Crown of Silence

Chapter 761 God

As if looking up at the punishment from heaven.

The fiery pillar of light that penetrated the sky and earth radiated a warm light.

The hurricane came in front of him, with biting wind pressure and high temperature, suffocating him.

Paganini stood on the ruins of the Golden Palace, staring at the boiling sky, countless lights dancing, and then, stars fell like rain. The turbulent sea of ​​light covered the sky, and with the fall of the Holy Spirit, the broken scepter passed through the violent depths of the ocean, like a star falling to the earth.

Wherever it passed, there was a blazing glow of life burning out.

Gradually falling, gradually dissipating, until finally, those lost their traces between the sky of light and the dark earth, leaving only a series of cold and solemn light bands in the air.

Just like a tombstone.

A sound came from a distant place, echoing in Paganini's ears, it was a wolf flute.

"The latest news is that Asgard has bound the Silent Moon."

"Although it is unexpected, it is not impossible." Paganini whispered, "After losing the Hundred Eyes, the Great Source, which is no longer in conflict, no longer needs a brake valve. Although it is called the Three Pillars, it has almost been dead in name only.

The Silent Moon, which has no meaning to exist, and the Asgard, which has no meaning to exist, may be a perfect match in a sense."

"That being said, the old man is worried that it will affect the fight in the Golden Palace."

The wolf whistle sounded flat, "I suggest you be prepared. When necessary, Anubis will help you retreat first."

"No need."

Paganini flatly refused, without considering the possibility of retreat, "We don't need to worry about the plans of the stray dog, How can the Silent Moon, which has lost its divinity, fight against Eden?

Besides...”

He stared at the glow in the sky, unable to hide his fanatical eyes, which were a longing and trust in pure power: "Char will never lose!"

Wolf Whistle was silent for a long time, sighed softly, "I never worry that he will lose..."

"Some things cannot be changed regardless of winning or losing."

Paganini responded coldly, "People can't hide their true nature after all. No matter how determined and perseverant they are, no matter how restrained and reluctant they are, in the end, people will obey their own nature."

He paused and said:

"Just like you."

A short silence Afterwards, Wolf Whistle did not get angry, but laughed softly:

"It sounds like I was born to be a traitor."

"Although that's not what I meant, sometimes, many things are unavoidable."

"Yes, yes, I understand this."

Wolf Whistle seemed to be smoking a cigarette, exhaling the bored smoke: "But there is only one thing, you are wrong."

Thousands of miles away, he stared at the fire on his fingertips in the darkness, and whispered softly: "Maybe some people are born to be traitors, but no one is destined to be born a god, Paganini, no one..."

He pinched out the dim fire at his fingertips, and the remaining sparks jumped up, illuminating his expressionless face.

The fire went out, and the face disappeared from the darkness.

His voice was never heard again.

And thousands of miles away, at the highest point of the whole world, the highest point where the struggle has been pushed forward.

Amidst the mighty singing, the Holy Spirits, with the blessing of the Iron Tower, were armed to the teeth, as if the spirits and music of the music had transformed into humans, and under the infusion of ether, they revealed a cold iron light.

The Iron Holy Spirits traveled across the sky at an incredible speed, and the naked eye could only see the traces of their passing.

In a battle that exceeded the limits of human reaction, every moment was a countless number of competitions and intersections, and every detail was enough to affect the overall situation.

At this moment, above the sky, every Holy Spirit had abandoned his own independence, merged himself into the grand theme, and turned into the most basic note in the huge movement.

And in the resonance of one Holy Spirit after another, the grand symphony sounded.

——Symphony No. 9!

It is the only movement in all the Ninth Symphonies that is revered by everyone, even if it only needs a number to identify its existence without any other name.

The core music theory inherited by the Red King, in addition to the "Destiny" that mortals cannot peek into, is the ultimate power composed of countless holy spirits.

If destiny represents the unpredictable will and punishment of God, then the ninth symphony at this moment demonstrates the truth of the world. The elements represented by countless holy spirits gather under the same theme and turn into pure power.

Praise with this, sing with this.

This is the victory of man!

