"Did you see it? Little Ye Zi."
Ciel overlooked the growing paradise, "Soon, everything will end. Human beings will be freed from the torture of the world and usher in eternal peace."
"And eternal death—"
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and cut off the last trace of unrealistic delusions: "I won't let you succeed, Charles, you should know..."
"Yes, this is you, isn't it?"
Ciel smiled.
It was only now that there was a trace of joy and cheerfulness in that smile.
"The compassion you have for this world is far greater than mine - even if it treats you indifferently and makes you painful and sad, you have never despaired of it. So, come on. No matter what you do, I will I won’t blame you.”
Facing Ye Qingxuan like this, Charles waved his hand and generously unlocked all the shackles of paradise, allowing Ye Qingxuan to echo the glow of the Ethernet.
"Perhaps I should isolate you in Paradise, but if you find it useful, it doesn't matter whether you use the music theory of the Sacred Cauldron or the Ethernet, or the power of the three kings. I will fight you equally."
So, Ciel drew out the weapon that contained the power of the gods.
Above the blade, there is no longer the darkness that once existed, nor is there any pain or madness hidden within it.
That is the salvation that shines upon everything in the world.
A sword of brilliance that is so pure that humans cannot match it.
Now, the god clenched his sword and declared to Ye Qingxuan: "If you want to stop me, little Ye Zi, you will be my enemy."
"Then, let me be your enemy."
In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan nodded and stopped in front of the god, his eyes as firm as iron:
At that moment, the throne of the Blue King, the crown of the Red King, and the scepter of the Yellow King emerged from his body. The first, second, and third management authority are activated, awakening the control core far away in the east, and fully activating the sacred cauldron.
Thousands of times the computing power was running in the torrent of ether, and all the power forged by mankind was in Ye Qingxuan's hands, turned into a sword, and pointed at the god in front of him.
"I'll stop you, Ciel."
"I will keep the world in pain."
"If you become a god, then I will kill the god!"
"-If your paradise on earth is to stand in front of me, I will completely destroy it."
After a long time, the brothers who were once side by side finally stood in front of each other with swords in hand.
This is the final showdown.
"very good."
In the endless brilliance, Ciel finally revealed his appearance as a god. The last bit of human weakness in his eyes completely left. He stepped on the invisible stairs and stood high in the sky.
The majestic and grand hymn resounds throughout the world!
This is the melody of redemption.
The chapter that saves everything.
A true Passion composed for God!
What comes at the same time is endless power.
Shaking the sky and the earth, causing the nations to tremble, the oceans solidifying, and even the air shattering. Just running it will bring devastating disaster to the whole world.
Now the power of judgment is in His hands.
"Then, hereby declare—"
That indifferent voice resounded throughout the world, echoing in the ears of all living creatures:
"Paradise is coming."
"The day of renewal is coming!"
"Purify all original sins, eliminate all evil consequences, redeem all sentient beings, and the road to suffering will end from now on!"
"May eternal silence descend here and all things be peaceful."
"This is Eternal Paradise."
"—The paradise on earth!"
At that moment, the gods above the sky raised their swords and slashed down at the last resisters on earth.
This is true cleansing and punishment from God.
Remove the last obstacles and constraints.
Announcing the coming of redemption.
"Paradise?"
Under the divine punishment, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and could no longer control the sadness and desolation in his heart: "Char, what humans want... has never been a paradise."
Eternal peace, a worry-free paradise, a paradise on earth without pain...
That kind of thing has never meant anything to humans.
Because what humans want is never that kind of thing.
Human life is only once.
Decades of hard work, countless hardships and pains passed by in a blink of an eye, maybe it was just a moment before we said goodbye to this cruel world.
Like a wandering phantom.
Nowhere to come from and nowhere to go.
There is only a fleeting spark stored in the countless neurons of the fragile brain.
Because of this, I long for heaven, for salvation, and for something that can give me meaning.
Longing for the soul.
A thousand times looking for the bubble that suddenly appears in the mirror of pain.
Only in this way can we realize the real feeling of survival.
Only in this way can you prove that you are alive.
Just like life comes from fire.
Human beings survive from pain.
Living in this cold world, we gather together due to hardships, separate due to sadness, and move towards the future from pain.
Even if there is only such a faint ray of dawn.
Even if all that is left is hope.
This is the value of survival.
This is what keeps humans alive.
If pain is lost, then everything left, even the so-called "happiness", has no meaning.
From the beginning, the paradise on earth that redeems everything was just a simple dream.
So, Charles...
"sorry."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, opened the box in his hand, and pressed the key that ended everything.
…
There was a moment of trance.
It's like nothing happened.
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and felt the sunset in Avalon shining on his body. In the sound of the market, he saw the young man with his drooped head next to him.
