The moonlight seemed to freeze everything.
There were only convulsive gasps.
Soon, the silence was broken.
The purple-eyed griffon stared at the prey, and a recurved blade slipped from the cuff and landed on the hand that was once filled with chalk dust and fingerprints.
Hold tight.
The blade clanked and screamed.
It's like the ferocious cry of a gryphon before hunting.
Toward Charles, he stepped forward step by step, slowly and firmly, as if he wanted to step into the soil carefully with every step, leaving no gaps.
After the same killing was repeated tens of millions of times, what remained was a smooth and smooth execution without any redundant steps, cold and solemn.
That is death.
Death is slowly approaching.
But Ciel was still frozen in place, staring at him blankly, watching the familiar shadow walking towards him.
His expression twitched, as if he was crying or laughing.
I don't know whether it should be fear or ecstasy.
It felt like I was back when I was a kid, sitting outside the door every dusk, waiting for my only family to come back from the end of the road.
Sometimes he brought gifts, sometimes he brought nothing.
But just seeing that shadow makes me jump for joy.
As long as he waved to me from a distance, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"Teacher, are you back?"
The child stumbled forward, reaching out to hug him.
collapse!
The sound of steel rubbing against steel erupted.
It's like time suddenly jumped forward, and the most critical frame was cut off, making things look scattered and broken.
A blade came out of his hand and hovered in the air.
Right in front of Ciel.
The sharp blade that could penetrate gold and stone was frozen in the air, and by the invisible power, the fine notes lit up from the matrix on the blade, but dimmed and extinguished in front of that pupil.
At that moment, in Ciel's arms, the silent crystal eyes glowed with miraculous power, erasing the fatal attack.
Then, silence fell once again.
The blade fell to the ground, and the steel collided with the broken ice, making a harsh sound.
Then, the smile broke.
Fear and joy are mixed in the texture, and in the end, there is only a void that cannot be called an expression.
A faint mist rose from under the purple-eyed griffin's mask.
It seemed like a sigh.
"I wanted to go faster, Ciel."
The old voice sounded from under the mask, so familiar, like the hand holding a knife, calm and cruel: "At least, it won't cause you too much pain."
Ciel lowered his head and looked at the blade that fell at his feet. There were still threads of thoughts left on the blade, and the murderous intention pure enough to interfere with matter leaked from the broken thought threads.
The wind carried a strong smell of blood.
This is the ultimate realization.
Is that so
Ah, so that’s it.
"Teacher, are you here to kill me too?"
He nodded suddenly and looked at the ferocious animal face, trying to see clearly the face behind it.
The first thing I felt was not fear, but an unspeakable absurdity, followed by irrepressible joy, like the best absurdist drama.
Those seemingly eternal bubbles shattered so comically.
He woke up from his warm dream, stared at the cruel world in front of him, and whispered softly: "Even you... don't want me to live?"
The purple-eyed griffin was silent.
No words were spoken.
He just raised his hands, and in the manic sound of steel rubbing against each other, two sharp iron lights condensed from his hands, and mottled iron rust stood out like scales from the blades, carrying a deep-seated murderous intent.
Abraham moved forward.
Pressing harder and harder.
This was the final answer, cutting off all luck and illusions, and taking away Ciel's last strength and courage.
The actual phantom pain pierced his internal organs and devastated his lungs, causing him to bend over in embarrassment and almost fall to the ground. He could no longer hold back his tears and choked up.
"If that's the case... why did you pick me back up in the first place?"
Charles watched him walking towards him, carrying a knife, but he didn't want to run away anymore: "Why did you waste so many years on me? Wouldn't it be better to just let me die like that? No need to rack your brains. When raising a dead child, you don’t need to lie to him about his future hopes, and don’t let him have expectations for others. Since my life is not good for this world, then don’t let me live in this world... "
He knelt on the ground, begged, choked, and cried, and in the end, he whined hysterically: "Please tell me, teacher—why did you save me in the first place!!!"
Like a beggar, he begged Abraham for an answer.
Even one sentence, a false excuse of "having no control over his body" can make him willingly embrace death and end this long torture.
Welcome to relief.
But from beginning to end, no one answered him, only merciless silence and attack.
Speak, teacher, please—
Please, don't kill me.
