At first it was that extremely small and difficult-to-observe point.
But then, the broken music theory flowed out from the active layer, and the ether emerged from the outflow layer.
One rises, the other falls, converging in a place of nothingness, where countless broken music theories are pieced together to outline a vague outline.
This is the seed of miracles.
Immediately afterwards, those dim alchemical matrices seemed to come to life, breaking and connecting on their own. In an instant, complex structures were reorganized from their original appearance, just like tall buildings rising from the ruins.
It extracts the chaotic power in the core, and an element rises from it, which is the fire of the alchemist.
The vague seeds of miracle run in the alchemical matrix, flowing like water, shunting, merging, burning, cooling, qualitative change, reduction in the changes that are complicated to tens of thousands...
In the blink of an eye, after experiencing the four major stages of blackening, whitening, redness, and greenness, the black iron was transformed into lapis lazuli, and the divine essence emerged from the mortal things, and the illusory spirituality condensed from it.
Like the moon in the mirror, like flowers in the water.
A pair of eyes opened from the darkness, looking towards the mortal world from the realm of death.
As his eyes opened, the chaotic and collapsed core seemed to suddenly solidify. All musical changes and movements came to an abrupt end, stagnating in place, without any wavering.
In the pale face of the saint, an illusory voice whispered: "As above, as below, this is the beginning of all things."
So, in the blink of an eye, an incredible miracle burst out from the core of the natural disaster.
In the dim and cracked crystal cube, countless scattered modules rose again, gathered into one, and started to spin crazily. Just like going back in time, the collapsed alchemy matrix rose and returned to its original position. The chaotic and out-of-control music theory returned to chaos, and a complete posture emerged from the chaos again, running up the ladder to heaven.
In the darkness where contact was lost, rays of light lit up one after another, lighting up the darkness and re-constructing the prototype of its network. Like stars, light points lit up from the coverage area of the Ethernet. In response to its call, those overloaded and shutdown synchronizers were connected to the network one after another, returning to the blueprint of the land of nothing.
Until the end, it was as if the world had been reopened and everything was intact.
So, those eyes looked at the scepters of Telemann and Puccini.
“Separate earth from fire, extract essence from coarseness, and do it with caution.”
At that moment, the miracle emerging from the fire dissipated and was replaced by death condensed from the water.
Compared with the saint's huge power, the power driven by it at this moment is simply weak and almost nothing. It's so pitiful that it can only condense one note...
They are obviously so different from each other, but the fear caused by death is so real and so funny.
The disembodied voice said:
"This is the power of ten thousand forces, which can destroy the strong and tough."
The notes condensed from the void and passed through the complicated and complicated movement of judgment, just like a drop of rain passing through the gaps between the layers of flames and miraculously falling into the core.
As if it had been rehearsed countless times, instead of walking in, Telemann came to greet him. Although they have never met, they have a tacit understanding of "cooperation".
It's mind-blowing.
That note is gently attached to the turbulent music theory, uniquely combined with the intervals in it, without any rejection, as if they are from the same furnace.
Immediately afterwards, with the insertion of notes, the entire musical interval suddenly changed, and the original smoothness was turned into a redundant endless loop. In the blink of an eye, the musical interval collapsed due to overload, and the key links of the entire music theory were interrupted, causing the careful There is a fatal flaw in music theory...
It was as if the first domino pushed triggered a chain reaction of disaster.
That note appeared in the most undesirable place and became the straw that broke the camel's back. Telemann did the rest of the work with his own power...
Collapse.
An avalanche of collapse begins.
Sweeping from the inside out, a horseshoe was lost without a nail, and then the horse was lost. The king, the war was declared a failure, and the empire was destroyed.
In front of those eyes, reality is transformed into a fairy tale in a fable.
Deliver precise destruction and death to your enemies with almost artistic beauty.
And after writing the beginning, those eyes no longer pay attention to how things will end. Just seize the last moment and stare at everything around you with contentment.
"I am the three-level Hermes, and the three-level wisdom of this world belongs to me."
He sighed in a low voice: "This is... my last great work..."
He seemed to be smiling, his pupils slowly closing.
The illusory spirituality disappeared, countless matrices disintegrated, and reintegrated into the core of the natural disaster. There was no trace left, and he returned to his long sleep.
"Farewell, boss..."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and murmured softly.
In just an instant, everything becomes completely different, and the outcome is reversed.
The dense sound of broken bones continued to sound from Telemann's body, first the finger bones, then the arms, then the ribs, and finally, the skull cracked from the inside out and fell apart.
