Glory of the Sun God (Marvel Sun God)

Skillfully operating the radio station, Hermione first connected the radio to some local shortwave channels in Paris.

These are shortwave channels that are often used by the public, such as traditional radio stations or personal broadcasts, which will be used on this channel. .biqugev She wanted to use the movements on these channels to determine the scale of the riots she saw.Was it just the corner she saw, or had the entire city fallen into it.These are all things that require external information to determine, and the current movement in these shortwave channels is the best source of reception.

According to Hermione's ideas.The best case scenario at this time is business as usual.Whether it was those gaudy news stations, music that sounded harsh to her, or those neurotic conspiracy theories that were purely personal and subjective.As long as there are one or two who remain normal, she can feel more at ease.Unfortunately, it didn't.

No matter how she adjusted her shortwave band, she could only receive a silent response.This made her feel inexplicably worried that she would not be the only one left in this world.

"Hell, how is this possible?" Hermione, who thought she had seen strong winds and waves, quickly gave up on this crazy idea.You know, even in the original Britain, humans like them did not lose contact during such a disaster.

The mayor of London was personally on hand to announce the evacuation message on the radio.On the radio, there are either location announcements of various shelters or distress signals from individuals.Although it is certainly a chaotic scene with people panicking, but no matter what, it is better than today's situation of complete silence.This light is silent, it must be broken.

Urgently, she checked the radio station with tools. After making sure that there was no problem with the radio station, Hermione changed the band again and switched it to the national channel.

According to her opinion, there has been such a big commotion now, and even if it is just to appease people's hearts, the national radio station should make some remarks in this regard.Regardless of whether this statement is a lie with open eyes, it is always better to have news than no news.

But, still nothing.Only the rustling sound of silence came from the radio, making Hermione's heart feel as if she had hit rock bottom for a moment.She couldn't figure out why, so she could only try again and again in vain.And after she had been tinkering in vain for several hours, finally, a vague human voice came out from the radio station.

The sound was very weak, so weak that it was almost inaudible amid the harsh sound of electricity.But Hermione quickly put on the headphones like nectar, and carefully began to adjust the band.

Dial it to the left twice, and the voice gets louder and sounds like a female voice.Dial it to the right, and the words become clearer, and you can hear her singing.When Hermione found the most accurate channel, the singing suddenly became louder. And judging by Hermione's extremely high artistic accomplishment, the sad and touching singing on the radio happened to be from the famous musical "" A aria from The Phantom of the Opera.

"think of k ofa while, please surprise that, one again, you long to take your heart bak and be free -if you ever find a nt, spare a thought for"

The singing did not stop, but continued.But Hermione could hear clearly that there was a slight discontinuity in between.This means that it's not that the other party can't hear what she's saying, but they just don't think it's necessary to pay attention to it.

This was a bit embarrassing, but Hermione didn't care much.She just wanted to hear people's voices and understand the specific situation outside.As for asking for help, who might ask for whom?

"Repeat, does anyone hear me? I need help. If you hear me, please answer. If you hear me, please answer."

Clever Hermione would always interrupt a woman's aria when it was about to reach its climax. It was like a person was slapped down by another person as soon as he lifted it up.It will definitely not feel good, and naturally, there will inevitably be anger in my heart.

Forget it once, I can still endure it for a while.But if Hermione comes here again and again, then the Buddha will definitely be angry.

"That's enough, shut up and listen to me singing. Is this so difficult for you?"

The singing on the radio station stopped and turned into the yelling of a man with a rough voice.Such an unexpected change certainly left Hermione stunned.

There is nothing strange about a male speaking a female voice.Not to mention those with extraordinary talents, even those who are good singers can imitate one or two.However, it is really not something that ordinary people can do to sing a female voice that is as sad and pathos as this rough male voice, yet at the same time, gentle and charming.

On a normal day, if you make a video of this reversal change and put it on the Internet, a large number of people will not be able to say a few words about it.But now, at the moment, Hermione really didn't have the energy to praise this man's singing skills.She only wanted to know the situation in the outside world, so she immediately started asking while the man was talking.

"Listen, sir. I don't have time to listen to you singing here, and I think you wouldn't have the energy to sing if you knew what was going on out there. If you didn't know what was going on out there, , then listen to me, open the window, look into the street, and tell me what you see."

"What did I see?" The man's voice was full of doubts. Then, as if he had discovered something, he shouted at her with obvious excitement. "I saw it, I saw it. I saw blood and fire, I saw madness and chaos. Life is so fragile, it's like sparks swaying in the wind. The light disappears in an instant, leaving only darkness that is eternal. "

The voices on the radio became more enthusiastic and excited as they talked.Hermione, who was sitting here, looked dazed and confused, and she even couldn't help but wonder in her heart whether she had met some crazy artist who likes to take drugs.

Many people who are interested in art will choose to take drugs for the so-called inspiration.What I have to say is that some of these artists are really capable. By seizing such inspiration, they can really create some amazing works.However, taking drugs is not the right path after all, and the hidden dangers it brings often turn these so-called artists into human beings.

