fire.
The flames lit.
In the still lens world, the old musician stared blankly at the cold Guixu. The great fear came from nowhere and penetrated into his consciousness.
"-What's this?"
In the stagnant time, the sound seemed to be frozen in the air, but the sound of the friction of steel was like a sharp blade, cutting the frozen time into pieces.
Then, the Scythe of God's Wrath was slowly raised and pointed at the sky.
“Deus vult…”
Overwhelmed by the decisive power, the old musician whispered softly.
Flames ignited from the sickle.
The elements rotate, guiding the great power from the great source to descend, attaching to the sickle blade of nothingness, harvesting all poison, disaster, rebellion and injustice, and bringing down death and eternal sleep for all equals.
This is judgment.
This is the end.
This is what the gods want!
Irresistible destruction appeared in Ye Qingxuan's hands. As he moved forward step by step in the still time, the dark armor rubbed against the rock-like air until it burned red.
He is burning.
In the severe pain that was carved into his bones, Ye Qingxuan felt sober and relaxed as never before, as if he was born this way, as if his soul had finally been freed from the torture of the flames and soared in the sky.
One step, two steps, holding the Scythe of Wrath, Ye Qingxuan smashed the dust and solidified cracks blocking the road, leaving a pale trail wherever he passed. The trajectory was like a blade, going straight forward, piercing the white knight. .
boom! boom! boom! boom!
In the frozen time, the white knight's armor trembled and roared.
The stiff body was trembling slowly, breaking free from the shackles of time. The high authority erupted into flames, distorting the material realm and even making time retreat.
Bathed in the firelight that was like a natural enemy, he roared and neighed, like a spear of authority that cut through the material world, opened a scar, and stabbed straight out.
Countless music theories are entangled in this resonance, and the abyss is blessing it, creating a grand scene of eternal darkness behind the white knight.
A sudden burst of dark bells.
In the south, in the north, in the dark world, and even in the holy city... dozens of hidden dark ministers opened their eyes, responded to the call of the king of the earth, resonated, and threw their power into the phantom of the abyss. , making the shadow of eternal darkness more stable and real.
It was as if the distant future was revealed at this moment, setting the melody of destiny and entrusting everything to the authority of the King of the Earth.
At that moment, the Spear of Authority and the Scythe of Wrath collided.
Tit for tat.
Burn yourself, muster up all your strength, and move forward to kill decisively, completely crushing everything on the opponent and turning everything into nothingness.
At that moment, the Scythe of Wrath and the Spear of Royal Power collided thousands of times.
The scythe of nothingness is still burning, but the light on the spear of royal power dims and falls apart again and again, the elements break and there are cracks. But soon the fury of the natural disaster filled it, the spear tip broke, and what emerged from it was a mighty force that seemed to darken the world.
This is the element of the White Knight, which represents the future after all natural disasters and monsters take over the world, and represents the prosperous age of Great Source Darkness.
—The World of the Abyss·Eternal Darkness!
"Kneel down, you disobedient, and receive death!"
In the rising darkness, the white knight roared, just like the roar of heaven and earth: "You dusts should know how to be in awe! I am the Lord of the earth! I am the king of everything!"
"No, you're not."
There was only a hoarse voice that responded to him. Under the cracked visor, Ye Qingxuan raised his burning face and stared at him indifferently: "Everything about you is just stolen goods from usurpation, and you are just a It’s just an empty shell with a crown!”
boom!
The flaming sickle chopped down.
In the roar of countless electric lights, the melody of the Sun of Wrath of God played.
The element of eternal darkness burst apart, followed by the white knight's royal power, and then, the head of the war horse was cut off. The scythe slashed down, turned around, and swept across, tearing apart his armor, followed by his arms and his chest.
In the frozen time, there was only the fierce light of the sickle slashing.
Under divine punishment, of course everything will be lost.
And when that frozen moment passed, the ensuing loud roar resounded throughout Guixu, causing the ocean to tremble and the island to tremble, as if it was about to become silent.
And a forest of flames grew out from under the soil, and the burning light of the flames covered everything.
The grand scene of the abyss fell apart and burst into mourning.
In the burning fire, the white knight fell from the broken war horse, and tragic scars emerged from the body, criss-crossing, and almost disintegrated under the sickle.
The white flames in his pupils were dim, like candles in the wind.
Death comes.
In front of the white knight, the armor transformed by Long Might had reached its limit and quietly dissipated.
Ye Qingxuan's figure walked out of it, lowered his head, and looked down at the natural disaster at his feet.
"The end has come, 'Your Majesties,' and this day has been long overdue."
He declared softly, leaned over, and suddenly thrust his palm into the broken chest of the white knight. He tightened his grip, pulled an ethereal phantom out of the darkness, and held it high.
