The moment the Eden projection appeared, Paganini took out the broken stone plate from his arms and held it high.
—The wheel of balance!
At that moment, the torrent of ether spurted out from it, setting off the elements and interweaving into the shadow of a huge wheel. As the shadow rotated, the barrier between the etheric world and the material world suddenly broke, and the recognition of higher dimensions and human beings The cognitive dimensions overlap again.
In an instant, endless power spurted out from the depths of the etheric realm, crushing all Asgard's defenses. Even the Golden Palace barrier dissipated under this devastating power before it could react.
The realm of Eden descends from heaven to earth.
During the majestic hymn, Ciel endured the severe pain in his body and screamed upwards. The bones on his back suddenly grew, and a lonely wing spread out from his back, covering the world.
Covered by the brilliant wings of light, it crushed all etheric fluctuations. All the Asgardian musicians who were preparing to play trembled violently, vomited blood, and turned pale.
Under the coverage of the wings of natural disaster, all ether fluctuations were forcibly smoothed out.
This was a one-sided shackles, and with the blessing of Eden, all the Asgardian musicians exploded with power far beyond their previous strength. In an instant, they tore apart the outer defense of the Golden Palace and eroded inwards.
"Move quickly! Don't worry about anything else!"
Paganini supported the huge consumption of the balance wheel and repeatedly urged: "Don't give the Holy City any time to react, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, beside him, a Caucasian musician suddenly turned around, and the prepared changing movement was pushed towards Paganini. The fire and wind swept away, and the terrifying destructive power broke out in an instant.
No one expected that their companions would rebel and kill Paganini.
Except Paganini.
The fire and hurricane dissipated in an instant, and the rebellious musician was already in Paganini's hands, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
"It's three hundred and ten years too early to use this trick against me."
Paganini sneered, recalling the experience and lessons he learned when he betrayed the Holy City 310 years ago, and looked down: "Are you right? Your Excellency Chopin..."
No one responded.
At some point, there was already a full moon hanging high in the dark sky. Under the moonlight, everyone's expressions became shocked.
Chopin…
"Keep your mind tight, don't give him any gaps to take advantage of." Paganini ordered coldly: "Abandon the Golden Palace and find Chopin first, otherwise our operation will not be carried out at all!"
Saint Chopin.
The youngest of the saints who have ever lived, and also a member of the most deviant doomsday faction in the Holy City, he has been arguing all day long that the Day of Destruction is coming, God's judgment and relief are coming, and the world will be buried in fire. He doesn't look serious and is looked down upon by everyone, even if he never shows it to his face.
Chopin knew this very well, and he even knew exactly what those guys were thinking.
It is precisely because of the power represented by the bright moon hanging high in the sky at this moment.
The legacy of the saint Chopin.
—"Moonlight Song"!
If the scorching sun is used as a metaphor for the drastic changes in matter, then in any sect and academy, the moon phases represent the source of consciousness and soul.
If the sun is life, then the moon represents the void soul.
Using Moonlight as his inheritance, Chopin mastered the dark side of the cult that has existed for hundreds of years—the school of psychology that controls the mind and consciousness.
Among all the saints, with frontal combat capabilities, almost all of them can defeat him with one hand - of course, this is also related to the contemporary Chopin himself who is too lazy to spend time on other schools of thought - but if the goal is not to defeat the enemy head-on If so, then no one can beat Chopin.
The crucial reason for the Hundred Years' War between Burgundy and Anglaise that just ended was that Chopin arrived at the border where the two sides were fighting. Under the moonlight song, both sides lost all fighting spirit. If it were not for the efforts of the musicians on both sides to maintain it, everyone would probably All must be completely brainwashed by the canon and become members of the doomsday faction of the sect.
In fact, almost all the members of this generation of doomsday sects came from this way...
If it weren't for his attainments in the school of psychology, he wouldn't have been sent to Guixu as a "fuse" because the cult wanted to ensure Schubert's "sacrifice".
Unfortunately, in the end, Schubert chose sacrifice and redemption based on his own will, and never resisted his own mission, nor did he put him to use.
His appearance here at this moment is undoubtedly a preparatory measure taken by the religious group in advance. He is not required to defeat the enemy, as long as he can delay time, it is enough.
