There is a voice, in every corner of everyone's consciousness.
At this moment, all contemplation and meditation are interrupted and occupied by that indescribable sound. Whether you have ears or not, you can listen, and you must listen to the whisper from the sky.
There was no opening or closing of the lips, as if the words were like flowing water, falling down from the highest place, immersing everyone in it.
There is no more sound left in the world.
All that was left was his soft murmur.
[I saw a new world again. The previous sky was gone, and the sea was no longer there.]
So, in an instant, countless pieces of blood that fell from the sky solidified and stagnated in the void, as if they were frozen in amber. Immediately afterwards, the sound of crystal cracking sounded, from the blood spreading on the ground.
Countless crimson crystals grew out of the blood, like new sprouts sprouting from the fertile soil. In an instant, crystal plants grew on the ground.
The blood rain solidified in the void also grew, just like the water that turned into snowflakes under a microscope. Complex prisms grew interlaced, forming a perfect order and symmetrical topology.
Under the endless interference of nature, the entire solidified world turned into a huge reactor.
The blood rain was refined into a still and huge crystal forest, with countless crystals hanging high, and the heaven and earth turned into a strange world. There was no more weirdness and terror in just a few fingertips, but full of solemnity and magnificence.
Finally, a finger curled up, popped out, and struck the blood crystal in front of him.
collapse!
The crisp sound spread.
Immediately afterwards, it was like the roar of the ice sea.
The spores shattered, and the crackling sounds spread across the earth, creating a loud noise of the collision of lava and ice. The sharp sounds of countless gold and iron friction overlapped together, turning into a grand elegy that was difficult for human ears to hear.
In the huge resonance, ruptures are spreading.
Pale cracks emerged from the crystals of blood water, penetrating and splitting from the inside out, and finally, completely tearing apart all the materials contained in it. With the roaring collapse, the dust dissipated and returned to nothingness.
The rain of blood that filled the world disappeared without a trace.
The earth is restored.
From hell to earth, even if it is still devastated.
Then, in the sky, those eyes turned and looked towards the earth.
[He who comes from dust shall return to dust.]
The voice said, "Those who do not deserve to live should no longer live."]
A hissing sound began to sound from the ground, and the dark green eggs quickly dimmed and lost their color, and finally turned into pure soil particles.
In the dense green fog that filled the air, the sounds of countless locusts flapping their wings came and went, but then the harsh sounds became scattered.
Because the wings are breaking and fading.
The jaw-droppingly huge poisonous locusts lost their wings and fell from the sky.
Different from the scorched earth formed by the cursed poison, it is a weak spirituality formed by the integration of violent animal nature into the soil and decaying grass seeds. Countless broken animal spirits remaining in the ether gathered together to form a form that was almost spiritual even in itself. There are almost no poisonous locusts, but the number is terrifying to the billions. They have no consciousness at all, but they are endowed with fierce poison by the chaotic beast nature, and they are also born with hunger, which will never be full.
At this moment, that unimaginable and terrifying amount was of no use at all.
Under the gaze of those eyes, those extremely polluting and chaotic beasts were easily erased. After the scales were shaken off, they turned into bloated gray moths.
Soon, one by one died on the ground, broken, and only dust remained in the cracked shell.
As the divine power moves over the earth, the rushing tide of mercury solidifies in place, forming a lifelike silver sculpture. The white storm roared and roared, but it turned out to be slower and no longer crazy...
The world filled with natural disasters is being changed.
The light shines on everything.
All things welcome redemption.
[Do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not give room to the devil.]
At that moment, all the Holy Spirits felt a strong suffocation, as if they had been plunged into iron stone, and their hearts could not move. Even though there was no heart left in the etheric incarnation, the feeling of suffocation at this moment was so strong.
Even the ether flowing in the body no longer obeys his own orders.
But it has a new owner.
Under the gaze of those eyes, the projection of the sacred cauldron dissipated, and was driven out of the place amidst the loud sound of the bell.
The remaining Holy Spirit quickly retreated, then retreated again.
In the silent gaze, deathly silence filled the air.
"We retreat."
Chopin ordered hoarsely.
Mendelssohn turned around in shock, his expression becoming angry, "The Cardinal's order is to fight to the death... Do you want to escape?"
"If the cardinals want to fight to the death, let them fight to the death." Chopin looked indifferent: "At this point, is it meaningful to fight to the death? Or..."
He pointed to the gods hanging in the sky in the distance and looked at his colleagues with a sneer: "Do you think how much effort it takes for that thing to kill us?"
Mendelssohn was silent.
"Retreat, I will bear all the consequences."
Chopin closed his eyes, "Facing this kind of thing... No matter how much you sacrifice, it's meaningless."
…
At this moment, endless power is running in the magnificent light. Wherever the light shines, there is a supreme will controlling everything, directing many chaos to order.
Starting from the material world, the light moved in the etheric sea, forcibly calming all the storms. Then, upward, upward, and upward again, after breaking through the boundaries of the etheric realm, it completely separated the origin of the movement of natural disasters.
