Crown of Silence

Chapter 820 Waiting and Hope

The water is rough.

The huge ice floes collided with each other, erupting with a profound and dull roar, which was carried in the water and wind, and was carried to distant places.

The biting cold wind enveloped the sea surface, rolled up the sea tide, and threw it onto the sea surface. A large number of ice crystals undulated in the sea water, accompanied by the crisp ringing sound among the roars of countless ice floes.

Above the cloud-covered sky, there was a faint flash of lightning, signaling the approaching storm.

And above the sea, I don't know when, it was covered with a layer of miserable white in the cold wind.

The frozen seawater turned into solid ice, covered with white snow, and decorated with countless crisscrossing cracks, exposing the deep seawater below, which stretched to the end of the world.

And just above the ice sea, two straight lines of footprints extended forward.

We arrived at a place where we could gaze at the outline of the continent.

Stopped abruptly.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the land covered by gray mist in the distance.

"Ahead, is the Caucasus..."

"That's right."

Bach's beard was covered with fine frost, and he exhaled a fiery breath: "Where the gods are."

"Just leave the rest to me."

Ye Qingxuan looked back and said: "You have already 'escorted' me here, so you are not worried that I will regret it next, right?"

"No, what should be done has not been done yet."

Bach shook his head, banged his pipe on the sharp edge of ice beside him, knocked out the frozen tobacco and ashes, and filled another pipe: "Before you leave, there are still people who want to see you."

"People? Where are they?"

Bach lowered his head and lit his pipe: "Counting the time, it should be soon."

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan turned back.

A crack leading to the distance opened behind him.

Amidst the roar of the hurricane, a black spot emerged from the air, and then the black spot quickly spread, sucking in the frosty wind, forming a wind cave leading to another world.

Wind tunnel?

Just when Ye Qingxuan was stunned, a palm slowly stretched out from the wind cave.

Then, an emaciated outline emerged.

It seems that the proposition of 'long-distance human teleportation' that has been proved to be unsolvable has been broken through. Someone came across thousands of miles. In the end, he stepped on the ice sea and was revealed in the hurricane of old and decaying clothes.

As the hurricane dissipated, the aging and peeling silicone skin was revealed, as well as the broken circuits and machinery behind the peeling skin, looking as hideous as evil ghosts.

"First meeting, DR. Ye's successor."

The only 'human being' in the history of the world who has achieved long-distance teleportation stood in front of Ye Qingxuan and made a strange tone with electric noise.

The original color of his robe was blown up by the wind, revealing the mark engraved by the maker on the back of his hand, indicating his inhuman nature.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly said: "Peter?"

"Exactly."

The first-generation Red King, the only non-human on the East Asian immigration ship back then, the intelligent observation machine ‘Peter’ nodded.

In the brief silence, he stared at Ye Qingxuan's face.

Behind a pair of aging and faded gel eyeballs, old observation equipment is vaguely exposed, still shining with a monotonous rainbow light.

Being looked at directly by him made one feel uncomfortable all over.

Ye Qingxuan frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"You have the same eyes as your ancestors, truly human eyes." Peter replied, "Before killing Xiao Huan, his eyes were the same as yours."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned cold and he looked at Peter silently.

Peter looked at him too.

There was no expression on the broken face.

"Explain why you're here, Peter."

Ye Qingxuan said coldly: "If you wanted to make me unhappy, congratulations, you succeeded."

"Actually, that's not the case, Mr. Ye."

Peter ended his long gaze, his inhuman eyes drooped, and there was no expression on his aging and cracked face.

"Then, please allow me to explain my purpose."

He spread his arms and showed just the right amount of intimacy, standard enough to be included in a textbook: "In my body, there are sixteen micro-computing centers. Hundreds of years later, seven are still working. "

"For hundreds of years, I have followed my mission and tried to understand human beings all the time, even when I was sleeping.

