"Did you encounter any problem?"
Constantine looked at his sluggish look and became confused.
"No."
Charles shook his head and forced a smile: "Sir, don't worry about me. I'm fine. Look at me being so heartless. What else in the world can scare me?"
Constantine looked at him silently, as if he already understood that he was lying. For a long time, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"What's the trouble for young people?"
He sighed and lit the cigarette.
He smoked very hard in the past two days and stayed up all night. Every morning there would be a mountain in the ashtray.
As if recalling the past, he couldn't help laughing at himself: "In the past, an Oriental named Ye told me a joke. He said: Young people should not be depressed because of temporary pain, because in the future, they will be painful. The days will be long... Hahahahaha. This kind of wisecrack sounds very heartless at first, but it is right. When I was your age, I often felt that the world was falling apart and fell into despair. But later, I encountered more After what happened, I became numb.”
He paused and patted Ciel on the shoulder.
"It will pass, Ciel, it will pass."
He said, "All pain will."
Ciel trembled and said nothing.
For a moment, he almost wanted to stand up and tell Constantine that he was an undercover agent, a spy in the Holy City. He was about to betray him to Gaius.
But he didn't dare.
Ciel wanted to cry a little, because of his cowardice and something else.
He lowered his head and just said:
"thank you, sir."
Constantine laughed.
"By the way, this is for you."
He took out a small bag from his arms and put it into Charles's hand: "Actually, I have always been sorry for dragging you into this kind of thing."
Charles was stunned for a moment, then opened it, only to find that it was a brand new identity certificate, clean and well-preserved, without any criminal record.
"I forgot to tell you something yesterday."
"Gaius has agreed to see me," said Constantine, "today."
Ciel was sluggish, as if he had been petrified in an instant.
I felt as if my head had been opened with an axe, and my thoughts were crushed by Constantine's words.
Gaius? Meet Constantine? Just today
"scared?"
Constantine smoked a cigarette and looked out the window:
"Some things must come to a result. I will help you plead with Gaius. If I die, you can leave the Holy City. This is the identity I prepared for another person before. If he dies, I I give this thing to you, hoping that you can live with it. From now on, don’t be a musician anymore... "
The unexpected change occurred suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, completely defeating the Silent Organization's plan. No matter what, the result will be fully known today.
Soon.
too fast.
It was so fast that no one could react.
The situation fell instantly, like falling into an abyss.
Constantine was determined to have a showdown with Gaius. The result must be that he was completely eliminated by Gaius.
He already knew the consequences.
And because of Constantine's decision, all the subsequent plans made by the Silent Organization were completely in vain, after losing the constraints of Gaius.
But in his daze, for some unknown reason, Charles felt a sense of luck and relief: maybe all subsequent investigations would yield no results, or maybe his sin was unforgivable and he was destined to perish in the Tower of Judgment. lifetime.
At least, at least... he didn't die by his own hands.
I don’t need to betray myself.
At that moment, he felt ashamed because of this happiness.
But immediately, he felt a chill coming towards his face.
Cold, as if the actual cold came out of the bone marrow, the heart was beating wildly, the face was pale, the blood was pulsing and struggling to transport the blood, but no warmth could be felt.
That's a sense of crisis.
An overwhelming sense of crisis.
Headache.
A splitting headache.
In the severe pain, Charles fell into a trance, but his consciousness transcended from his body. Following the guidance of the sense of crisis, he saw vague scenes in the trance.
"Char...what's wrong with you?"
Constantine was stunned when he saw Ciel suddenly convulsing like an epileptic.
But in the next moment, Charles jumped up from the chair and held his palm, his wrist like an iron pincer.
The car door was kicked open mercilessly, and the instantaneous burst of etheric fluctuations tore apart the deconstruction and hinge of the door lock.
In the bustling city, with countless cars and horses running by, Charles actually pulled Constantine through the car door and jumped out!
Such a change in an instant caused an uproar.
There was a series of loud noises, horses neighing, screams, and roars, and several carriages collided with each other to avoid them. There were even a few innocent rickshaw drivers who fell to the ground and broke their legs.
Innocent pedestrians screamed and got out of the way.
In the chaos, everyone glared at the two people who jumped out of the carriage.
Ciel and Constantine rolled into a ball on the ground. Constantine was already old and didn't react until he landed. He groaned and looked at Ciel: "Are you crazy?"
But Charles didn't seem to hear it.
He just turned back and stared at the carriage they were riding in.
The carriage is still moving forward, but the speed is getting slower and slower.
Until finally, amid the whining of the two horses, the carriage stopped in the middle of the road. But the next moment, the driver fell down from the driving position.
When it fell to the ground, the flesh and blood turned into mud and slowly melted, revealing blue bones.
he died.
