Silent Crown Chapter 785: God

As if looking up at the scourge.

The glowing beam of light that runs through the sky and the earth exudes a warm light.

The hurricane came on, with the harsh wind pressure and high temperature, and it was suffocating.

Paganini stood on the ruins of the Golden Palace, gazing at the boiling sky, countless lights dancing, and then, the stars fell like rain. The turbulent ocean of light covered the sky, and along with the fall of the Holy Spirit, the broken scepter passed through the tyrannical depths of the ocean, like stars falling toward the earth.

Wherever he passed, there was a fiery glow of life burning away.

Gradually falling, gradually dissipating, until finally, those who lost their track between the sky of light and the dark earth, only a cold and solemn light band remained in the air.

It's like a tombstone.

There was a voice coming from far away, echoing in Paganini's ear, it was a wolf flute.

"The latest news, Asgard has bound the Moon of Silence."

"Although it was unexpected, it is not impossible." Paganini whispered to hell, "After losing the Hundred Eyes, the great source of no fighting no longer needs the brake valve, although it is against the three pillars. , But it has survived in name almost long ago.

The Moon of Silence, which has no meaning, and Asgard, which has no meaning, are, in a sense, a perfect match. "

"Although this is the case, the old man is worried that it will affect the fighting in the Golden Palace."

The sound of the wolf flute did not fluctuate, "I suggest you be prepared. When necessary, Anubis will pick you up and retreat first."

"No need."

Paganini categorically refused, without considering the possibility of retreat, "We don't need to worry about the plan of the bereaved dog. How can the silent moon lose its divinity against Eden?

Besides..."

He stared at the radiance in the sky, unable to hide his fanatical look. It was a vision and trust in pure power: "The Charles will never lose!"

The wolf flute was silent for a long time and sighed softly, "I was never worried that he would lose..."

"There are things that cannot be changed, whether you win or lose."

Paganini responded indifferently, "After all, people cannot hide their true nature. No matter how determined and persevering, no matter how restrained and reluctant, people will follow their own essence after all."

He paused and said:

"Just like you."

After a short silence, the wolf flute never got angry, but laughed softly:

"It sounds like I was born to be a traitor."

"Although it does not mean that, but sometimes, many things cannot be avoided."

"Yes, yes, I understand that."

The wolf flute seems to be smoking a cigarette, spitting out annoying smoke: "But there is only one thing, you are wrong."

Thousands of miles away, he stared at the flames of his fingertips in the dark, and whispered softly: "Maybe someone is born to be a traitor, but no one is destined to be a god, Paganini, no one ……"

He pinched the dim firelight at his fingertips, and the remaining sparks jumped up, illuminating his expressionless face.

The flame went out, and the face disappeared from the darkness.

His voice never came again.

Thousands of miles away, the highest point of the entire world, the highest point where the struggle has advanced.

Amidst the mighty singing, the holy spirits, under the blessing of the steel tower, wore perseverance and perseverance, as if the rational spirit and movement have transformed into human beings, showing a cold iron light under the perfusion of the ether.

The holy spirit of steel traveled above the sky, at an incredible speed, and the naked eye could only see the traces of them galloping past.

In the battle beyond the limit of human reaction, every moment is countless times of competition and staggering, and every detail is enough to affect the overall situation.

At this moment, above the sky, every Holy Spirit has given up his independence, merged himself into the grand theme, and turned it into the most basic note in that huge movement.

And in the resonance of one holy spirit after another, the grand symphony rang out loudly.

——The Ninth Symphony!

No other name is needed, even the number is enough to recognize its existence. Among all the ninth symphonies, it is the only movement that is awe-inspired by everyone.

The core music theory inherited by the Scarlet King is the ultimate power composed of countless holy spirits, except for "Destiny" that mortals cannot see.

If destiny represents the unpredictable divine will and punishment, then the ninth symphony at this moment is the truth of the world, and countless elements represented by the holy spirit are gathered under the same theme and turned into pure power.

Praise with this, sing with this.

This is a victory for man!

In the music theory of the Ninth Symphony, the power of countless holy spirits has long been merged into one. Although the Scarlet King has not come here personally, it is no different from making a shot in person.