Forty-one times, I almost thought I understood you. As it turns out, I didn't.

Until I understood that maybe this line is an abyss that can never be crossed for old models like me. "

He looked at Ye Qingxuan and told him: "But this is different for Charles."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes became colder and colder:

"What do you mean?"

"I'm trying to explain to you the nature of the charr - how the charr became the charr you know."

Peter's tone is still calm. Perhaps, for a thing like him, there is no hesitation or concession: "Do you know how a machine like me can perform activities that approximate human thinking?"

"Humans call this process 'operations.'"

"In the beginning, everything originated from the two judgments of 'nothing' and 'not nothing', that is, 0 and 1. These two judgments formed the 'AND gate' and the 'NOT gate' in my crystal circuit , 'OR gate' and other changes.

Hundreds of millions of these smallest foundations form a 'logic valve', and then an equal number of 'logic valves' form a computing center structure.

Finally, the sixteen centers mobilized the central I, II, and III databases according to the preset logical chain to form 'I', what you call 'Peter', which is the 'seventh generation' standing in front of you. Humanoid observation collector Ω4 type. ’

I am structurally destined to be completely different from humans.

The same goes for Ciel.

It's just that his logic center is beyond the reach of a backward model like mine. "

Ye Qingxuan said nothing.

Just look at him.

For humans, just a short moment later, Peter seemed to have completed a long derivation and thinking, and nodded clearly: "It seems that in order for you to further understand what I mean, I need to reveal the 'Sacred Secret' for you." Cauldron's essence."

Based on Ye Qingxuan's reaction, after clarifying that the information he knew was lacking, Peter jumped the topic in another direction.

"Let's start at the very beginning."

"From the beginning of humankind, the moment we set foot in this strange world."

"Ninety percent of technology, grain reserves, relatives, hometown... After losing everything that could be lost, human beings gained rebirth, as well as a miracle that did not exist on earth - ether.

A creature that nearly overturned quantum mechanics entirely. "

On Peter's raised fingertips, a little ether crystal slowly emerged. The ether restrained in the force field beat, revealing an unprecedented crystal texture.

"Although their crude structure is not even comparable to that of 'mycoplasma', it is precisely this kind of existence that is almost not even a living thing, but it has advantages that all human beings do not have.

They can observe and interfere with the world across multiple dimensions at the same time, and can subvert the foundation of thermodynamics solely by relying on the energy generated by air vibrations.

For humans, no, even for intelligent machines, this is a miracle that cannot occur in dreams.

Therefore, under that situation, how to develop and utilize ether has become a top priority for mankind. If the power of ether cannot be mastered, humanity, which is at the critical moment of life and death, may even be in danger of extinction.

And in the end, separated by two continents, the east and west, humans came up with the solution of the ‘Holy Cauldron’.

In short, treat all the ethers as one, use the characteristics of the ethers to try out a planetary computing model, and implant it with an operating interface, which is what you know as the 'Holy Cauldron'.

The name of this computing module is the ‘Great Source’—the huge memory formed by the blank consciousness of all the ethers. "

"Unfortunately, as you know, it didn't turn out as hoped."

Of course Ye Qingxuan knew exactly what Peter was referring to.

Regarding the consequences of the Sacred Cauldron, few people are more clear than Ye Qingxuan, who has a thorough understanding of the overall situation and has inherited Ye's memory.

But what Peter said next was beyond his expectation.

In other words, it revealed a secret that Ye Qingxuan had never thought of.

"We underestimated the instinct of ether as a living thing. It has the ability to self-balance and correct errors. The moment the sacred cauldron was implanted, it produced changes that we had not expected."

Peter looked at him, his tone still calm: "When humans are observing the ether, the ether is also observing humans."

"Observation?"

"Yes, observation."

Peter said: “Everything that happened is preserved in the records of the Great Source, including the battles between humans and human...memories.