Seeing his sluggish look.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I'm fine."
The man showed his familiar smile and patted his chest, as if he was glowing with glory.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh, "When you were good, you would say such rubbish words as 'Junior Brother, you care about me so much, Senior Brother, I'm so touched', but if you say that now, it's a bad sign."
"Well... didn't the teacher say that I will be an elder brother in the future. But the elder brother has to take care of you. All I can do every day is make jokes, and I can't do anything else. Because I am a loser, you know. "
The handsome young man couldn't help but scratch his head when he said this.
He hid his sad expression and only showed him a smile.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm actually very good. I just don't know where the problem is. Sometimes I get stuck, and I get used to it. I live a decadent life, owe some debts, and often get drunk. … But there’s always a way around it.”
"In the past, I would often feel sad about myself, get drunk, and have some weird nightmares. When I woke up, I didn't know where I had gone. Every time I opened my eyes, I would wonder what the point of staying here was. .But besides here, I have no other place to go.”
"But it's actually very nice here."
He suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked the boy's neck, and whispered softly, as if he had made a vow: "There is a teacher here, there is you, and there is Bai Xi. We are no longer alone. I want to protect them, so this city can become a better place." it's beautiful."
At that time, they were walking on the way home.
Under the setting sun, the blond boy swayed and hummed a vague tune softly.
The sun fell from behind them, casting a shadow of their arms and legs on the road in front of them, illuminating the silhouettes of the two teenagers.
The dim yellow light fell on the waves, brilliant as gold.
…
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was no longer alone.
I don't know why, there are tears left on my face, I can't help it anymore.
He closed his eyes.
Let the light engulf everything.
Then, the light engulfed everything.
…
…
First the sky cracked.
Countless cracks proliferated and extended from the gentle night, as if an iron cone was shaking the sky, trying to make everything fall apart. Through the countless cracks, the cold universe reveals the original darkness, and the stars shine dimly, like a wail.
Accompanied by a roar that seemed like the heavens and the earth were closing together, the miserable white hurricane raged across the world, violently destroying all creation and spreading destruction forward.
The earth cracked in shock, and hot blood spurted out, splattering with fire and destruction.
It seemed that in an instant, everything was coming to an end.
Even musicians who were able to withstand all disasters in the past have become extremely fragile now, and are even far more miserable than ordinary people.
Facing the double impact of the material world and the etheric world, most of the musicians' heart sounds were confused in just a moment, and they could not resist the torture that followed. They could only passively vomit blood in the ether's destruction.
The boiling tide broke free from the shackles of gravity, meandering across the sky, intertwining layers of waves. The whale sang its last song in the violent wind, and soon the song was drowned in the roar.
As the sacred cauldron collided with Paradise, the whole world seemed to be immersed in doomsday.
"End" is like a tide, submerging everything in it.
Whether in Asgard, Burgundy, or Angelo, even the Cloud Tower far above the abyss is swaying and struggling in the tsunami that seems to connect the sky and the earth.
Cathay, far to the east, also faced unprecedented earthquakes and natural disasters.
Fire fell from the sky.
Blood rained down.
In the imperial capital, countless sounds of cracking and collapse could be heard, and the towering palace walls were destroyed by hurricanes.
And in the broken hall that was about to overturn, their emperor was still sitting on his throne amidst the worship and prayers of countless ministers.
He let the broken rocks hit his side, and the dust covered his once shining white hair.
Just clenched his fists and stared quietly in the direction of the paradise.
Waiting stubbornly for the final outcome.
"Char..."
At this moment, even in the distant dark world, destruction is spreading its tyrannical power pervasively. The first thing to bear the brunt is the ethereal world that used to be so bizarre.
Disasters are like bubbles in boiling water, emerging one after another.
I don't know how many huge secret realms were completely torn apart at the first moment of the impact, swallowed up by the storm, melted into it, and merged with the end.
In the increasingly violent impact, not even a single scepter survived.
Only musicians who have prepared several times in advance can hide in a narrow secret realm, frantically repairing all loopholes and cracks, consuming the treasures they have accumulated over the years like running water, in exchange for a moment of respite. .
In the end, he could only turn into a small boat in despair, being swept into the deepest part of the tsunami, and his life and death were uncertain.
And those strange and mysterious things in the past are now like bubbles, melting into the violent turbulence and returning to the ether.
In just an instant, one-tenth of the world was destroyed.
Then, another tenth was destroyed.
The destruction continues, cruelly, step by step, completely trampling all meaning into nothingness, taking away all traces of life and civilization.
Only devastation was left.
It was not until an unknown amount of time passed that the collision between paradise and the world came to an abrupt end in the torrent caused by the destruction of the sacred cauldron.