Thousands of miles away, the city of steel hummed loudly, and countless towers came from one after another. The sound of hymns singing seemed to extend from the distant past to the distant future, and carry through the present.

The cult that has dominated the old world for hundreds of years now reveals its own heritage.

Under the echo of countless holy spirits, the power of the sacred cauldron has now descended on the sky of Asgard, like an iron rod hitting the ice, and amidst the roar, cracks appeared in the projection of Eden. .

The power of the whole world gathers here, using countless holy spirits as the carrier to outline the grand trace of the Ninth Symphony.

With the formation of the Ninth Symphony, under the impact of the Iron Holy Spirit, Charles' response was immediately cramped, and it was difficult to be as smooth and easy as before.

"The anger of the old man is terrible..."

He stared at the sacred cauldron above the sky, and under the body, thousands of burning rays of light traveled through the flesh and blood, as if he was about to dissolve and merge into this own light.

That is a jaw-dropping divinity, a power that surpasses Odin dozens of times, and is completely different from that kind of man-made thing.

Even if it is filled with blood, it is still pure and dirt.

Born from the body, but completely natural.

As if born like this.

The loud sound of countless bells suddenly burst, and the power of the sacred cauldron once again shot down, making Eden, the deepest part of the etheric realm, suddenly tottering, and the cracks spreading wildly.

The light shuddered, and it went out under the pressure that had increased ten million times in an instant.

The sky lost its color, and Charles fell from the sky amidst the roar. In an instant, he fell to the collapsed block, smashed the burnt house, and fell into the ashes.

The sound of screaming sounded from under the shattered tiles.

"Anyone who even carried a sneak attack?"

Charles coughed embarrassedly, turned his head, and saw the children curled up together, the children who had nowhere to hide, looked at him with panic eyes.

The blood on his face has already dried up.

"Uh...hey, how are you guys? I'm sorry, I broke your bed..."

He smiled awkwardly, drained his hair and ashes, got up from the ground, "Don't be afraid, it's over immediately."

The children moved back a bit, afraid to approach.

That is fear.

Charle was stunned, turned his head and saw the broken mirror on the broken wall, but did not recognize who the person in the mirror was.

He lowered his eyes sadly and apologized softly to the children:

"Sorry."

The wings spread again, and he rushed into the sky again, not daring to look at those eyes again.

At this moment, with the hoarse horn sound, dozens of holy spirits dissipated, and the horn hanging high above the sky burst together with the sky.

The big scarlet star emerged from the rift in the sky.

——Daxing Yinchen!

Along with the killing intent from the holy city, a melody that everyone is extremely familiar with is played from the Holy Spirit.

""Equal Law"?"

Paganini was stunned.

This is the foundation of all musical rhythms that all musicians must study during their apprenticeship, even the melody that children are familiar with, created by the first generation of the King of Youth.

The law of equalization!

Immediately after that, at that moment, silver glow rushed from the end of the sky, endless magnificence shining on the silver-white waves, wherever it passed, everything was silent, everything was intoxicated in this beautiful In perish.

It was a natural disaster...

Scourge·Silver Tide!

Along with the wave of destruction made by countless steels, a storm is set off between the sky and the earth, the white color spread from the gale, and the silence of death is full of wind wailing and screams.

Holy White Storm!

Blood water dripped from the sky and turned into torrential rain. The scarlet rain water burned like flames, as if to corrode and submerge everything, annihilate and in the blood, turning the earth into a desert.

Blood scorched earth.

In the middle of the earth, countless soils were turned, and the eggs gathered by the fierce poison broke open, forming migratory locusts that were not living creatures. They kept flapping their wings and rising up like a green mist. Rise.

Abaddon locust plague...

With the emergence of the big star Yinchen, the unimaginable destruction of mankind was thrown into the world, given a shape, and running on the earth.

That is the end above everything else, the reason why all the aliens are named natural disasters.

That is...

"Eight Phenomenon?"

Behind Paganini, the musicians' faces were pale, and they could hardly believe what they saw.

"Why... is it like this? Can the Holy City control the eight phenomena?"

"Why not?"

