Silent Crown Chapter 846: The Paradise on Earth

"Did you see it? Little Leaf."

Charle overlooked the paradise of growth, "Soon, everything will be over. Mankind will be liberated 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 delusion: "I won't let you succeed, Charles, you should know..."

"Yes, this is you, isn't it?"

Charles smiled.

Until now, there is a hint of joy and joy in that smile.

"The compassion you have for this world is far above me—even if it treats you indifferently, causing you pain and sorrow, you have never despaired of it.

So, come on.

No matter what you do, I will not blame you. "

So facing Ye Qingxuan, Charles waved his hand, generously unlocking all the shackles of the paradise, allowing Ye Qingxuan to echo the brilliance of the etheric net.

"Perhaps I should isolate you in the paradise, but if you find it useful, it doesn't matter whether you use the sacred cauldron or the music theory of the etheric net, or the power of which one of the three kings.

I will fight you equally. "

So, Charles drew a weapon that contained the power of the gods.

Above the blade, there is no darkness, no pain or madness hidden in it.

That is the salvation of everything in the world.

Sword of brilliance that is so pure that humans cannot reach.

Now, the **** clenched the sword tightly and declared to Ye Qingxuan: "If you want to stop me, Xiaoyezi, you are my enemy."

"Then, I will be your enemy."

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan nodded and stopped in front of the gods, his eyes 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 in the east, and completely activating the sacred cauldron.

Thousands of times the computing power runs in the torrent of ether, and all the power forged by mankind is in the hands of Ye Qingxuan, turned into a sword, aimed at the gods in front of him.

"I will stop you, Charles."

"I will let this world continue to sink in pain."

"If you become a god, then I will kill the god!"

"——If your paradise on earth is going to stand in front of me, I will let it be completely destroyed."

After a long time lapse, the brothers who had been side by side finally stood in front of each other with their swords in hand.

This is the final duel.

"Very good."

In the endless brilliance, Charles finally revealed the face of a god, and the last human weakness in his eyes was completely gone, stepping on an invisible staircase, standing high above the sky.

A majestic and grand ode, resounding through the world!

This is the melody of salvation.

A chapter to save everything.

The Passion Song really written for the gods!

At the same time, there is endless power.

Shake the sky and the earth, make the nations turbulent, the seas freeze, and even the air is broken. Just running, it brought a devastating disaster to the world.

Now, the mighty power of ruling everything is held in his hands.

"Then, hereby declare--"

The indifferent voice resounded throughout the world, echoing in the ears of all living creatures:

"The paradise is coming."

"The day to update Vientiane is coming soon!"

"Purify all original sins, exterminate all evil fruits, redeem all sentient beings, and the road of suffering will cease!"

"May eternal silence fall here, and everything is peaceful."

"This is the eternal paradise."

"——The Paradise on Earth!"

At that moment, the gods above the sky raised their swords and slashed towards the last rebels on the earth.

This is a real cleansing and punishment from the gods.

Sweep away the last obstacles and constraints.

Announce the arrival of salvation.

"Paradise?"

Under God's punishment, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and couldn't help the sadness and sadness in his heart: "Charles, what human beings want... has never been a paradise."

Eternal peace, worry-free paradise, and paradise on earth without pain...

That kind of thing, to humans, has never had any meaning.

Because what humans want is never that kind of thing.

There is only one life in a person.

Decades of work, in countless sufferings and pains passed by in a flash, perhaps only in an instant, to bid farewell to this cruel world.

Like a wandering phantom.

I don't know where it came from, and there is nowhere to go.

There is only a flash of sparks stored in the countless neurons of the fragile brain.

Because of this, I yearn for heaven, for salvation, and for something that can give me meaning.

Longing for the soul.

Thousands of times, I have searched for the bubble that has suddenly appeared in the mirror of pain.

Only in this way can we experience the real sense of survival.

Only in this way can you prove that you are alive.

It's like life comes from flames.

Humans survive from pain.

Living in this icy world, converging due to suffering, separated due to grief, and moving forward from pain to the future.

Even if there is only such a faint light.

Even if there is only hope left.

This is the value of survival.

This is the motivation for human beings to survive.

If the pain is lost, then all that is left, even the so-called ‘happiness’ has no meaning.

From the very beginning, the redeeming paradise on earth was nothing more than a simple dream.

So, Charles...

"Sorry."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, opened the box in his hand, and pressed the hub that ended everything.

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There was a momentary trance.

It seems that nothing happened.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and felt the setting sun of Avalon on his body. In the voice of the market, he saw the young man with the head drooping beside him.

Seeing his languid 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 glorious.

