In just a moment, a heavy rain came.
Those were not water droplets, but harpies that turned into charcoal in the lightning.
In the vacuum, all the blood of those demons had already come out of their broken bodies. After dehydration, they shriveled and shriveled, burning into balls in the light of lightning. In an instant, the entire battlefield was covered with carbonaceous objects.
That was the death of countless demons.
Just a prelude, just a prologue...
The clouds of the Iron Curtain collapsed, and the huge shadow also moved in front of the slowly rising figure on the battlefield.
The night was torn apart.
Because the sun is coming.
The crazy and terrifying ether fluctuations completely suppressed all noise.
As if shrouded in fierce light, Ciel is sitting on the throne of a god, so majestic that no one can look directly at him... not even the so-called King of the Sky!
The half-human, half-eagle old woman let out a shrill cry, spread her wings, and the entire sky was once again dyed dark.
The sky is its wings.
Under the shadow of wings is death.
After losing most of her offspring in an instant, the Calamity Eagle Wing Mother fell into a rage. Sensing the familiar and disgusting aura in "1812 Overture", she no longer hesitated and pounced on Ciel.
Unfortunately, this time, she was no longer facing a saint.
"Symphony No. 6 - Pathetique"!
As a result, the sad melody swept across and covered the entire sky.
The coldness contained in the deepest part of my heart is like running water, strolling gently and lightly, embracing everything in its arms, whispering about the world, about dreams, and about pain.
Soon, the sadness was surpassed and everything no longer mattered.
Great happiness has come.
In that embrace.
But what sounded between heaven and earth was a scream of extreme pain, like a cry.
Black rain fell from the sky like a waterfall.
Those are countless withered feathers.
The wings that were integrated with the sky were shattered together with the sky.
In the embrace of happiness, it was cruelly, without mercy or hesitation "disintegrated" and returned to nothingness.
That is "dissociation" above all else.
Where the sun-wheel-like scepter shines, and in the vast area covered by the movement, the terrifying ether fluctuations reveal their cold nature as the music theory transforms.
It was the essence that spanned the huge gap between the Forbidden School and the Transformation School, and merged the two schools with great power. The power contained in it at this moment even surpasses the realm of saints and is above natural disasters!
The night has left and the light has arrived.
But under the sunlight, all matter, all ether, and all tangible and intangible existences are disintegrating and falling apart, and can no longer remain intact.
Even if it is a natural disaster.
Even the Eagle Wing Mother.
Here comes a cold and cruel miracle.
In sorrow, it brings an end to all disasters.
Give all sorrow a peaceful sleep.
Give salvation to all despair.
Death saves everything.
Amidst the painful screams of all the previous actions, the wings of darkness struggled with the scorching sun, and the heaven and earth were in turmoil.
The earth tore apart, cracked open huge gaps, and canyons were born.
The wasteland stirs, falls, rises, and evolves into hills.
The sky shattered, revealing the darkness of the universe behind it, and the starlight swayed and shattered in the struggle of that huge force.
The hurricane swept across the sky and the earth, and the screams blended with the melody of the movement, just like the tragic song played by God when he destroyed the world.
"Char..."
Gaius stood on the city wall, raised his head with difficulty, held down his hair, and looked up at the light that was fighting against the darkness.
The guard rushed forward desperately, blocking the boulders and the knife-like wind for him, shouting hoarsely: "Lord Gaius, this is dangerous! Please leave quickly..."
But amidst the tugging, Gaius remained motionless, standing there like a nail, just staring feverishly at the scorching sun, even if his pupils were burned by the light.
Until finally, the final scream sounded, and the darkness was torn apart.
Thousands of rays of light descended on the earth again.
The sun shines brightly.
In the terrifying flames, half of Ciel's body was torn apart, and burning blood fell from the wound, but he was still majestic. In his hands, there was a natural disaster that had changed beyond recognition.
After losing his wings, the King of the Sky could no longer fly.
Half of the Eagle Wing Mother's body had been dissociated, leaving only the mutilated face and the last shriveled body. Ciel grabbed her by the throat and held her in his hand. She struggled hard, but was unable to break free from the palm that was like the incarnation of sanctions.
Ciel stared at its face, but his pupils were empty, and his empty sight seemed to penetrate its body and fall on the earth.
From the torn corners of his eyes, blood fell like tears.