In the music theory of the ninth symphony, the power of countless holy spirits has long been integrated into one. Although the Red King has never been here in person, it is no different from doing it in person.

Thousands of miles away, the steel city rumbles, and the countless towers send out the sound of bells one after another. The sound of hymns seems to extend from the distant past to the distant future and permeates the present.

The cult that once dominated the old world for hundreds of years now reveals its own heritage.

With the response of countless holy spirits, the power of the Holy Cauldron has now descended on the sky of Asgard, like an iron rod hitting ice, with a roar, cracks appeared on the projection of Eden.

The power of the world gathered here, with countless holy spirits as the carrier, outlining the grand traces of the Ninth Symphony.

As the Ninth Symphony was taking shape, and under the impact of the Holy Spirit of Steel one after another, Ciel's response suddenly became awkward, and it was no longer as smooth and easy as before.

"It's terrible when an old man is angry..."

He stared at the sacred cauldron above the sky. Under his body, thousands of burning rays of light traveled through his flesh and blood, making him seem to be melting and blending into his own light.

It was a divinity that was jaw-dropping, dozens of times more powerful than Odin, and a power that was completely different from that kind of man-made thing.

Even if it is fertilized with blood, it is still pure and pure.

It originates from the human body, but is completely natural.

As if born this way.

The loud sound of countless bells suddenly erupted, and the power of the sacred cauldron struck down again, causing Eden in the deepest part of the etheric world to suddenly collapse, and the cracks spread crazily.

The light trembled and was extinguished under the pressure that increased tens of millions of times in an instant.

The sky lost its color. Amidst the roar, Ciel fell from the sky. In an instant, he fell into the collapsed block, smashed through the burned-out house, and fell into ashes.

Screams sounded from under the broken tiles.

"You even have a sneak attack?"

Charles choked and coughed in embarrassment. He turned around and saw the children huddled together. Those children who had nowhere to hide looked at him with fear in their eyes.

The blood on his face has long dried up.

"Uh...hey, are you okay? Sorry, I broke your bed..."

He smiled awkwardly, cleared away the ashes from his hair and body, and got up from the ground, "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

The children moved back, afraid to approach.

That's fear.

Charles was stunned. He turned around and saw the broken mirror on the broken wall, but he didn't recognize the person in the mirror.

He lowered his eyes sadly and apologized softly to the children:

"sorry."

The wings spread again and he soared into the sky again, not daring to look at those eyes again.

At this moment, along with the hoarse sound of the horn, dozens of Holy Spirits dissipated, and the horn hanging high in the sky burst together with the sky.

The big bloody star emerged from behind the crack in the sky.

——Big Star Yinchen!

Along with the burning murderous intent from the Holy City, a melody that was extremely familiar to everyone played from the Holy Spirit.

"The Law of Averages?"

Paganini was stunned.

This was created by the first Blue King and is the basis of all musical rhythms that all musicians must study during their apprenticeship. It is a melody that even children are familiar with.

The law of averages!

Immediately afterwards, at that moment, the silver glow rushed from the end of the sky, and the endless beauty shone on the silver-white waves. Wherever it passed, everything was silent, and everything was immersed in this beautiful death. .

That was a natural disaster...

Natural Disaster·Silver Tide!

Along with the tide of destruction formed by countless steels, a storm was set off between the sky and the earth. The miserable white color spread from the strong wind, and the chilling silence was filled with the whine and scream of the wind.

Holy White Storm!

Blood dripped from the sky and turned into heavy rain. The scarlet rain burned like flames, as if it would corrode and submerge everything, annihilate it in the blood, and turn the earth into a desert.

Bloody plains and scorched earth.

And in the middle of the earth, countless soils were turned over, and the eggs formed by the fierce poison broke open, forming locusts that were definitely not living creatures. They kept flapping their wings and rose from the ground like a pale green mist.

Abaddon locust plague...

With the emergence of the Yinchen Star, destruction unimaginable by humans was thrown into the world, given a shape, and ran across the earth.

That is the end that is above all else, and the reason why all aliens are named natural disasters.

That is……

"Eight major phenomena?"

Behind Paganini, the musicians' faces were pale, and they could hardly believe what they were seeing.