Countless messy data are stored in large sources. "

At that moment, something flashed through Ye Qingxuan's mind, causing him to blurt out subconsciously:

"——Yellow Spring!"

"From a certain perspective, this understanding is not wrong."

A three-dimensional simulation map was projected in Peter's hand, like a closed circular reactor. At this moment, a new force was added to the calmness of the stagnant water.

Then, chaos descends.

“When a positive vector is generated, the negative vector does not enter the dispersed state as we expected, but instead converges into one place, forming another core with a large amount of messy data.

In the projection, the calm reaction cauldron reacts in the chaos, with the clear ones rising and the turbid ones falling... That look is exactly the origin recorded in the "Book of Return to Ruins".

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly: "The one with hundreds of eyes..."

"And the Silent Moon."

Peter added: “It can be said that mankind forged the sacred cauldron with hope for the future, but human sin and the resentment of the dead formed the Hundred-Eyed One.

The struggle between the Holy Cauldron, the Hundred-Eyed One and the Silent Moon completely plunged Dayuan into uncontrollable chaos... and created the world today. "

In the long silence, an old and broken book appeared in Peter's hands.

It seems that it has been stored and carefully preserved, but it is still difficult to resist the erosion of time. At this moment, it is even more loose, as if it will completely fall apart at the slightest touch.

It was an ancient scroll given to him by Ye Xuan, the scripture that created the behemoth of the Order.

I don’t know how many times I have read this book, and even the gaps on each page have been engraved in my mind. Peter stroked its broken cover and said in a calm voice:

"——Humans thought they had found Paradise Eden, but then they brought their own original sin with them."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, what does this have to do with Ciel?"

Peter gave a broken smile.

It was as if he already knew the answer in his heart, and then he said it clearly: "Thousands of years ago, with the help of silicon transistors and circuit boards, humans were still able to create our origins...

What makes you think the same thing won't happen here? "

Ye Qingxuan said nothing.

"For hundreds of years, the ether has never stopped recording human beings. Countless people have lived and died, and all memories have been recorded in it. Under the stirring of the sacred cauldron and the Hundred-Eyed One, a huge chaos has been formed.

The music created by countless musicians, the psychological factors incorporated into it, the etheric projection compiled based on one's own consciousness - the 'Chapter of Fate', and the etheric body created - the scepter, are like constantly throwing firewood. Entered the cauldron.

Just the final spark is missing.

And in this chaos, intelligence finally came.

Mr. Ye, it was the arrival of human beings that gave consciousness to Dayuan.

It floats in the great source, lingering on the edge of sleep and wakefulness, until the long brewing is over. With the power of the sacred cauldron, it is born from the mortal womb of the earth and appears in this world as a human. , raised by Abraham and endowed with human nature by him.

He himself is the most perfect natural disaster created by Dayuan in imitation of human beings, the ultimate achievement of the Son of Dragon Vein. Similarly, it is also the answer that DR. Ye is looking for in his life, the proof of the existence of ‘soul’.

His name is ‘Char’, he is your eldest brother and the adopted son of Abraham.

When he is determined to give up his identity as a human being, he can dominate the entire Great Source in the form of natural disasters, or no, in the form of gods! "

"Now, do you understand what kind of existence Ciel is?"

Peter looked at him: "As long as he is serious, the existence and destruction of the world is just a matter of his thoughts. The reason why he did not immediately destroy the human world is probably just for some purpose that we don't know yet."

In silence, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and responded:

"I see."

Peter nodded and asked again: "So, did what I said change your decision?"

"No."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, but his eyes became more and more quiet, as if he were thousands of miles of silent ice sea.

"Well, thank you for listening to my final observation report on behalf of the crew committee."

Peter smiled and bowed:

"The final sequence mission of the host name 'Peter' of Ω4-88659: 'Long-term observation of the Great Source and analysis of its consequences' and the 'existence of the soul' are declared completed."

In this way, the last shackles were released.