In just a few seconds, several musicians could not control themselves, and were controlled by the penetration of the moonlight song.
Fortunately, Paganini also knew very well about this. The two of them were in the open and the other in the dark. At this moment, the consciousness of all the musicians present was used as a chessboard to fight against each other in the air.
Everyone felt that their moods alternated between sadness and joy, and it was difficult to control themselves.
Soon, Paganini looked at the chaotic city below: "He is hiding below, find him!"
Looking at the brightly lit city below, with almost millions of people, trying to find Chopin... is simply impossible.
Paganini sneered softly, seeming to have found a solution.
As if he guessed his thoughts, Chopin's helpless voice sounded.
"With me here, your raid is completely meaningless. Why not get out of here before the cult can react? That way you'll be fine, and I'll be relaxed here... It's good for everyone."
"You are joking?"
Paganini asked: "If you really feel pity, why not remove the moonlight? It is also a good thing for those who have nothing to do with it."
"Why are you so cruel?" Chopin sighed bitterly, "You...don't you even have a little bit of mercy?"
"You forced me."
Paganini was unwavering, "You use them as your shield, why do you expect them not to fulfill their mission?"
As he spoke, he looked at Ciel.
Charles looked at the chaotic crowd below. There were millions of people in the whole city, and his hair suddenly went numb. Finding Chopin among them was like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But in desperation, he could only reach out and press into the void.
Soon, following Ciel's movements, a soft melody sounded, and wherever the gentle singing voice passed by, the crowds on the street fell asleep one after another.
But soon, the gentle singing was interrupted by tragic screams.
Flames rose from the ground, engulfing an urban area and the sleeping civilians.
Charles raised his head in astonishment and looked at the musicians beside him. Those musicians were indifferently playing the changing movements they could master and throwing them towards the city below.
Soon, roars sounded one after another, and the fire engulfed one block after another. The tragic cries and screams rose from the ground, trembled in the fire together with the dust, and finally disappeared into the fire.
Paganini stared coldly at the rising flames of destruction below without any wavering.
"What are you doing!"
Ciel stared at him angrily, "Are you crazy! They are all civilians!"
Paganini stopped him with a cold expression, "Hypnosis is too slow, and it is easy for Chopin to fish in troubled waters. Charles, don't waste time. The outcome of the war depends on our mission. If we fail, how many people will be killed?" Hundreds of thousands, millions of people died in the war, as you can see..."
Ciel stared at him blankly, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.
His pupils were ignited by the fire and destruction on the ground, burning red.
Like an illusion, those long-lost whines sounded again, but this time it was not an illusion, but real reality, happening right in front of him.
Countless people are dying.
He saw again, those wailing souls emerging from the ashes, riding the wind and smoke, rising from the ground into the sky, and disappearing in the glow of Eden.
It's like ascending to heaven.
He pressed his forehead hard, enduring the severe pain caused by the hallucination, and roared.
"Come out, Chopin!"
Ciel roared towards the city below: "Get out!"
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, Son of God, I don't want to die yet." Chopin responded with a sigh, "Although the day of destruction is right around the corner, I still think... it's better to die later."
Although they are both psychic musicians, compared with the unparalleled Ye Lanzhou back then, the two of them are almost at opposite ends of the spectrum. Chopin never concealed his humility and rickets.
"This is my mission, just like you have your own mission." Chopin said lightly: "We have no choice."
At that moment, Chopin's figure emerged in a ruined neighborhood.
In an instant, it was locked.
Ciel clenched his five fingers, his face expressionless, and the elements of Eden were activated, delivering punishment.
Facing the light that was enough to burn him to death, Chopin breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the black ashes from his face, and sat down on the ground.
boom!
A roaring sound erupted, which was the sound of the turbulent backflow of the ether sea.
Above Paganini's head, the projection of the wheel of balance suddenly stopped, and the overlap between the etheric world and the material world began to shrink rapidly, making Eden sway and find it difficult to continue...
In an instant, all communication between the material world and the etheric world was completely blocked.
Except Shire.
In other words, once you move a few meters away from Ciel, you will be knocked down to the level of a formal musician.
