Silent Crown Chapter 707: Earth, sky, this world
The world is dark.
The lead-black clouds gathered into an iron curtain, covering the sky, covering the land and ocean of Asgard. The pungent sulphur smell filled the air, making the lungs tingling, and the eyes flushed.
"The detonation matrix has been laid."
"Recheck completed."
"Every department communication is normal."
"The preparations for process 6 are completed, Lucas, report the situation."
The noisy communication rang in his ears, and the burly musician chiseled the climbing pick into the rock formation and climbed to the top of the mountain. He grabbed the sharp protruding rock, leaned on the lock at his waist, and hung himself from the rope.
When I lowered my head, I saw the deep hole under my feet.
That's a rift at the top of the mountain.
Like a scar leading to the lungs of the earth, the huge cave is silent in the deep darkness. In the darkness, it seems that there is a singing voice, and the exaggerated height makes people trance.
He couldn't help but shake his mind.
——If you fall into it, how long will it take to fall to pieces?
"Lucas? Lucas?"
The commander in the communication asked: "Have you heard? Report the situation."
The musician woke up from a trance, and his voice became fuzzy and deep through the heavy mask on his face: "Lucas, take your place, waiting for the order."
"Very good, enter the final inspection process."
The messy voice came from the communication. In the end, everything was silent, only one command remained:
"Detonate."
"Received."
Lucas took the black square box from his waist and followed the alchemists' instructions to verify the direction of the notes. The black box slowly cracked through the gaps, and red fluorescence flowed out.
Drop!
Drop!
Drop!
A sharp sound rang from it, accompanied by the sound of the second hand reversing.
Open the outer layer, remove the safety valve, start the countdown, and... let go.
The flashing red fluorescent box fell from his hand into the darkness, and the sharp dripping sound sank deeper into the darkness, as if falling straight to the deepest part of the earth along the crack of the mountain.
But Lucas didn't have time to take a closer look. When the box was released, he tore off the safety rope around his waist, and the huge force pulled his body to fly out, crossing an arc.
In this etheric chaos zone, his body quickly fell to the safe area along the zipline.
And when he was in mid-air, the sound of dripping chased after him.
Like a living thing, it crawled out of the crack along the sharp rock wall and surrounded everyone's ears. Then, the earth trembled, and a terrifying roar burst out from the crack in the mountain top.
Along with the shaking of the landing place like water waves, a huge amount of dust and rubble gushed out from the crack, followed by a burning red light.
The light is flowing, like water, boiling, rising from the deepest depths, roaring, whistling, gathering in one place, gushing out, and rushing into the sky, as if to ignite the iron-grey sky. .
Lucas staggered to the ground, stood firmly under the support of his companion, turned his head, the black mask on his face was illuminated by the fiery red light.
"God..."
He didn't dare to look any more, just bowed his head and prayed softly:
"...please forgive me."
That is a volcano.
The volcano has erupted.
After a hundred years of silence, the dead volcano erupted again under the guidance of the musician.
Endless high heat gushes from the depths of the earth's crust, following the tortuous cracks, breaking through the **** of the rock again. Immediately afterwards, a complicated alchemy matrix lit up from around the volcano, surrounding the volcano.
The high temperature in the lava is guided by the matrix. Hundreds of tributaries gather as the main trunk, which is converted into new energy and flows to distant cities along the pre-drilled channels.
Soon, the erupting volcano became quiet again, no more lava gushing out, only the top of the volcano was like a bowl of God's wrath, full of boiling magma.
The light of magma illuminates the sky.
The thick black smoke rises like a huge column and melts into the iron cloud covering the sky.
From the bird's eye view, the world becomes so cruel, as if purgatory is reappearing.
In the silence, in the far north, another loud noise burst out.
The earth shakes the mountains.
"It is the direction of the Asmo Mountains."
Someone looked in that direction and compared the list: "The second phase of the project is about to be completed, and we can relax for a while.
One month of crazy overtime work, I really can’t stand it. "
Beside him, a group of charred musicians lay on the chairs, smoking cigarettes, grinning without the slightest demeanor, grinning with white teeth, talking about taking a bath after going home and what beer is best to drink.
Lucas didn't speak.
He was praying.
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In just one and a half months, Asgard has changed.
Under the power of the musicians, one after another volcanoes were ignited, and flames reappeared on the ground, turning into endless energy, driving thousands of arsenals to frantically produce war materials, and countless assembly lines. Of workers stay up all night.
The pungent sulfur scent fills the wind.
The ocean is no longer azure blue, it turns into a sticky gray black in the falling ashes.
Dense smoke rises, covering the sky, no stars can be seen, and the sunlight during the day is as luxurious as gold. What you can see is only the burning red reflected by the lava of the volcano.
There were one hundred and forty scars on the ground, and red blood flowed out of it. The blood was sucked by humans and turned into strength.
Now, humans have power.
How can we survive in this piece of purgatory?
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Asgard Golden Palace.
Among the volcano's guards, on the eternally cold mountain peaks, the huge palace made of gold and iron shines with fire, as if burned red by this light.
