Silent Crown Chapter 578: For the New World (Part 2)
Only an instant, a heavy rain fell.
It's not a drop of water, but a eagle monster that turns into coke in the thunder light.
In a vacuum, all the blood of those demons had long since broken out of their bodies. After dehydration, they shrank and shrank and burned into a mass in the thunder light. In an instant, the entire battlefield was covered by carbonaceous objects.
That is the fall of countless demons.
It's just a prelude, just a prologue...
The cloud of the Iron Curtain collapsed, and the huge shadow turbulent before the slowly rising figure on the battlefield.
The night is torn apart.
Because of the scorching sun.
The frantic and terrifying ether fluctuations completely crushed all the noise.
Charles seemed to be shrouded in blazing light, sitting on the throne of the gods, majestic and full of majesty, not allowed to look directly...even the so-called king of the sky!
The half-human, half-eagle old woman uttered a sharp scream, her wings spread out, and the sky was once again dyed black.
The sky is its wings.
Under the shadow of wings, there is death.
After losing most of her children in an instant, the Scourge · Eagle Wing mother fell into a rage, sensing the familiar and disgusting breath in "1812 Overture", she no longer hesitated, and rushed towards Charles. .
It's a pity that this time, she is no longer facing a saint.
"Sixth Symphony-Sadness"!
So, the sad melody swept across the sky.
The coldness that lies in the deepest part of my heart is like flowing water, strolling gently and lightly, embracing everything in my arms, and whispers about the world, dreams, and pain.
Soon, sorrow was surpassed, and everything was no longer important.
The great happiness has come.
In that hug.
But between the heavens and the earth, what rang out was an extremely painful neigh, just like weeping.
The black rain water falls from the sky like a waterfall.
It is countless withered feathers.
The wings that merged with the sky shattered with the sky.
In the embrace of happiness, being cruelly "disassembled" without mercy and hesitation, and returned to nothingness.
That is "dissociation" above everything else.
Where the sun-wheel-like scepter shines, in the huge area covered by the movement, the terrifying etheric fluctuations are transformed with the theory of music, revealing the cold essence.
That is the essence of the huge gap between the school of prohibition and change, and the fusion of the two schools with great strength. And at this moment, the power contained in it even surpassed the realm of the saints, surpassing the natural disasters!
The night is gone, and the light comes.
Under the sun, all matter, all ether, and all tangible and intangible beings are dissociating and disintegrating every inch, and can no longer remain intact.
Even if it is a natural disaster.
Even the eagle wing mother.
Here is the cold and cruel miracle.
In sorrow, give all disasters an end.
Give all sorrows a peaceful sleep.
Give all despair to redeem.
Death saves everything.
Amidst the painful neighs of the previous actions, the dark wings fight against the scorching sun, and the world is in turmoil.
The earth rips apart, cracks open huge gaps, and the canyon is born.
The wasteland is turbulent, falling, rising, and turning into hills.
The sky is shattered, revealing the darkness of the universe behind it, and the stars flicker, shattering in the struggle of that huge power.
The hurricane swept across the sky and the earth, and the whistling sound blended with the melody of that movement, just like the tragic song played by God when destroying the world.
"Charles..."
Gaius stood on the wall, raised his head with difficulty, pressed his hair, and looked up at the brilliance of the battle against the darkness.
The guard rushed forward desperately, blocking the smashing boulders and the knife-like gale, hoarsely shouting: "Master Gaius, this is dangerous! Please leave quickly..."
While pulling, Gaius stood motionless, like a nail, standing there, just staring fanatically at the scorching sun, even if his eyes were burned by the light.
Until the end, the last cry sounded, and the darkness was torn apart.
The radiant light descended on the earth again.
The scorching sun is brilliant.
In that terrifying flame, Charles' half of his body was torn apart, and burning blood fell from the wound, but he was still majestic. In his hands, it was an unrecognizable natural disaster.
After losing his wings, the king of the sky can no longer fly.
The half body of the eagle wing mother has been dissociated, leaving only the mutilated face and the final shriveled body. She was strangled by Charles' throat and held in his hand, struggling hard, but unable to break free. Palm of the hand.
Charles stared at its face, but his pupils were empty, but his empty sight seemed to penetrate its body and fell on the ground.
In the torn corner of the eye, blood fell like tears.
