Crown of Silence

The sky and the earth were dark.

The lead-black clouds gathered into an iron curtain, covering the sky, and shrouding the land and ocean of Asgard. The pungent smell of sulfur filled the air, making people feel stinging in their lungs and red in their eyes.

"The explosive matrix has been laid."

"Re-inspection completed."

"Communications in all departments are normal."

"Process No. 6 is ready, Lucas, report the situation."

The communication with noise sounded in his ears, and the burly musician chiseled the mountaineering pick into the rock layer and climbed to the top of the mountain. He grabbed the sharp protruding rocks and hung himself on the rope with the buckle at his waist.

When he lowered his head, he saw the deep hole under his feet.

It was the crack at the top of the mountain.

Like a scar leading to the lungs of the earth, the huge cave was silent in the deep darkness. In the darkness, it seemed that there was a song coming, and the exaggerated height made people dazed.

He couldn't help but sway.

- If he fell into it, how long would it take before he was smashed to pieces?

"Lucas? Lucas?"

The commander in the communication asked: "Did you hear that? Report the situation."

The musician woke up from his trance, and his voice became vague and low through the heavy mask on his face: "Lucas, take your position and wait for orders."

"Very good, enter the final inspection process."

The chaotic voice came from the communication, and in the end, everything was silent, leaving only one order:

"Detonate."

"Received."

Lucas took off the black square box from his waist, followed the instructions of the alchemists, verified the direction of the notes, and the black box slowly cracked, and red fluorescence flowed out.

Drip!

Drip!

Drip!

A sharp sound rang out from it, accompanied by the sound of the second hand turning back.

Open the outer layer, remove the safety valve, start the countdown, and then...let go.

The box flashing red fluorescence fell from his hand into the darkness, and the sharp dripping sound sank deeper into the darkness, as if falling straight down the crack on the top of the mountain to the deepest part of the earth.

But Lucas didn't have time to take a closer look. When the box slipped out of his hand, he tore off the safety rope around his waist. The huge force pulled his body out and flew out in an arc.

In this chaotic area of ​​ether, his body quickly fell to the safe area along the zipline.

And when he was in the air, the dripping sound chased after him.

Just like a living thing, it climbed out of the crack along the sharp rock wall, surrounded everyone's ears, and then the earth trembled, and a terrifying roar burst out from the crack on the top of the mountain.

With the shaking of the land like water waves, a large amount of dust and gravel gushed out of the crack, followed by a burning red light.

The light was flowing, like water, boiling, rising from the deepest part of the deep darkness, roaring, whistling, gathering in one place, gushing out, rushing into the sky, as if to ignite the iron-gray sky.

Lucas staggered to the ground, and stood up with the help of his companions. He looked back, and the black mask on his face was illuminated by the fiery red light.

"God..."

He didn't dare to look again, but bowed his head and prayed softly:

"... Please forgive me."

It was a volcano.

The volcano erupted.

After a hundred years of silence, the dead volcano erupted again under the guidance of the musicians.

Endless high heat gushed out from the depths of the earth's crust, along the tortuous cracks, and once again broke through the shackles of the rock. Then, the complex alchemical matrix lit up around the volcano, surrounding the volcano.

Under the guidance of the matrix, the high temperature in the lava converged into hundreds of tributaries as the main trunk, which was converted into new energy and flowed to the distant city along the pre-dug channels.

Soon, the erupting volcano became quiet again, and no more lava gushed out. Only the top of the volcano was like a big bowl of God's anger, full of boiling magma.

The light of the magma illuminated the sky.

Thick black smoke rose like a giant column, blending into the iron cloud covering the sky.

From a bird's-eye view, the world became so cruel, as if purgatory had reappeared.

In the silence, another loud noise broke out in the far north.

The earth shook.

"It's the direction of the Asmo Mountains."

Someone looked in that direction and compared it with the list in his hand: "The second phase of the project is probably about to be completed, and we can relax for a while.

After a month of crazy overtime, I can't stand it anymore."

Next to him, a group of blackened musicians were lying on chairs, smoking, smiling without any grace, grinning and showing their white teeth, talking about taking a bath after returning home and what kind of beer is best.

Lucas didn't speak.

He was praying.

-

In just one and a half months, Asgard has changed.

Under the power of the musicians, one volcano after another was ignited, and the flames re-emerged on the earth, turning into endless energy, driving thousands of arsenals to frantically produce war materials, and countless workers on the assembly line stayed up all night.

The pungent smell of sulfur filled the wind.

The ocean was no longer blue, but turned into a sticky gray-black in the falling ashes.

Thick smoke rose, covering the sky, and the stars were invisible. The sunlight during the day was as luxurious as gold. All I could see was the burning red reflected by the volcanic lava.

There were one hundred and forty more scars on the earth, and red blood flowed from them. The blood was sucked by humans and turned into power.

Now, humans have power.

But how can we survive in this hell?

-

Asgard Golden Palace.

In the guard of the volcano, on the eternally cold mountain peak, the huge palace made of gold and iron reflected the light of the fire, as if it was burned red by the light.

Under the Golden Palace, countless roars came and went.