Immediately afterwards, the two pulling horses also dissolved, and blood spurted out. Soon, all that was left was a pile of bones on the ground connected by fascia, and a puddle of minced meat.
A cold wind blew.
The carriage shook and disintegrated into dust.
Constantine followed Ciel's gaze and gasped.
It was only then that the faint and loud bell sounded slowly. Wherever the faint bell passed, everything trembled. Even though they were so far away, the limbs were still dominated by the tremor, making the hands and feet weak and nauseating.
-"bell"
This is a piece of music created by the saint Liszt in the past, which transmits shock waves through the ether and destroys all matter. Even the ten-thousand-forged alloy will turn into dust in the earthquake.
It also has a more familiar name.
"...The Curse of Ashes!" Constantine whispered.
Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in gray clothes walked out among the pedestrians and walked towards them, sighing.
"Did I make a mistake somewhere?" He murmured in a low voice: "It shouldn't be, you shouldn't be able to detect any ether fluctuations... Could it be you?"
He looked at Charles, a strange demonic light flashed in his eyes:
"Forget it, the good luck ends here anyway."
Storms and fire brewed from his hands, and the music played loudly. The rhythm of the heart sounds sounded from it, and wherever it passed, everything showed faint signs of dissolution.
This is the effect created by the school of change that reaches its extreme in the field of dissolution.
And what follows is the trump card of the School of Change.
— "Hero's Funeral"!
Now, his purpose is clear.
Regardless of the possibility that innocent people nearby would be involved, or the fact that this was the main road of the Holy City, he took action to kill the two of them completely!
The sudden explosion was unexpected even by the silent agencies hidden in the surrounding area.
Ciel subconsciously raised his hand, played the notes with his fingers.
In an instant, delicate and complex notes emerged from the air.
Barrier, barrier, barrier, barrier…
Just by snapping his fingers, an identical barrier note burst out from his hand. Even though he couldn't use music theory, Ciel could reach an incredible level with simple note manipulation.
No one has ever tried what pure notes can achieve when stacked thousands of times.
They can't.
But in Ciel's hands, it was a matter of course.
In an instant, the barrier turned from colorless to pure white, and then from pure white to pitch black. It stood up from the ground like a solid substance, blocking the front of the incoming mad bombardment.
And then... it collapsed at the first touch.
Before the impact, the barrier was crushed into pieces.
Notes are just notes after all, just like ants without a conductor are still ants no matter how many there are.
Ciel has no control over music theory, and any music theory will go out of control in his hands. This has always been his fatal flaw, the reason why his career as a musician was interrupted ten years ago.
All he had done with all his efforts was to delay death for a second.
And this second is Tianyuan.
At that moment, an angry snort filled the air.
The ethereal moonlight flows from unknown places. Wherever the moonlight shines, everything becomes real and illusory. The flames and impact that hit your face, the suffocating wind and air pressure, and the Ash-Calling Curse that followed...
Everything is like false light and shadow, the breeze blows on the face, not stained by dust.
"What are you still doing?"
Laura's cold voice sounded from beside Charles: "Run!"
She revealed a vague figure in the moonlight, and with a flick of her finger, she erased the traces of the two of them. Covered by moonlight, their figures disappeared.
In an instant, the two of them disappeared.
…
At the same time, the gray-clothed musician snorted coldly and slammed his right hand into the void.
Behind him, the phantom of a vast bell tower loomed, with bells and drums ringing!
This is Liszt's "The Bell" - a heart music melody formed by the curse of ashes. Wherever it passes, distortion-level power drums, and the material world is distorted under the majestic music theory.
Everything collapses!
The faint sound wave swept across, shaking everything around into powder.
What is even more terrifying is the terrible impact it brings on the music theory level!
The change faction controls not only changes in matter and energy, but ultimately comes from conflicts, dynamics and changes in music theory...
Now, he used the sound of bells as a medium to forcefully pull the music theory in this area into the realm of dynamism, and they all collapsed under the impact of the music theory in his body.
Because of this, when the theory of transformation is practiced at the highest and deepest level, it is known as "breaking all dharma"!
Wherever the moving sound passed, the music theory collapsed, and Laura's figure also emerged from the air.
Behind her, the phantoms of the moon in the water and the flowers on the sea only moved for a moment and then returned to their original state.
The moon comes from the sky.
The movement of the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water does not damage the moonlight at all.
In the broken water, the moonlight shines out again.
Facing the gray-clothed musician full of murderous intent, Laura smiled softly, but that smile was extremely weird. In her body, the blood inherited from the demon was running, exuding a strange and cold aura.
"You're so lucky, I haven't eaten anything recently."
The bone flute played a whining melody, and she narrowed her eyes and looked at the enemy in front of her.
It looks... delicious.