The old musician held down his hair.
Gray hair fluttered in the hot foene wind.
The sound of steel colliding came from all directions. The huge steels collided with each other under the push of the mechanism, making loud roars. Sparks shot out, and inhuman power gathered towards the center.
The black clouds shook in the roar, like a forged iron curtain, and the sky shook, scattering countless dust like ashes. The originally pure white tower was coated with a layer of pitch black.
The pungent smell of sulfur filled the wind, making it seem to have solidified, pushing up from below like a wall, making it difficult to stand firm. We are obviously on top of a tall tower, but in this hot and gloomy world, we can still hear the sound of the tide.
It was like a river surging from all directions, the rapids colliding, and the sound of splashing water overlapping in one place, creating layers of shocking low roars.
They were mixed in with the loud roar of steel, so noisy and comforting, as if water moistened the thirsty throat, and the hot life could be saved.
Only when you stand on the edge of the tower and peer down can you feel the true despair.
As far as the eye can see, in all directions, rivers are rushing through countless dug riverbeds, but the color of the river is crimson, surging with a blood-like color, exuding the light from purgatory.
That's flame.
A river of red flames surged under the dark sky, burning the Iron Curtain sky red.
The lava brought fire and the power of purgatory, driving countless huge and jaw-dropping mechanical operations, driving those sharp-edged mechanisms to cut the air, and emit a roaring roar.
"It's like hell..."
The old musician murmured softly, looked away, and stopped looking.
The sound of hurried footsteps was heard on the steel ladder behind him. The panting middle-aged man climbed up the tower, walked behind the old musician, presented the documents, and reported in a low voice:
"Sir, news from the Western Front."
The old musician lowered his head and read the urgent report of spring coming to the sea fortress. However, he was not as angry and embarrassed as the elders, but laughed softly.
"You are a young man after all. No matter how cautious you say, you always have pride in your heart."
He seemed to be able to see Rommel's gloomy face, but he just threw the document into the wind. The pale paper shattered in the wind, fell with the dust, and disappeared.
The middle-aged officer pretended not to hear anything and just lowered his head: "The elders will ask for your opinion."
"I don't have any opinion. I don't doubt those who trust me, but I don't trust those who employ me. I believe that His Majesty sees it this way." The old musician put his hands in his sleeves, seemingly helpless: "There are some things that no matter how many times you say them or how you order them, you will never experience them yourself." If you don't suffer a little, it will always be useless. Our opponent is the Prince of Avalon, that kind of inhuman monster. There is no shame in suffering a little loss, and there is no need to think of any way to point fingers. Since we say we should trust young people People, then leave victory or defeat to them.”
The middle-aged officer was silent for a moment, and then asked in a low voice what a certain elder asked him to bring:
"Do you think you will lose?"
The old musician was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"Even the Senate is afraid in their hearts? Afraid that the world will abandon them... Sorry, I am not a witch, nor am I good at divination. This is not something I can control. I can only be sure of one thing."
The old musician glanced at him and said calmly: "If fate is not on our side, then Asgardians don't believe in fate. It's that simple."
The officer was silent for a long time, took three steps back, turned and left.
The old musician stood quietly between the heaven and earth like purgatory. After an unknown period of time, silence suddenly came and countless roars quietly dissipated.
The whole world seemed to have lost its voice, and only the turbid breathing echoed in my ears.
In the shadows, a rickety figure quietly emerged. He raised his head, revealing the wrinkles on his face. He had thick lenses on his abrupt aquiline nose, his face was covered with dust, and his voice sounded like iron scraping:
"Sir, Odin's divinity has successfully moved into the World Tree and is waiting for your orders at any time."
"Then let's get started."
The old musician turned back and smiled: "Young people are always impetuous. Sometimes they make mistakes. The old people have to be considerate and help when they can."
The rickety figure lowered its head deeply and disappeared into the shadows.
Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden darkness between heaven and earth.
Under the Iron Curtain and the sky, the river of flames that gathered from all directions seemed to have turned into a candle in the wind, its light flickering on and off. It was as if an invisible monster opened its mouth and swallowed the light and heat from purgatory.
The tower shook violently.
Starting from the bottom of the tower to the four hubs, the nine hot seas, thirty-six rivers of lava are rapidly losing their light, becoming cold, condensing, and collapsing.
The light that burned the iron curtain sky dissipated, and in the darkness, in the deepest part of the tower, a pair of eyes slowly opened.
Immediately afterwards, countless thunders roared.
The electric light spurted out from under the base of the tower and swept upwards. It was like a torrent wherever it passed, washing away the gray-black dust, peeling off the rust and copper stains, returning the silent tower to its original pure white color. Then, Shine brightly.
