Crown of Silence

Chapter 751 Who is the monster?

At first it was that extremely small and difficult-to-observe point.

But then, the broken music theory flowed out from the active layer, and the ether emerged from the outflow layer.

One rises, the other falls, converging in a place of nothingness, where countless fragmented music theories are pieced together to outline a vague outline.

This is the seed of miracles.

Immediately afterwards, those dim alchemical matrices seemed to come to life, breaking and connecting on their own. In an instant, complex structures were reorganized from their original appearance, just like tall buildings rising from the ruins.

It extracts the chaotic power in the core, and an element rises from it, which is the fire of the alchemist.

The vague seeds of miracle run in the alchemical matrix, flowing like water, shunting, merging, burning, cooling, qualitative change, reduction in the changes that are complicated to tens of thousands...

In the blink of an eye, after experiencing the four major stages of blackening, whitening, redness, and greenness, the black iron was transformed into lapis lazuli, and the divine essence emerged from the mortal things, and the illusory spirituality condensed from it.

Like the moon in the mirror, like flowers in the water.

A pair of eyes opened from the darkness, looking towards the mortal world from the realm of death.

As his eyes opened, the chaotic and collapsed core seemed to suddenly solidify. All changes and turmoil in music theory came to an abrupt end, stagnating in place, without any wavering.

In the saint's pale face, an illusory voice softly declared: "As above, as below, this is the beginning of all things."

So, in the blink of an eye, an incredible miracle burst out from the core of the natural disaster.

In the dim and cracked crystal cube, countless scattered modules rose again, gathered into one, and started to spin crazily. As if time went back, the collapsed alchemy matrix rose and returned to its original position. The chaotic and out-of-control music theory returned to chaos, and a complete posture emerged from the chaos again, running up the ladder to heaven.

In the darkness where contact was lost, rays of light lit up one after another, lighting up the darkness and re-constructing the prototype of its network. Like stars, light points lit up from the coverage area of ​​the Ethernet. In response to its call, those overloaded and shut down Concordance Instruments were connected to the network one after another, returning to the blueprint of the land of nothing.

Until the end, it was as if the world had been reopened and everything was intact.

So, those eyes looked at the scepters of Telemann and Puccini.

“Separate earth from fire, extract essence from coarseness, and do it with caution.”

At that moment, the miracle emerging from the fire dissipated and was replaced by death condensed from the water.

Compared with the huge power of the saint, the power driven by it at this moment is simply weak and almost nothing. It's so pitiful that it can only condense one note...

They are obviously so different from each other, but the fear caused by death is so real and so funny.

The illusory voice said:

"This is the power of ten thousand forces, which can destroy the strong and tough."

The notes condensed from the void and passed through the complicated and complicated movement of judgment, just like a drop of rain passing through the gaps between the layers of flames and miraculously falling into the core.

As if it had been rehearsed countless times, instead of walking in, Telemann came to greet him. Although they have never met, they have a tacit understanding of 'cooperation'.

It's mind-blowing.

That note is gently attached to the turbulent music theory, uniquely integrated with the intervals in it, without any rejection, as if they are from the same furnace.

Immediately afterwards, with the insertion of notes, the entire musical interval suddenly changed, and the original smoothness was turned into a redundant endless loop. In the blink of an eye, the musical interval collapsed due to overload, and the key links of the entire music theory were interrupted, causing the careful There is a fatal flaw in music theory...

It was as if the first domino pushed triggered a chain reaction of disaster.

That note appeared in the most undesirable place and became the straw that broke the camel's back. Telemann did the rest of the work with his own power...

Collapse.

An avalanche of collapse begins.

Sweeping from the inside out, a horseshoe was lost without a nail, and then the horse was lost. The king, the war was declared a failure, and the empire was destroyed.

Reality is transformed into a fabled fairy tale in front of those eyes.

Deliver precise destruction and death to your enemies with almost artistic beauty.

And after writing the beginning, those eyes no longer pay attention to how things will end. Just seize the last moment and stare at everything around you with contentment.

"I am the three-level Hermes, and the three-level wisdom of this world belongs to me."

He sighed in a low voice: "This is... my last great work..."

He seemed to be smiling, his pupils slowly closing.

The illusory spirituality disappeared, countless matrices disintegrated, and reintegrated into the core of the natural disaster. There was no trace left, and he returned to his long sleep.

"Farewell, boss..."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and murmured softly.

In just an instant, everything becomes completely different, and the outcome is reversed.

The dense sound of broken bones continued to sound from Telemann's body, first the finger bones, then the arms, then the ribs, and finally, the skull cracked and fell apart from the inside out.

Music Theory's uncontrolled pressure destroyed him first. After the majestic crown and robe were taken off, the essence of the defective product was revealed...

