Ye Qingxuan searched all the information in his mind, but he had never seen the names of these four people.
The inexplicable appearance of four more saints made Ye Qingxuan feel uneasy. Since when did it become easier to create saints than to give birth to children
What made him even more uneasy was whether Ciel could withstand the Golden Palace.
In fact, Angelo and Caucasus have not formed an alliance until now. The tacit cooperation between the two parties is only because he and Ciel are familiar with each other.
He wished that Caucasus and Gaius would die early and be reborn.
But he never wanted to pay the price including Ciel's life.
Fortunately, a guy as cunning as Charles would definitely take the lead and run away if he couldn't defeat him, and he wouldn't stay and fight for his life.
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The sky shattered.
The Iron Dome falls apart.
The divine light of Eden radiated throughout the Golden Palace.
The steel palace was burned red under the scorching sun's flames. Compared with the sky that seemed to have fallen into a foreign land, the earth was so far away and so small, as fragile as the thin shell of an egg.
Countless dust particles on the earth looked up to the sky, praying for the end of the disaster.
But the light called relief still shines in the sky, and the power of divine punishment runs within it, all of which are shrouded in the realm of Eden.
The sea of light in the sky is so gorgeous, but even a drop of it will destroy the entire earth.
The world cries, hanging on a fragile wire, with nowhere to hide.
Those desperate eyes stared at the sky, praying that this would end soon.
Or, the end will come soon.
And the war... the war is still going on.
Yes, it's war.
One person faces the entire Asgard and the war against the entire Holy City.
—No, if you can be so strong to such an incredible level, is it really still a human being
Everyone watching this war had the same confusion in their hearts. Is this really a force that human bones can support, human muscles can push, and human will can control
Or... a god
The crown of light came down from Eden. Between the wings of light and shadow, Ciel stood high above the sky. He stretched out his hands and faced the earth, water, fire, wind, curses or illusions coming from all directions, remaining unmoved.
With a soft sigh, Saint Liszt closed his eyes, and the power restrained by the human body exploded.
"May my sacrifice be valuable..."
At that moment, the ultimate element of change, the fruit of destruction that humans had built over hundreds of years, emerged here and moved like a giant axe, chopping up all matter.
In the elemental chaos that is difficult to observe, there is a shadow of radiance emerging.
Sublimate from mortal things and advance to the realm of gods.
This is the last Matjepa.
The black holes of annihilation moved like stars from within, bombarding Ciel's body one after another.
The Cave of Annihilation, which was enough to turn an entire city into nothingness, fell into Ciel's hands and shattered like a phantom, one after another.
The terrifying impact that swept in all directions was tightly restrained by the Eden projection before it could erupt. No matter how many violent fires circulated like torrents, it was still unable to break through the boundaries.
"Chopin, how long are you going to stand by and watch?"
Mendelssohn glared at his frustrated companion, but all he saw was a bitter smile.
"In fact, from the beginning until now, I have been trying to break through his mental defenses."
Chopin smiled miserably, and the backlash seeped out from his facial features: "But it wasn't until just now that I discovered that he had no defense at all, and all my erosions were swallowed up by him..."
It's not that it's impossible to break through, it's that there's no response at all.
It was as if he was giving a hint to a piece of iron stone. There was no such thing as consciousness in the enemy's body, only an ocean of light so deep that he almost drowned and suffocated.
Is this really human will
Just like when he faced the terrifying outline of the Hundred-Eyed Man, all he could see was bottomless darkness and inhuman emptiness. Would such a monster have a personality like a mote of dust
"I'm sorry," Chopin responded hoarsely, "I can't do anything."
The harsh sound of the scepter cracking sounded from his body, causing Mendelssohn to fall into a daze.
In an instant, Matjepa's light went out.
The burned-out Liszt fell from the clouds, and the ashes melted into the endless light.
But with his sacrifice, the projection of the sacred cauldron not only did not dissipate, but became more intense. The blood in the cauldron was rippling, and new elements emerged from it one after another.
Above the sky, stars fall...
Amidst the roars one after another, the light from the Holy City finally descended on the land of Asgard. In just ten minutes, the first batch of reinforcements from the Holy City had arrived.
It was obviously the hope of victory, but it made everyone who paid attention to the war shudder.
Six saints!
Six more saints!
Egor, Gluck, Rossini…
Those unfamiliar holy names emerged from the elements, and then, the holy objects that had been forced to be sealed by the Holy City by the Third Amendment Act of various countries appeared from their hands.