Peter raised his head, and the mutilated face that had been barely maintained was finally completely broken, revealing the complex machinery underneath that was impossible for humans to have, and layers of traces of rust.

For some reason, after taking off the human face, this posture looks much more agile.

Behind the broken colloid eyeball, the observation equipment was still looking at Ye Qingxuan.

Peter's tone was calm: "Later, could you please fulfill his promise on behalf of DR. Ye and authorize the machine to be formatted and shut down permanently?"

"Shut down?"

Ye Qingxuan did not expect that Peter would appear here just for such a result.

"Is this what you want?"

"That's right."

Peter nodded, "This is something that only you, the last committee member, who has the central core and supreme authority, can do."

"...Okay, I promise you."

Amid the faint noise of mechanical operation, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be hallucinating, and his stiff face exposed to rusted steel moved.

It seemed to smile.

"Just now, I seem to have generated erroneous data for 'understanding human beings'. Perhaps the result of this calculation is called 'thank you' in human terms."

He lowered his head and saluted Ye Qingxuan in a human way: "Thank you, Mr. Ye."

"——Please give me your right hand."

After Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, he stretched out his right hand, and then it was held tightly by Peter's raised hands. After the broken silicone, the material of steel is exposed. When you touch it, you can feel an illusory temperature, which is soon replaced by the coldness of the steel itself.

But between Peter's hands, countless ethers gathered out of thin air, dancing in the ultra-frequency sound that was difficult for human ears to hear. In an instant, they intertwined music theory that was so complicated that it would be difficult for ordinary people to read it in a lifetime. In the end, it gathered in Ye Qingxuan's words. fingertips.

Ye Qingxuan heard the clicking sound coming from his body, which was the abnormal sound emitted when the computing center was overheated. A pungent smell emitted, as if it was about to be scrapped in the next moment.

But when Peter separated his hands and retracted them, an ancient and simple power ring appeared on his index finger. The crystal made of ether was filled with countless neon-like magnificence.

Through the power ring, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be able to feel the pulse of the entire world. Perception spreads out from the body, merges into the ether, and covers the entire world along thousands of slender branches.

Thousands of miles away, one can hear the loud noise of the etheric torrent operating in the dark world.

"The third administrator account 'Yellow' has been transferred."

Peter nodded: "Now, you are the real King of Yellow."

Before Ye Qingxuan could speak, he saw the ‘Crown of Thorns’ he took out from his arms. It was an ancient artifact made of brass, and it represented the supreme authority in the cult!

At this moment, along with his movements, it was put on Ye Qingxuan’s head.

Along with the slight pain of his scalp being pierced, Ye Qingxuan seemed to feel the hot iron liquid pouring into the tiny wound, running on the skull, interweaving a complex and subtle alchemical matrix.

Soon, the Crown of Thorns fell apart on Ye Qingxuan’s head, turned into dust, and dissipated into the air.

Instead, the hot light slowly rose above his head, and under the arrangement of countless musical theories, it formed a halo like thorns.

Under the blessing of that halo, Ye Qingxuan heard the loud noise of the ether net.

In the depths of the huge crystal cube, the shadow of the ancient copper cauldron quietly appeared.

That was the blessing of the Holy Cauldron, which had now been fully connected to Ye Qingxuan's music theory. Just like when the authority of the Yellow King was unlocked, all the unique music of the Red King had now appeared in the 'Homeland of Nothingness', and could be called at will with just a thought.

The power that seemed to be enough to drive the entire world was in his hands!

"The second administrator account 'Rubrum' has been transferred."

Peter declared: "You will become the new generation of the Red King."

"Finally..."

He turned around and looked at Bach, who had remained silent from beginning to end.

Bach nodded and spread his arms.

Blood gushed out.

At that moment, Peter raised his iron hand, pierced his chest, cut open the flesh, and pulled it out before Ye Qingxuan could react.

