"Constantine, today I grant you the grace of God."
The pope held up the navy blue sacred belt in his hand.
It was an accessory like a long scarf, with scriptures embroidered delicately and finely with lapis lazuli thread. It carried an indescribable solemnity and was a symbol of all holy orders.
He placed the holy belt in Constantine's raised hands, "Be in awe, your dedication and sacrifice have been remembered on the throne of the gods."
So, Constantine lowered his head in awe, hung the holy belt on his shoulders respectfully, and responded solemnly:
"—Thank you very much for your grace."
At this point, under the high platform, the envoys and nobles who came to watch the ceremony could not help but sigh: The Holy City once again has a cardinal with real power, and the revolutionary army may not be so willing to give up...
I'm afraid it's going to be a lot more troublesome in the future.
…
And just outside the crowd, Ye Qingxuan, who had been nervous for a long time, also breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.
It seemed that Gaius had indeed not come.
"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Hermes drank, glanced at him, and then pointed to the high platform: "By the way, I haven't been out for a few days. What's going on? From the beginning, I couldn't understand it. The Revolutionary Army and the Saint When did Cheng become good brothers and prepare to join forces with each other?"
"Boss, don't you know yet?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned. "Constantine, the deputy commander of the Revolutionary Army, defected to the Holy City. I thought you would know him."
"Constantine?"
The boss was stunned: "Deputy Commander? Take refuge in the Holy City?"
His expression betrayed a curious confusion.
Immediately, he seemed to understand something and couldn't help laughing. He laughed as if he had heard an incredible joke and witnessed the funniest humor show in history.
I was laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.
The smile made Ye Qingxuan extremely uneasy.
"Ye Qingxuan, I know him, but he is not Constantine."
Hermes slapped the table, almost laughing with tears: "The Revolutionary Army has been a dictatorship from the beginning, and has never had any deputy commander! Those who show up on behalf of the Revolutionary Army are just fake substitutes played by dead men. It’s just goods... You, you... Pfft hahaha... You don’t really believe it, do you? Sure enough, human beings are really interesting, hahahaha... "
Ye Qingxuan looked at him blankly, looking at him laughing so hard that he was out of breath, but he couldn't react.
Finally, he understood what Hermes said, but he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.
"Not Constantine?"
He raised his head stiffly and looked at the man on the high platform who was bathed in the cheers of all the believers: "Then who is he?"
"Who else could it be?"
Hermes clapped his hands and applauded this excellent satirical plot, and his tone became teasing and mocking: "The one you canonized as a cardinal is of course the despicable defector and the henchman of the Holy City. Big trouble, I don’t know how many people dream of killing him as an ambitious man. However, many people call him... "
"—His Majesty the Great Gaius!"
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt as if he had been struck by thunder.
He had no time to hesitate, jumped up from the chair and looked under the high platform:
"Wolf whistle!!!"
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…
It was also at that moment that Gaius spread his arms and bathed in the golden sunlight.
Under that sacred light, it was as if a divine blessing had truly befallen him, making him look so majestic, so holy, so awe-inspiring.
He lowered his head and stared at the crowd, but his eyes fell on the center of the square.
The young man who was intoxicated by the music.
Then he heard the heavy and sad sound of the piano.
That is not the musician's use of the ether, but just pure performance. Just like the symphony presented in countless taverns and celebrations when everyone cheers.
However, this symphony is too solemn and lofty. It does not seem to be a rhythm that humans can appreciate, but a movement composed by gods for the only truth in the world.
destiny.
This is fate…
"Char, you really realized it."
Constantine, no, Gaius lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "But, after throwing away the appearance, how can the so-called "Destiny" become such an empty shell?"
And Ciel could no longer hear his voice.
…
He couldn't hear all the sounds, he was already immersed in the crazy melody.
It was as if there was a voice in the depths of his soul urging him, pushing him, making him immersed in the performance, making him go from unfamiliar to proficient at an astonishing speed, and in the end, he turned the melody into a instinct.
There has never been such a strong and severe pain rising from the deepest part of his head, like a knife cutting through his will and soul, tearing apart the body he had built in just over ten years and revealing the depth of his soul to the world. Nature.
In the darkness, it is ready to try, it is about to wake up.
It can't wait to be reborn in this world.
Ciel only felt that he had transcended from that tiny body at some point. Although he was clearly here, he seemed to have entered another dimension.
He found sustenance in the narrow sense of the five senses.
He saw unprecedented colors, heard the echo produced by the collision of matter and will, and smelled the taste of sorrow and joy. When you reach out and touch it, you feel as if you are touching the ground thousands of miles away. If your mind is moving, you can rise to the sky and be with the stars.
There, there is an illusory and sacred city hanging high, where countless holy spirits sleep.