"Mr. Gaius, does heaven not exist?" He whispered softly, as if asking a question.
Gaius was silent for a long time, then nodded.
"yes."
"So, everyone is unhappy?"
"That's right." Gaius lowered his eyes.
"This can be changed, right?"
"must."
He answered softly and decisively.
Then Ciel smiled.
"It would be great."
The hand of punishment slowly closed, crushing the bones, causing the Eagle Wing Mother to scream hoarsely and struggle like crazy.
As if she understood her own fate, the old woman's ugly face twisted into a ball, and she screamed crazily, speaking a vague human language in a hoarse and difficult manner.
"I will come back again," it said. "You cannot kill me."
"No."
Ciel shook his head, "I can."
In his palm, the flame ignited, like a living thing, piercing into her face, filling her body, taking control of her consciousness, extending into the distance, spreading far away.
In just an instant, the huge source sleeping in the desert and ruins was already awakened by those golden eyes.
At that moment, an overwhelming coldness emerged from the Eagle Wing Mother's consciousness. It was an emotion she had never felt since her birth. It was something that humans named "fear".
Ether, music theory, consciousness, life... everything was plundered and taken away!
The distorted face of the Eagle Wing Mother was stiff, unable to move, and even the power of her neighing was taken away. The last remaining body was quickly petrified and broken.
Until finally, between the closed palms, it turned into flying dust.
There is no trace of its existence anymore.
There is no such thing as a future anymore.
But in the sky, Ciel roared in pain.
The scorching sun moves**.
In that terrifying glow, he bent down and roared. On his back, a tragic scar suddenly appeared. The ether gathered and turned into slender bones that proliferated and grew, stretching painfully in the cold air.
Fierce light covered it, like flesh and skin, until finally, the flames were ignited and turned into crimson feathers.
Those are wings!
A solitary wing grew out from Ciel's back, and with just a wave, it seemed to cover the entire sky!
On the city wall, the surviving soldiers looked up at the terrifying light and collapsed on the ground. They raised their hands to block their eyes, not daring to look directly at the terrifying majesty.
After witnessing all the processes, the believers whose sanity was completely defeated wailed.
"Then what exactly...is it?"
"This is God."
Gaius looked up to the sky, spread his arms, and laughed wildly:
"—This is our human god!"
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When the cry of war is replaced by the loud noise of turmoil.
When the shrill screams suddenly stopped.
Everything returns to silence.
There was faint cheering in the distance.
Hidden deep in the basement beneath the palace, the girls have already left, and the singing and dancing are no longer there.
Only the king, exhausted from the joy, lay on the sofa, tasting the last of the wine and feeling drunk.
The door was pushed open.
Someone sat across from him.
The king raised his eyes sleepily and looked at him:
"Victory?"
"Well, we won."
So, he smiled, "From now on, it will be a new era, right? Gaius."
"kindness."
Gaius nodded.
The king looked at him with curiosity: "What kind of country will you build?"
"Yeah, what kind of country?"
Gaius took off his hat, revealing his mottled white hair and confused eyes: "I haven't thought about it yet. Your Majesty, do you have any suggestions?"
"ask me?"
The king laughed loudly: "How did I know? No country has ever appeared out of thin air without roots. If you want to create a new world, you can only use the old corpses to nurture it. Listen to these cheers, Gaius, listen Are you there? Your country is there."
Gaius was silent for a long time, then shook his head: "Your Majesty, those are the people you sacrificed yourself and gave up everything to save."
"Subjects?"
Hearing this word, the king's smile became weirder, as if full of ridicule: "Gaius, they are all monsters... Don't you understand? When I was a child, my father told me that the king's duty is to lead The people - before he died, he told me to fear them, imprison them, and make them fear you... Only in this way can you be a king and a living king. You must let them see your power and your Glory, your majesty, like a god, give them peace, food and work, so that they can tame, forget their minions, and obey your rule... If one day, you can't do all this, you are tired and have suffered. Wounded, fallen... Your people will feel the pain in the cold wind, they will be dissatisfied, they will unite, they will riot, they will turn into huge monsters, holding high the banner of the king's injustice, and kill you Devour. You know everything about this, right?"
Gaius said nothing.
"How could I give up everything to save them? I just chose to die before that."