In the light of the flames, Ye Qingxuan grabbed the crowned figure by the throat, struggled endlessly, and silently roared something at him.
But Ye Qingxuan's face was still indifferent, and he just looked at him coldly:
"Sun King from Burgundy, you have been arrested for colluding with heretics. In the name of the gods and me, you will be given a fair trial."
Although he was clearly on the battlefield, he seemed to be in a trial court. Ye Qingxuan held a sickle in his hand and coldly declared: "You have been sentenced to be burned at the stake and will be executed immediately!"
"May the fire purify your soul."
boom!
Flames burst out from between his five fingers, engulfing the phantom of nothingness. After the flames were extinguished, of course nothing remained.
Only finely divided salt powder fell from the flames and dissipated in the air.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, stretched out his hand again, and pulled out the second lingering ghost: "Iron Moon Sage from the Caucasus, you were arrested for associating with the devil. In the name of the gods and me, I will give you a fair trial. —Burning at the stake, execution!”
"The Lord of the Golden Palace from Asgard... The Destined Sultan from Canaan... King Magatuo from Tianzhu... You are guilty of betrayal because of disrespecting the gods. In the name of the gods and me, I give you an end to equality. and redemption.—Burning at the stake!”
In the flames of God's wrath, the last remnants of the original kings disappeared without a trace.
In the end, only the white knight on the ground is left.
A... deformed empty shell.
He widened his dark eyes and stared at Ye Qingxuan with full of viciousness. He opened his mouth to scream, and stretched out his hands to scratch, as if he wanted to take back his treasure, but was cruelly stepped on the ground by a foot, kissing the soil.
Then, the sickle fell and caught his throat.
"White Knight from the Abyss, you have been found guilty of arrogance, blasphemy, heresy and depravity, and in the name of the gods and me, you are given final punishment and destruction."
Ye Qingxuan looked down at him, his eyes filled with bright electric light, and his hoarse voice echoed over Guixu.
"What awaits you and your eternal darkness will not be purgatory and despair, but eternal nothingness and death!"
"No!!!!!"
Amidst the screams of countless voices in the empty shell, the sickle was raised coldly, slit his throat, cut off his head, and completely separated the body and head of the future king of the earth.
Under the judgment of the Scythe of Wrath, the broken body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed, turning into dissipated salt. The falling head screamed and slowly shattered. In the end, only an empty and bloody skull remained.
Snapped!
The skull was crushed to pieces under the iron boots.
In the silence, amid the sounds of countless flames burning, the entire Guixu was silent, as if it had fallen into deathly silence.
The heresy and flames dissipated, and the Scythe of Wrath quietly shrank, turning into the staff of destiny again and returning to Ye Qingxuan's hand, no longer magical.
Ye Qingxuan propped up his crutches, raised his head, and looked around at the silent Guixu.
"Is this the end?"
He murmured softly, feeling extremely tired.
"No, not yet."
In the light of the torture rack, footsteps sounded from afar. The visitor took off his hat and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a complicated expression.
"Naberish?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him and sighed softly: "Are you here to avenge these things?"
"To be honest, even if you kill all the dark ministers, what does it have to do with me? I am a black musician, an evil and cunning black musician without any friendship! Such a noble word as revenge has no connection with me."
Naberis shrugged and spread his hands: "Besides, I don't want to be an enemy of a monster like you. Ye Qingxuan, relax, I'm here to say goodbye to you."
"bid farewell?"
"Yes, I'm leaving."
Naberis waved his hand: "The situation is about to change, Ye Qingxuan, everything is not as simple as you think. I have got what I should get. I don't want to stay on this chessboard anymore, so when the chessboard is overturned Now, you have to run away as soon as possible, after all, there is still a long child to raise at home. Goodbye, dear friend, I hope you take care of yourself, and I really hope to see you again somewhere in the future."
"The chessboard was overturned?" Ye Qingxuan frowned: "What do you mean?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Naberish smiled, put his hat back on, backed away slowly, and disappeared into the shadows.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan turned around suddenly.
See the glorious scepter rising into the sky among the ruins.
He froze.
—Schubert!
…
…
Ten minutes ago, there was turmoil in the ruins.
Dust and black snow fell from the sky.
Half of the city, which had been turned into ruins, was submerged in the fire, and half was trembling as if it was about to sink.
A loud sound of earth shattering came from the distance, and rubble fell from the wall and rolled to the nun's feet.
The old nun didn't realize it, she just lowered her head, closed her eyes, and prayed silently, as if she had turned into a statue.
Until a deep voice came from behind.
"Sister Teresa, are you okay?"
The old nun opened her eyes, turned around, and saw the phantom in red. She was silent for a long time and asked softly:
"The Holy See?"