And as long as you lower your head, you can see the endless abyss. Countless shadows are crawling in the darkness, opening thousands of eyes, majestic and terrifying.
The cold and indifferent moonlight lingers between the two, seemingly present but invisible, seemingly nonexistent but substantial.
He saw countless broken worlds wandering between the three, attracted by the surging gravity, and turned into dazzling stars.
And just behind the stars, an indescribable shadow of some invisible substance appeared faintly.
It was a huge whirlpool.
It sheds everything and destroys everything.
It seems to contain endless mysteries, but also seems to be an emptiness that cannot tolerate the existence of anything.
That is the essence of all things, the source and destination of everything.
Dayuan!
The severe pain could not stop him, and he was immersed in this shocking performance.
—He transformed into the ether and finally got a glimpse of the nature of the world!
The pain is burning, breaking down the blockade of the will, like a hammer hitting the soul, recreating everything about him.
It tears apart the membranes between muscles, the lines on bones, the weaknesses in blood, and then pushes them into the furnace of nothingness to recast everything new.
He gradually died during this performance.
But a new man emerged from the ashes.
It was the key. After waiting for a long time, it finally opened the lock sealed in his body, releasing the bound essence, allowing him to regain his life.
So, he integrated pain and joy into his fingertips, and during this performance, he pushed the melody to its peak.
Everyone heard the majestic melody bursting out from the young man's hands.
For the first time, in this pure performance, Ciel played out its essence, even though it did not echo any ether, and there was no music theory.
But there is an unprecedented spirituality brewing from that melody.
All the musicians present, no, the musicians in the Holy City, even the whole world, felt an instinctive tremor. They stared into the deepest part of the crowd as if facing a formidable enemy, and saw the young man playing crazily under the stone monument.
It was like seeing the world collapse before my eyes.
This is the first time since the founding of the Holy City that someone has played this terrible melody in public.
Even Handel couldn't restrain the shock and... murderous intention in his heart.
That's "Destiny"!
Even though there are no ether fluctuations, no musical theory construction can be felt, and not even the power of a single note emerges, who can dare to say what terrible changes that movement will bring about.
This is a holy city!
As long as the aftermath of fate leaks even a little bit, it will be enough to crush everyone in the entire square to pieces!
At this moment, everyone is hesitating whether to take action and interrupt the melody!
Then they no longer need to struggle or hesitate.
Because the melody has reached its peak, bursting out with a melody that trembles the soul and will.
At this moment, fate has arrived!
…
At first, there was a suffocating silence.
The world froze.
Then came the great fear.
Countless people, at this moment, emitted a cry that seemed to have condensed into substance.
The screams gathered in the same place and turned into the same note, sharply stinging every eardrum, defeating everyone's reason, and causing them to sink into the deepest darkness.
Desperate screams and roars spread, and everyone's mind was shattered by the sight before them, and their will was shattered, leaving only the wooden body sinking in this cold world.
At that moment, no one realized:
-Perhaps it was fate that changed the world.
And when Charles woke up from his intoxication and looked around at everything around him blankly, he only saw pale faces.
He looked back in astonishment and followed everyone's gaze to the high platform.
Then, he saw the figure falling from the high platform.
It was a faded red.
Like the color of dried blood.
The time of falling was so short, but the low echo of falling to the ground was so terrifying. The crowd retreated involuntarily, crying in panic.
Charles was stunned, as if he understood something, and rushed forward like crazy.
Then, he saw blood.
In the blood, a solemn red dress dyed red.
The majestic crown fell to the ground, broken and twisted, bounced and rolled, and stopped at his feet, making a clear and low echo. It's like the lingering sound that erupts after the birth of tragedy.
In the pool of blood, the thing that was once humanoid had been completely twisted into a ball, and its flesh and blood were blurred.
There is no need for redundant verbal description. Anyone who becomes like this has absolutely no possibility of survival.
It was a corpse.
And on the back of the corpse, there was a pitch black dagger.
No miracle occurred, no resurrection came, and all precautions were of no use. Just a simple stab in the back, and he died simply.
It's so simple that it's irrefutable and leaves no room for breathtaking luck.
he died.
Charles used up all his strength, tremblingly, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and tried to detect the deceased's breath, but what he got was ice coldness.
But until now, he still can't believe it...
Your Majesty the Great Pope, the controller of the souls of all living beings, the only agent of God in the world.
The Red King, as simple as that, dead
As if struck by thunder, he staggered back, raised his head with difficulty, and looked up... looking up at the old man on the high platform overlooking all this.
He was still bathed in the divine radiance, like a righteous man walking out of the holy scriptures.
"Why?"
He murmured softly, unable to believe what he was seeing. He screamed with all his strength: "Mr. Constantine, why is this!!!"
