The first thing I noticed was the "vibration".
The sound of the bees flapping their wings echoed in my ears. The sound seemed to have substance, filling the air, swallowing up all the noise, occupying the only main axis, and transforming towards ferocious and sharp.
That was the iron pillar shaking.
It is going to shake the sea and all the nations and turn everything into dust. It is only in the preparation stage and begins to erode all space in the entire sea area and completely rewrite all the laws of physics.
Immediately afterwards, six hundred and forty-one iron pillars burned red.
That is the bell ringing loudly.
The heaven and earth were resonating, and everything was trembling. After the same movement overlapped for 641 times, it turned into the reverberation of destruction.
Desolate white air waves swept in from all directions. Wherever they passed, the ether boiled, gathered, and collapsed inward, as if it had condensed into a solid body.
That pure and terrifying density brings about a threat that is no less than any natural disaster.
No, I'm afraid it's hard for the natural disaster to exert a stronger power than it is, right
Even if the breathtakingly beautiful mercury wave is changed beyond recognition, if the observation ability can not be shocked by the appearance, one can detect its deep core music theory in an instant.
—Silver Tide!
The Holy City has already secretly mastered the power to recreate the silver tide! It is also one of the eight most destructive phenomena.
It was as if in an instant, the world that countless musicians had taken for granted was turned upside down, and all laws and common sense were overturned.
Since when did the power of natural disasters become possible for mass production
Even the legendary warship condensed by Long Might was quietly swallowed half of its body in the pale air waves that flooded the world. It was only scratched by the edge of the wave.
In the blink of an eye, more than half of the sixteen Concordance Instruments exploded, and half of the fleet formed by Long Wei was instantly wiped out by the direct attack of the natural disaster.
Far away in Angelou, countless sleeping musicians suddenly trembled and climbed up from the iron pool, with blood oozing from their mouths and noses.
On the sea, destruction is raging and death is coming.
But the more the wave of death converges toward the center, the slower it becomes.
Blocked by invisible repulsion.
They enter boundaries that are not their own.
It is a nomadic mountain.
Directly below the Nomadic Mountain, the sea that had been frozen and tortured had sunk deeply, but in that strange depression, there was light shining.
The light spreads around, running like water, resisting the pressure brought by the terrifying resonance, and then... in the sound of steel neighing, the surrounding pressure is released bit by bit.
Countless sparks flew out of the void.
Iron and iron are colliding and rubbing.
Compete with each other.
Even at this moment, the sky is dark and shrouded in clouds. But above the ruins of the sea, a flawless pure white shadow quietly appeared.
The material projection rises from the other end of the mirror. After breaking through the limitations of the mirror, it struggles out of the shackles of illusion, and then... rises into the sky!
—The moon rises over the sea!
Just like Ye Lanzhou reappeared back then, the bright and perfect moon rose from the sea, spreading the light of redemption in all directions.
From the endless deep sea set up by the enemy, the flawless moon was forged. At this moment, it passed over the 641 iron pillars, towered over the sky, hung high between the sea and the sky, shining on the only bright.
Finally, it landed on that palm.
The moonlight illuminated the indifferent eyes.
Ye Qingxuan closed his palms and crushed the moon in his hands.
Countless lights shattered and fell apart at the fingertips, and the perfect moon wheel also showed indescribable poignancy when it was broken.
After breaking the mirror, countless lenses flew away. Each fragment reflected the broken moon wheel, and each moon wheel was a piece of broken light.
Thousands of moonlights shone from the sea to the sky, colliding and rubbing against each other, but erupted into the clang of swords.
The emptiness of the moonlight collided with the iron, causing a sharp and mournful sound.
The moment the moonlight went out, the iron pillar burst into mourning.
At that moment, the six hundred and forty-one large pillars fell apart, as if they were chopped by countless swords, and completely turned into wreckage under the sharp moonlight. The broken iron fell into the sea, colliding with the hard sea surface, and the harsh sound continued. Continuously.
Immediately afterwards, the clenched palm loosened and turned over.
Thousands of miles of ice and sea melted.
The waves were turbulent, the waves swept across, and countless broken waves flew into the sky, turning into heavy rain and falling from the sky.
At that moment, countless steel towers in the Holy City twisted, broke, and fell to the ground, kicking up dust. In mid-air, the musician presiding over the clock tower fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of flesh.
"A small skill, nothing more than that."
The sound of sneers came from the distant sea, and the sound echoed in everyone's ears like a shadow, causing all the surviving musicians to fall to the ground, their faces flushed, and purple-black blood oozed from their mouths and noses. Blood.
The chapter of destiny that was forcibly lifted up by the bell tower was shattered in an instant.