The king drank the wine, and the liquor leaked from the corner of his mouth and sprinkled on his chest, like a fire burning, making his throat hoarse and his eyes crazy: "I have seen that day, the end for people like us - The nobles will be liquidated, the estates will be set on fire, and the old Caucasus will be buried in the revolutionary fire you brought... Vigorously, so good!"
"Then what?"
Gaius asked.
"Then?"
The drunken Majesty the King chuckled, "The means of production were redistributed, classes were re-established, and after a long time, a new country, no, a new monster was born... Just as you wished, isn't it?"
"Isn't that too much to say? Your Majesty."
Gaius seemed to have heard a joke and was amused by this drunken nonsense.
But the king didn't smile. Instead, he stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar, and pulled him in front of him. His eyes, which were red with alcohol, stared at him hard.
"Compared to what you have done to this world, what I said is so gentle and disgusting, isn't it?"
He whispered hoarsely, "You used your so-called freedom and democracy to overthrow the rule from ancient times, and you want to lead them forward with a glorious future and through the dark canyon... But the dark canyon is too long, and they can't wait long! They only give in to desire, they don’t even know how to protect themselves... "
"If no one has warned you, let me tell you - Gaius, you are playing with fire!"
"so what?"
Gaius's smile disappeared and became as cold as iron.
But the king laughed, holding his belly in his hands, overjoyed: "Look at you, Gaius! You are already crazy, but you still think you are sane... You are fascinated by the so-called future, but you see Don’t know the price of leading to the future! Haven’t everything you have encountered so far taught you enough lessons? Your revolution is the most terrifying thing in the world! You have released it from the cage and want to free it. Unlock the shackles of religion and let it spread its poison in this world! You promised them things they didn't deserve, let them run their own country, and gave them false hope that seemed to be just around the corner... Maybe you are so It is the right thing to do, but this is a sick world, and no right things should exist! One day, your revolution will lose control, and your army and your country will become A deformed child. No matter whether it can swallow this world or not, one day it will destroy itself due to endless demands!"
The king laughed wildly.
That crazy laughter was so harsh, like the cold mockery of the world in his body.
Filled with joy, he raised his head and drank the last of the wine.
Then, the final darkness rose from before his eyes, embracing him, welcoming him, and accompanying him to death.
At the last moment, he spit out the foul-smelling black blood, looked at Gaius, smiled happily, and said goodbye softly:
"Gaius, I will see the day, in hell..."
Everything returned to silence.
Gaius sat on the chair, looking at his ugly face that was ferocious due to the poison, as if waiting for something.
But a long time passed.
His Majesty said no more words.
he died.
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The basement door was closed.
"Seal it."
Gaius said to the craftsman: "After all, he is the king, so let his palace be his coffin."
The craftsman bowed his head and promised.
He put on his hat and climbed the steps back to the vast courtyard above ground.
On the bench, Wolf Flute, who was smoking, raised his eyes: "What did our King say in the end? You don't seem very happy."
"It's just drunken nonsense."
Gaius replied coolly, "Where is your work? Is it done?"
On the bench, Wolf Flute whistled and spread his hands: "Don't worry, after witnessing Ciel's power, those old priests have gone crazy. Soon, the Sophia monk in charge of the Caucasus Order will bow down to him. Your feet endorse the miracles that have happened today. And you re-advocate the orthodoxy that was abandoned by the Holy City Religion, and you also shout that divinity and humanity are not opposites, but communion... I can't quite hear the words of the magicians. Understood. Anyway, they promised to break away from the Holy City and unite the monks in the Near East to establish a new sect. Soon, a sect that suits your wishes will serve you and shepherd the believers. However, out of respect for the rulers out of awe, they want to ask you what would be a better name for the new church.”
Gaius thought for a moment and quickly answered:
"Since they advocate orthodoxy, let's call them Orthodox."
“Do your will.”
Wolf Flute saluted exaggeratedly, took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and stamped it out. When he was about to turn around and leave, he paused for a moment, turned around and asked:
"Ah, by the way, I have another question. About Ciel."
"Um?"
Gaius looked over and saw Wolf Flute's playful expression.
He looked at Gaius and asked curiously: "You personally held him up on the altar. If one day, he wants to come down from the altar, what are you going to do?"
Gaius said nothing.
Wolf Flute was answered.
Turned and left.
And in the sky, endless wind and snow fell again, sweeping across the wastelands and cities, swallowing up everything, covering the country's old corpses.
Under the frozen soil, some seeds are sprouting.