Silent Crown Chapter 769: Compassion and cruelty

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At the moment when the projection of Eden appeared, Paganini took out the broken stone plate from his arms and held it high.

The wheel of balance!

At that moment, a torrent of ether spewed out from it, setting off the elements, intertwined into a phantom of a huge runner. With the rotation of that phantom, the separation between the ether and the material world was broken, and the high-level dimensions and The dimensions of human cognition overlap again.

In an instant, endless power gushed out from the depths of the etheric realm, crushing all of Asgard’s defenses, and even the Golden Palace barrier had not even reacted, and it dissipated under this destructive force. .

The realm of Eden descended from heaven.

In the mighty chant, Charles endured the intense pain in his body, screamed up to the sky, the bones on his back grew suddenly, and a lonely wing spread out from behind, covering the world.

Under the brilliant light and wings, all the ether fluctuations were crushed. All the Asgard musicians who were about to play trembled violently, vomited blood, and turned pale.

Under the coverage of Wings of Natural Disaster, all ether fluctuations are forcibly smoothed out.

This is a unilateral shackle, and in the blessing of Eden, all Asgardian musicians exploded with power far beyond the past. In a flash, it tore the outer defenses of the Golden Palace and eroded inward. .

"Move faster! Leave everything alone!"

Paganini supported the huge consumption of the balance wheel, and urged: "Don't give the holy city any reaction time, otherwise..."

Before the words fell, beside him, a Caucasian musician suddenly turned around, and the ready-to-change movement pushed Paganini, the fiery wind swept, and the terrifying destructive power exploded in an instant.

No one expected that their companions would rebel brazenly and attack Paganini.

Except for Paganini.

The fire and hurricane dissipated in an instant, and the anti-water musician had been put in the hands of Paganini, and he didn't know his life or death.

"It's three hundred and ten years too early to use this trick against me."

Paganini sneered, recalling the experience and lessons he learned when he betrayed the Holy City three hundred and ten years ago, and looked down: "Are you right? Your Excellency Chopin..."

No one responded.

I don't know when, above the dark sky, there is already a full moon hanging high. Under the moonlight, everyone's expressions became shocked.

Chopin...

"Keep your mind, don't give him any gaps to take advantage of." Paganini coldly ordered: "Abandon the Golden Palace and find Chopin first, otherwise our actions will not start at all!"

Saint Chopin.

The youngest one of the saints who have survived, and a member of the most rebellious doomsday faction in the holy city, all day long hustling about the day of destruction is coming, God's judgment and relief are coming, and the world will be buried in fire. He doesn't look serious, and is looked down upon by everyone, even if he never shows it face to face.

Chopin knew this well, even he knew exactly what the guys were thinking.

It is precisely because of the power represented by the bright moon hanging high in the sky at this moment.

The inheritance of Saint Chopin.

"Moonlight Song"!

If the scorching sun is used as a metaphor for the dramatic changes in matter, then in any sect and academy, the moon phases represent the source of consciousness and soul.

If the sun is life, then what the moon represents is an empty soul.

Take the Moonlight Song as the inheritance, what Chopin has mastered is the psychology school of the dark side that controls the mind and consciousness of the order for hundreds of years.

Of all the saints, with the frontal combat ability, almost everyone can hang him with one hand. Of course, this is also related to the contemporary Chopin’s lack of bother to spend his time on other schools, but if you don’t use the frontal defeat of the enemy as As far as the goal is concerned, then no one can beat Chopin.

The Hundred Years’ War between Burgundy and Anglo just ended, the most important reason is that Chopin arrived at the border where the two sides were fighting. Under the moonlight, the two sides lost their fighting spirit, if it weren’t because the musicians on both sides tried their best to defend. I am afraid that everyone will be thoroughly brainwashed by the canon and become a member of the doomsday faction of the order.

In fact, almost all members of the Doomsday Sect of this generation come from this way...

If it were not for the attainments of the psychology school, he would not be sent to the market as a ‘fuse’ just because the church wanted to guarantee the ending of Schubert’s ‘sacrifice’.

Unfortunately, in the end, Schubert chose sacrifice and redemption according to his own will. He never resisted his mission, nor did he come in handy.