That's the alchemy matrix roaring into action.
I don't know how many alchemists gathered together, spent a lifetime of hard work, and exhausted how many veins of lapis lazuli ore before they were able to create such a huge alchemical matrix.
Like a reflection of the huge world, the complex alchemical matrix unfolds layer by layer, lights up, and runs in the core of the tower, glowing with a radiance that can ignite everything.
There are no stars, but there are countless complicated branches moving like the stars in the sky.
There is no sunshine, but it seems that there is a scorching sun running between the dark sky and earth, tearing apart all the darkness.
Outflow, creation, formation, and activity, the four major levels lighted up from silence. However, after the complete matrix was formed, the operation did not stop, but evolved towards the inhuman realm.
Until the end, the nine kingdoms were divided, but they were connected to each other under the surging divinity, forming a body that allowed the huge divinity to operate perfectly.
This is the "World Tree".
After evacuating hundreds of volcanoes, it was enough to destroy natural disasters and crush the world's weapons of war with one blow.
"The marrow is moving."
"Artificial godhead activated."
"The nine worlds are operating in balance, divinity is condensed, and Odin's projection is completed."
As the sounds in his ears continued to ring, the old musician closed his eyes at the top of the tower. In his arms, on a wedge-shaped clay plate full of cracks, countless notes shone dimly.
Amidst the complex melody, the glow of the stars slowly rose from his body, intertwined in the sky, and revealed the trace of the scepter.
At the top of the scepter, the sky covered by clouds suddenly moved, and a ring of nothingness slowly opened.
In an instant, the thin and huge lens was unfolded and riveted into the sky, turning into a blurry and perfect circle.
The light from the distance is refracted and projected on the lens. Through the naked eye, what we see is no longer the steel-like clouds, but the night sky that we have not seen for a long time.
The old musician opened his eyes, his eyes shining with divine light, staring at the night sky.
So, in the night sky, the stars shone, the invisible giant wheel was pushed, and countless stars rotated rapidly. The speed was so terrifying that the stars dragged out tracks in the night.
In the end, the trajectories of countless stars overlapped and turned into a complex and grand concentric circle.
"Star track lock."
The old musician opened his hands, as if he had grasped the movement of the starry sky, and his hoarse voice echoed between heaven and earth, "The movement of the etheric sea beacon has been completed."
"The fire cellar matrix is activated, and the performance of Dora's movement begins..."
The sky and the earth shook, and the dark clouds above the Iron Curtain in the sky moved and cracked open tragic gaps.
But behind the gap, what spewed out was fierce light.
The fierce light is like a knife, crisscrossing between the sky and the earth.
The strong wind gathered, guarding the White Tower, echoing the low melody, gathering among countless notes, setting off roars and roars.
The next moment, countless dust particles rose into the sky, fleeing in all directions in fear.
The cold world erupted with a loud roar of steel collision.
In the hands of the old musician, the thunder and lightning from all over the world gathered together, and the ethereal thunder and lightning condensed into substance at this moment, crystal clear as crystal, and turned into the shape of a spear.
But through the spear, it seemed that one could glimpse the movement of the magnificent starry sky. It was so real, and the whole world reflected was so nihilistic, as misty as a bubble.
Just one poke and disillusionment will be shattered...
This is the fruit of extinction forged by humans, the forbidden power usurped from the hands of gods.
— "Gangnir"!
"Evening is coming, here is destruction."
The old musician held the spear of thunder and lightning in his hand, raised his arm and pointed at the solid star trails in the night sky, "With this, I will play an elegy for you."
The next moment, the light of thunder soared into the sky.
Star trails break.
It was as if the fate represented by the stars had been pierced and torn apart by the spear of lightning. The iron curtain-like clouds were ignited, and the flames burned in the sky, spreading in all directions, leaving scorch marks in the night sky. .
And in the center of the sky, a terrifying gap has opened.
In just an instant, Gangnir ignited the sky, and the terrifying thunder light gathered into a beam, carving a hollow in the sea of ether.
Onward, onward, onward.
The lightning surged and carved straight traces in the night sky, thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.
Passed through lava rivers, desert sand, tens of thousands of ocean tides, and violent storms.
Wherever it passed, the heaven and earth roared, the torrent of lava was cut off, the rolling yellow sand melted into glass, the waves collapsed, the strong winds dissipated, and the heavy rain evaporated...
At that moment, in the noisy throne room, Mary, who was sleeping lightly, woke up from her dream and opened her eyes suddenly.
Her gaze penetrated the palace ceiling and stared at the ignited sky.
The thunder of destruction fell from the sky!