Crown of Silence

Chapter 740 Fruit of Destruction

Faced with the emperor's objection, the old musician was stunned for a long time and then persuaded: "But, your majesty..."

"Nothing to worry about."

The emperor looked at him and asked, "Are we declaring war on Angel just to occupy Angel? No, we just want Angel not to get in the way in the next war!"

The old musician was confused, "But...then..."

"It's very simple."

The emperor smiled, "As long as Angelo doesn't exist."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and made a sweeping motion, which made the old musician feel cold all over.

The old musician understood what he meant.

Trembling, he fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty, please think again!"

Unlike what he imagined, the emperor was not angry, not because the plan was far-fetched, but because in his eyes, Angelou no longer existed.

He had issued a death sentence to Angelou.

Now they have Gangnir, master of destruction.

Since Angelo is in the way, there is no need to waste energy on it, and there is no need to even occupy or go to war.

Just use Gangnir to carry out a devastating blow to the entire territory of Angru.

Erase Angel... completely from the map!

The emperor was indifferent to the old musician's plea:

"I'm determined to give it up."

The old musician fell into silence for a long time, then raised his head sadly, looked at the emperor on the throne, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, are you crazy?!"

The emperor sneered.

"Is there an emperor in this world who is not crazy?"

The old musician shook his head, "This, this is... too much!"

The emperor asked, "Where can there be a war that is not excessive?"

"no no……"

The old musician shook his head, "Even if we are willing, the Order will not let Asgard's extermination order go."

"They will."

The emperor's face was as dark as water. He looked at the briefing on the maritime fortress at hand, and his eyes became cold: "After all, we have already let the cult go, right?"

The old musician was silent for a long time and fell to the ground.

"If your Majesty is determined to do so..."

The old musician who had served Asgard his whole life burst into tears: "Please let me give this order."

If a man is destined to be punished, let him go to the stake after the destruction.

Everything, for Asgard.

——

The dark world, at the foot of the desolate mountains.

The saint named Wagner sat in a chair and stared at the thunderclouds in the distance.

Thunderclouds covered the sky and the sun. In the darkness, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and countless roaring sounds came from the distance. I don’t know what happened.

Compared with when he was driven away from the Holy City by Ludovic, he looked much younger - the closer he was to death, the better his condition seemed to be.

Until now, he rarely even takes asthma medicine.

Probably a flashback.

Even he knew that he might not have much time left.

He sat on a chair under the shade of a tree and stared into the distance, as if guarding the dilapidated wooden house behind him.

But in the dim wooden house, there was silence.

In the flickering light, the old Bach was cooking dinner for himself, and the wooden stick in his hand acted as a fire stick, beating the flames in the stove. The food in the iron pot was tumbling in the batter, and it tasted weird and unappetizing.

Behind him, countless fragments emerged from the void, pieced together into the appearance of the Red King.

Like a miracle, He traveled thousands of miles and landed in the wooden house. He looked at the Blue King's back and said, "Are you still ready to sit back and do nothing until now?"

Bach looked down at the fire, added two more pieces of firewood, and after making sure that the flames would not go out, he stood up, threw away the stick, and sat in front of the Red King.

"Gods should not appear in the world. Isn't this a lesson left by the Blue Kings of all ages?" He looked at the Red King's face and asked calmly: "Besides, haven't I already taken action? It's just It just didn’t work out.”

The Red King sneered, obviously angered by his poor excuse.

"Is this your excuse for standing idly by?"

"If I care, where should I care?"

Bach asked, "The person sitting on the throne of Angelus now is my distant niece according to blood, my only relative in the world.

Do you think I should help Angelou? "

The Red King's expression was indifferent, "Are you the kind of idiot who can't tell the difference between the situation? Don't lie to yourself, and don't lie to me, Bach, you can see it more clearly than all the Blue Kings in the past, so don't talk about this anymore. Such a boring excuse.

Answer me, why should the Caucasus be left unchecked? Isn't this your duty? "

Bach was silent.

For a long time, he slowly shook his head.

"Man's war should be started by people and ended by people. For other things, no matter how enthusiastic you are, it will not have any effect."

He looked at the Red King with a serious expression: "The more you do, the more mistakes you make!"

The Red King's expression softened slightly, "I don't want to see this happen, but only you can solve today's problems."

"I'll solve it? How should I solve it? Destroy the Caucasus? This is really easy for me, but are you sure?"