His presence here at this moment is undoubtedly a preparatory measure made by the cult in advance. He does not ask him to defeat the enemy, as long as he can delay time, it is enough.

In just a few seconds, several musicians couldn't control themselves, and they were controlled by the moonlight song.

Fortunately, Paganini is also clear about this. The two people are bright and dark. At this moment, under the confrontation, they even use the consciousness of all the musicians present as the chessboard to fight each other in the air.

Everyone feels that the mood is up and down, and it is difficult to hold on to it.

Soon, Paganini looked at the chaotic city below: "He hides below, find him out!"

Looking at the brightly lit city below, almost millions of people, trying to find Chopin... it's hard to get to the sky.

Paganini sneered softly, seeming to have found a solution.

As if guessing his thoughts, Chopin's helpless voice sounded.

"With me here, your raid is totally meaningless. Why don't you flash people before the order does not respond? So you are fine, and I am relaxed here... It’s good for everyone."

"Are you kidding?"

Paganini asked: "If you are really compassionate, it is better to remove the moonlight, which is also a good thing for unrelated people."

"Why is it so cruel?" Chopin sighed bitterly, "You... don't even have any mercy?"

"You forced me."

Paganini did not waver, "You use them as your shield, why do you expect them not to fulfill their mission?"

Speaking, he looked at Shire.

Charl looked at the messy crowds below. There were millions of people in the whole city, and their hair was tingling. Finding Chopin from it was like looking for a needle in the sea.

But in desperation, he could only stretch out his hand and press it towards the void.

Soon, with Charles's movements, a soft melody sounded, as the gentle song of water passed, and the people on the street fell into a deep sleep one by one.

But soon, the gentle singing was interrupted by a tragic scream.

The flames rose from the ground, engulfing an urban area, as well as the civilians who were asleep.

Charle raised his head in astonishment and looked at the musicians beside him. Those musicians played indifferently the changing movements they could master, and threw them towards the city below.

Soon, the roar sounded one after another, the fire engulfed a block, and the tragic cry and scream rose from the ground, trembling with the dust, and finally returned to the fire.

Paganini stared coldly at the flames of destruction rising below, without wavering.

"What are you doing!"

Charle stared at him angrily, "Are you crazy! They are all civilians!"

Paganini stopped him with a solemn expression, "Hypnosis is too slow, and it is easy to be fished by Chopin in troubled waters, Charles, don't waste time.

The victory or defeat of the war is pinned on our mission. If we fail, hundreds of thousands, millions of people will die in the war, just like you see..."

Charle looked at him blankly, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

His pupils were ignited by the flames and destruction on the ground and burned to red.

Like an illusion, the long-lost wailing sounded again, but this time it was not an illusion, but the real reality, happening right in front of him.

Countless people are dying.

He saw it again, those wailing souls emerged from the ashes, riding on the wind and smoke, rising from the ground to the sky, and disappearing into the glow of Eden.

It's like ascending to heaven.

He pressed his forehead hard, endured the sharp pain from the hallucinations, and roared.

"Come out, Chopin!"

Charles roared at the city below: "Get out!"

"Sorry, my son of God, I don't want to die yet." Chopin sighed in response, "Although the day of destruction is near, I still think... it's better to die later."

Although he is also a heart music player, compared with Ye Lanzhou, who was the most outstanding at the time, the two people are almost at two extremes. Chopin never hides his humbleness and rickets.

"This is my mission, just like you have your own mission." Chopin said lightly: "We have no choice."

At that moment, in a ruined block, Chopin's figure emerged.

In a flash, it was locked.

Charl clenched his five fingers, his face expressionless, the elements of Eden moved, lowering punishment.

Facing with the radiance enough to burn him to death, Chopin heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the black dust from his face, and sat down on the ground.

Boom!

The roar burst out, it was the sound of the sea of ​​the ether surging back.

On top of Paganini's head, the rotating projection of the wheel of balance stopped abruptly, and the overlapping part of the etheric and material worlds began to shrink rapidly, making Eden sway and unsustainable...

In an instant, all communication between the physical world and the etheric world was completely blocked.

Except for the Shire.