It was countless huge machines running roaringly driven by heat. And those dozens of lava streams converged into rivers, evaporating the seawater in the original harbor and turning it into a sea of ​​boiling lava.

In the ocean, there is a dark giant silently bathed in flames.

In the tempering of the flames, the steel giant remained motionless, just silently absorbing the heat in the lava. In the six pairs of dim eyes, sparks called thinking were shining.

And just above the huge chest, layers of huge steel plates that looked like bones and flesh opened like flowers under the pull of the slings, revealing countless complex cables and steel internal organs.

And the beating heart of thunder.

In the dull heartbeat, dozens of musicians descended carefully along the slings, maintaining the alchemical matrix around the heart, carefully guiding this inhuman power to integrate into this inhuman body.

That is the proof of the existence of the gods, the power flowing from the divinity.

——Odin.

But now, the Golden Palace has been opened, and the god has been dropped from the altar and fallen apart. Its meaning of existence has been denied by the new emperor. His divinity has been split into sixteen parts, and each clan has been enfeoffed. Its power has been forged into one A heart that entered the lungs of the giant on land.

Give soul to the puppet, give life to the steel.

But now, in the cold Golden Palace, the new emperor leaned on crutches and quietly looked down at the steel giant bathed in lava with an indifferent expression.

A month ago, when the lame man was crowned and ascended to the throne, he declared this to the clan that offered his loyalty.

"——Asgard doesn't need natural disasters, all we need is the north wind."

Now the north wind blows from the sea.

Echoing between heaven and earth, it carries the aura of war.

Iron-like clouds rose from Asgard, covering all directions.

And just at the top of the Golden Palace, the clouds quietly cracked open, like scars, revealing the universe behind it, with stars surging.

Immediately afterwards, the stars were covered by darkness that seemed to be substantial.

The darkness was surging like an ocean, gathering together like living creatures. You could vaguely see countless star-like eyes opening, then closing and extinguishing one by one.

"That's the abyss,"

The languid old musician stood behind the emperor, his face pale: "The abyss is being rewritten."

"Has the reshaping of your will been completed?" The emperor turned back and looked at him, "It looks like you are recovering well."

The old musician smiled bitterly and looked at the cracked slate in his arms.

The wedge-shaped notes on the stone slab are slowly emitting fluorescent light.

"Your Majesty, in the normal sense, I am dead." The old musician sighed, "I am just a reserved copy now."

"Then, as a copy, continue to serve the empire in place of your original body." The emperor said lightly: "You still have meaning to the empire, and the empire will not allow you to die."

The old musician bowed and saluted.

Beyond the cracks in the clouds, countless eyes in the darkness had quietly closed and disappeared.

"All traces left by the Hundred-Eyed Ones have been erased."

The old musician explained to the emperor what he saw through the lens: "With the provision of the Caucasus at all costs, the Orthodox Church launched the largest holy prayer ceremony in history, transforming the abyss and transforming the divinity and status of the Hundred-Eyed One. .

From today on, the existence of the Hundred-Eyed One will be replaced by new gods, all power will be inherited by the new divinity, and the pattern of the Three Pillar Gods will be forever rewritten. "

With his words, the dark eternal night ended.

And the divine glow lit up from the night sky.

Amid the praises of countless musicians and priests, the sound of hymns filled the space between heaven and earth, illuminating the clouds and falling on the earth. From east to west, from south to north, the entire world is bathed in this miraculous light.

Above the sky, there is a world shining with all the beautiful lights in the world. Among the countless radiant guards, the throne of God emerged from it. On top of the throne, there was a blurry figure, overlooking the world.

But the emperor raised his head with difficulty, staring at the figure overlooking him with sharp eyes.

It's like making an enemy of the gods.

Until the light dissipated and the night sky returned to silence, the emperor never looked away.

"What is that?" asked the emperor.

"Eden."

The old musician replied: "That is the paradise created by Orthodoxy, a realm made of underworld and abyss, the home of all souls in the world."

"Um."

The emperor nodded, "That is our enemy."

"Your Majesty, please think again." The old musician lowered his head and prayed in a low voice: "Now that we have lost Odin, it is quite unwise to start a war with Caucasus."

"Isn't what Asgard advocates a heroic and noble death?"

The emperor's face was as heavy as water. He leaned on his crutches and moved his rickety body back to his throne, "For hundreds of years, we have followed the north wind.

Now, the north wind brings war, so we choose war. "

"Many people don't think so, Your Majesty. Asgard doesn't have only one voice." The old musician shook his head, "Now, many people are saying, 'That madman will not be satisfied until the whole of Asgard becomes crippled with him.'"

The emperor smiled, patted his deformed leg, and looked at the old musician: "That's good, isn't it? This way you will understand that a cripple must rely on crutches to walk."

The old musician was stunned.

The emperor reached out and took out a brass tube from his arms and threw it to the old musician: "Look at this."

The brass tube was disassembled, and a scroll slid out of it. At the end of the scroll, the seal of Asgard and the seal of the Red King were stamped.

Staring at the clauses in it, the old musician was silent.

"Since the enemy has his own gods, let's find a god for ourselves."

