It's like looking up to heaven for punishment.
The fiery beam of light that penetrates the sky and the earth emits a warm light.
The hurricane is coming, with biting wind pressure and high temperature, which is suffocating.
Paganini stood on the ruins of the Golden Palace, staring at the boiling sky. Countless rays of light were dancing, and then, stars fell like rain. The turbulent ocean of light covered the sky, and with the fall of the Holy Spirit, the broken scepter passed through the violent depths of the ocean, falling toward the earth like stars.
Wherever it passes, there remains the blazing glow of burned-out life.
Gradually falling and dissipating, until finally, those traces were lost between the light sky and the dark earth, leaving only the cold and solemn light strips remaining in the mid-air.
Like a tombstone.
There was a sound coming from a distant place, echoing in Paganini's ears, it was a wolf whistle.
"The latest news is that Asgard has bound the Silent Moon."
"Although it is unexpected, it is not impossible." Paganini said softly, "After losing the Hundred-Eyed One, Dayuan, who has no more fights, no longer needs the brake valve, even though he bears the name of the Three Pillar Gods. , but it has almost existed in name only for a long time. Silent Moon, which has no meaning of existence, and Asgard, which has no meaning of existence, may be a perfect match in a sense."
"Having said that, the old man is worried that it will affect the fight in the Golden Palace."
The sound of the wolf whistle did not rise and fall, "It is recommended that you be prepared. If necessary, Anubis will assist you in retreating first."
"unnecessary."
Paganini flatly refused, without considering the possibility of retreat, "We don't need to worry about the plans of the lost dog. How can the Silent Moon, which has lost its divinity, fight against Eden? Besides..."
He stared at the glow in the sky, unable to conceal his fanatical eyes, which were full of longing and trust in pure power: "Ciel will never lose!"
Langdi was silent for a long time and sighed softly, "What I worry about is never that he will lose..."
“Whether you win or lose, some things cannot be changed.”
Paganini responded coldly, "After all, people cannot hide their true nature. No matter how determined and perseverant they are, no matter how restrained and reluctant they are, in the end, people will obey their own nature."
He paused and said:
"Just like you."
After a short silence, Wolf Flute did not get angry, but laughed softly:
"Sounds like I was born to be a traitor."
"Although I don't mean it this way, sometimes, many things are unavoidable."
"Yes, yes, I understand that."
Wolf Flute seemed to be smoking a cigarette, exhaling boring smoke: "But there is only one thing, you are wrong."
Thousands of miles away, he stared at the fire at his fingertips in the darkness and whispered softly: "Maybe some people are destined to be a traitor when they are born, but no one is destined to be a god. Paganini, no one..."
He extinguished the dim firelight at his fingertips, and the remaining sparks jumped up, illuminating his expressionless face.
The fire went out and the face disappeared into the darkness.
His voice never came again.
And thousands of miles away, at the highest point of the entire world, the highest point where the battle has advanced.
In the majestic singing, the Holy Spirits are strong and tenacious under the blessing of the steel tower, as if the musical spirits and music have transformed into humans, showing a cold iron light under the infusion of ether.
The Holy Spirit of Steel marched across the sky at an incredible speed, and the naked eye could only see the traces of their galloping past.
In a battle that exceeds the limit of human reaction, every moment is filled with countless competitions and intersections, and every detail is enough to affect the overall situation.
At this moment, above the sky, every Holy Spirit has given up its own independence, merged itself into the grand theme, and turned it into the most basic note in that huge movement.
And in the resonance of one holy spirit after another, a grand symphony sounded loudly.
—Symphony No. 9!
It is the only movement in the Ninth Symphony that is revered by everyone without any other name or even a number to identify it.
The core music theory inherited by the Red King is, in addition to "Destiny" that mortals cannot pry into, the ultimate power composed of countless holy spirits.
If fate represents the unpredictable divine will and punishment, then what the Ninth Symphony at this moment demonstrates is the truth of the world. The elements represented by countless holy spirits gather under the same theme and turn into pure power.
Praise this, sing this.
This is the victory of man!
In the music theory of the Ninth Symphony, the power of countless Holy Spirits has already been integrated into one. Although the Red King has not been here in person, it is no different from doing it in person.
