December 24, Center of the Holy City.
Surrounded by statues of saints, there are three huge doors standing in the solemn square.
One leads to the Papal Palace, the core of the Holy City, the core of cores, where all that is sacred and doctrinal in this world gathers.
One leads to the Hall of Sacred Artifacts, a collection of musical instruments and artifacts of saints from all countries, natural disaster music, inheritance of saints, and ancient books, a holy place in the hearts of all musicians.
One leads to the Holy Wheel Court, where all laws and rituals of the Order and the Holy City are formulated, maintained and executed.
All the holiness, wisdom and order in the world are here.
In the early morning, there were huge crowds.
A dark crowd gathered outside the square. The heavily armed guards tried hard to maintain order, but reporters who wanted to squeeze into the front row could not be stopped.
It’s been a long time since there was such a big excitement.
It can be called the biggest news in the Holy City in decades.
First, Colt's heroic identity was subverted.
What followed was a tragic death at the hands of others at the gates of the Holy City.
In the end, the murderer accepted the arrest openly.
And now, it’s finally the day for the preliminary hearing!
This news has continued to ferment in the past few days. Even if it is subject to news control, it has never been able to eliminate the curiosity of passers-by. Instead, it has attracted more and more followers.
Of course, Maxwell also contributed a lot to it. After all, the more followers, the bigger the news, and the smaller the chance of someone playing tricks on it.
Suffering from the pressure of public opinion, the Ministry of Pardons in charge of the Holy Wheel Court also came up with the strongest lineup, with Deputy Minister Borja personally serving as a judge.
In the past few days, crazy things have been happening, and it can be said that it was because of this incident that my heart was broken.
And just outside the square, amidst the noisy chaos, a shout suddenly came.
"Coming! Coming! I see the convoy!"
Soon, on the cleared road, a solemn cavalry marched slowly, and between the fully armed guards was an airtight iron car.
Then the crowd shouted, and the sound sounded too noisy. I didn't know whether it was praise or curse.
"All in all, it sounds quite interesting. It's big news, right?"
In the carriage, Ye Qingxuan, who was shackled all over his body, sighed softly and looked at the guards in black clothes beside him. The several sturdy guards and musicians turned a deaf ear and just stared at the void in front of them.
Boring and boring.
Being a defendant for the first time seemed to be no pressure for Ye Qingxuan. He knew how serious what he had done was, and even before he was ready to take action, he was already prepared to die for it.
People who are not afraid of death rarely seem to be afraid of other things.
However, if possible, Ye Qingxuan still thinks it would be better to live.
It would be great to be alive.
In the midst of his wild thoughts, the car door suddenly opened, and amid the noise of countless people, Ye Qingxuan was escorted out of the car.
Under the watchful eyes of many guards, he crossed the square and stepped onto the layers of pure white marble steps.
But when he reached the center, he stopped, turned back, and looked at the crowd behind him.
The crowd noticed his gaze, and their cheers or scolding voices suddenly rose to a higher level. But Ye Qingxuan's eyes passed over them, and finally landed on the cold square.
There, stands a dark iron monument.
The ancient and vicissitudes of iron monument stands in the center of the square, in the center of the Papal Palace, the Sacristy Hall and the Holy Wheel Court.
Ye Qingxuan stared at the iron monument in silence. No matter how the guards urged and pushed, his eyes were focused and careful, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"Is this... destiny?"
This is the monument of destiny.
The legendary existence that ranks first among all artifacts.
"Destiny", the most elusive thing, is also the most terrifying and huge proposition. Nothing can escape destiny, everything is within destiny.
Even resistance seems to be part of destiny.
This invisible web seems to be in the hands of gods, controlling the operation of the entire world. And right here, in addition to the meaning of nothingness, it represents something else.
Chapter of the Red King's Scepter—"Destiny"!
A miracle among miracles, a mighty force among mighty forces, the most powerful ruling chapter in this world!
The reason why this iron monument is so well-known and even plays an important role in many legends is because: the complete content of "Destiny" and all the music theory are engraved on it.
Moreover, the Holy City was placed in public in a grand manner, without fear of anyone coming to watch.
If any musician wants to study it, rubbings can be purchased in grocery stores everywhere. They cost five yuan each, and there are also packages for fifteen yuan, which provide analysis by many researchers of the past generations.
Of course, all this was completely useless.
The structure of its movement seems very simple, but no matter how it is played, it has no effect.
Almost every musician who comes to the Holy City comes here to decipher the secrets on this iron monument, but to this day, no one has been able to successfully play it.
Except for the great and supreme Red King.
Only in the hands of the Pope will Destiny come into its own.
There is no trick or secret. Once the melody is in his hands, it has incredible effects.
Call for a miracle.
Some people even say in rumors that as long as someone can play "Destiny", he will definitely become the next Red King. It seems that the papal crown is passed down through such mysterious and weird conditions.
Over the years, countless researchers have tried to unlock this secret. Enrique, a master interpreter three hundred years ago, even vomited blood and died after thinking hard in front of it for four days. This iron monument has once again been shrouded in a mysterious veil.
Since then, more and more musicians have begun trying to decipher its secrets.
No one succeeded.
No matter how much effort is put into it, there will be no change. Its own musical structure is absolutely untenable, it cannot have any effect at all, and it cannot even be called a movement.
It can only be said to be a solemn and glorious symphony.
That's all.
It was not until decades ago that the last master who threatened to crack it finally gave up. After spending forty years, the gray-haired master stopped talking about music theory, gave up his identity as a musician, and chose to join the religious order. , became an ordinary priest and remained pious until his death.
He has witnessed firsthand the insignificance of mortals.
It is proof of God’s presence in this world!
And this is also the reason why the Holy City displays it grandly.
Only the presence of gods can transform decay into magic.
This is the gift of God, and all honor and holiness should be attributed to it.
Therefore, as the apostle of God, the Pope can control the power of "Destiny".
This is the crown of the Red King.
Forged by miracles, it cannot be shaken.
This is proof of the existence of "Destiny", this is proof of the existence of gods, and this tablet lays the foundation of all justice, order and holiness.
It is like a ruler that distinguishes the huge gap between gods and mortals.
Because of this, even if it does not have any power, does not have any processing, and is just a pure iron block, it can still be ranked in front of all artifacts and become a well-deserved top spot.
Nothing could be more legitimate and unquestionable than this.
"It's a pity. It would be great to go and take a look."
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, looked away, and walked into the huge door amidst the pulling and pushing of the guards.
Behind him, the door slammed shut.
After passing through the gates and undergoing several inspections, Ye Qingxuan only had symbolic shackles left on his body.
The final door burst open in front of him.
In a solemn atmosphere, he stepped in, raised his head, and looked at the holy symbol on the dome.
The holy symbol seemed to fall from the sky.
The time of judgment has come.