."

"No." The other party said, "but... this theory was originally proposed by you."

Vash said, "Trying to pin this charge on me, Bishop? I don't even remember it happening."

"Do you remember...it doesn't matter." Douglas began to cough violently again, as if he wanted to spit out his internal organs.

Wash held his cold and dry hand, and whispered: "You have no heart, and you will never confess your crimes to God, Douglas."

"The real God...doesn't exist at all..." Douglass said softly, "What we worship is just a phantom that exists in the eyes of most people... If there is a God, his appearance and character must be very different... ..."

"Because God exists only in the heart."

The black-robed monk sighed, "It's rare for you to say something I agree with, Bishop."

Douglas said, "Because that's what you told me, Wash, and every word you said to me, I stuck in my head."

With two tears falling, the monk said with dull eyes: "But I have completely forgotten about it. How many things have I forgotten, what have I experienced..."

Douglas scratched the ground with one hand, and said, "Wash... you saved me today, and I can still... revive the church..."

"No." The black-robed monk shook his head sadly, "Don't think about it, Douglas! How can a person without a heart become a believer in God?"

Douglas looked up at him: "Then you will be...the bishop. I don't care...you can freely promote the ideas you like...I believe that you are much wiser than me in understanding belief and truth... ..."

The monk still stared at the ground motionlessly: "But I'm already tired of this kind of false propaganda. And I never thought of making everyone believe in the same..."

Douglas swallowed a mouthful of blood, and said on the verge of death: "Don't be so self-willed, Wash... We share 'life', and we also share 'death'... Isn't survival the most important thing compared to death? ..."

"What are God, faith, dignity, Vash? They are nothing compared to the weight of life. As long as you can live... Faith will return to your arms, dignity will make you look new, and your beloved God... Will be holy in your mind as always..."

"Don't say that, Douglas." Wash Polu held the sharp stone in his hand, aimed at his left eye, and said with a sad smile, "If I listen to you... God, faith and dignity, what's the value? Let me get back to sticking to them?"

"Until now, I am willing to use my life to protect them." The black-robed monk said, "This is the only courage left after I squandered all my ideals and hopes for the world."

Douglas' voice stopped abruptly.

The friar put one hand on his trembling wrist, and, weeping his last tear, said, "Atonement, Douglas."

"I will face death and judgment with you."

Vash poked the sharp edge of the stone into his eyeball, and the pain instantly tore apart the light and shadow, turning it into chaos.

As Douglas screamed in despair, his eyes were completely plunged into darkness, his body fell down, and there was no more movement.

The author has something to say: The hymn that appears in the article is "All To You"