Like tissue paper, it was crushed into a ball in a sneer, torn into pieces, and turned into ashes all over the sky.
"The devil...that guy...does he think he can shake the foundation of the Holy City with this devilish trick? What a dream!"
In the central church, the cardinal who presided over the attack was already incoherent and shouted: "Come, ring the big bell and wake up the Holy Spirit! Take down the rebellious Hand of God... No, he is no longer worthy of this title! This A blasphemy more deplorable and abominable than the fall of the morning star! Blasphemy!”
So, the magnificent bell rang again.
From behind the high wall of the Holy City, burning stars slowly rose, and cold eyes stared at the fleet riding the wind and waves on the sea.
Soon, the stars gathered together like a battle formation. The stars pressed down toward the sea, like the sky collapsing, and countless whirlpools and storms rose from the sea, wreaking havoc.
The huge gravity pulls the tides, shapes the oceans, and creates rapids and thunder.
At the highest point of the warship, the musician who looked out could no longer bear the huge pressure and fell to the deck in embarrassment.
"Your Excellency, they violated the natural disaster covenant and awakened the Holy Spirit!" The lookout choked and coughed at the rainwater in his mouth: "A total of forty-one Holy Spirits came to us..."
"Kill."
Ye Qingxuan interrupted him and looked back coldly, "Leave no one behind."
On the deck, the Grand Inquisitor turned around and returned to the cabin, passing by his astonished subordinates: "How do the Inquisition do things and still need my guidance?"
There was dead silence on the bridge.
Only the young man who acted as the temporary leader of the knights laughed, patted his knees covered with thin blankets, and raised his iron-gray eyes.
"What's wrong? Didn't you hear the order from the Grand Inquisitor?"
He waved his hand and said calmly: "Now, teach the big shots in the Holy City of Yijiao... what is the way of doing things in the Inquisition."
In the silence, he couldn't help but curl up into a sinister smile.
Smell the blood in the air.
As he slowly raised his palm, the shrill sound of drawing the sword sounded from the deck, cutting through the heavy rain, and the iron blades faced the curtain of heavy rain, reflecting the cold light.
“—deus vult!!!”
That was the sound of countless people roaring.
With the wave of that palm, thirty-one ejection tracks burst out with great force on the deck of Nomadic Mountain, pushing the knight in the armor to fly towards the sky.
The stars of fire descend from the sky, and the stars of iron rise from the sea.
The collision of stars and stars burst into roars.
Two hundred and seventy Witch Hammers flew towards the sky, the armor erupted with a sonorous roar, and the iron wings coated with lapis lazuli spread out, tearing apart the heavy rain and thunder.
On the wings, a complex alchemical matrix lit up, exuding a fanatical temperature, burning the wings red, evaporating the rainwater, leaving pale traces wherever it passed, as if countless ghosts were flying towards the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the dragon's breath armor followed the etheric network and came from thousands of miles away.
It was as if there were hundreds of Ye Qingxuan at the same time giving every armored knight meticulous blessings, not just strength, not just speed, but forcibly giving them a power that was not inferior to the blessing from the bell tower.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of pieces of music came out equally and luxuriously, and then, after a short pause, the light of the Sun of God's Wrath clung to every sword!
Finally, blazing halos of light rose from the armored knight's head!
That posture is like an iron angel patrolling between heaven and earth, spreading judgment and punishment on behalf of the gods!
This is a result that the Holy City could never have imagined.
After having the supreme authority over the central core, how could Ye Qingxuan just let it continue to sleep in the dust? With the terrifying computing power of the central core, the Ethernet's power efficiency has increased hundreds of times.
This kind of processing of tens of thousands of movement threads at the same time may be beyond the dreams of ordinary musicians, but for it, it is not even a warm-up!
When the Holy City thought that the power of united countries was enough to suppress Ye Qingxuan, Ye Qingxuan had already grasped the key to unlock the final shackles and completely released the monster of the Ethernet into the world!
As Hermes once said...
From now on, the old authority, the old power and even the old everything will die together with the old gods. In the new era, a new protagonist will take the stage!
And anything that dares to stand in front of it will fall apart in the tyrannical wheels of the times!
At that moment, the sharp blade representing the anger of the gods slashed towards the Holy Spirit, and the brutal fighting began in the sky.
Between heaven and earth, countless blazing flashes of light appeared one after another.
But Ye Qingxuan didn't even bother to observe the meaningless results.
He was just silent, staring quietly at the raging waves ahead, watching the Nomadic Mountain break through the heavy rain, moving forward among the burning and falling stars, crushing all the dust that blocked the way, and heading towards the Holy City.
forward.
Further forward.
Until they broke through the last defense and completely entered the coast of the Holy City, the port and city wall were already in sight!