No matter who comes...
As long as it's not you.
As long as it's not you...
No one responded.
Only the iron light fell, colliding with the invisible barrier, and erupted into a scream.
Even when he lost all will to resist, that eyeball still stubbornly protected his life. The temperature was blazing, like iron being burned red in an overloaded state.
The barriers unfolded layer by layer, violently reverberating, trying to block the gryphon's sharp claws.
The iron light shattered in an instant, but reappeared in an instant, ignoring the terrifying backlash as if it were nothing, and instead became more condensed.
—The qualitative change of ether!
Then, the wail of steel erupted again.
The gryphon is ferocious.
Dark purple eyes glowed with cold light.
The iron light slashed forward, piercing through each section, tearing apart sixteen layers of barriers, and erupted with devastating force. Finally, the iron light tore into Ciel's face, shattering the empty eye sockets, leaving a tragic gap.
Blood spurts out.
The once handsome face was torn apart, the red color flowed, and it became painful and ferocious, and the screams were cut off in the severe pain. The remaining single eye was raised. It was hard to tell whether it was despair or resentment, it was just empty.
Like an abyss.
The bones multiplied in the severe pain, and the sound was like stones growing, piercing out from the broken flesh and blood, filling the gap in the eye sockets. Covered in blood, the flesh and blood regenerated, and in the end, only a trace of iron slurry remained. Bright silver formed after condensation.
It was the remaining iron light entangled in the wound.
Those are tears of iron.
Ciel raised his hand, causing the iron light in Abraham's hand to stop in mid-air.
The iron light formed by the ether cluster is essentially an invisible sharp blade formed by countless thought threads formed by "Bolero", infused with murderous intent and subjected to qualitative interference.
Countless "tiny destructions" overlap to form a "huge destruction."
It is enough to cause natural disasters and inflict torture on all things.
Originally, it only needed to scratch a small hole, but countless subtle thought threads would exert thousands of qualitative interferences, causing the body to completely evaporate. But now, even if he has lost the power of a god, the immortality comparable to that of a god still remains in Ciel.
Nothing can kill Him.
It can only wake Him up from the dream of "being born as a human being" and open his eyes.
In his hand, the crystal-carved eye pupil quietly shattered and dissipated into dust, replaced by the glow shining in the empty eye socket.
Like the flame of God.
It was sad anger.
In the high temperature that can evaporate all things, the foehn wind bursts out from the void and sweeps in all directions, melting the ice and snow, evaporating water, and drying up the earth.
Under the gaze of that eye, the sky and the earth turned into a furnace.
In the midst of the fire, the Son of God whispered softly.
"Why is it you, teacher?"
"Do you still like to say such weak things, Ciel?"
The gryphon raised his head, and the iron wings in his hands seemed to be ignited. A hoarse voice finally sounded: "Isn't your determination already clear?"
"yes."
Ciel laughed to himself, staring at the teacher in front of him, his adoptive father, and his enemy.
Cut off the last bit of fantasy.
He said, "Teacher, I'm going to... kill you."
"very good."
Abraham nodded approvingly: "Come on, Ciel!"
"This is your graduation ceremony."
…
Iron light flows.
It was a torrent of mercury sweeping through.
The terrifying power comparable to the Silver Tide appeared again, not the terrifying tsunami that destroyed the world, but the shrill iron light gathered in the hands.
It was as if a burning stream of light surged under Abraham's skin, igniting him and turning him into an inhuman being. He truly became a purple-eyed griffon, and once again became the scourge of destruction.
Even if the enemy in front of him is his child.
What was engraved on his chest at this moment was an unprecedentedly huge matrix.
Inscribed in the format of the Silver Tide, unified by interpretation, the Order was modeled on the principles of the Ethernet, and the relics implanted by the Order for him were awakened.
Heavy ion radiation generator.
It is a precious relic from before the Dark Ages, a unique killing weapon in the world, a monster created purely for killing and destruction, a monster that came into being in order to completely destroy the enemy without leaving a single ashes in the world.
At the moment of activation, the burning iron light in his hands surged, soared into the sky, gathered into a narrow beam, and was sealed in an invisible force field.
Obviously killing is so ugly and despicable, but the light at this moment is too brilliant to look directly at!