"Why...is this happening? Can the Holy City control the eight major phenomena?"

"Why not?"

Paganini asked indifferently, as if seeing a group of fussy children, "Isn't it supposed to be like this? If they don't have such power, how can they control the world?"

Although he had already made speculations in his mind, his expression became increasingly gloomy at this moment.

Not worried about whether Ciel can cope with it, but worried about the influence from other aspects...

But at this moment, the thing that made him most uneasy finally appeared.

Gaius' voice came.

"Paganini, retreat."

His tone was calm, but there was no room for argument or objection. He simply issued pure orders and finalized the outcome of the battle. But it made Paganini furious.

retreat?

Why retreat?

Why care about anything else?

Haven't you seen it? The real battle has just begun now! The war between gods and humans is about to be decided!

You actually want to retreat?

He gritted his teeth, but could not disobey Gaius's order. He could only control the anger in his heart and convey Gaius's will to Ciel.

"Retreat, Ciel."

He squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, so hypocritical that he didn't even believe it himself, "It's meaningless to keep fighting."

As he expected, Ciel didn't move.

Just look at him.

"We're leaving, what will happen here?"

"Who knows?"

Paganini said calmly, "The crust under the Golden Palace is very unstable. If left alone, after the volcanic eruption and natural disasters, this place will probably become one of the deepest inland lakes."

"Oh."

Charles nodded, and there was no sound. He just turned back and stared at the huge city shrouded in destruction.

The ecstasy that burst out in his heart made Paganini want to dance with joy. He stared at Charles in front of him, restraining the strong impulse and waiting for Charles' response.

Until Charles turned around and asked softly: "Paganini, do you have a mirror? I feel a little dirty..."

Although she didn't understand Charles's thoughts, a female musician still reached into her pocket and wanted to hand him the mirror, but as soon as she touched the mirror in her pocket, she saw Paganini's cold eyes.

That kind of inhuman rage and hideousness...

She was stunned and dared not move again.

Only Paganini turned his head, no longer ferocious, a warm smile appeared on his handsome face, and he bowed respectfully to Charles: "No need for a mirror, Your Highness is now awe-inspiring and flawless."

"Really?"

Charles smiled.

That's great.

I shouldn't be scared by those children now, right?

"Don't be afraid, everything will be over soon."

He stared at the city wailing in destruction, whispered softly, and spread his arms.

So, the light of Eden emerged from the etheric world again, shining here, and in accordance with his will, the kingdom of heaven came here.

Accompanied by his determination, an unprecedented hot glow emerged from his eyes.

That was divinity.

Divinity was burning, sublimating, turning into endless power, heading to the highest point of the world, returning to the empty kingdom of God, and controlling the power of all things.

At that moment, Charles turned into the purest light, illuminating the deep abyss.

"Let there be light."

He whispered softly, casting light on the world.

Under the light, everything solidified, all wills and spirits bowed, trembled, panicked, and were subdued by the majestic power of God. They could not help but bow their heads and worship the supreme master.

Under the glory of the miracle, the music of the Ninth Symphony was turbulent and roared.

At this moment, the movement representing the victory of man appeared cracked under the pressure of God's will, and the spirits of countless holy spirits were shaken. The flame on the scepter was like a candle in the wind, beating dimly, struggling, but unable to escape the control of the glory.

At that moment, the mighty bells burst out from Charles' fingers.

The power of the Ninth Symphony collapsed, and countless holy spirits flew out of it, and it was difficult to resonate. The whole was broken into loose sand. It was like the legendary Tower of Babel was broken.

The settlement of people was broken up and no longer a whole.

At this moment, the glory shone all over the world.

Charles opened his eyes.

There was no more weakness and mercy in his eyes, but emptiness, as vast as the dark universe behind the sky, overflowing with the magnificent light of the stars.

God, finally arrived!

At that moment, the Yellow King in the distance sighed softly, Ye Qingxuan clenched the hilt of the sword, gritted his teeth, restrained the rage in his heart, and closed his eyes.

"Ah! Ah! Hateful gods!"

Paganini looked up at the glow, his expression was complicated and fearful, but he was moved to tears by this incomparable power, "Now you have finally appeared on the earth!"