The crystal chandelier emits a beautiful and soft light.
A warm fire burned in the fireplace, and the aroma of incense lingered in the basement.
In the emotional singing, the girls were dressed in tulle and danced in the soft melody. Their toes sank deeply into the cashmere carpet and were wrapped in the soft carpet.
The charming girls twisted their bodies, exuding a lustful aura.
A high-pitched laugh rang out from among them.
The middle-aged man wearing only a pair of shorts drank the last wine from the Caucasus, puffed out his bloated belly, jumped into the girls' dance, and squirmed to the melody.
"The Caucasus Federation is the most awesome in the world. The kings of other countries are all idiots!"
In his intoxication, he unashamedly sang the national anthem that he had tampered with loudly: "Oh~ the Caucasus Federation, the export of prostitutes is the largest in the world, and the prostitutes produced by other countries are extremely low-level~ Oh~ Caucasus, your mother The river is a great miracle~ It is 200 meters wide, and 80% of the dregs and feces are removed by it... Ah, the Caucasus Federation, we have friends all over the world, but don't think about Burgundy. They have big noses and are busy. Shui is confused..."
While singing, he took off his shorts, hugged the petite girl closest to him, and grinned: "Please come and shake the hand of our king's great dragon root. We invented begging, prostitutes and concubines." sugar… "
Suddenly, the melody stopped.
As the door opened, a cold wind that shouldn't belong here swept in, making everyone shiver.
At the same time, there was an old figure who shouldn't be here.
Gaius.
"Everyone get out," he said.
So the musicians and dancers hurriedly packed up their things, lined up in a line, and left quickly. Only the man lying in the middle of the carpet was left.
"Why are you here again?"
Showing his nakedness in front of the man without any shame, the man who was intoxicated in singing, dancing and alcohol waved his hand impatiently: "Didn't I say that everything is delegated to you?"
"I just came to inform you that the war has begun."
Gaius said, "This is related to the fate of the Caucasus. You should take a look at it both emotionally and rationally."
"The Caucasus has nothing to do with me now."
The man continued to pour strong wine into his mouth, "Gaius, I am the king, can you please respect me? When you were promoted to the representative of the Holy City, I voted for it. You owe me a favor. Look. , I have handed over all my rights to you, and ordered all people to cooperate fully with your orders. You are now their savior. You have taken away all my things, and when the time comes, you can no longer Ask me to work for you..."
His Majesty the King spread his hands and burped:
"Especially when I'm planning to have another good time."
Gaius frowned, "You are a king after all."
"Just because you are a king, you have to race against time to feel good while you can still feel good." The king rolled his eyes and patted his round belly:
"Anyway, no matter whether we win or lose, someone who dies must be held responsible, right?"
Gaius was silent for a moment and nodded.
"right."
"Besides the king, is there anyone else more suitable for this person?"
Gaius shook his head, "No."
"Then what's wrong with letting me feel good before I die?"
The king waved his hand impatiently: "Now, if you don't mind, I want to continue. Please help call my girls back before you go out to save the world."
Gaius withdrew his gaze and glanced at the girls standing in a row in the corridor, hugging each other and shivering in the cold wind, and pointed to the inside of the room.
The girls were amnestied and returned to the warmth of the basement, snuggling by the fire, like canaries returning to their cozy cages.
So, the king smiled again, passed a girl casually, pushed her to the ground, groped and kissed her randomly, and laughed.
Gaius glanced at him one last time, looked away in disgust, turned around and was about to leave, but heard a hoarse laugh behind him.
"For your new world, Gaius." The king murmured softly in his intoxication, "Pray that your trump card will be put to use."
…
…
On the battlefield, a torrent swept across.
After the Eagle Current swept through, no miracles happened.
Not a single tile remains.
There was only a sad color covering the frozen soil, melting the snow and turning it into sweet sludge.
It was as if I had just been in a trance for a moment. After I opened my eyes, the whole world changed.
Ciel stared blankly at the dark sky, lowered his head, and saw his torn body, blood seeping from the broken limbs, the limbs were twisted and broken, and the bones were scattered on the ground.
The internal organs were pulled out of the abdominal cavity and soaked in warm blood, like a pot of hot soup that had become cold.
But I couldn't feel the pain.
Because there are bright flowers blooming from the blood, the soft warm wind blows on him, and there is singing in the distance, like a lullaby, which is intoxicating.
Gentle hands were caressing his cheeks, caressing his lips against his weed-like beard.
