At this moment, above the ruins.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the strange middle-aged man, dumbfounded.
"Brother, who are you?"
The figure projected by the sacred cauldron tilted its head to look at him and asked, "You shouldn't be able to guess, right?"
Ye Qingxuan subconsciously looked at the sky, then lowered his head to look at the projection in front of him, and asked tentatively: "The King of Yellow?"
The visitor shrugged slightly and said, "It's guaranteed to be fake."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and said in a low voice: "I thought it was the Red King who came."
"It should have been."
The Yellow King looked around and said calmly: "Originally, he came here fifteen minutes ago. Asgard wanted to split the material world and violated the principles of the Holy City. He would never sit back and watch this happen. .”
Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant.
"You have a way to stop him?"
"His long-distance transmission is based on the ether cycle of the human world. It just so happens that this area is under my control."
The Yellow King replied, making no secret of the disagreement between himself and the Red King, "By the way, the Blue King has also decided to give up interfering in the changes in the human world. His excessive power has led to the estrangement between him and mankind. , the Blue Kings of all generations have chosen self-exile. Therefore, you don’t have to worry that you will become his enemy, even if he decides to take action, the enemy will not be you."
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
No longer paying attention to the chaotic thoughts in his mind, he looked at the unknown Supreme King and asked directly: "So, do you come here to fight?"
"It has always been the Blue King's job to destroy such things. I am only responsible for repairing and finishing."
King Huang didn't care about the New Testament Sword that locked him, nor did he show any hostility. He just looked at him: "So, there is no need for such boring temptations anymore. Why don't we talk openly and honestly?" ?”
"Sorry, I don't have time."
Ye Qingxuan responded indifferently: "If you don't want to fight with me, then remove the surrounding space lock. I still have things to do."
The sword of the New Testament flipped over, and the iron light of the sword's spine reflected in the void around the two people, and the sound of steel rubbing against each other burst out. Before they knew it, the two of them were already in a cage.
"I'm sorry."
King Huang sighed, "Although I don't want to fight, I can't let you go to the Golden Palace. If you insist on attacking me, I can tell you the result - if I defend with all my strength, you can't kill me. Although you will win, But if I don’t die, you can’t leave here. I won’t let others interfere in the battle in the Golden Palace. The result there is very important to me.”
Ye Qingxuan's eyes became colder.
"Is this your reason?" He sneered, "I thought everything on earth had nothing to do with you."
"This time, that time."
"No, since you made up your mind to let it go from the beginning, then don't get involved again because of such a ridiculous excuse."
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and pointed at the sky, "Don't you want unfettered freedom? Go back to the sky, go back to your iron cage. King Huang, your freedom is not here."
"You're right, but the significance here is equally significant to me—this is my last appearance in this world as the Yellow King."
Huang Zhiwang chuckled to himself, "It would be better to say that I came here to retire from this position."
He paused and looked at Ye Qingxuan:
"How about making a bet with me?"
"Do I have room to refuse?" Ye Qingxuan asked coldly.
"Although this is not fair to you, aren't you going to hear about the bet and my bet?"
King Huang withdrew his gaze from him and looked in the direction of the Golden Palace. Thousands of miles away, at such a long distance, he could still see the intense light and the thrilling roar.
He suddenly asked, "Ye Qingxuan, who do you think will win?"
"And you?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a mean tone, "Who do you hope will win? The cult you abandoned like worn shoes?"
"No, I hope that the Holy City will lose, but I don't want Ciel to win." The Yellow King said calmly, "Rather, I hope that both parties will suffer losses."
Both sides suffer...
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, "What do you mean?"
"Everyone has always said that among all the people in the world, you are the only one who is closest to me. But can you feel how I feel? Ye Qingxuan. That kind of..."
After Huang Zhiwang thought for a moment, he sighed softly and revealed the word:
"That... 'disappointment' with it all."
Ye Qingxuan was silent.
In silence, the Yellow King found himself on the broken steps and sat down, and continued:
"I have been confused about one thing for a long time. How should I look at all this? From the perspective of the Yellow King, I do not want this increasingly distorted world to gradually lose order and eventually fall apart due to the original sin of human beings. But There is nothing I can do. From the perspective of a musician, I don’t want everything in this world to be shackled and locked in a cradle by some organization in the name of justice and justice. Even breathing is difficult, but I don’t have the courage to do it. Overthrow it all. From a mortal perspective, I long to throw away all these constraints and be free, but I cannot break with this. I am destined to be the least free person in the world. This is the most ridiculous thing. , no matter from that perspective, it’s impossible for me to get what I want.”
