The world collapsed.
It was as if the Iron Curtain and the sky were falling downwards. In the indescribable sense of suffocation, every part of the body was filled with intense pain and indescribable feelings.
Even divinity cannot be immune to such drastic changes.
With Odin's vitality, even though he would not be killed by this earth-shattering power, he could not escape the fate of being sealed immediately afterwards.
It can be expected that if he is at a disadvantage, the Red King will never let go of this opportunity. For this thorn in his side, the Holy City must have prepared a place for him in the Mithril Vault.
Either they will be crushed to death, or they will be imprisoned forever and never see the light of day again.
"Actually, I think you made a mistake..."
Paganini let go of the wheel of balance, letting it fall from his hand, and laughed at himself: "Your enemy has never been me from the beginning to the end... But now it seems that the revival of the abyss is doomed to fail, 'Eternal Darkness' This era is not allowed by this world. Maybe all of this was just in your calculations from beginning to end?"
He paused, looked away, and looked into the void:
"I lost."
Even the Red King was stunned at that moment.
Paganini actually admitted defeat.
But soon, his eyes were cast into the void where nothing existed - Paganini gave in, but the person he gave in to was not himself.
A responding voice sounded.
A blurry projection appeared in front of Paganini.
"I've said it before, Paganini - those big heads are destined to fail, no matter how hard they try. This world no longer needs an abyss."
The old man thousands of miles away looked at Paganini and pointed at his heart: "Because there is a more terrifying place here than the abyss."
Facing this thin and old man, Paganini stretched out his hand and stabbed it into his chest, cutting open his music theory and scepter, revealing the deep darkness inside.
He stretched out his hand, and a large bowl that looked like it was carved from a skull bulged out from the darkness in his chest.
The large bowl is filled with deep darkness, and the darkness ripples like water in it, like a crack leading to another world, with countless phantoms looming from it.
In the darkness, there seemed to be countless people wailing and screaming, and the whole world was sinking.
The big bowl held in his hand seemed to support the entire world. Even Odin's body could not support the huge weight.
Just its appearance caused the heaven and earth to change color, and the entire world was rendered into a layer of irreversible darkness. The light of the stars and the moon disappeared, and even the power of the three kings was faintly shaken by the erosion of darkness.
The Red King's expression suddenly changed, he stretched out his hand, and the music that gathered the power of the three kings played, launching a fierce attack regardless of all odds.
But Paganini didn't care. Instead, he bowed his head respectfully thinking about the empty projection in front of him, and offered the big bowl in his hand devoutly.
"Then, Lord Gaius, as agreed, I offer you the 'Abyss'."
He smiled and raised his head:
"-Please redeem me."
Gaius smiled, and the void projection stretched out his hand, pressed it on Paganini's forehead, and declared softly: "Then, in the name of the Eastern Orthodox Holy Church, I declare, Paganini, you can be saved. "
At that moment, thousands of miles away, on the land of the Caucasus, countless church bells roared.
Priests from all the Orthodox churches gathered in front of the altar, singing hymns loudly and praising the gods in the sky.
On the altar, the projection of the sacred crown of thorns became more and more concentrated, drawing out the power of the entire Orthodox Church, and its light shone brighter and brighter.
When the hymn reached its peak, the vast power gathered into one place and arrived across thousands of miles. The crown of thorns broke through the void, crossed thousands of miles out of thin air, and fell into the hands of Gaius's projection.
It was the holy crown that the first pope had crowned. It was an artifact that had been lost in the long history, but it appeared again in Gaius' hands at this moment!
"Gaius!"
The Red King's eyes widened, and sixteen furious voices sounded from his throat: "How dare you do this!"
"That's exactly how it should be."
Gaius chuckled, raised the crown high, and placed it on Paganini's head.
At that moment, hundreds of temporarily catalyzed bishops in the Orthodox Church vomited blood at the same time and let out shrill screams. Dark blood flowed out of their seven orifices. They were infected by the abyss breath in Paganini's body and turned into ashes during spontaneous combustion. Fetid ashes.
But in Paganini's body, the darkness that was so thick that it was difficult to see quickly seeped out. Under the purification and redemption of the sacred crown, Paganini could no longer maintain a smile, his face was ashen, and he let out a A hoarse scream. He twitched and roared, as if enduring the torture of purgatory, but as countless darkness seeped out of his body, pure light emerged from his chest again.
The weird aura disappeared without a trace, replaced by a sacred and solemn light.
The thing wrapped around the crown seemed to have pierced his flesh and blood, growing in place with his bones, becoming an inescapable shackles and an inescapable bondage.
At the same time, it also continuously purified the abyss music theory in his body and redeemed him as an apostle of God again.
Saint Paganini!
No, after swallowing half of Odin's divinity and the entire power of the Abyss Sage, he has been eternally sublimated at this moment.
—Angel Paganini!
"Such an amazing grace! It seems that the non-existent god has not abandoned me!"