It was the ether accelerated to the speed of light, carrying the torrent of ions that remained after matter was shattered to its limit. It is not only limited to the shallow material world, it is even supported by the ether, getting rid of its original limitations, rushing from the higher dimensions, destroying all music theory here.
This is the only weapon that can threaten the sacred cauldron. In front of it, both the three pillar gods and the three sages are as fragile as bubbles.
The first-generation Red King once took away the sealed weapons from the arsenal in order to prevent mankind from annihilating itself in the battle, and now it appears again in the world.
Weapons powerful enough to kill God are in the hands of those powerful enough to kill God.
—To completely destroy the descending gods!
Ciel closed his eyes.
Behind him, the phantom of Eden reappeared, and countless elements emerged and gathered from the kingdom of heaven. With the opening of those eyes, countless movements flashed through the phantom, whether they were the movements secretly inherited by the three kings or Or music theory that had been discontinued, seemed to rise from the etheric realm with his thoughts at this moment, and then quickly dissipated.
In the end, there was only one left.
It was a melody inherited from the King of Yellow. Originally, no one except Ye Qingxuan could master the movement. It came from the core music theory of the Requiem.
"The Day of Wrath"!
The crystal sword filled with pure killing intent proliferated from Ciel's hand. When he held it in his hand, it seemed as if the brilliance of the whole world had gathered here.
But the sword blade was no longer clear and transparent, but turned into pitch black.
The abyss lies within.
A terrifying force unparalleled even by the authority of the Yellow King descended upon him.
The terrifying wave formed swept the entire world in an instant, and even as far away as the Holy City, one could observe the terrifying flames like exploding stars.
Blades clash.
The aftermath ripped through the sky.
The string of gravity was broken, and the earth that lost gravity cracked and cracked. Countless sand and stones broke away from the self-propelled plates, rose into the sky, danced and burned in the wailing melody, and finally turned into fire rain and fell towards the earth.
It was as if the end of judgment described in the holy scriptures had arrived.
As a result... Ciel was suppressed.
He was completely suppressed by the person who knew him best.
The god-slaying weapon did not disappoint its unsealers. At the moment of collision, countless cracks appeared on the dark blade of wrath, but it did not fall apart as expected.
What sustains its existence is not ether, but dark despair and burning madness.
The iron stream beam moved, and the crazy flames wrapped around it exploded all the time, turning into high temperature, burning Ciel's face and half body.
But during the burning, the tragic body quickly regenerated, with a sacred glow flowing on the jagged bones.
He is immortal.
Unless all tissues are completely evaporated from the inside out in an instant, anything that cannot kill Him will make Him stronger.
At that moment, in the flames, the ignited face lifted up with a hoarse voice:
"—Teacher, you are old."
collapse!
Abraham retreated violently, and a bloodstain appeared on his chest. The rolled flesh and blood were like lips screaming in grief, opening from the broken sternum, vomiting hot blood, twitching, and struggling to breathe in the scorching air.
It's another sword.
From Ciel's unfolded left hand, the crisp sound of prism growth unfolded, and a dark and slender shadow grew from it, slowly expanding, and in an instant, it extended from the length of the dagger to an exaggerated scale.
If the color just now was pitch black, then at this moment no color can survive from the empty outline, like a crack leading to the abyss.
A phenomenon that made all observers shudder finally happened.
It was completely different from the previous movement. At this moment, Ciel was able to create matter and distort reality just by relying on his own thoughts.
Just giving resentment and pain is enough to create this kind of artifact that can tower over the gates of heaven.
No, it's more than that.
That alone is not enough to cover the anger and pain contained in the soul.
This is just a small beginning...
Just above the earth, countless crystal clusters extend from tiny cracks, sprouting like sadness, growing like pain, multiplying like abyss, expanding like despair...
That's the ocean.
Ocean of madness.
In countless deep rainbow lights, pitch-black crystals covered the earth, distorting the reality of this land, easily reaching a level that the Hundred Eyes could only dream of in the past, causing the abyss to descend on the earth.
However, it is a different world that is purer than the abyss, and the wrath of God that is crazier than human malice.
The blood scab turned into crystal clusters, the pain condensed into rainbow light, and despair surged into air.
That scar-like gesture is as if the world has been traumatized!