Thousands of miles away, the City of Steel roared low, and the majestic bells sounded one after another from countless towers. The sound of hymns seemed to extend from the distant past to the distant future, and carried through to the present.
The Order that had dominated the Old World for hundreds of years now revealed its true heritage.
Under the echo of countless Holy Spirits, the power of the Holy Cauldron has descended on the sky of Asgard at this moment, like an iron rod striking the ice. Amidst the roar, cracks appear in the projection of Eden.
The power of the world gathered here, using countless holy spirits as carriers, to outline the grand traces of the Ninth Symphony.
As the Ninth Symphony took shape, and under the impact of the Holy Spirit of Steel one after another, Ciel's response suddenly became awkward, and it was no longer as smooth and easy as before.
"It's terrible when an old man is angry..."
He stared at the sacred cauldron above the sky. Under his body, thousands of burning rays of light traveled through his flesh and blood, making him seem to be melting and blending into his own light.
It was a divinity that was jaw-dropping, dozens of times more powerful than Odin, and a power that was completely different from that kind of man-made thing.
Even if it is fertilized with blood, it is still pure and pure.
It originates from the human body, but is completely natural.
As if born this way.
The loud sound of countless bells suddenly erupted, and the power of the sacred cauldron struck down again, causing Eden in the deepest part of the etheric world to suddenly collapse, and the cracks spread crazily.
The light trembled and was extinguished under the pressure that increased tens of millions of times in an instant.
The sky lost its color. Amidst the roar, Ciel fell from the sky. In an instant, he fell into the collapsed block, smashed through the burned-out house, and fell into ashes.
Screams sounded from under the broken tiles.
"You even have a sneak attack?"
Charles choked and coughed in embarrassment. He turned around and saw the children huddled together. Those children who had nowhere to hide looked at him with fear in their eyes.
The blood on his face has long dried up.
"Uh... Hey, are you okay? Sorry, I broke your bed..."
He smiled awkwardly, cleared away the ashes from his hair and body, and got up from the ground, "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."
The children moved back, afraid to approach.
That's fear.
Charles was stunned. He turned around and saw the broken mirror on the broken wall, but he didn't recognize the person in the mirror.
He lowered his eyes sadly and apologized softly to the children:
"sorry."
The wings spread again and he soared into the sky again, not daring to look at those eyes again.
At this moment, along with the hoarse sound of the horn, dozens of Holy Spirits dissipated, and the horn hanging high in the sky burst together with the sky.
The big bloody star emerged from behind the crack in the sky.
—Da Xing Yin Chen!
Along with the burning murderous intent from the Holy City, a melody that was extremely familiar to everyone played from the Holy Spirit.
"The Law of Averages?"
Paganini was stunned.
This was created by the first Blue King and is the basis of all musical rhythms that all musicians must study during their apprenticeship. It is a melody that even children are familiar with.
The law of averages!
Immediately afterwards, at that moment, the silver glow rushed from the end of the sky, and the endless beauty shone on the silver-white waves. Wherever it passed, everything was silent, and everything was immersed in this beautiful death. .
That was a natural disaster...
Natural Disaster·Silver Tide!
Along with the tide of destruction formed by countless steels, a storm was set off between the sky and the earth. The miserable white colors spread from the strong wind, and the chilling silence was filled with the whine and scream of the wind.
Holy White Storm!
Blood dripped from the sky and turned into heavy rain. The scarlet rain burned like flames, as if it would corrode and submerge everything, annihilate it in the blood, and turn the earth into a desert.
Blood and scorched earth.
And in the middle of the earth, countless soils were turned over, and the eggs formed by the fierce poison broke open, forming migratory locusts that were definitely not living creatures. They kept flapping their wings and rose from the ground like a pale green mist.
Abaddon locust plague…
With the emergence of the Yinchen Star, destruction unimaginable by humans was thrown into the world, given a form, and ran across the earth.
That is the end that is above all else, and the reason why all aliens are named natural disasters.
That is…
"Eight major phenomena?"
Behind Paganini, the musicians' faces were pale, and they could hardly believe what they were seeing.
"Why... is this happening? Can the Holy City control the eight major phenomena?"