Among them are many artifacts that are comparable to the Gate of Heaven, and even three of them are newly forged weapons...
It was a weapon forged after violating the right path, not to promote the glory and justice of God, but to destroy, kill, and exterminate something.
Just its existence makes the world tremble.
The cold edge reflected on the musicians behind Paganini actually gave them the fear of having their hearts and souls shattered. If they were not careful, they would be completely and completely dissolved...
That's right, dissolve.
Dissolved in the light of judgment, it was purified like mud.
The moment they appeared, the saints took action at the same time, without any hesitation or mercy for the civilians, even if the entire Golden Palace was involved!
In just an instant, Ciel was suppressed in the core of Eden, almost completely splitting the realm of Eden. In the aftermath, the light of destruction sealed in Eden splashed out like a torrential rain, heading in all directions.
Ciel's expression changed.
Ignoring the sacred object that was coming, he forcibly expanded the projection of Eden, as if he was pulling an out-of-control carriage tightly to block the dust.
He was finally hurt.
Under the edge of the sword.
Tragic wounds appeared on the arms, but the wounds were rolled over, but no blood seeped out, as if there was no such thing as blood in the body.
He evaded the siege of the saints in embarrassment, watching them do whatever they could to destroy him.
"Do you want to destroy Asgard!"
He gritted his teeth and looked at his enemies, but the saints did not speak, they just attacked without reservation.
He doesn't care about his own life, nor does he care about anyone else's. It is almost as if both jade and stone are destroyed, and he wants to completely destroy the false god in front of him.
"Really? I understand..."
Ciel finally understood and his expression turned cold, "Then it doesn't matter if you are killed by me, right?"
At that moment, Mendelssohn, who was severely injured at the end, felt chills all over his body.
"Why is it that even now, the Holy See is still unwilling to take action?" He murmured hesitantly, "If "Destiny" is here..."
That's right, if there is a chapter of "Destiny", even a false god is not a problem, right
Chopin glanced at him and asked, "What if Destiny can't kill him?"
Mendelssohn fell silent.
Don’t dare to think about it anymore…
As the Holy City's last resort, if "Destiny" can't kill him... then what should they do
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Not everyone has the courage to face this war beyond ordinary imagination.
When the first batch of reinforcements from the Holy City arrived, the scepter musicians behind Paganini were already pale.
"Why don't we retreat..."
Someone plucked up the courage to ask: "Staying here will only hinder Sir Charles' performance, right?"
Paganini did not look back, but stared intently at the battlefield.
"No, we have to stay."
He didn't have the slightest intention to move, "It makes sense for us to stay."
"Are we expected to applaud the Son of God?" Someone shook his head bitterly: "Apart from this, what's the use of staying here?"
"witness."
Paganini murmured softly, gazing at the battlefield feverishly, "All you need to do is bear witness."
Must stay.
This must be witnessed.
Witness the outcome of this battle...
Will humans defeat the gods, or will the gods destroy humans
No matter who wins or loses...what awaits mankind is not a happy ending.
If the gods destroy mankind, then what is the point of mankind's struggle for thousands of years? If man conquers the gods, what is the purpose of countless years of prayer and piety
So, what exactly will be the result
Paganini was waiting feverishly.
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Earth-shaking waves came from the direction of the Golden Palace.
Ye Qingxuan could look up at the blazing light rising in the distance, but he had no time to examine it carefully.
As early as the moment the divine armor appeared, he had already been entangled by four saints. He was in a hurry to deal with the siege and had no time to support Mary's incarnation of the natural disaster.
Leviathan versus Odin.
Ye Qingxuan had no time to intervene in the war between the Lord of the Ocean and the King of Thunder.
He must concentrate on dealing with the four saints in front of him. If it were not for the overwhelming power of the Ethernet, he might be completely defeated if he is not careful.
The four saints seem to have long been good at joining forces, and there is no gap between each other's movements. One assists, one restrains, and one attacks. The other one did not take action from beginning to end, silently looking for every gap in Ye Qingxuan's movement. There was a chill in his hand that made him shudder.
Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that four saints would have the nerve to besiege him alone. At the same time, he didn't expect that... their strength seemed to be much weaker than what he expected
The pressure that the four people jointly brought to him was only a lot more than Wagner, but not too much.
This made him simply puzzled. If there were four people of Wagner's level here, he would probably be unable to hold on and want to escape.
Although he had expected that such unconventional saints would have certain weaknesses, he did not expect that their weaknesses would be so obvious.
So, what exactly is the Holy City thinking