Malice and pain from the great source sloping out like a waterfall.
Just one thought is enough to send everything to hell.
And in the hell at this moment, the iron flow was swaying, and wherever the two slender light streams passed, all the proliferating crystal clusters were torn apart, and after the earth was destroyed, the hell was also destroyed.
Weapons created out of human malice cannot bring salvation to all things.
But at least it can bring about eternal nothingness.
Before destroying yourself, completely destroy the enemy.
"Old? It's still early, Ciel!"
Under the broken griffon mask, Abraham gasped hoarsely. As his palms brushed across his chest, the sound of steel wedged into bones came. The iron light closed the open flesh and blood, stitching them together like nails. In the end, whole again.
Then the gryphon's burning wings spread out again.
The rushing iron current tears everything apart.
Turn into a shooting star.
forward.
Cut all light, destroy all power, bury all matter.
Return everything to nothingness!
Only by fighting like this can the value of the purple-eyed griffon be demonstrated. Only by such a situation can the preciousness of Abraham be highlighted.
The executioner who once spent all the power of the nations to select from countless people, the monster entangled with countless sins and blood, finally found his own stage.
Even if you are facing a god, you can still press forward step by step!
In the frenzied light, the griffin's face showed a crazy grin.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Half of his body was covered in blood, with countless scars and cracks, but he was immediately pierced by iron, riveted, and sutured. The sea of despair was also cut open, torn, and cruelly cut into two pieces.
Ling Ciel's expression twisted.
Totally crazy!
"-Do you really want to kill me? Teacher!!!"
Amidst the roar, countless crystal trees soared into the sky on the earth, thrusting spears of resentment into the sky. Despair was growing, spreading crazily, turning into countless dark cracks, closing towards the purple-eyed griffon. go.
proliferation! proliferation! Proliferate again!
But amid the roar, the closed trees were shattered and chopped apart by the rushing iron light!
The iron light is blazing!
Abraham, who was pierced by countless spears, rushed out of it. Half of his body was shattered, one arm was lost, and his broken internal organs were exposed, but his footsteps still did not stop.
Three steps!
On the incomplete griffon mask, the remaining purple eyes burst out with scarlet blood.
Three steps later, kill the gods!
The short distance was spanned.
The iron light was held upside down, raised high, aimed at Ciel's face, and stabbed down!
At that moment, Ciel roared, but his words could not be heard clearly.
At this time, any words are meaningless.
Only endless resentment and anger spurted out from the emaciated body, and the face was twitching and ferocious, as if he had turned from a god into a devil.
The resentment and pain in his hands shook violently, and the dark divine power swept over and flowed, and the darkness of the world gathered here, without any hesitation.
Stab forward!
Toward what he once respected, what he longed for, what he cherished, what he thought was important, what he thought made him risk everything... his enemy!
That's it, end everything!
So, hate and iron collided together.
The fierce light engulfed everything.
The aftermath of the destruction spread across thousands of miles in an instant, and the suffocating pressure could be felt even as far away as the Holy City. The City of Steel screamed in the hurricane.
Countless bells rang.
Announce the beginning of the funeral.
…
…
The fire that burned the earth was extinguished, and the dust obscured the moonlight.
When all the light dissipated, Ciel stood on the devastated earth, lowering his head stiffly and looking at the man in front of him.
He hugs himself.
Let the sword of pain and anger pierce you, annihilating yourself... cruelly from the inside out.
At the last moment, just enough to kill the god, the iron light dissipated.
He stopped.
Facing his own child, he spreads his wings like a dying gryphon.
This is a belated hug.
Embrace your own children and your own mortality.
"It's good to see you, Ciel."
He murmured softly, "It's so good..."
Under the incomplete mask, Charles finally saw that familiar face, so calm, as if he was ushering in relief.
"Teacher...you..."
Ciel turned back blankly, feeling confused and...fearful.
The moment he finally understood.
The moment he finally understood.
The moment he finally realized what he had done.
"Sorry to disappoint you, the Holy City... does not have... an amusement park..."
The old man leaned tiredly on the child's arms and whispered as if in sleep: "I'm sorry, there is... no... place for you to go... I'm sorry, Charles, I'm sorry..."
Just like in the past, he smiled embarrassedly.