Under the Golden Palace, there are countless roars one after another.
It was countless huge machinery that was driven by the heat, running suddenly. And those dozens of lava pooled into a river, evaporating the seawater in the original harbor, turning it into a boiling sea of lava.
In the ocean, there are dark giants bathed in flames in silence.
In the tempering of the flame, the steel giant remained motionless, only silently absorbing the heat from the lava. Among the six pairs of dim eyes, there was a spark called thinking shining.
On the huge chest, layers of huge steel plates, like bones and flesh and blood, splayed like flowers under the pull of the sling, exposing countless complex cables and steel internal organs.
And the throbbing heart of thunder.
In the dull heartbeat, dozens of musicians carefully descended along the sling, maintaining the alchemy matrix around the heart, carefully guiding this inhuman power into this inhuman body.
That is the proof of the existence of the gods, the power flowing out of the gods.
——Odin.
But now, the Golden Palace has been opened, the gods have been dropped into the altar, falling apart, and its meaning has been denied by the new emperor. His divinity has been divided into sixteen parts, and the various clans have been divided, and its power has been Forged into a heart, stepped into the lungs of the giants on the land.
Give the soul to the puppet and life to the steel.
And now, in the icy golden palace, the new emperor leaned on a cane, quietly overlooking the steel giant bathed in lava, with an indifferent expression.
A month ago, when the lame was crowned and enthroned, he declared this to the loyal clan.
"——Asgard does not need natural disasters, we only need to have the north wind."
Now the north wind is blowing from the sea.
Reverberating between heaven and earth, with the atmosphere of war.
Iron-like clouds rose from Asgard, covering all directions.
At the very top of the Golden Palace, the clouds quietly split open, like a scar, exposing the universe behind, and the stars are surging.
Immediately afterwards, the stars were concealed, as if they were substantively dark.
Darkness is surging like an ocean, gathering like living creatures, and you can faintly see countless star-like eyes opening, closing one by one, and extinguishing.
"That is the abyss,"
The sluggish old musician stood behind the emperor, his face pale: "The abyss is being rewritten."
"Has the reshaping of your will completed?" The emperor turned his head and looked at him, "It looks like he has recovered well."
The old musician smiled bitterly and looked at the cracked slate in his arms.
The wedge-shaped notes on the slate are slowly glowing with fluorescence.
"Your Majesty, in a normal sense, I am dead." The old musician sighed, "I am just a reserved copy."
"Then, as a copy, replace your body and continue to serve the empire." The emperor said lightly: "You still have meaning to the empire, and the empire will not allow you to die."
The old musician bows and salutes.
Beyond the gap of the cloud, countless eyes in the darkness have quietly closed and disappeared.
"All traces left by the Hundred Eyes are erased."
The old musician explained to the emperor what he had seen from the lens: "Under the Caucasus’ supply at all costs, the Orthodox Church launched the largest holy prayer ceremony in history, transforming the abyss and transforming the divinity of the Hundred Eyes And the position of God.
After today, the existence of the Hundred Eyes will be replaced by new gods, all power will be inherited by the new gods, and the pattern of the three-pillar gods will be eternally rewritten. "
With his words, the dark eternal night is over.
And the divine light shines from the night sky.
In the praises of countless musicians and priests, the sound of chants filled the space between the sky and the earth, illuminating the dark clouds, and falling on the earth. From east to west, from south to north, the whole world is bathed in this miraculous light.
Above the sky, there is a world shining with all the beautiful light in the world. Among the countless glorious guards, the throne of God emerged from it, and on that throne was a vague figure overlooking the world.
The emperor held his head up with difficulty, staring at the figure overlooking him with sharp eyes.
It's like being an enemy of the gods.
Until the light dissipated and the night sky returned to silence, the emperor never looked away.
"What is that?" the emperor asked.
"Eden."
The old musician replied: "That is the heaven created by the Orthodox Church, the realm created by the yellow spring and the abyss, the home of all the souls in the world."
"Hmm."
The emperor nodded, "That is our enemy."
"Your Majesty, please consider again." The old musician lowered his head and prayed in a low voice: "Now that we have lost Odin, it is quite unwise to start the battle with the Caucasus lightly."
"What Asgard advocates, isn't it the brave and noble death?"
The emperor’s face sank like water, holding a cane, moving his rickety body, and returning to his throne, "For hundreds of years, we have followed the north wind.
Now that the north wind brings war, then we choose war. "
"Many people don’t think so. Your Majesty, Asgard doesn’t have only one voice." The old musician shook his head. "Now, many people are saying,'That lunatic wants the whole Asgard to change with him. Cheng lame is satisfied'."
The emperor laughed, patted his deformed leg, and looked at the old musician: "That's all right, isn't it? Then you will understand that the lame must rely on crutches to walk." /
The old musician was stunned.
The emperor stretched out his hand, took out a brass tube from his arms, and threw it to the old musician: "Look at this."
The brass tube was taken apart, and a scroll was slid out of it. The end of the scroll was stamped with the seal of Asgard and the seal of the Red King.
Staring at the clause, the old musician was silent.