He played with his scepter and laughed mockingly, "What I have asked for in my life, I am destined to not get it from the moment I put on this crown."
"After all, what you hate the most is yourself, right?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly, "You are just escaping from yourself, running far away, pretending that none of this happened, that you didn't see it, looking for illusory peace and freedom, in an iron floating in low-Earth orbit. In a cage. When you come here now, you just hope that others will rush out and smash the stall to pieces, giving you an excuse to abandon everything and continue looking for escape!"
King Huang was stunned.
For a long time, he laughed.
"Yes, that's it."
He did not hide his ugliness and insignificance, and faced Ye Qingxuan's ridicule calmly. "As the Yellow King, I must guard the balance, but now, the balance that leads all things to good no longer exists, and all I can get is the balance of evil. Then I have no choice, and the balance of evil is better than The destruction of good.”
He paused, and his eyes became serious, leaving no room for doubt or resistance, truly like the Yellow King: "To be cruel, I hope that Charles will die in this battle, and the Holy City will be greatly damaged by this. So, I I need you to stay here.”
"Everything may not turn out the way you want."
Ye Qingxuan clenched the hilt of the sword, with murderous intent in his eyes. A harsh sound burst out from the void, which was the loud sound of the iron light of the New Testament striking the cage.
The incarnation of the Yellow King fell apart in front of the New Testament sword, and in the next moment, it gathered again, died again, and reunited again, as if it had passed through endless birth and death and reached eternity.
His breath suddenly became erratic and weak, and even the projection of the sacred cauldron disappeared.
The whole person is like a phantom, about to disappear in the next moment.
But the cage did not waver at all, and was even more stable than before.
It is something that is above the Holy Spirit, above all realms and demonic realms in the world, some kind of wall that abandons everything else just for stability and isolation!
"You don't think that I've been sleeping with my eyes closed since I've been in confinement for such a long time, right?"
Huang Zhiwang turned his head and looked at him, then showed a complicated smile: "After all, I still have some understanding... Welcome to my world, Ye Qingxuan."
"Is this what you realize? A cage that blocks out the whole world? You should find a psychiatrist to treat your autism!"
"Really? I will after this is over."
King Huang said calmly: "Well, now, let's return to the original topic. - Do you want to make a bet?"
He said, "Who will win in the war at the Golden Palace?"
Ye Qingxuan did not respond to him, but Huang Zhiwang said to himself: "I bet that the winner will be Charles, what about you?"
"Ciel?"
Ye Qingxuan only felt like sneering after hearing this.
Regardless of the Yellow King's position, no matter how hard you think about it, you won't think that one person has a chance of winning against the religious order that has ruled the entire old era for hundreds of years.
"Ye Qingxuan, there is one thing you have been unwilling to admit from the beginning."
The Yellow King said unhurriedly: "That is - Ciel is by no means the kind of 'human' you imagine. His essence was above humans from the beginning, and he was an inhuman thing. If he could have done it before Hiding in the weeds in disguise, then when Gaius wakes him up, it will be impossible for him to return to the mortal world. He is different from you, he is the son of God, in the literal sense. For a long time , everyone understands this, but you are unwilling to admit it. You would rather he lose and die here as a human than see him win, right? If this is the friendship between you, I think I need to register for you when I go to see a psychiatrist."
Ye Qingxuan was silent.
After a while, he raised his head: "You are right, I would rather my friend die as a human being than to become something he doesn't want to become... Even if everyone in the world thinks he is omnipotent, No matter he is a god or a monster, in my heart, he is always Ciel, my senior brother and my friend."
Ye Qingxuan was absolutely unwilling to admit Huang Zhiwang's prophecy.
Even if so, Ciel would die there.
Even if the one who laughs last will be the Holy City.
"In this case, the bet is established."
Huang Zhiwang chuckled. The laughter was mocking Ye Qingxuan and himself, "a... bet that neither party is willing to win."
Huang Zhiwang, who hopes that Charles can win, and Ye Qingxuan, who hopes that the Order can win.
If the Yellow King wins, then the cult will completely lose the power to fight back in the end, and the old world he maintains is destined to disappear in the long future.
If Ye Qingxuan wins, then he will lose his most important friend.
Neither side hopes that they will win in the end, but they are also unwilling to face failure. Those who win will not get redemption, but those who lose will still have to taste the bitter pill.
As the Yellow King said.
This is the balance of evil.
In the silence, the Yellow King stared into the distance, looking at the cracked sky and the world ignited by war.
"Then, as punishment for failure..."
He announced the bet, "The one who loses will be the Yellow King."