Hold him in your arms.
It made him smile happily, shed tears and runny nose, clinging to the tenderness and sniffing the red hair hanging on his cheeks.
That red hair is so beautiful.
Like the embers of a fire.
"Mother… "
He murmured softly, "It's been a long time, but I see you again."
"I've always been here."
A soft voice answered, making him feel more at ease.
"are you OK?"
"Isn't it always like this?" A soft voice answered him, "Being alone, I can't say whether it's good or bad, it's probably sad, right? What do you think?"
Charles looked at the corner of her mouth and asked doubtfully:
"But aren't you smiling?"
"Because this is what you want to see."
The voice answered him.
He gently held Charles's cheeks with both hands and kissed his forehead, "Charle, what you saw was an illusion. I'm dead. Don't you know very well? When you die, there will be nothing. There is no hell. There is no heaven, no place for souls to go.”
She pressed close to Charles's cheek and whispered softly in his ear:
"From the beginning to the end, human beings have never had a soul."
Ciel opened his eyes wide, but he couldn't see her expression clearly. He just felt confused and uneasy. He wanted to hug her, but he couldn't feel his hands.
"You don't have one either?" he asked fearfully.
"yes."
Mother replied.
"But you..."
He looked at him in a daze and murmured to himself, "You are obviously here, you obviously told me..."
"Don't you know the answer perfectly well?"
The voice smiled cruelly, seeming to have understood what he was thinking, "I am not happy, Charles, I have never been happy. I have never gained happiness and relief, and the world has never gotten better, and neither have you. There is no way to obtain salvation and hope. Why do you always like to deceive yourself?"
Charles was stunned and wanted to hug her, but felt that there was nothing in his arms. The cruel phantom gradually became thinner and disappeared.
Just like your own ridiculous fantasy.
Then, he finally realized it.
"Is that so?"
"yes."
The gentle hands gradually became cold, dissipated, lost color and outline, and returned to nothingness. He couldn't help crying and murmured hoarsely:
"Have I always been alone?"
No one answered.
The gentle illusion has disappeared.
The only comfort in the nightmare abandoned him, leaving him alone and the cold flowers that bloomed from the blood.
"So this is ah… "
Ciel murmured softly and opened his eyes.
…
At that moment, in the bloody mud, the harpies pecking at the broken limbs started up, fluttering their wings and flying high, but they were frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
In the still world, in the pool of blood, the incomplete eyes slowly opened, revealing golden pupils.
Like a burning sun disk.
Countless beautiful and enchanting phantoms passed through the diffused blood, pure white flowers sprouted from the sweet mud, bloomed, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was everywhere.
The bone-white arm slowly lifted up from the pool of blood, holding the blazing triangle with its five incomplete fingers.
The flesh and blood that had been eaten away proliferated rapidly, and the broken bones were reassembled. Soon, complete arms and hands grew out, but the triangle seemed to be integrated into the bones and disappeared.
In the pool of blood, Ciel, who was reborn from death, stared into his eyes, staring at the gloomy face behind the huge shadow, and seemed to be smiling.
It's not intentional, nor is it an expression of emotion.
It's like it's instinctive.
That was the natural contempt and indifference that the monster at the top of the food chain would show when he looked down.
He stretched out his hand, gently.
It's like hitting a triangle.
The crisp sound echoed between heaven and earth.
But it evolved into a majestic movement that swept through all directions for seven days, pulling everything into violent turmoil.
Countless music theories sprout from that one finger, and they are inextricably linked, coming together, from the concentration of notes to the combination of intervals, to the construction of music theory, and the movement is embodied.
Until the end, the huge sky was completely covered by the music.
In the blink of an eye, a power that would stun countless musicians came together...
Super wide-area music theory setup!
What follows is the prelude to destruction.
In the continuous roaring noise, all the air, all the ether, and all the power were brutally extracted, turned into a torrent, and spread in all directions.
But in that sky, a vacuum fell!
Countless interferences of properties played at the same time, and the result of the layer-by-layer evolution was to completely repel everything. The terrifying changes in air pressure caused electric charge friction in the air, thunder and lightning burst out, and lightning was sent away, gathering into a viscous liquid. **, flowing wantonly in this vacuum, destroying everything within reach.
"1812 Overture"!
At that moment, all the survivors cheered and screamed, 1812 Overture!
The severed lineage of saints returns to the world.
It brought miracles to this battlefield.
No... a miracle!