Ye Qingxuan couldn’t help sighing, “When you’re good, you’ll say, “You care about me so much, brother, I’m so touched,” ah, but if you say that now, it’s not good. ."

"Well... the teacher said, I will be the elder brother in the future. But the elder brother is going to take care of you. All I can do every day is gag, and I can't do anything else. Because I'm useless. You know."

The handsome young man couldn't help scratching his head when he said this.

Hide the sad look and show him only a smile.

"Don't worry about me, I'm actually fine, I just don't know what went wrong.

Sometimes it gets stuck and gets used to it. Life is a little bit depressed, I owe some debts, and I often get drunk... But there is always a way to solve these. "

"In the past, I used to feel sad because of myself, get drunk, and have some strange nightmares. After I woke up, I didn’t know where I went. Every time I opened my eyes, I wondered if I was still here. What's the point. But apart from here, I have no other place to go."

"But it's actually very good here."

Suddenly he stretched out his hand, hooked the boy's neck, and whispered softly, as if he had made a vow: "Here is the teacher, there is you, and Bai Xi. I'm not alone anymore.

I want to protect them, so this city can also become very beautiful. "

At that time, they were walking on the way home.

Under the sunset, the blond boy swayed, humming a vague tune softly.

The sun fell from behind them, and pulled out a projection of shoulders and backs on the road in front of them, illuminating the silhouettes of the two teenagers.

The dim light fell on the waves, brilliant as gold.

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For a moment, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was no longer alone.

For some reason, there were tears from his face, and I couldn't help it anymore.

He closed his eyes.

Let the light engulf everything.

Then the light swallowed everything.

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The sky that cracked first.

Countless fissures multiply and extend from the gentle night, like an iron cone shaking the dome of the sky, trying to make everything fall apart. Through the countless cracks, the cold universe revealed the dark original darkness, and the stars were dim and gleaming, just like wailing.

Along with the roar that seemed to close together, the lonely white hurricane ran across the world, violently destroying all creation, spreading destruction, and moving forward.

Broken during the great earthquake, hot blood gushing out, splashing flames and destruction.

As if in an instant, everything is facing the end.

Even musicians who were able to withstand all disasters in the past are extremely vulnerable at this moment, even far more miserable than ordinary people.

Faced with the dual impact of the physical world and the ether world, most musicians had their heart sounds chaotic in just an instant, unable to resist the subsequent torture, and could only passively vomit blood from the destruction of the ether.

The boiling tide broke free from the restraint of gravity, meandering above the sky, intertwined with layers of waves, the whale sang the last song in the tyrannical wave, and immediately, the song was submerged in the whistling.

Along with the collision of the sacred cauldron and the paradise, the whole world seems to be immersed in the doomsday.

The ‘End’ is like a sea tide, submerging everything in it pervasively.

Whether it is in Asgard, Burgundy, Anglo, even the cloud tower far above the sea, they are struggling in the tsunami that seems to connect the sky and the earth.

Aurora in the east also ushered in unprecedented earthquakes and natural disasters.

Flame falls from the sky.

The blood is pouring down.

In the imperial capital~IndoMTL.com~ Numerous sounds of rupture and collapse are endless, and the towering palace walls are destroyed by hurricanes.

In the shattered hall that is about to fall, in the prayers and prayers of countless ministers, their emperor is still sitting on his throne.

Let the broken stones hit her side, and the dust covered her once glorious white hair.

Just clenched his fists and stared quietly in the direction of the paradise.

Waiting stubbornly for the final outcome.

"Charles..."

At this moment, even in the distant world of darkness, destruction is swaying tyrannical power pervasively. And the first to bear the brunt is the etheric realm, which is strange to the sun.

Disasters are like blisters in boiling, one after another.

I don’t know how many huge mysteries were completely torn apart at the first moment of the impact, engulfed by the storm, melted into it, and integrated with the end.

In the increasingly violent impact, ten scepters have survived.

Only musicians who have prepared more than several times in advance can hide in the narrow secret realm, frantically repair all loopholes and cracks, and consume the treasures accumulated over the years like running water, in exchange for one An instant gasp.

In the end, he could only despair into a small boat, and was involved in the deepest part of the tsunami, life and death unpredictable.

And those weird and mysterious in the past are like a bubble at this moment, dissolving in the tyrannical turbulence and returning to the ether.

In just an instant, the world was destroyed by a tenth.

Then, it was destroyed by a tenth.

The destruction is still going on, cruelly going on, step by step, all meaning is completely trampled into nothingness, and all traces of life and civilization are taken away.

Leave only devastated.

Until not knowing how long, in the torrent of the destruction of the sacred cauldron, the collision between the paradise and the earth came to an abrupt end.