Paganini asked indifferently, as if seeing a group of children making a fuss, "Isn't it supposed to be like this? If there is no such power, how can they control the world?"

Although there had been speculations in his mind, his expression became more and more gloomy at the moment.

I am not worried about whether the Shire can cope with it, but worried about the impact from other sources...

And at this moment, his most uneasy thing finally appeared.

Gaius’ voice came.

"Paganini, retreat."

His tone was calm, but there was no room for rebuttal and opposition. He just gave a pure order and finalized the result of the battle. But it made Paganini's heart furious.

Retreat?

Why retreat?

Why should I care about others?

Didn't you see it? The real battle has just begun now! The war between gods and humans is about to be determined!

You want to retreat?

He gritted his teeth, but couldn't disobey Gaius' orders. He could only restrain the anger in his heart and convey Gaius' will to the Charles.

"Retreat, Charles."

He squeezed a voice from between his teeth, hypocritically not even believing himself, "It doesn't make any sense to fight anymore."

As he expected, Charles did not move.

Just looking at him.

"Let's go, what will happen here?"

"Who knows?"

Paganini said calmly, "The crust below the Golden Palace is very unstable. If left alone, after volcanic eruptions and natural disasters, this place will probably become one of the deepest lakes in the inland."

"Oh."

Charle nodded, there was no more sound, he just turned his head and stared at the huge city shrouded in destruction.

The gushing ecstasy in his heart made Paganini want to dance. He stared at the Shire ahead, suppressing the strong impulse, waiting for Shire's response.

Until Charles turned his head and asked softly: "Paganini, do you have a mirror there? I feel a little dirty..."

Although she didn’t understand Charles’ thoughts, a female musician reached out to her pocket and wanted to pass the mirror to him, but as soon as she touched the mirror in her pocket, she saw the coldness cast by Paganini Look.

The inhuman anger and ferociousness...

She was stunned, afraid to move.

Only Paganini turned his head, no more hideousness, a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, and he bowed his head respectfully to Charles: "No need for mirrors, your Royal Highness today is majestic and flawless."

"Really?"

Charles smiled.

That's great.

I shouldn’t be feared by those kids now, am I?

"Don't be afraid, everything will be over soon."

He stared at the city wailing in destruction, whispered softly, and spread his arms.

So, the light of Eden once again emerged from the etheric realm, and it was reflected here. Following his will, the kingdom of heaven descended here.

With his determination, an unprecedented fiery glow emerged from his eyes~IndoMTL.com~It was divine.

The divine nature is burning, sublimating, becoming an infinite power, reaching the highest point of the world, returning to the empty kingdom of God, and controlling all things.

At that moment, Charles turned into the purest light, illuminating the deep abyss.

"There must be light."

He whispered softly, shed light on the world.

Under the light, all things solidified, all will and spirit bowed their heads, trembling, and frightened, subdued by the deterrence of this majestic god, involuntarily bowed their heads, and bowed down to this supreme ruler.

Under the light of the miracle, the music theory of the Ninth Symphony was turbulent and roared.

At this moment, the movement that represents the victory of man is under the pressure of divine will to emerge a fissure, the spirit of countless holy spirits is shaken, the flame on the scepter is like a candle in the wind, dimly beating, struggling, but It is difficult to escape the control of the glow.

At that moment, the mighty bells burst from Charles's fingers.

The power of the Ninth Symphony collapsed, and countless holy spirits flew out of it. No matter how hard it was to resonate, the whole was crushed into scattered sand. It is as if the legendary tower of the sky broke.

People's settlements are broken up, no longer a whole.

At this moment, the light shines all over the world.

Charle opened his eyes.

There is no weak compassion in the eyes, but empty, vast as the darkness of the universe after the sky, full of magnificent stars.

God, finally came!

At that moment, the King of Huang in the distance sighed softly, Ye Qingxuan clenched the hilt of the sword, gritted his teeth, restrained the fury in his heart, and closed his eyes.

"Ah! Ah! Detestable god!"

Paganini looked up at the radiance, with a complex and terrified expression, but under the incomparable power, tears burst into his face, "Now you, finally appeared on the earth!" 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone’s reading academy