Wherever the magnificent light passes, all disasters are wiped out.
Completely eliminate all natural disasters!
Paganini's smile stiffened.
Ciel, what are you doing? ! ! !
This is not devouring and absorbing, this is pure destruction. After paying a huge price... the gods completely wiped out the natural disasters from the earth, completely destroying even the origin.
From now on, the eight major phenomena will disappear without a trace.
Immediately afterwards, the upward light hanging high in the sky fell.
Divine Providence moves.
The roaring earth regained its stability, and the rock formations that sank downwards were once again held up by new rock formations. The volcano roared and exploded, but the boiling lava sank back into the earth's crust along the cracks in the rock formations before it had time to erupt.
The anger of the mountains and the earth was redirected, the lava flowing in the rivers cooled and solidified, and the heat was no longer there. Then, new rivers were opened, and clear springs surged and flowed again.
The sulfurous smell in the air dissipated, and the dark sky formed by the gathering of ashes burst, revealing the dark starry sky behind it. The moonlight once again fell on this land, but it could not cover up the glory of the gods.
The radiance moves over the earth, like flowing water, causing countless gravel and dust to rise, making the collapsed walls and ruins return to integrity again, and wherever it passes, the sound of mourning ceases.
Pain and suffering could no longer linger as relief was granted to everyone.
Only I didn’t leave it to myself…
Divinity is burning.
Let the gods bathe in the fire of creation.
The originally pure and pure divinity was now controlled by the will in the tiny body. In the flames, the lowered eyes struggled and slowly lifted up, revealing the human glow, painful and firm.
[If your right eye causes you to stumble, pluck it out... and throw it away.]
He bent down with difficulty, stretched out his hand, and pressed his face. The majestic voice dissipated, and what came out of his mouth turned into a hoarse whisper:
"I would rather... lose one of my body parts than... my whole body be thrown into hell..."
Reciting the "Holy Scripture" that appeared inexplicably in his mind, a look of determination flashed in Charles's eyes, his palm suddenly stretched out, and a convulsive whine burst out from his throat.
Loud roars circulated in the sky.
It was as if heaven and earth were furious.
Along with that finger piercing the eye socket.
At this moment, everyone was stunned, staring at the madman in the sky, watching him dig out his right eye with difficulty and pain, cutting off the road to the source.
Huang Zhiwang stood up in shock, his face froze, but beside him, Ye Qingxuan was smiling, laughing, as if he was not the loser in the gamble.
Accompanied by a tiny cracking sound, Ciel slowly lowered his palm and spread his fingers, revealing the divine right eye condensed in the palm.
Where the right eye used to be, there was only a void left.
Blood dripped from his face.
The scars never healed.
Because that omnipotent power is quickly dissipating.
It was as if he was completely torn into two, and the part that belonged to the power was peeled off. With the loss of his right eye, even the projection of Eden moved and disappeared again.
The huge wings abandoned him and disappeared into the depths of the etheric realm.
There are no more gods.
The young man fell from the sky toward the earth, as if expelled from the kingdom of God.
No power remains.
The hurricane rushed towards me, and during the continuous fall, the long-lost weakness and pain filled my body again. The earth that came towards my face opened its arms like death, waiting for the final embrace.
But he didn't feel afraid.
Just content.
"Hello you all."
He raised a smile with difficulty, stared at everything in the world with his remaining single eye, and whispered softly: "I'm back again..."
Darkness swallowed him.
…
…
When he opened his eyes from the dirt, he heard Paganini's voice.
"If I hadn't reacted quickly, you would have fallen to your death by now."
"Yeah?"
Charles smiled reluctantly, feeling a sharp twitching pain in his limbs, "I'm..."
"Seriously injured."
Paganini replied indifferently, "I only had time to save you from falling to death. Your spine was severely injured, both legs were broken, and your internal organs were ruptured and bleeding. You have been severely anemic for a long time, relying entirely on divinity for support, and you have lost your consciousness. After sex, you will kill yourself immediately... After returning to the Caucasus, you will probably be bedridden for several years."
"It sounds so miserable." Ciel sighed, "Did you save me?"
"You saved yourself."
Paganini said, "One of the Asgardians you rescued had a chant doctor who helped you transfuse blood."
"Ah, thank him for me."
Ciel smiled a little ashamedly and wanted to scratch his head, but he couldn't lift his arms.
"He is dead."
Charles was stunned, his smile stiffened, and after a long time, he sighed softly, "Is that so... because you saved me?"
Paganini said nothing.
"Is there any cigarette?"
"No, I don't smoke." Paganini said coldly: "You'd better start quitting smoking from now on. As a mortal, your current body can no longer bear those bad habits."
"Um."
Ciel responded, not sure if he heard what he said, but just stared at the sky with his remaining single eye.
Watching countless erratic figures rising from the ruins, flying towards the illusory country. It's like the soul flying in the sky, freed from the torture of life, and entering the world of the deceased.
"What are you looking at?"
Ciel stared at the phantoms flying into the sky for a long time, murmuring softly.
"Perhaps it's heaven?"