Charles, please forgive me.
"What on earth... what on earth is this, teacher!!!"
It was a helpless cry of despair.
Ciel was trembling, obviously like a god, but he couldn't support the insignificant weight of an old man.
Easily overcome by fear, it's hard to breathe.
For so many years, he had been proud of his intelligence and talent, but now, he discovered how... stupid he really was!
Why
Isn't this a simple matter, Ciel
Just think about it and you'll understand.
Isn't this your only weakness
Even if you are a god, as long as you hold an old man hostage, you can bow your head like a dog.
Aren't you willing to do anything for him
Everyone knows how weak and pitiful you are!
As long as he asks, you are willing to run around for his wishes.
Even if you let him kill you, you will only kneel on the ground, crying and asking him to cut off your head.
It's so easy, Charles, it's so easy.
As long as you grasp this weakness, you can get whatever you want.
As long as this is the case... As long as this is the case...
You will never be free!
"Run away, Ciel!"
The old man hugged his child and used all his strength to whisper hoarsely: "Run away far away, to a place where they can't find..."
"Don't come back again," he said. "Don't trust anyone else!"
Just like that, he pushed him away hard and far away.
Because I have already finished saying goodbye.
There are no tears left to shed.
Ciel was pushed away, staggered back, and watched blankly as the old man fell to the ground, cracks appearing on his broken body, and gradually falling apart.
Until his empty mind finally understood what happened.
He wanted to pounce, fell down again, and got up again.
Like a dog, it uses both hands and feet.
forward.
Screaming and yelling words that he couldn't understand, he picked him up from the ground, only to break him even more. He was helpless and cried out desperately, trying to piece him back together, but his fingertips could grasp him. There is only dust.
Until he saw his hands, until he felt he had power.
"Teacher, don't die, I can save you! Now that I have strength, teacher, I can save anyone... Don't die, don't die!"
Like an abandoned child, he choked and begged, cut his hand, brought it to Abraham's lips, and squeezed out the blood.
Blood fell into the dry lips.
But the miracle didn't happen.
The brokenness continues.
He's dying, Ciel.
This is fate's cruelest mockery.
God’s redemption cannot resist God’s destruction. Everything is doomed and there will be no time.
In the trance of death, Abraham seemed to feel the warmth of those hands.
So, a warm smile appeared on her dull face, and she wanted to hug him, but she had no strength and could only lean on his chest.
Just listening to his heartbeat made me feel so at ease.
"Char... do you still have any terrible dreams?"
"No, teacher."
Someone answered himself, that voice was so familiar.
"Can a person still be afraid?"
"No, teacher."
Some people trembled and said they knew how to use it, holding back their sobs.
"Will you still... cry like a child?"
"No, teacher."
That promise was so firm, but why was there water dripping on my face? Are you lying again? Is that what that kid is like? He would even lie to himself that it was raining. It was always like this, making people unable to let go...
But he could finally see what the child looked like.
So handsome, so gentle, so lovable.
"You've grown up, Ciel."
Abraham whispered happily, "That's great..."
This is the last sound before the vocal cords break.
There are still many things he wants to say, many things he has promised to do, he still wants to hug his children, he still wants to live, he wants to find a world he can understand, he wants to attend a wedding, Wanting to hold a child's hand and hand her over to another child...
Want to make them happy.
But now, he felt that he wanted nothing more.
Isn't that enough, Abraham
Is that enough
Isn’t the once empty soul already filled
Have you not found the meaning of life that you once dreamed of
Isn't it a miraculous redemption for an executioner like you to die in the company of your children
Ah, that's enough.
It's enough...
Just like when I first met him many years ago.
Abraham smiled, raised his broken hands, and said goodbye to the crying child.
Fingers interlock, close, spread apart, and finally overlap again.
Before it breaks, tell him...
Charles, I am very happy.
This is the end of Abraham.
Just like that, it disappeared into Ciel's arms.
Dissipated in the wind.
Charles lowered his head and looked at his empty hands, trying to hold them tightly, but he couldn't grasp the last traces he left.
Futile effort, repeated over and over again.
In the end, nothing could be saved.
His father is dead.
At that moment, he recalled Gaius' words in a trance.
"Ciel, death has weight." The cruel voice whispered in his ear: "One day you will understand."