Facing the sudden blockade, the wings of light covering the entire sky still spread out, withstanding the pressure without wavering.
He looked in the direction of the Golden Palace.
A blazing light rose into the sky from the Golden Palace and shrouded their heads, outlining the shadow of a wheel of balance, but it was completely different from the direction in which they were rotating.
The three-minute interval was enough for Asgard to activate the order's balance wheel, completely separating the etheric world from the material world.
After the invaders lost the power of high-level dimensions, they no longer had any threat to the Golden Palace.
Along with the blockade of the Wheel of Balance, fiery ether fluctuations emerged from the void one after another, and the scepter emerged, outlining the shadow of the saint.
As the giant wind tunnel of the Golden Palace opened, projections of saints came one after another.
Liszt, Mendelssohn, Brahms, Schumann, Tchaikovsky... plus Chopin who revealed his true identity. The six saints descended here, and their superpower, which was enough to overthrow any country, locked onto the Shire's location.
With a gloomy expression, Paganini used the Wheel of Balance to once again open a crack in the blockade.
"Come on, Ciel," he said. "Mission failed."
The Holy City was... found.
Surprisingly, in such a short period of time, so many musicians who can pass on the power of the saints were found.
I can only say that it really deserves to be a holy city? However, in such a glorious lineup, I wonder how many people are puppets and how many are expendable
Thinking that he was actually blocked by a group of consumables, he couldn't suppress the rage in his heart. He gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat.
"No."
Ciel didn't move, just looked at his enemies coldly.
He took a deep breath and endured the boiling pain in his body. Instead of leaving along the crack, he pulled out a strange specimen from the Eden behind the crack.
Just like frozen flowers, withered sunflowers are solidified in amber, maintaining their former beauty and brightness, as if they are still alive after hundreds of years.
Facing everyone's astonished looks, he raised the specimen amber in front of his eyes.
"I'm alive."
He murmured softly, "So—not yet!"
At that moment, the lighthouse musician observing the battlefield in the Golden Palace suddenly changed his expression.
"Stop him quickly!"
The apocalyptic musician gazed at the specimen reflected in the lighthouse observation and glimpsed its essence: "That's... Shadow Kwai!"
In the next moment, everyone's expressions suddenly changed. Regardless of their dignity or demeanor, or even their own physical endurance, they launched a siege towards Ciel.
It is not difficult to find information and information about Ciel. It is even said that the information about him in the first half of his life is almost commercially available, making it easy to investigate. Even where he liked to eat overlord meals when he was in the academy, and where he was caught and beaten. You can find it wherever you go naked on a moonlit night while drunk.
Of course they will not forget the most important point in the information:
—This guy has the ability to directly absorb and devour the body of natural disasters through appearances!
Just like when the natural disaster that hit the Caucasus and the tragic death of the Eagle's Nest Mother...
At this moment, amber fell apart between Ciel's fingers.
It was as if the essence passed away, and all the power was sucked away, swallowed, turned into material, and merged into Ciel's blood. As a result, the sunflowers that had been blooming for thousands of years just withered and disappeared into Ciel's hands.
At that moment, Ciel roared and screamed in pain.
In the earth-shattering waves, the light engulfed him, and countless destructive movements drowned him, but it could not cover up the thunderous rhythm in the core.
That's the sound of a heartbeat.
The invisible heart is beating painfully, absorbing the sudden elements and power, smelting music theory, swallowing the ether, and turning it... into wings!
Then, with the crisp sound of bone growth, Ciel roared in pain.
Everyone saw it in the dissipating light and smoke.
On his back, next to the natural disaster wings representing the Eagle Wing Mother, a skeleton of wings broke out, like flesh and blood multiplying on it, like vines growing, and in the end, it was erratic and distant like a shadow. Feather covering.
The wings were so far away, as if they didn't exist at this moment.
With the flapping of the wings, the petals of the once-shadowed sunflower withered from it and dissipated in the wind.
A force that was enough to destroy a city acted on Charles' body, but not even a single hair on his body was harmed. Because he was far away from the real world, it was extremely difficult for anything in the world to touch him.
"Now… "
Ciel stared at his enemies and whispered softly:
"It's my turn."