Chapter 1612
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Chapter 1612 Echo Gallery
As Taylor’s palm descended, a deafening boom suddenly erupted from the hollow beneath the Echo Gallery!
Clang—!!
When Shen Qingzhu and the others had entered earlier, they had seen the structure of the Echo Gallery, which included not only the suspended circular corridor but also a massive bronze bell below, weighing at least ten tons by estimation.
Now, with Taylor’s movement, the bronze bell was violently struck, its thunderous sound like lightning exploding beside their ears, reverberating repeatedly under the circular dome. This bell sound had some unknown special quality that suddenly emptied Shen Qingzhu and the others’ minds.
By the time Shen Qingzhu regained his senses, Taylor’s figure had already vanished.
“It hurts so much…” Wuquan covered his ears as blood trickled down his face. He frowned, looking around in slight bewilderment, “Where… where are we now?”
Shen Qingzhu turned to look and saw that their surroundings had completely changed. While the gallery remained the same, the murals that had been carved on the surrounding walls and dome were now completely blank, as if erased by an eraser.
“Is this an illusion?” Shen Qingzhu frowned slightly.
“No, at the moment the bell rang, there was a subtle shift in the surrounding space-time.” Number 27 shook his head and walked toward the edge of the Echo Gallery, grabbed the door handle, and pulled hard.
The door opened, but behind it was only a blank white wall… where there should have been the room where they had temporarily placed the sleeping Lin Qiye.
“These knights can actually trigger space-time shifts?” Shen Qingzhu asked in surprise.
“This is probably not their power, but rather a hidden arrangement that already existed in this cathedral. These knights have survived six years in the ruins of the mist; their methods are likely more complex than they appear.” Number 27’s hand gently rubbed the white wall as he murmured,
“Could this also be her handiwork? If so, that would be troublesome…”
“Who? Chloe?” Shen Qingzhu walked to the edge of the gallery, unhurriedly lighting a cigarette for himself, and said calmly, “Even if she is 001, she’s just a proxy, not Yeland himself… The arrangements here are fixed, but people are adaptable. I don’t believe she can trap me.”
Number 27 shook his head, “Don’t underestimate her. If I were at my full strength… no, if I had even one-tenth of my original power, I could easily tear through this barrier. But now my strength isn’t much different from yours, and it might not be so easy.”
Shen Qingzhu looked at him suspiciously, “Tell me, who exactly are you? Why such a big attitude?”
Number 27 didn’t answer. He silently pulled his hood down a bit further and began searching around the Echo Gallery.
“Brother Qingzhu, do you hear something?” Wuquan’s ears twitched as he asked uncertainly.
“A sound?”
Shen Qingzhu paused, listening carefully for a moment. “There does seem to be something, like something being cut…”
Before Shen Qingzhu could finish, the dome of the Echo Gallery suddenly shattered. A ridiculously large Western knight’s sword pierced through the top of the cathedral, plunging down from the night sky and embedding itself into the ground!
Wuquan’s pupils contracted violently!
This Western sword was at least forty meters wide. With one strike, it had split half the cathedral in two, its blade extending endlessly into the night sky as if it had no end!
“Watch out!” Shen Qingzhu’s voice sounded from behind Wuquan. A powerful hand grabbed Wuquan by the collar, and then a fierce wind swept them up, carrying them out of the cathedral. The next moment, the giant sword swiftly slashed through, easily cutting a several-hundred-meter-long gash where they had been standing!
Seeing this, Wuquan’s face turned pale. He looked back to see Shen Qingzhu with six enormous gray wings on his back, carrying him as they flew through the night sky.
At the same time, hundreds of meters away on top of a ruined bell tower, Number 27’s figure, like smoke and mist, materialized.
“That’s the knight’s sword,” Number 27 said gravely, staring at the giant sword that had descended from the heavens.
“His sword can become this large?”
“It’s not that his sword got bigger,” Shen Qingzhu’s brows furrowed tightly, then he continued,
“It’s that we’ve become smaller…”
…
Meanwhile.
In the cathedral.
In the empty Echo Gallery, Taylor, covered in blood, gripped his sword with one hand and thrust it into the mural-covered gallery wall, his eyes filled with murderous intent!
In front of him, on the mural, several tiny figures were rapidly flying across the flat painting. Taylor roared, bringing down his Western knight’s sword repeatedly on the wall, leaving savage gashes across the mural!
A figure appeared outside the Echo Gallery.
“Taylor! Have you gone mad?!” Charles shouted angrily upon seeing the scene. “You actually trapped them inside the Echo Gallery?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“The Holy Maiden left these barriers to prevent the cathedral from being attacked by malicious outer gods or extremely powerful ‘mysteries’! To prevent disturbances to her slumber… But they have no hostile intentions! It was a mistake by the Holy Maiden…”
“A mistake? When has the Holy Maiden ever made a mistake? She actively moved against these people, can’t you understand the meaning behind that?” Taylor interrupted Charles.
Charles stood frozen. “Are you saying the Holy Maiden considers them enemies?”
“How else would you explain all this?” Taylor’s voice gradually grew colder. “The Holy Maiden’s enemies are our enemies… Today, these people must die!”
Taylor’s knight sword slashed through the mural, cutting away an entire section of wall along with the painting. Through the billowing dust, a six-winged figure and a smoke-like shadow could be seen darting through the wall.
“Damn it, why are they so resilient?” Taylor growled.
Charles stood at the edge of the Echo Gallery, watching Taylor’s frenzied attacks, wanting to intervene but hesitating in place.
Just then, a low creaking sound came from nearby.
Taylor’s frenzied slashing suddenly paused. He and Charles both looked toward the source of the sound, where a figure draped in a deep red cloak slowly emerged from a doorway.
“Him?” Taylor turned to question Charles. “Wasn’t he unconscious?”
Charles, looking at Lin Qiye’s freshly awakened face, didn’t know how to respond… Lin Qiye had indeed been unconscious earlier, and they hadn’t expected him to wake up so quickly.
Lin Qiye shook his foggy head and looked at the two men before him. When he saw the Western sword in Taylor’s hand thrust into the mural, confusion appeared in his eyes.
Then, his gaze fell on the wall covered in slash marks, where he saw the three tiny, rapidly moving figures.
His brows furrowed tightly, and a murderous intent rose in his eyes:
“You’d… better give me an explanation for this?”