If it's just a skinny body, then forget it. To exaggerate, it's called dedicating one's life to art, which sounds like a decent thing.However, if the whole person's spirit is confused and the three views are distorted, then no matter how amazing your work is, it may be difficult to say that it is decent.

Of course, if you wait until you die and your works are truly astonishing, comparable to Van Gogh and Beethoven, then you will definitely have to say something else.However, there are so many artists, and how many are there such geniuses as Van Gogh and Beethoven?

Although Hermione agreed with this man's previous level, she didn't think he could reach that level.So naturally, facing the man's crazy ravings, she interrupted rudely.

"Now that you've seen it, please just shut up and stop crying like a wolf. If you don't want to become the spark in your mouth."

"What's wrong with becoming a Mars? Woman, you have to know how insignificant human life is. Rather than burning without any waves and eventually being annihilated in ashes, it is better to be a Mars, even if it is only for a moment, but I still have you. The most glorious moment of your life, isn’t it?”

"Then go ahead and achieve your glory. Encourage others to do such stupid things, but you are just waving flags and shouting from behind? What I despise the most is you bastards who only know how to talk big words!"

Based on her own experience, Hermione obviously values ​​those who do things more than those who only know how to talk.As for a guy like this who doesn't even have a clear mind and doesn't take human life seriously at all times, she doesn't even have the desire to look at him.

It can be said that if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't find anyone else at this time, Hermione really didn't want to say a word to this guy again.And even if she was forced to interact with him due to the situation, she still felt that it would be better to say a few words less.

This was the reason why she was so rude.Faced with such an impolite tone, the rough man's voice across from him chuckled, and then said something weird.

"No, no, no. You also said that this is a stupid thing. Of course I can't do it. After all, compared to doing such stupid things, I still prefer to see the sparks that you humans struggle out of despair. I just don’t know, will your sparks be more dazzling than others?”

As soon as the words "hell" came out, Hermione immediately felt something was wrong.She almost instinctively put down the headphones she was wearing, and immediately distanced herself from the radio station.But at this time, visions came one after another with the man's words.

The radio station does not need to be operated, it has already begun to operate spontaneously.The Phantom of the Opera sings again, this time so loudly that it almost echoes throughout the safe house.

This time, there were only those plaintive female voices in the singing.There are also some harsh male voices mixed in, making the whole song weird.Listening to such a weird song, Hermione ran towards the escape tunnel without saying a word.

She knew that she had encountered a ghost again this time, just like the last time she was in England.If she hadn't met a strange man with flames all over her body last time, she might have died in the mouth of that terrible monster.But the opportunity now is obviously not comparable to the last time, because no one can jump out to help her now.

She had to save herself, and to do so, she would not hesitate to even escape from the safe house that she regarded as a base for survival.

When it comes to matters of life and death, Hermione can be said to think very clearly and act quite clearly.Unfortunately, some things are beyond her control.Just like now, when the spying devil discovered her existence and regarded her as the target of his hunting, no matter how hard she tried to escape, it was in vain.

The dark phantom flew out from the dark corner amid the singing.In just a moment, it pounced on Hermione and pressed her whole body against the wall.

Hermione was already struggling desperately.But obviously, with her physical fitness as an ordinary human woman, it is obviously not that easy to struggle away from the hands of a devil.So she could only watch helplessly as this dark phantom sang an opera in a low voice and stretched its head towards her little by little.

The song has come to an end, and the weird singing has also come to an end.The fear in Hermione's heart had reached its peak uncontrollably at this time. She could barely control the trembling of her body, and couldn't help but plead with tears.

"Let me go, please, let me go. I don't want to die, I don't want to die."

"No, you won't die. You just changed your way of survival, in my belly."

Phantom chuckled, revealing his true appearance.If the broken mask was pieced together, a big gap suddenly appeared on the face, and the forked tongue like a poisonous snake licked Hermione's pear-shaped face while slowly entangling her neck.

With a click, the neck was twisted into two pieces.Blood spurted out, followed by a loud swallowing sound, as if the sewer was swallowing some foreign object.

After a while, the ghost raised his head with satisfaction and wiped off the blood stains on his face.But looking at Hermione at this moment, she was already a dead person with her abdomen completely ripped out.

Human offal is the most delicious delicacy for a devil like him who was born in crazy music.Even if he had just enjoyed a full meal, he would inevitably have a feeling that he was still unsatisfied.After all, the ingredients are quite fresh and top-notch.It's not surprising that he has this unfinished feeling.

"That's right, a young and rich girl. It would be wonderful if we could find the same one."

The phantom devil whispered in a low voice, and his words mostly contained the meaning of nostalgia, emotion and imagination.Now he is immersed in his own world.What he didn't realize was that something strange was happening to the girl behind him who had already been fucked by him.

The flesh and blood squirmed and the body trembled slightly, as if she was still alive.