The emperor whispered solemnly: "From today on, Asgard will welcome the cult as the state religion, form an alliance with the Holy City, and revise the third, fourth, and ninth amendments - the Holy City will become our strength!

Even though a new era has arrived, the glory of the empire will not fade away, and the heroic spirits of our ancestors will be with the stars! As long as the north wind still favors us, the Asgardians will not fear any enemy!"

With those words, the night sky was illuminated again.

That was the glow from the Holy City.

Thousands of steel towers burst out with bells, radiating light in all directions, and one after another pillars of light rose into the sky, sweeping away all the haze.

Under the order of the Red King, the huge steel city played the melody again.

The door of the holy relic display room that had been sealed for a hundred years burst open.

In the center of every cathedral, amid the prayers of countless believers and priests, and the hymns of countless musicians, one artifact after another rose from the altar, emitting radiance.

With the fall of the abyss and the rise of Eden, the turbulent etheric world ushered in a new round of scorching sun.

One by one, the stars rose from the void.

The deceased saints were canonized again.

For hundreds of years, the vast reserves of the Order have been used again, and the scattered legions rode on iron whales and broke through the clouds.

In response to the call of the bell, the Knights Templar, the Knights of the Covenant, the Knights of Mercy, the Southern United Knights, the Gladiolus Brothers, and the Knights Hospitallers, who rose again after years of silence, returned again.

The iron boots of the power armor stepped on the steel land of the holy city, and the collision of iron and iron announced the arrival of war.

——

At the same time, in Anglu, the satellite island of Avalon No. 9, in the darkness and silence, the sound of the countdown was echoing.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four..."

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The moment the countdown ended, a roar broke out from the center of the island.

Countless dragon lights lit up the night.

Frenzy flames gushed out from the darkness, and terrifying power brewed from it, pushing the huge steel creation in the center of the venue to rise, toward the sky, like soaring, breaking free from the shackles of gravity little by little, up, up, and up again.

Tearing apart the darkness and clouds, transcending the storm and the earth.

Flying towards the sky.

Like a giant bending a bow, shooting an arrow into the sky that never returns.

Golden light gushed out from the "arrow", and as it soared, it hung above the sky, like a miracle.

From the slowness at the beginning to the speed that was difficult to measure with the naked eye, after a suffocating dozen seconds, the steel creation had flown to a height that was difficult for the human eye to see, and cast a glow that surpassed the stars!

In the Royal Research Institute, the Central Command Room, in the long dead silence, Newton tightly grasped the arm of the person next to him, and his five fingers almost pinched into the flesh of the poor guy.

But in the solemn atmosphere, no one noticed.

They stared at the changing icons on the wall, calculating the trajectory of the arrow. In the boring report, heavy breathing, bloodshot eyes.

Until the end, even the report was gone.

In the sultry dead silence, sweat fell to the ground.

Until a hoarse voice sounded from the communication, with a crackling noise and the sound of electricity.

"Hello? Sound check, sound check, can you hear me?"

The hoarse voice coughed and reported: "I have reached the end of the orbit, the position has been fixed, everything is normal, please reply if you receive it, repeat, please reply if you receive it."

"I can hear you, Your Highness."

Newton had no time to be ecstatic, and snatched the communicator: "Your voice is loud and clear! Report the altitude, Your Highness, please report the altitude!"

"Altitude... altitude... let me see..."

After a churning sound, the hoarse voice read out the degree on the altimeter: "Nine hundred and forty kilometers, everyone, I am now at an altitude of nine hundred and forty kilometers, the clouds are under my feet, and the earth is round... We succeeded, everyone, we succeeded! We successfully fixed a giant concerto at an altitude of nine hundred and forty kilometers!

-We have reached the sky!"

The silence was torn apart, and enthusiastic cheers broke out.

In the Royal Research Institute, everyone fell into madness, ecstasy, dancing, throwing the information in their hands to the ceiling, hugging each other, screaming, and crying.

Witness the arrival of this miracle.

Newton didn't lose his composure. He just smiled, lowered his head and rubbed his red nose, and stretched out his palm to the burly man beside him: "Thank you for your help, Priest, thank you for the technology and cooperation of the Chainsaw Brothers! Without your help, artificial stars would not have been successful so quickly."

"This is the talent of you and His Highness. All we did was provide some information and technology from the old times."

The old burly priest shook hands with Newton and said solemnly: "Then, according to the agreement, we will use this as a witness that the Chainsaw Brothers will form an alliance with Anglu.

I hope we can create a real future for mankind."

Newton laughed:

"That's right."

--

940 kilometers from the ground.

The sky is dark, there is no air, and even the restraint of gravity has become vague.

The steel star hangs high in the universe, slowly rotating with the earth, anchoring itself in the sky of Anglu, resonating with the ether network above the earth, and shedding the glory of dragon power.

Above the star, the young man's white hair floats like water waves.

In silence, he lowered his head and stared at everything.

The earth, the sky, and this world.

So beautiful.

A new volume, a turbulent year, under the condition of food poisoning, it was painful to code 5,000 words... I hope I won't fail tomorrow, and please give me a monthly ticket.