Bach asked back, "You want me to save the Order, but it will only make everyone realize the inhuman side of the Order... Until the end, even if the war is won, the Order will no longer be able to exist as a human leader. Between the countries, the final result will be that either the cult will rule mankind, or humanity will abandon the cult!

Regardless of the outcome, the Order will lose the meaning it had when it was created! No, from the day when the countries started to resist, you should understand that the chains of the Order can no longer restrain human ambitions..."

He paused and sighed helplessly: "Let go, Holy See, let the Order have a glorious exit."

"Are you sure you want to leave everything to Gaius?"

The Red King looked at him coldly, "Bach, don't you know what kind of lunatic he is? He doesn't even know what he wants.

Over the years, he was like a scale, constantly being weighed down by the weight that more and more people were pouring into him.

He gave up Romulus for the City of Wolf, he gave up the City of Wolf for a greater vision, and he gave up the Holy City for the revolution... Since he lost his own purpose, that madman became someone else's. Wishing machine.

So many people have sacrificed for him, and he can't stop now.

That kind of abnormal sense of responsibility has created monsters like the Caucasus. If it is not restricted, sooner or later, it will cause human beings to self-destruct!

Now, I don't need you to destroy Caucasus or Gaius. Let others solve human problems, but it is your duty to clean up that monster known as the Son of God! Stop running away! "

"You have nothing to worry about with that kid."

Bach was not moved at all, but said calmly: "I don't even need to take action... He is more naive than anyone thought, and this naivety will cause him to not see the future clearly.

One day, he will recognize the gap between himself and humans and usher in his own consequences.

——Humans can create gods, but gods are destined to die in the hands of humans. "

"Is this your experience?"

The Red King sneered, his tone full of sarcasm because of Bach's inaction.

"maybe."

Bach stood up and looked at the boiling iron pot: "I want to eat, it's time for you to go. If you believe me, don't worry about these problems anymore.

Just remember, stay out of it. "

The Red King gave him one last look.

"I will."

The real figure instantly became illusory, turning into countless fragments and dissipating into the void.

he's gone.

Bach was silent for a long time, then opened the door and heard the roar echoing in the sky outside.

"It's going to rain."

He whispered softly.

——

Thunderclouds are gathering.

After a day and night, in the sky of Asgard, the sky was like a big bowl filled with iron slurry, hanging high in the sky. Its scale spread widely throughout the central region. Thrilling and fierce light brewed through the black clouds. Occasionally, When it emerges from the crack, it burns people's eyes.

Through the thick clouds, the sky was now occupied by thunder.

Under the control of the World Tree, endless thunder and lightning turned into an ocean, surging, collapsing toward the core, until it formed one after another thunder spears, pointed in the direction of Angelou.

At this moment, under the emperor's order, the World Tree has given birth to the fruits of destruction, and its branches are full of fruits.

At the top of the white tower, the old musician stared silently at the distant land beneath his feet, feeling the last silence before the storm.

After a long time, he sighed softly.

"Hopefully my sacrifice means something."

He closed his eyes and raised his palms.

In his arms, the clay tablet riddled with holes was turbulent, and the wedge-shaped notes lit up one by one. The music theory and spirituality stored in the clay tablet flowed out and poured into his body.

At that moment, he opened his eyes, and their eyes burst out with blazing light.

The scorching red alchemical matrix extended from the tower to his body, following his will, covering his whole body and turning him into an inhuman monster.

He took a deep breath and roared loudly, and countless thunders resounded throughout the world.

The next moment, the fruit of destruction fell from the branch.

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Like countless glasses colliding and scratching with each other, sharp sounds burst out from the clouds. The harsh noises were like living creatures, snaking forward in the sky like snakes, squirming, galloping in the clouds, walking from Asgard to the Caucasus. .

Wherever the invisible noise passed, countless electric lights shone, just like the wet marks left by worms climbing over them. The electric lights remained on the sky like scars.

With just a snap of his fingers, he arrived at the Angel's sky.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan stood up from the black box, raised his head, and stared at the sky.

The Ethernet bursts out with a shrill alarm!

First...three shots!

Three blazing rays of thunder fell from the sky and passed over the heavily guarded Avalon. Like a god dropping a spear of destruction from the clouds, Gangnir struck down!

The islands wailed.

The golden dragon roared, the sky and the earth became scales, and the light of heaven on the earth emerged, firmly withstanding Gangnir's bombardment.

The starting lineup didn't do its best, but the thunder didn't dissipate.

Then, nine shots!

The iron slurry in the Bowl of Destruction turned into a heavy rain and sprinkled all over Angru!