The illusory and huge wings of light slowly opened. Paganini raised his head, laughed loudly, glanced at the livid-faced Red King, and bowed to Gaius.
"From now on, you are the head of the Orthodox Church, my Patriarch, and the Orthodox Pope."
Gaius looked down at him: "You will protect the true history and future of mankind, correct this distorted world, and restore everything to its original appearance."
Paganini nodded and stood up slowly, "Then let me bring you the Wheel of Balance."
"unnecessary."
Gaius raised his head and looked up at the gradually collapsing sky, and his smile turned mocking: "Just watch, Paganini, it's not time for you to take action yet."
Before he finished speaking, the balance wheel seemed to sense something, spinning crazily and roaring.
The collapsed realm caused by "Walstein" suddenly burst apart.
But contrary to everyone's expectations, it was not Paganini who took action.
But the sky is filled with stars.
Shake the sky pillar and let the stars fall.
The sky shook and the earth's crust wailed, as if the pillars supporting the sky and the earth were cut off. Countless stars fell one after another, and stars all over the sky emerged from behind the cracked sky.
The sharp starlight gathered and turned into the Big Dipper, shrouding the wheel of balance.
The long-awaited Shaking Light Sword Chapter exploded instantly, and countless phantoms loomed around it. A shadow that looked like a man and a sword emerged from Beidou, controlling the murderous intent in the sky from a distance, and forcibly tore apart the collapsed space, as if it was about to collapse. The dilapidated house was forcibly cut apart, and then, the stars blazed brightly and turned into giant pillars, holding up the heaven and the earth again.
Everyone was stunned.
Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes in shock.
Yuan family
Is the old man crazy? Are you planning to give up the original position of neutrality and independent existence of Cathay and challenge the Three Kings for Paganini
No, you can’t shake it no matter how much you think about it, right
Although the music theory of the nine surnames of Longmai depends on the bloodline and the empire, it is not subordinate to the three kings, nor is it controlled by the sacred cauldron. However, the Six Imperial Guards have always been classified as being on the same level as the Saints in the musician's perception. It is impossible for one person to do it better than the Red King who has the power of the three kings combined into one body.
What was he thinking about
Soon, Ye Qingxuan's confusion was answered.
Because the material world is roaring, it seems that something huge is slowly descending from the etheric world, casting its own shadow onto the material world.
city…
It was a city so gorgeous that it seemed like it only existed in dreams!
The city is so far away, as if it is covered by layers of clouds and mist. Only the most glorious corner can be glimpsed in the fleeting changes, but this corner is so prosperous that it is suffocating.
The jade buildings, pavilions and pavilions seem to be made of white jade and pearls, decorating all the beauty in the world.
But it was too shaky.
But in comparison, the many walls of the city in the sky extend out from the illusion, as if they are very close at hand, towering and cold.
It was a majestic city wall that separated the world from the sky. It was so huge that it was surprising, and it was incredibly steep. On top of the parapet, countless beacon towers burned with vast flames, illuminating the dark night.
Each ray of light is an introverted and deep etheric fluctuation, as if countless invisible musicians are patrolling it, guarding the city in the sky.
That's the Great Wall!
The miracles created by the nine surnames of Dragon Vein over hundreds of years separated the entire East and West, and were a "man-made natural disaster" that enveloped the entire land of Cathay.
With nine artifacts in the center and unified control, it is composed of countless musicians' music theories and scepters, turning it into a terrifying defense.
Immediately afterwards, a brilliant movement unfolded from the sky, the bells and chimes sounded low, and the melody was played majestically. The gate on the huge city wall was opened, and the ether that gathered into a real torrent spurted out from it, like a vast Milky Way.
Through the open city gate, it seems that you can get a glimpse of the city in the sky.
It is an illusory creation, a legend that only exists in imagination.
Gorgeous red carpets are spread on the ground, and thousands of cavalry are guarding them. Incense is burned in huge copper furnaces, and the aroma spreads like clouds. Gods and gods walk among them, looking gorgeous.
Twelve heavy towers stand in the palace. Above the main hall, there is a faint old emperor with a crown on his head and strange eyes looking down.
But soon, everything was hidden in the clouds again.
Only huge ether fluctuations flew out from the city gate one after another, spanning thousands of miles out of thin air, and appeared in the sky above Guixu. They absorbed massive amounts of ether, and soon, they once again outlined the form of the incarnation.
First there was a middle-aged man with purple beard and green eyes, followed by an old woman with white hair and a locust stick, and then a tall-crowned man with a vague face.
No one expected that Cathay, which had never had any interest in the outside world, would almost come out in force. Four of the former Six Imperial Guards would come!
Under the blessing of the Great Wall, the ether fluctuations on the four musicians increased steadily, and they merged into the projection of the city in the sky without any gaps. Under the blessing of endless power, the ether fluctuations increased steadily, and they completely entered Entering the inhuman realm!
This is a secret that only spreads among the six emperors. Borrowing the projection of the city in the sky, it is a terrifying blessing that can transform a person into a natural disaster in an instant.
—Ascension!