"Mr. Gaius, doesn't heaven exist?" He murmured softly, seeming to ask.
Gaius was silent, for a long time, and nodded.
"Yes."
"So, is everyone unhappy?"
"That's right." Gaius' eyes drooped.
"This can be changed, right?"
"Sure."
He answered softly, decisively.
So Charles laughed.
"That would be great."
The sanctioning hand slowly closed and crushed the bones, causing the eagle wing mother to scream hoarsely and struggle like crazy.
As if understanding her own ending, the ugly face of the old woman was twisted into a ball, screaming frantically, husky and arduously uttering vague human language.
"I will come back again." It said, "You can't kill me."
"No."
Charle shook his head, "I can."
In the palm of his hand, the flame ignited like a living thing, penetrated into her face, filled her body, controlled her consciousness, extended and spread far away.
Only an instant, the huge source sleeping in the desert and ruins has been sensed by the pair of golden holes.
At that moment, the great coldness emerged from the consciousness of the eagle wing mother. It was an emotion that had never been sensed since the birth. It was what humans named ‘fear’.
The ether, the theory of music, consciousness, life... and everything else were plundered away!
The distorted face of the eagle-wing mother stiffened, unable to move, and even the power of neighing was taken away, and the final remnant quickly petrified and shattered.
Until the end, between the closed palms, it turned into flying dust.
No more traces of existence.
There is no so-called future.
In the sky, Charles roared in pain.
The scorching sun is turbulent.
In that terrifying glow, he bent down and roared, and behind him, a tragic scar suddenly appeared. The ether gathered and turned into slender bones that multiplied and grew, painfully unfolding in the cold air. Come.
The blazing light covers it, like flesh and blood, until finally, the flame is ignited and turned into crimson feathers.
That's a wing!
A lonely wing grows from behind the Shire, just waving it, it seems to cover the entire sky!
Above the city wall, the surviving soldiers looked up at the terrifying light, and slumped to the ground. They raised their hands, covering their eyes, not daring to look directly at the terrifying majesty.
After witnessing all the process, the believers whose reason was completely defeated wailed.
"What exactly... is it?"
"This is a god."
Gaius looked up at the sky, spread his arms, and laughed wildly:
"——This is the **** of the world that belongs to us!"
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When the wailing of war and the loud noise of turmoil replace.
When the bitter scream stopped abruptly.
All things return to silence.
There was a faint cheer in the distance.
Hidden in the basement under the palace, the girls have already left, and the singing and dancing are no longer sound.
Only the king, exhausted in joy, lay on the sofa, tasting the last wine, drunk.
The door was pushed open.
Someone sat across from him.
The king raised his eyes sleepily and looked at him:
"Did you win?"
"Well, victory."
So he smiled, "From then on, will it be a new era? Gaius."
"En."
Gaius nodded.
The king looked at him with curiosity: "What kind of country will you build?"
"Yes, what kind of country?"
Gaius took off his hat, showing mottled white hair and confused eyes: "I haven't thought about it yet, Your Majesty, do you have any suggestions?"
"Ask me?"
The king laughed: "Where do I know?
There has never been a country without roots and bottomlessness. If you want to regenerate from a new world, you can only use old corpses to conceive. Listen to these cheers, Gaius, do you hear it?
Your country is there. "
Gaius was silent, for a long time, and shook his head: "Your Majesty, it is you who sacrificed yourself and abandoned all the people you saved."
"Subject?"
Hearing this word, the king's smile became more and more weird, as if full of mockery: "Gaius, they are all monsters...Don't you understand?
When I was young, my father told me that the role of the king is to lead the people. He told me to fear them, imprison them, and make them fear you...
Only in this way, is the king, the living king.
You have to let them see your strength, your brilliance, your stalwart, and give them peace, food, and work like a god, so that they can tame, forget their minions, and obey your rule...
If one day, you can’t do all this, you get tired, hurt, and fall... your people will feel the pain in the cold wind, they will be dissatisfied, they will unite, Will riot, will turn into a huge monster, holding high the banner of the king's disobedience, and devouring you.
You know this well, right? "
Gaius did not speak.
"Where did I abandon everything and save them? I just chose to die before this."
The king drank the wine, and the strong wine leaked from the corner of his mouth and spilled on his chest, like a flame burning, making his throat hoarse, and his eyes were crazy: "I have seen that day, and people like us are welcoming The ending of —— the nobles will be liquidated, the manor will be ignited, the old Caucasus will be buried in the revolutionary fire you brought... It’s vigorous, great!"