Music Theory's uncontrolled pressure destroyed him first. After the majestic crown and robe were taken off, the defective nature was revealed...
It was not just Telemann who was instantly defeated. Without Telemann's sharing and support, all the power of the Ethernet's operation acted directly on Puccini.
It was like walking naked into the ether engine of the warship, and almost instantly, it was burned to ashes by the terrifying power.
With the collapse of the scepter, Puccini's half body collapsed instantly, as if he had been hit by an invisible battering ram from the front, shattering into mud. But he was still not dead. He was crawling on the ground and squirming. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Telemann's forehead.
Mahler looked at all this blankly, and finally let out a hoarse laugh.
"Is all the hard work still... in vain?"
He took one last look at Ye Qingxuan, and his eyes suddenly became clear, as if he had gotten the answer: "Sure enough, it's a monster."
Mahler moved forward, ignoring the sharp pain from the friction between the sword blade and his bones, and tightly squeezed Ye Qingxuan's hand: "Follow me... and return to nothingness!"
The final elegy was played.
The core movement of Mahler's inheritance - "Song of Sorrow"!
In an instant, music theory extended out of his body, resonating with Telemann and Puccini and becoming one. Even the dying Verdi became part of this self-destructive cycle.
The four scepters turned into chains, tightly binding Ye Qingxuan, pulling him towards destruction together.
This was the final step in completely destroying the Ethernet and finally erasing Ye Qingxuan together with the core of the natural disaster. Regardless of whether the Ethernet is complete or not, and whether Ye Qingxuan dies or not, the four of them are destined not to survive from the beginning.
Letting him pull his wrist, Ye Qingxuan looked into his eyes indifferently.
Then, take hold of the sword of the New Testament.
The roaring sound of the collision of gold and iron burst out, and the projection of the land of nothingness fell from the sky, bringing endless power to break through Mahler's seal and destroy everything.
The blade was pulled out from the blockage of flesh and blood, reversed, and cut off Mahler's hands. It spun lightly in the air and passed over his neck.
A line of blood spread from his throat.
At that moment, whether it was flesh and blood, bones, music, spirit, consciousness, or the ethereal soul, they all fell apart under the chop of the New Testament!
"I'm not a monster."
Ye Qingxuan looked at his desperate eyes and finally corrected: "You are the ones."
The next moment, flames rose from the crack, turning them into ashes in an instant, without any trace remaining.
Ye Qingxuan did not look back, stepped over the miserable white ashes on the ground, and walked towards the divine armor in front.
In his hand, the blade of the New Testament passed through the void, as if it were rubbing against steel, making a sharp sound and causing sparks to fly. The electric light that revolutionized music theory lit up from the blade of the sword, jumping and dancing furiously, illuminating his face.
Facing Odin in front, Ye Qingxuan declared indifferently:
"—Come, as you wish, the war has come!"
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A loud noise came from afar, and the sea water rolled violently, creating the stench of burned molten lead.
Amidst the sharp sound of the whistle, the warship docked on the pier. The crowded pier was full of roars and shouts. The musicians stood on high places, and their voices rose and fell like thunder.
"Seventh Column, Seventh Column set off immediately!"
"Clear a path. We still have five minutes to move the things down and send them to the front line within an hour."
"Soldier, get out of the way. That's right, it's you. Now, everyone fucking hears it clearly. If you want to die and jump into the sea, don't stand in front of the crane!"
Along with the chaotic orders, the crowded people on the dock were quickly led away and filled up quickly. One transport ship after another lined up outside the port waiting to enter the port.
Amidst the roar of the tower crane in place, the huge transport ship at the end bypassed the queue and sailed into the port amidst the angry curses of many captains.
Immediately afterwards, the hatch of the bottom warehouse burst open. One after another, the steel monsters crushed the hatches and pontoons underneath, drove onto the dock, and moved forward along the cleared channel, puffing out black smoke. Whistling away.
The sixth batch of reinforcements arrived from Birmingham.
There was no time to wait for the three rounds of testing to end. After the first round of war testing ended in the dark world, the remaining 600 water tank tanks were simply modified and sent directly to the front line in nine batches.
Half were sent to Brown Fortress, and the other half followed the Royal Fleet, bypassing a long arc and landing on the other side of Asgard. They directly used the gathering place of Sicilians as a springboard to attack Asgard's industry. Cities, destroying industrial logistics.
After six hours of fierce fighting, the Anglo Army finally boarded the dock, occupied half of the city, and competed with the Asgardians for the other half.
As for whether the Sicilians who originally lived here have any objections, who the hell cares
Who made them ally with Asgard