Why... why would you do... such a thing!
Gaius looked away.
He just stared at the sky and stretched out his hand to draw the sacred emblem on his chest.
"I will fill the river of this soul and make it flow."
He closed his eyes and whispered softly:
"For you, my Lord, for you."
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…
"catch him!!!"
The first person to react was a cardinal. He glared at Wolf Flute: "What are you still doing here? Catch that damn guy!"
In an instant, dozens of black figures rushed out from the chaotic crowd in the square and threw themselves on the stage.
Thrilling and magnificent movements emerged from mid-air, and various melodies burst out in an instant. Handel looked furious and his eyes were red. In his hand, the crutch supporting his body broke apart, and a blazing light emerged from it.
This is the true form of the crutch.
A divine instrument that was given the name of a saint and created with the music of "Messiah".
No one has ever been able to glimpse its essence through the light, nor can it describe its shape and appearance. The moment it appeared in Handel's hand, it fell to the ground.
Terrifying vibrations swept around.
The steel city that was poured into one piece also trembled under this indescribable shaking, bursting out with a tame clanging sound. The cold and majestic loud noise swept across, stinging everyone's eardrums, defeating everyone's will, causing the chaotic pilgrims to prostrate themselves to the ground, trembling involuntarily.
Unless allowed, all movement effects will be completely defeated at this moment.
Because the savior promised by God seemed to have descended on the earth amid this terrifying loud noise.
—Who can be worthy of the day of his coming? Who can stand when He appears
For he is like a refiner's fire.
Like a bleacher's alkali.
In the Holy City, thousands of towers burst out echoes at the same time, converging at the same place, exploding in the sea of ether, and instantly evolving into a terrifying vortex.
The vortex penetrated the etheric world and the material world, opening up a huge exit, allowing the magnificent city deep in the etheric world to shine with light and descend into this world.
In the holy relics exhibition room, the dark golden heavy sword trembled and chanted endlessly.
The gate of heaven appears here!
Endless brilliance.
At this moment, the sky and the earth were all covered by holy light. Layers of restraints were locked on the high platform, sealing off all directions, and thunderous punishments that could destroy the human world were rained down with such fury.
The one who was faster than him was Wolf Whistle.
The moment Ye Qingxuan roared, he moved.
In an instant, countless beasts split from his consciousness and transformed into a pack of wolves with substance. The number of silver wolves after combining the elements is incredible.
Hundreds, come forward, tens of thousands...
Langdi's body collapsed and dissipated in an instant, and he crossed the distance of thousands of steps in one step, flashed again, and then, without hesitation, struck cruelly!
Behind him, the phantom of the wolf-headed god-man appeared, and the golden staff in his hand fell. In an instant, he defeated the layers of defense and dug a big hole in the enemy's body.
Blood spurted out and sprinkled on the faces of the bishops and nobles.
They stared blankly at the wolf whistle with cold eyes, and the one with a big hole in his chest... Handel!
No one expected that the core member of the Silent Organization, Wolf Flute, would attack Saint Handel at this moment. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of wolves emerged from the void, intercepting all the attacks flying towards the high platform, and then in the next moment, they tore apart the dozen figures.
Blood rain splashed down from the sky, dyeing the silver wolves crimson.
The gates of heaven dissipated.
The light of the sacred weapon Messiah's Staff dimmed, and it fell from Handel's hand, clattering to the ground.
Handel lowered his head dully and looked at the palm that came out of his chest.
The five fingers of the palm slowly closed together, crushing the heart inside, and blood dripped.
So, he finally accepted the reality, turned around, and stared at the wolf whistle.
"Why?" He asked with difficulty, vomiting blood.
"Isn't it obvious at a glance? My lord."
Wolf Flute sighed softly: "I am the spy."
Handel laughed hard, full of self-deprecation and bitterness.
He looked at the face of Wolf Flute, and then at the phantom of the wolf-headed and human-like god behind him.
"So you've been hiding this from me for so long..."
At this moment, what the wolf flute displayed was a terrifying power that was countless times beyond that of an ordinary scepter.
No one thought that the weakest scepter in the legend was hidden so deeply.
Everyone thought that he was incompetent, and that he was only integrating the lowest beast elements.
But this is not an element of a beast at all, but something far beyond other superior elements, and can almost be called a divine element.
His new scepter was made of jackals, death, and Hades...
—Anubis!
"I didn't expect that he would die in the hands of his successor."
Handel gave a last forced smile and closed his eyes.
Fall to the ground.
he died.
In the chaotic square, Ye Qingxuan, who was running wildly, stopped tiredly.
late.
It was too late after all.
When Hermes revealed Gaius' true face, the first thing he wanted to understand was not what Gaius wanted to do, but the wolf whistle...