Bab 436: Projection of the Originator

Two hours ago, martial law began in the Central Church of the Holy Resurrection Church.

"It should be starting soon, right?" The Silent musician smoking outside looked toward the Central Church. Under the grating of iron, the steel walls opened slowly. Gears spun and opened. Layers of machinery unfurled, extending toward the sky. It was like a giant rising and reaching out.

After the rail machine finished preheating, hot steam ran through the copper tubes with the low whistle of raging wind. The stops adjusted and six layers of keyboards opened. Two thousand and four hundred pipes pierced through the wall and into the sky, spitting out air, preparing a heart-stopping sound.