It was not just Telemann who was instantly defeated. Without Telemann's sharing and support, all the power of the Ethernet's operation acted directly on Puccini.

It was like walking naked into the ether engine of a warship, and almost instantly, it was burned to ashes by the terrifying power.

As the scepter collapsed, Puccini's half body collapsed instantly, as if it was hit head-on by an invisible battering ram and crushed into mud. But he still didn't die, crawling on the ground, reaching out and pressing on Telemann's forehead.

Mahler looked at all this blankly, and finally let out a hoarse and miserable laugh.

"After all the effort, it's still... in vain?"

He took a last look at Ye Qingxuan, and his eyes became clear, as if he had gotten the answer: "Sure enough, it's a monster."

Mahler stepped forward, ignoring the severe pain of the friction between the sword blade and the bones, and strangled Ye Qingxuan's palm tightly: "Follow me... return to nothingness!"

The last elegy sounded.

The core movement of Saint Mahler's inheritance-"Song of Sorrow"!

In a flash, music theory extended from his body, resonating with Telemann and Puccini, connecting into one, and even the dying Verdi became part of this self-destructive cycle.

The four scepters turned into chains, tightly binding Ye Qingxuan in them, pulling him towards destruction together.

This was the last link to wipe out Ye Qingxuan and the core of the natural disaster after completely destroying the etheric network. Regardless of whether the etheric network was complete or whether Ye Qingxuan died, the four of them were destined not to survive from the beginning.

Letting him pull his wrist, Ye Qingxuan looked into his eyes indifferently.

Then, he clenched the sword of the New Testament.

The roar of the collision of metal and iron burst out, and the projection of the Land of Nothingness fell from the sky, bringing endless power, breaking Mahler's seal and destroying it.

The sword blade was pulled out from the blockade of flesh and blood, reversed, cut off Mahler's hands, and swung lightly in the air, passing over his neck.

A line of blood spread from his throat.

At that moment, whether it was flesh, bones, music, spirituality, consciousness, or the ethereal soul, they all fell apart under the chopping of the New Testament!

"I am not a monster."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his desperate eyes and finally corrected: "You are."

The next moment, flames rose from the cracks, and in an instant, they turned them into ashes, leaving no trace.

Ye Qingxuan never looked back, stepped over the desolate ashes on the ground, and walked towards the divine armor in front.

In his hand, the blade of the New Testament passed through the void, just like rubbing against steel, making a sharp sound and sparks flying. The lightning that changed the music theory lit up from the blade, jumping, dancing furiously, illuminating his face.

Towards Odin in front, Ye Qingxuan declared indifferently:

"——Come on, as you wish, the war has come!"

——

A loud noise came from afar, and the sea water rolled violently, turning over the stench of molten lead burning.

Amid the sharp whistle, the warships docked at the dock. The crowded dock was full of roars and shouts. The musicians stood high up, and the sound was like thunder.

"The Seventh Column, the Seventh Column will set off immediately!"

"Clear a path, we have five minutes to move the things down and deliver them to the front line within an hour."

"Soldiers, get out of the way, that's right, you, immediately, everyone listen carefully, jump into the sea if you want to die, don't stand in front of the crane!"

Accompanied by chaotic orders, the crowded crowd on the dock was quickly led away and quickly filled up, and one transport ship after another lined up outside the port waiting to enter the port.

Amid the roar of the crane in place, the huge transport ship at the back bypassed the queue and entered the port amid the angry curses of many captains.

Then, the hatch of the bottom warehouse burst open, and one steel monster after another crushed the hatch and pontoon underneath, drove onto the dock, and moved forward along the cleared passage, spewing black smoke and whistling away.

The sixth batch of reinforcements set out from Birmingham.

There was no time to wait for the three rounds of tests to end. After the first round of war tests ended in the dark world, the remaining 600 water tank tanks were simply modified and sent directly to the front line in nine batches.

Half were sent to the Brown Fortress, and the other half drove straight in with the Royal Fleet, bypassing the long arc and landing on the other side of Asgard, directly using the Sicilians' gathering place as a springboard to attack Asgard's industrial city and destroy industrial logistics.

After six hours of fierce fighting, the Anglo Army finally boarded the dock, occupied half of the city, and competed with the Asgardians for the other half of the city.

As for whether the Sicilians who originally lived here had any opinions, who the hell cares about it.

Who asked them to form an alliance with Asgard?

In the previous chapter, due to the needs of the plot, I slandered the classical musician Mr. Telemann. Let me correct this here. Mr. Telemann has never done anything like plagiarism. In fact, Mr. Telemann is most famous for his ability to write anything that looks like the real thing and to have any style he wants. As a result, I used this trait to discredit him, and I am really ashamed.