The girl pursed her lips in a little disappointed manner and did not say the song she was thinking about. A steam believer in the crowd immediately followed:

"Mass of the Gears! Is that OK!"

Edward nodded: "No problem."

Then, He laughed humorously: "It's just that I haven't played this song for at least a hundred years."

A gentle and unmalice laughter came out from the crowd, giving the gentleman an excellent sense of humor and self-mood.

This song was an attempt to imitate human creativity at that time. It was released anonymously. It incorporated the ideas of the classic song "Clock" from the old era. It has a fixed level of elevated scale as the underlying rhythm to express the rotation of gears. It also uses metronomes to simulate the operating sound of machinery. It is separated from the theme of the church's stereotyped hymns, and a brand new chord creation technique and rhythm. In addition, Edward improved the piano, the song opened up new ideas for many church music behind it. In the morning, the letter was put into the anonymous mailbox of the Steam Church, the God of Craftsman, and in the afternoon, it was a great success.

For a moment, Trierry even raised the price of metronome.

The Steam Church came out to find someone, but never found a real author. He repeatedly drove away the real author who tried to get into the church, and eventually became an "anonymous" in history books.

Edward tried the pitch, then reached out and touched it in his pocket, and found an antique mechanical metronome that obviously could not be put in his pocket. This thing was originally worth nearly 10 pounds per in Trier.

"Crack,Crack,Crack..."

After adjusting the frequency, He pressed the first sound. The steam believers in the crowd calmed down and listened to the melody with a strong sense of rhythm. The believers of other Gods also calmed down, and the low prayers of the steam believers rang in their ears.

The three religions of Rue are united, and they give each other the necessary respect to the pagan believers. But the beauty of music is not divided into faith and national boundaries. Under the bright sky, a sense of sacredness surges in everyone's heart, as if something sacred will appear in the next moment, or if you will feel the tranquility and transcendence of body and mind like attending Mass in a church.

Edward also stopped talking to himself in the eyes of others, but the music was not yet halfway through, and He suddenly looked ahead to the left.

His hands did not stop playing, but there was a disturbing smile on his face gradually widening.

A heavy footstep approached the crowd from a distance, and a faint smell of blood drifted over with the wind in the city. A scream sounded, and a figure of a Taoist walked towards this side in the other direction.

The figure was holding a classical quill, wearing a black clergy robe covered with blood, with dark gold hair and no wrinkles, and his facial features were like a classical sculpture. One of his eyes was dark blue and nearly black, and the other was covered with tiny blood vessels, with a gloomy and dull expression.

He approached the street garden step by step, and everyone around him died inexplicably in various postures.

The people around Edward did not notice that there was a huge danger behind him approaching, and they were still listening to the Mass and praying. Edward stared at the notebook in the hand of the figure holding 0-08, and a simple bookmark appeared in a corner.

A smile appeared on the corner of the demon's mouth. As soon as He was about to stand up, his vision suddenly changed.

The sun in the sky disappeared, and the brick and stone ground and flower beds became vast plains with night herbs and moon flowers. A red moon hung above the head, covering everything around it with a blood-red veil.

Where did the goddess of night come from? Where is my devil card? The smile on the corner of Edward's mouth disappeared.

At the same time, a figure slowly emerged in His pure black pupils. The woman in a black robe had a beautiful face but no expression. The disaster of death came quietly, as if he was staring at a dead man.

0-17!

...

"not good!"

At the moment when the vision suddenly became completely black, the real Creator, who was monitoring everything, suddenly stood up, and He was ready to leave immediately to prevent things from going to the worst.

But the next moment, a blond priest in white robe appeared in front of His eyes, his eyes as pure and clear as children.

"Adam!"

A word with anger burst out from the throat of the real Creator, and He looked at his half body, and the shadows around him instantly became boiling like boiling water:

"Don't block me with virtual personality, get out of here!"

Adam held the silver cross in his hand. Facing the wrath of the true God, He neither panicked nor annoyed, and smiled calmly:

"You should thank me."

"Otherwise, how could the Night Church have not encircled your members so far?"

The real creator frowned.

This is also where He had long been puzzled - or there were too many doubts. When He returned to Sequence 3, the aurora stronghold located outside Beckland was scanned by the eyes of the gods. But immediately afterwards, the subsequent gods entered Beckland and designated Klein as his favor, but all kinds of things did not attract any rightful gaze or attack.

"It's you, really." He narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, after I confirmed your status, I immediately renegotiated with the Goddess of the Night. I claimed that you were bewitched by the external god, but you were not polluted and still trusted." Adam spoke sympathetically, "I didn't expect that you were one step ahead of me."

"Since that's the case, I no longer need the trend of the times, and you will take over everything after that."

"Only, the fellow of the outer God cannot continue to stay with you. Now, He should be dead."

Adam stared peacefully at the real Creator who suddenly became stunned.

"...If I don't say a few words to you, I would never have thought that arbitrary behavior is such a big deal."

The shadow of the riot surged to Adam's feet, and the figure emitting a faint golden light would be swallowed at any time. The real Creator almost cursed:

"You even-you didn't even come to communicate with me in just one sentence!!"

"He is not a follower of the outer God!"

The real creator had difficulty breathing and spent his whole life to restrain the urge to tell the truth and scold Adam to the point of being bloody:

"You don't know what you did! Get out of here!"

Adam, who was unknown, finally realized that his half body was in a wrong state, and he frowned and said:

"What's the meaning?"

The real Creator is not going to talk nonsense to Him. He is about to kill this long-winded virtual personality and leave.

Suddenly, his eyes returned to their horizon.

He saw countless invisible blades passing by, chopping the piano and Edward Vaughan with a dull look.

TBC

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There is a high probability that the double update will be updated today at half past six.
Chapter completed!