In other words, once you leave the Shire a few meters, you will be knocked down to the level of a formal musician.

Faced with the sudden blockade, the wings of light that covered the entire sky still spread out, unwaveringly resisting the pressure.

He looked in the direction of the Golden Palace.

In the Golden Palace, a blazing light soared into the sky, shrouded in their heads, outlined as a phantom of the wheel of balance, but in a completely different direction from their rotation.

A three-minute interval is enough for Asgard to activate the cult's balance wheel, which completely separates the etheric and material worlds.

After the invaders lost the power of the higher dimensions, they no longer threatened the Golden Palace.

Along with the blockade of the balance wheel, one after another fiery etheric wave emerged from the void, and the scepter emerged, drawing out the phantom of the saint.

As the giant wind tunnel of the Golden Palace opened, projections of saints came one after another.

Liszt, Mendelssohn, Brahms, Schumann, Tchaikovsky... plus Chopin who reveals his true identity. The six saints descended here, and the super-standard forces that could equalize any country locked the Shire and the others.

Paganini's expression was gloomy, and he forcibly used the wheel of balance to open a gap in the blockade again.

"Let's go, Charles." He said, "The mission failed."

The holy city...found it.

In such a short period of time, I have found so many musicians who can pass on the power of the saints.

Can I only say that it really deserves to be a holy city? It's just that in such a glamorous lineup, how many people are puppets, and how many people are consumables?

Thinking that he was actually blocked by a group of consumables, he couldn't suppress the fury in his heart, gritted his teeth, and gave the order to retreat.

"No."

Charle didn't move, just staring at his enemies coldly.

He took a deep breath and endured the boiling pain inside his body. Instead of leaving along the crack, he pulled out a strange specimen from Eden after the crack.

It's like a frozen flower. The withered sunflower is solidified in amber, maintaining the beauty and brightness of the past, as if it still retains vitality after hundreds of years.

In response to everyone's astonished expressions, he held up the specimen of Amber in front of his eyes.

"I'm still alive."

He whispered softly, "So not yet!"

At that moment, in the Golden Palace, the beacon musician who was observing the battlefield suddenly changed in color.

"Stop him!"

The enlightened musician stared at the specimen reflected in the lighthouse observation and saw its essence: "That's...shadow sunflower!"

In the next instant, everyone's complexion changed suddenly, and regardless of their dignity or demeanor, or even their own physical capacity, they launched a siege to the Shire.

Charle’s information and intelligence are not difficult to find. He even said that his first half of his life was almost popular, and it was easy to investigate. Even when he was in the academy where he liked to eat the king’s meal and where he was caught Beaten up, you can find out where you are drunk and run naked on a moonlit night.

Of course they will not forget the most important point in the data:

This guy has the ability to directly absorb and swallow the body of natural disasters through appearance!

Just like when the natural disaster that struck the Caucasus, the eagle wing mother tragically died...

At this moment, Amber fell apart between Shire's five fingers.

It's as if the essence is passing away, all power is taken away, swallowed, turned into resources, and merged into Charles's blood. As a result, the sunflowers that had been in full bloom for thousands of years died and disappeared into Charles's hands.

At that moment, Charles roared and howled in pain.

In the earth-shaking waves, the light swallowed him, and countless ruinous movements swamped him, but it couldn't hide the thunderous rhythm in the core.

That's the sound of a heartbeat.

The invisible heart is beating in pain, absorbing sudden elements and strength, melting music theory, devouring ether, and turning it... into wings!

So ~IndoMTL.com~ Charles screamed in pain in the crisp sound of bone growth.

Amid the dissipated light and smoke, everyone saw it.

On his back, beside the Scourge Wing, which represents the eagle wing mother, a winged bone broke out, like flesh and blood multiplying on it, like a vine growing, and in the end, it was drifting like a shadow And far away covered with feathers.

The wings are so far away, as if they don't exist at this moment.

With the flapping of the wings, the petals of the once shadow sunflower withered from it and dissipated in the wind.

The power that was enough to destroy a city was applied to Charles, but he didn't even damage a single hair, because he is so far away from the world, everything in the world would never touch him.

"Now..."

Charle stared at his enemies and whispered softly:

"It's me."