Then, under everyone's observation, Nomad Mountain slowly raised its bow, and its dark main gun was aimed at the towering steel wall in front.
The City of Glory, which gathers all the essence of the golden age of mankind, has entered the range.
Destruction is close at hand.
It was only then that the emergency communication from the Holy City's Central Cathedral came to the bridge.
Not too early, not too slow, just right, full of the essence of the wisdom of compromise.
Albert's sad face appears from above.
Perhaps in the eyes of the Holy City, this old ghost was the only one who could talk to Ye Qingxuan, but even so, Ye Qingxuan's expression remained indifferent and did not change at all.
There was no anger or emotion.
Just calm.
The calmness chilled everyone.
Albert's expression became more and more depressed, and he opened his mouth several times to speak, but all turned into a sigh. In the end, he tore off his last remaining hair and asked feebly:
"Why is this necessary, Ye Qingxuan? Isn't there a better solution?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him as if he were an idiot: "Why don't you ask your Holy See this question?"
Albert's face flushed.
Fed up with the restrictions imposed on himself, he stamped his feet in despair, "Don't you understand? There is no room for a living god in this world, otherwise everything that humans insist on will disappear, even peace. It is impossible for Gru to give up everything and bow his head to a god."
He looked at Ye Qingxuan and said almost pleadingly:
"Stop it, you will only push the whole world against you."
"Then please stand opposite me, just like in the past."
Ye Qingxuan smiled, that smile was so mocking and cold:
"—I think this is good."
Close hand
Friend, what joke are you telling
Dreaming
Or is it that he didn't take the bloody reality in front of each of you
Unless he slaughters the entire holy city, those mentally retarded and imbecile people will understand how much Ye Qingxuan wants to go crazy now!
After the Great Wall removed the shield and connected to the outside world, the news that Ye Qingxuan had been waiting for for several days and nights was finally delivered to him.
Everything that happened in the past few days overlapped and came to him.
First came the unrest in the Caucasus.
And then there's the end of Ciel.
And finally...the news of Abraham's death.
This was a mocking slap from fate. After he gained power that no one could stop, he lost his teacher.
After losing his family, Ye Qingxuan gained a new family in Avalon, but now, the family members he wanted to protect at all costs have left one after another...
If Bai Xi hadn't been by his side, at that moment the out-of-control music in Ye Qingxuan's body would have completely transformed into abyssal music theory, absorbing divinity under hatred, replacing the Hundred-Eyed One, and becoming the new god of evil!
Unless the Order is destroyed, unless the Red King is beheaded in front of him, unless Gaius is executed, unless the Shire is safe, unless everyone pays the price...
Otherwise, there would be no need for the Holy City and the Caucasus to exist!
"Open the Holy City in five minutes!"
This is Ye Qingxuan’s ultimatum, word for word:
"-Otherwise, the entire Holy City will be bombarded!"
Albert was stunned, staring blankly at those eyes. He quickly reacted, turned around and ran away, sending the countdown to the war to the Cardinal Church.
When the projection dissipated, only the sound of heavy rain outside the window was left on the silent bridge.
Ye Qingxuan reached out and touched his pocket, but found nothing. Just as he frowned, a cigarette was handed over.
"Thanks."
Ye Qingxuan took Watson's cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and frowned again.
It's like solving a huge problem.
He nodded slightly and ordered:
"Forget it, let's start the bombardment immediately."
"Aren't you waiting for the Holy City's reply?" Watson asked, "Maybe you overestimated the strength of those old ghosts..."
"Ah, maybe there will be good news."
Ye Qingxuan flicked away the fine ash and lowered his eyes: "But I just remembered... They didn't give the teacher a chance, why should I give it to them?"
Watson smiled and bowed his head piously:
"As you command, Your Majesty the Grand Inquisitor."
Thus, amid the roar of the rushing ether, the flashes of thousands of scorching suns converged on the main gun.
The melodious melody of "From the New World" resounds throughout the world, running between every wave and rain, as light as a soul, soaring freely, bringing the gospel of the new world to this place.
"Teacher, please look up in the sky."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, prayed for the dull and silent old man, and crushed the burning cigarette in his hand.
When those eyes opened, the weakness and hesitation that belonged to the young boy had disappeared, replaced by something as sharp as iron.
"Notify the entire domain—"
The hoarse voice sounded from the sky, like thunder or a hammer, hitting the City of Steel, making the huge city buzz.
It also brought the announcement of death.
"The Holy City will be consumed by fire this day."
Amidst the piercing sound of the bell, Ye Qingxuan's raised palm fell down, as if he wanted to completely cut off everything rotten in front of him from thousands of meters away:
"—This is the noble revenge for Abraham!"