"Why not?"
Paganini asked indifferently, as if seeing a group of fussy children, "Isn't it supposed to be like this? If they don't have such power, how can they control the world?"
Although he had already made speculations in his mind, his expression became increasingly gloomy at this moment.
Not worried about whether Ciel can cope with it, but worried about the impact from other aspects...
But at this moment, the thing that made him most uneasy finally appeared.
Gaius' voice came.
"Paganini, retreat."
His tone was calm, but there was no room for argument or objection. He simply issued pure orders and finalized the outcome of the battle. But it made Paganini furious.
retreat
Why retreat
Why care about anything else
Haven't you seen it? The real battle has just begun now! The war between gods and humans is about to be decided!
You actually want to retreat
He gritted his teeth, but could not disobey Gaius's order. He could only control the anger in his heart and convey Gaius's will to Ciel.
"Retreat, Ciel."
He squeezed out a voice through his teeth, so hypocritical that he didn't even believe it himself, "It's meaningless to keep fighting."
As he expected, Ciel didn't move.
Just look at him.
"We're leaving, what will happen here?"
"Who knows?"
Paganini said calmly, "The crust under the Golden Palace is very unstable. If left unchecked, after volcanic eruptions and natural disasters, this place will probably turn into one of the deepest lakes inland."
"oh."
Ciel nodded without making any sound. He just turned around and stared at the huge city shrouded in destruction.
The ecstasy bursting out of his heart made Paganini want to dance. He stared at Ciel in front of him, restraining the strong impulse and waiting for Ciel's response.
Until Charles turned around and asked softly: "Paganini, do you have a mirror there? I feel a little dirty..."
Although she didn't understand what Charles was thinking, a female musician still reached into her pocket and wanted to hand him the mirror. But as soon as she touched the mirror in her pocket, she saw the cold look from Paganini.
That kind of inhuman rage and ferocity...
She was stunned and didn't dare to move again.
Only Paganini turned around, no longer ferocious, a warm smile appeared on his handsome face, and he bowed to Charles respectfully: "There is no need for mirrors. Your Highness is majestic and flawless now."
"Yeah?"
Ciel smiled.
That's great.
Now, I shouldn’t be afraid of those children, right
"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."
He stared at the city wailing in destruction, murmured softly, and spread his arms.
Thus, the light of Eden emerged from the etheric realm again, shining here. Following his will, the Kingdom of Heaven descended here.
Along with his determination, an unprecedented fiery glow emerged from his eyes.
That is divinity.
Divinity is burning, sublimating, becoming infinite power, moving towards the highest point of the world, returning to the empty Kingdom of God, and controlling all things.
At that moment, Ciel turned into the purest light, illuminating the deep abyss.
"Let there be light."
He whispered softly and shed light on the world.
Under the light, all things solidified, and all wills and spirits bowed their heads, trembling and fearful. They were intimidated by this majestic God and involuntarily lowered their heads to worship the supreme master.
Under the radiance of the miracle, the music theory of the Ninth Symphony stirred and roared.
At this moment, cracks appeared in the music that represented the victory of man under the pressure of divine will. The spirits of countless holy spirits were shaken. The flame on the scepter was like a candle in the wind, beating dimly and struggling, but it was difficult to escape the brilliance. Control of light.
At that moment, a majestic bell burst out from Ciel's fingers.
The power of the Ninth Symphony suddenly collapsed, and countless Holy Spirits flew out from it. It was no longer possible to resonate, and the whole was broken into loose sand. It was like the legendary Tower of Babel breaking.
The human settlement has been broken up and is no longer a whole.
At this moment, the light shines all over the world.
Ciel opened his eyes.
There is no weak compassion in his eyes, but empty eyes, as vast as the darkness of the universe behind the sky, filled with the light of the magnificent stars.
God has finally arrived!
At that moment, the Yellow King in the distance sighed softly. Ye Qingxuan clenched the hilt of the sword, gritted his teeth, controlled the rage in his heart, and closed his eyes.
"Ah! Abominable gods!"
Paganini looked up at the glow, with a complex and frightened expression, but he was moved to tears by this incomparable power, "Now you have finally appeared on the earth!"