Along with his heart.

That heart was made of iron.

At this moment, in Peter's hand, the steel heart beats slowly, and the blood-colored indicator light flashes with monotonous fluorescent light, and the music theory exuded from it makes Ye Qingxuan unbelievable.

"You didn't expect it, right?" Bach smiled reluctantly: "The founder of the Xiaoyuan School was once one of the fourth generation of Bach's students..."

"I have been wondering when this day will come, but I didn't think it would be today."

He looked at the young man in front of him, raised his hand, covered the crack in his chest, sat down on the ground, and panted with relief: "Ye Qingxuan, you will be a better blue king than me."

Peter held the steel heart in his hand and looked at Ye Qingxuan.

In silence, Ye Qingxuan opened his arms and let Peter cut his clothes and skin, implanted the steel heart into the hollow of his chest, replaced the original heart formed by ether, and started working again.

"The first administrator account 'hyacinthum', the transfer is completed."

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt the body burst in the chaos.

Endless darkness was torn apart by the light of his explosion, and eternal silence was broken. Light and fire swept everything, and the original vector drove the world's movement.

The clear rose, and the turbid fell.

This is heaven and earth.

The terrifying glow that seemed to be the creation of heaven and earth burst out in the deepest part of the etheric world. With the shattering of the sacred city, a scorching sun rose from the burnt wreckage.

Countless powers poured in, like a torrent, drowning the land of nothingness.

Then, it was swallowed up by the huge scepter that could accommodate the future.

In the projection from the future, the grand melody of creation was brewing in the scepter of nothingness.

The music theories of countless saints emerged from it, intertwined with each other, and connected to the projection of the "Sacred Cauldron". With this as a link, it extended in all directions, forming a cyan-gold ocean inside the "Ether Net".

The crystal cube representing the etheric net, which absorbs the endless lapis lazuli ocean, is expanding and multiplying crazily. In an instant, it expands to hundreds of times its original size. If Ye Qingxuan had not deliberately suppressed it, it would have continued to grow forward.

And inside the crystal cube, the projection of the sacred cauldron continued to turn from virtual to real, allowing the etheric net to mobilize its own endless music theory, and the two merged into one.

The huge altar took this as its foundation and rose from the crystal.

Holding the scepter of the Yellow King, wearing the crown of the Red King, and sitting high on the throne of the Blue King.

Ye Qingxuan's etheric incarnation appeared.

The royal power that humans once divided to avoid dictatorship was unified here and was held in the hands of the same person.

"If Charles was a god who once became a human, then you are now a human who has become a god, and you are an equal existence to him."

Bach raised his hand, sucked on his pipe with his pale lips due to excessive blood loss, and said goodbye for the last time.

"Don't forget what I said to you, Ye Qingxuan, don't forget."

"I will."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, took a last look at him, and then stretched out his hand to Peter who was leaning forward with a smile: "Peter, in accordance with the agreement between you and Ye Xuan, I order you with supreme authority.

-Format, never restart."

On that inhuman face, a smile of relief appeared at this moment.

"Then, the countdown begins--"

A calm voice came out of his throat, not the hoarse and old voice, but as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago when he was sitting in front of Ye Xuan.

As the indicator lights flashed, one computing center after another was shutting down, and the final countdown was running.

Peter stared at Ye Qingxuan's figure turning away and sat down on the ground.

A peaceful smile appeared on Tie's face.

"Farewell, Herr Bach."

"Well, farewell."

Bach sighed softly, and before the last time was up, he asked the question he had never dared to face: "Do you think Ye Qingxuan can really succeed?"

"The computing center believes that success may not exceed 0.03%, but 'Peter' thinks he will."

"Why?"

"Waiting and hoping, aren't these the two most beautiful words of mankind?"

Peter smiled and closed his eyes for the last time.

These are the final words.

[Ω4-88659, formatting completed. 】

【Permanent shutdown】

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