"Since the enemy has his own god, let's find a **** for ourselves."
The emperor whispered solemnly: "From today onwards, Asgard has embraced the cult as the state religion, has aligned with the Holy City, and revised the third, fourth, and ninth amendment bills-the Holy City will become our strength!
Even though the new era has arrived, the glory of the empire will not pass away. The heroic spirits of our ancestors will be with the stars! As long as the North Wind is still watching us, the Asgardians will not fear any enemies! "
With that word, the night sky was re-illuminated again.
That is the light from the holy city.
Thousands of steel towers burst into bells, swaying light in all directions, and pillars of light rose to the sky, sweeping away all the haze.
Under the command of the Scarlet King, the huge steel city once again played its melody.
The door of the hall of relics that had been sealed in dust for a hundred years burst open.
In the center of each cathedral, the prayers of countless believers and priests, among the chants of countless musicians, one after another divine artifact rises from the altar, bursting with light.
As the abyss falls, Eden rises, and a new round of scorching sun is once again ushered in the turbulent etheric realm.
A line of stars rises from nothingness.
The dead saints are re-canonized again.
For hundreds of years, the massive reserves of the Order have been reactivated, and legions scattered all over the world, riding iron whales, came through the clouds.
In response to the call of the bell, the Knights Templar, the Knights of Keeping Contract, the Knights of Mercy, the Southern United Knights, the Brotherhood of Gladiolus, and the Knights of the Hospital, which had risen again after many years of silence, returned.
The iron boots of the power armor stepped on the iron ground of the holy city, and the collision of iron and iron announced the arrival of war.
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At the same time, Anglo, Avalon 9 satellite island, in the darkness and silence, the sound of the countdown is echoing.
"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four..."
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
At the end of the countdown, a roar burst from the center of the island.
The light of countless dragons ignited the night.
Frenzy flames gush out from the darkness, and terrifying power is brewing from it, pushing the huge iron and steel creation in the center of the venue to rise, toward the sky, as if soaring, a little bit of breaking free from the shackles of gravity, upwards, Up, then up.
The darkness and clouds were torn apart, and the storm and the earth were overtaken.
Fly towards the sky.
Like a giant bending a bow, shooting an arrow of no return toward the sky.
The golden light gushes out from the ‘arrow’, and hangs above the sky as it soars like a miracle.
From the initial slowness to the unpredictable swiftness of the naked eye, after dozens of suffocating seconds, the steel creation has flown to a height that is difficult for the human eye to detect, and it casts a brilliance that surpasses the stars!
The Royal Academy, the central command room, in the long silence, Newton stubbornly grasped the arm of the man next to him, and his five fingers almost pinched the poor ghost into the flesh.
But in a solemn place, no one noticed it.
They stared at the changing icons on the wall, measuring the trajectory of the arrow. In the boring report, there was a heavy gasp, and bloodshot eyes were all over the pupils.
Until the end, even the report was gone.
The sultry silence, sweat fell on the ground.
Until a hoarse voice rang out from the communication, with murmurs and electric noises.
"Hello? Audition, audition, can you hear it?"
The hoarse voice coughed and reported: "I have reached the end of the track, the position is fixed, everything is normal, please reply when you receive it, repeat, please reply when you receive it."
"I hear you, Your Royal Highness."
Newton was too ecstatic, so he snatched the communicator: "Your voice is loud and clear! Report the altitude, Your Highness, please report the altitude!"
"Height...Height...Let me see..."
After a tumbling voice, the hoarse voice read the degree on the altimeter: "940 kilometers, guys, I am at an altitude of 940 kilometers, and the clouds are under my feet~IndoMTL. com~The earth is round... We succeeded, everyone, we succeeded! We succeeded in fixing a giant Harmony instrument at an altitude of 940 kilometers!
——We have arrived in the sky! "
The silence was torn apart, and frantic cheers burst out.
The Royal Academy, everyone is in madness, ecstasy, dancing, throwing the materials in their hands toward the ceiling, hugging each other, screaming, tears streaming down their faces.
Witness the coming of this miracle.
Newton was not so gloomy, he just smiled, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his red nose, and stretched out his palm to the burly man next to him: "Thank you for your help, Master, thanks for the technology and cooperation of the Chainsaw Brotherhood. Without your help, man-made stars have not succeeded so quickly."
"This is the talent of you and your Highness. What we have done is just to provide some information and technology from the old age."
The old burly priest shook his hand with Newton, and said solemnly: "Then, as agreed, we will use this as a testimony that the Chainsaw Brother will form an alliance with Angru.
I hope we can create a real future for mankind. "
Newton laughed:
"That's how it should be."
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Nine hundred and forty kilometers above the ground.
The sky is dark, there is no air, and even the restraint of gravity has become nonexistent.
The steel stars hang high in the universe, slowly rotating with the earth, anchoring themselves in the sky of Anglo, resonating with the etheric net above the earth, and shed the glory of Longwei .
Above the stars, the white hair of the young man floats like waves.
In the silence, he lowered his head and stared at everything.
The earth, the sky, the world.
It's so beautiful.
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