"Then what?"
Gaius asked.
"Then?"
The drunk-eyed His Majesty the King giggled, "The means of production are redistributed, classes are re-established, and after a long period of time, a new country, no, a new monster is born... just as you wish. Isn't it?"
"That's too much, right? Your Majesty."
Gaius seemed to have heard a joke and was amused by the drunken nonsense.
But the king didn't laugh. Instead, he stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar, and drew him in front of him, staring at him with alcohol-burning eyes.
"Compared to what you did to the world, what I said is softer than disgusting, isn't it?"
He whispered hoarsely, "You use so-called freedom and democracy to overthrow the rule of the past, and you want to use a glorious future to lead them through the dark canyon... But the dark canyon is too long, they Can’t wait long!
They only give in and desire, they don’t even know how to protect themselves..."
"If no one reminded you, then let me tell you—Gaius, you are playing with fire and self-immolation!"
"So what?"
Gaius' smile dissipated, becoming cold as iron.
But the king laughed, holding his belly in his arms, very happy: "Look at you, Gaius!
You are crazy, but you are still claiming your sense...
You are fascinated by the so-called future, but you can't see the price of the future! Isn’t it enough that everything you have encountered all the time has not taught you enough!
Your revolution is the most terrible thing in the world! You released it from the cage, and you want to untie the shackles of religion and let it spread its poison in this world!
You promised what they shouldn’t have, and let them manage their country by themselves, giving them false hope that seems to be right in front of them... Maybe you’re right to do it, but it’s a sick world , There should be no right things left!
One day, your revolution will lose control, and your army and your country will become deformed under your pathological ideals.
——Whether it can swallow this world or not, one day, it will destroy itself because of endless demand! "
The king laughed wildly.
The mad laughter was so harsh, like the cold mocking of his body in the world.
He was full of joy, raised his head, and drank the last wine.
Therefore, the last darkness rose up in front of the eyes, hugging him, welcoming him, and accompanying him to death.
At the last moment, he vomited foul black blood, looked at Gaius, smiled happily, and said goodbye softly:
"Gaius, I will see that day eventually, in hell..."
Everything returned to silence.
Gaius sat in a chair and looked at his ugly face because of the poison, as if waiting for something.
But a long time passed.
His Majesty the King said no more words.
He is dead.
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The door to the basement was closed.
"Block it."
Gaius said to the craftsman: "After all, His Majesty, let his palace be his coffin."
The craftsman bowed his head and promised.
He put on his hat, stepped on the stairs, and returned to the vast courtyard on the ground.
On the bench, the smoking wolf flute raised his eyes: "What did our King say last? You don't seem to be very happy~ IndoMTL.com~ It's just nonsense after drunk."
Gaius replied coldly, "Where is your work? Is it done?"
On the bench, the wolf whistle whistled and spread his hands: "Don't worry, after witnessing the power of Charles, those old priests are already crazy.
Soon, Brother Sophia, who is in charge of the Caucasus Order, will bow down at your feet and endorse the miracles that have come today. He also re-advocated the orthodoxy abandoned by the Holy City Cult, and clamored that divinity and humanity are not opposites, but communion...
I don't understand the words of the gods. Anyway, they promised to split with the holy city, unite with the monks in the Near East, and form a new sect.
Soon, a sect that suits your wishes will serve you and shepherd believers.
However, out of awe of the rulers, they want to ask you what is the better name for the new church. "
Gaius thought for a moment, and soon replied:
"Since they advocate orthodoxy, let's call it Orthodox."
"Follow your will."
The wolf flute exaggeratedly saluted, took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and trampled it out. When I was about to turn around and leave, my footsteps stopped for a while, and I turned around and asked:
"Ah, by the way, I have one more question. About the Shire."
"Huh?"
Gaius looked over and saw the laughter of the wolf flute.
He looked at Gaius and asked curiously: "You hold him up to the altar with your own hands. If one day, when he wants to get off the altar, what are you going to do?"
Gaius did not speak.
The wolf flute got an answer.
Turned around and left.
In the sky, endless wind and snow fell again, sweeping through the wasteland and the city, engulfing everything, and covering the old corpses of this country.
Some seeds are germinating under the frozen ground.