Yes, one day, Ciel.
It's now.
He covered his face and wanted to scream and cry, but he tried his best but couldn't make a sound.
quietly.
This is the final cry of despair.
Paying homage to the collapse of the world, he allowed himself to be submerged by the non-existent river of blood, and watched as the earth was covered with tragic flesh and blood. Deformed monsters sprouted embryos from the soil, and all things began to decay in mourning, revealing their ugliness to him. Nature.
This world... is already beyond cure.
So, anyone is welcome.
Ciel knelt on the ground, wailing silently.
It doesn’t matter who it is.
Please.
kill me.
…
At that moment, the cruel god finally heard his prayer.
The light that burns the world falls from the sky!
…
…
In the distant holy city, the Cathedral of the Holy Resurrection.
The moment Abraham died, the old man in red looked away in disappointment.
When the plan on which he pinned all his hopes failed, he closed his eyes, opened the piano cover in front of him, and pressed the four starting notes with all his strength.
Calling for the arrival of "Destiny".
The majestic movement slowly unfolded amidst the playing of the ten fingers. Such a magnificent melody did not echo any ether, but turned into pure sound echoing.
It just awakened the wreckage buried in the deepest part of the earth. In the cold fluorescence that lit up in the Red King's eyes, countless characters and tiny words flashed by. In the end, only a fleeting line of simple characters was left.
[Verification completed]
At that moment, above the tens of millions of feet of sky, in the sky above the sky, in the night after night, at the highest point that humans today cannot reach, among the countless steel fragments floating in orbit, there was something huge. Spread its wings.
The "god" forged from steel woke up from a long slumber, shook off the armor that was riddled with holes in the impact, and slowly opened it, sixteen black "wings" spread out, aiming at the earth in the distance.
It was the last creation released by the North American immigrant ship before it was destroyed.
A steel satellite that will bring a final end to any war. When fully charged, it can penetrate the stars and destroy an entire world with one strike.
-destiny.
Humanity's ultimate weapon of self-destruction.
Even after waiting for hundreds of years, the remaining energy is less than 5%, which is enough to completely change the continental plates, violently fill up the oceans, create new earth, and destroy everything... If you are not careful, the consequences will be It will lead to human beings being involved in a new extinction.
It is enough to completely destroy the gods!
"God, please send me to hell and give me eternal punishment."
The last Red King closed his eyes, prayed softly, and struck the final note.
At that moment, tens of millions of people were asleep on the earth, unable to hear anyone crying silently. Tens of millions of people were tossing and turning, but it was difficult to detect one person's despair. Angel's golden retriever looked up into the distance, the war in Asgard was still going on, the lights of Burgundy were bright, and the Great Wall of Cathay reversed itself from the inside out, erupting an unprecedented torrent of ether, sweeping the entire world.
Some people are angry and unwilling to fall into a deep sleep, while others get what they want and exact revenge on their enemies. Some people are waiting for the woman who will save them fifteen years later, and some people are looking forward to the redemption of mankind.
Others knelt on the ground, praying for death.
At an overdrive frequency of self-destruction, humanity's ultimate weapon emits a death ray.
Then, fate comes!
It brought rain of fire, earthquakes, wailing, and death.
The earth shook, evaporating everything. The light spread nothingness and disaster, burning the earth, burning the earth within hundreds of miles, and causing lava to flow.
A terrible depression appeared in the earth.
The sky in the Caucasus was burned red by the fire that shot up into the sky. Countless people woke up and knelt on the ground, worshiping this horrific destruction and praying for little peace.
Fortunately, the destruction was over as quickly as it had begun.
…
…
In the long darkness, he could see nothing.
I can't feel my body, and the pain and sadness seem to be far away, in the midst of destruction.
Is this probably death
Is your punishment about to begin
There was a moment of tranquility in his heart, but soon, he heard a faint sound.
"...It's still active. It's terrible."
"Don't be afraid. It has been destroyed. There is still a weak recovery ability, but the nerve tissue cannot be regenerated. Even if it survives, it will still be a vegetative state."
"Want to kill?"
"No, he is still useful." Someone said: "At least, it can be used to destroy another person."
The sound disappeared and he fell into an endless dream.
It's not over yet.