Silent Crown Chapter 847: New World

The giant tree of light that occupied the entire Caucasus wailed.

The scars of horror emerged from it, flowing out like a torrent of blood.

The light representing the gods swayed from the sky above the sky, flickering dimly, until finally, accompanied by a cracking roar, it dissipated completely.

A tragic fissure emerged on the paradise of the world.

After penetrating the entire axis, it was completely penetrated from the inside out, completely destroying its foundation and structure, and completely destroying the eternal and silent kingdom of heaven.

In the disintegrating paradise, all the glories that were once completely collapsed.

The earth was swallowed by flames, the river evaporated, and the souls of all the dead were dissipated in the swaying shadows. The paradise that was once enough to make anyone fascinated has completely shattered.

And the **** was nailed in the very center of the rift.

Let the sword penetrate his body without any resistance.

Just smiling, staring at the enemy in front of him, waiting for the coming relief.

However, the blade stopped abruptly.

Before destruction comes.

As planned.

Without any concern that he might be destroyed by a blow from the gods, he made the same choice as Abraham in the past.

"Sure enough, you just... want to die, right?"

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan stared at the blood-covered face, and sat down wearily on the ground: "Do you want to die in my hands like this, Charles?"

"Is this bad?"

Charles stared at the cracked sky and whispered softly: "This is the best ending, isn't it? This world doesn't need gods... I knew it from the beginning.

As long as I live, all values ​​will be vanished. "

"...This world, I don't need me."

He finally showed a real smile, as weak and soft as he used to be.

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

He lowered his eyes sadly.

"Stop being like a child, Xiao Ye Zi, don't hesitate anymore."

Charle spreads his arms as if embracing a collapsed paradise, welcoming the end: "It's okay to have mercy on me and do what you should do.

Come on, kill me, and save your world. "

So Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, squeezed the hilt of the sword, and drew the blade from the crack in his chest.

The burning afterglow rises high, like the afterglow of heaven.

Illuminated Shire's broken smile.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

At that moment, a crack emerged from the blade.

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the weapon capable of killing the gods was broken, and thousands of fragments were flying in the air, glowing with a crisp lingering sound.

In the hand where the blade was cut, crimson blood flowed from the wound and fell on Shire's face, with a rusty breath.

"Charles, I am not here to save the world--"

He said, "To save you."

From the wound on that palm, countless ethereum crystals emerged, tiny like dust, but complicated as the world is moving.

That is something borrowed from Bai Xi, an alchemy matrix engraved in the blood.

The deep aria flows from it, quiet and distant.

Among the inextricable lines of thought, they are intertwined in one place, weaving the embryonic form of the soul.

The dim light of the candlelight glowed from it, reflected in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, as if to illuminate the dark world.

"So, endure the pain, Charles, this will never be the last time."

He spread his palms and shed the light of salvation on the son of the gods in front of him:

"——I will not allow you to die alone."

In the silence, the dim light of the candlelight fell from Ye Qingxuan's hands, tracing a straight track, and submerged into Charles's chest, disappearing into the scars of the sword blade.

At that moment, a hoarse scream burst out of the god's mouth.

It was the turbulent roar of heaven and earth.

Pure flames burst out of Charles's body, sweeping like a torrent, engulfing the broken paradise wherever it passed, lighting the paradise on earth, burning everything in this sorrow.

That is flame and pain.

He brutally killed everything, dragged the gods down the altar, and caused the kingdom of heaven to fall into the fire of hell.

First, the kingdom of Eden, followed by the scepter, the chapter of fate, and all the principles of music... all miracles and mighty powers are torched in the flames.

After taking everything away, fill the empty body with the original sin of man.

Sorrow and hesitation first, then anger and despair...

Slaying natural disasters amidst the sorrows, people are resurrected.

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In the depths of the etheric realm, the turbulence finally returned to calm.

Countless surviving musicians looked up at the highest point in the lingering palpitations and ecstasy, staring at the collapse of Eden. Above that huge kingdom, countless pillars slowly broke and dissipated.

The huge realm ushered in the final collapse, flying in the far-reaching realm of high-level dimensions, disappearing.

The gods are falling.

With an unprecedented roar, the Caucasus land is immersed in turbulence.

Countless torrents of blood flowed down from the towering book of light, making the barren land after purification again polluted by the world, and returning the once frozen ground and wasteland.

Along with the shattering of the tree of light, countless dusty wings emerged from the Caucasus land, lighting up the dark night, as if to enclose the entire world.

Before they unfolded, they ushered in the disintegration, turning into a flash of stars, and returning to the ocean of ether. Only the distant and sad song is left, pitying the end of the paradise.

The salvation of the gods, a peaceful world, a peaceful paradise...

In the end, it was rejected by humans.

All that remains is the unchanging world.

The stars are still shining.

Those fragile rays of light spilled from the sky, illuminating the embers of the paradise, and the slowly opened eyes, tired and silent, as if awakened from long sleep, unable to adapt to the pain caused by life .

"Little Leaf, will a new era come?"

Charle whispered softly: "Will the wonderful world you expect will really come?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"Will such a world be as full of disputes as it is now?"

"I still will." Ye Qingxuan said: "If this is human nature."

"I believe it is not."

Charle laughed softly. "The dispute... will end someday, right?

Everyone on the earth loves each other, just like in the kingdom of God, there may still be troubles and sorrows, but a long-term peaceful and stable life will enable everyone to face everything upright.

Such a world will come, right? "

He stared at Ye Qingxuan hopefully, "There is a world where everyone can live without hurting others?"

"Well, there will be one day."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and promised him: "On that day, even the new world I created will be abandoned as an ancient thing.

The perfect world will be created from the hands of people a hundred times stronger than us.

That day will definitely come. "

But his words were not answered.

When Ye Qingxuan looked over, he realized that he had closed his eyes.

It's like reuniting a long-lost dream, with a smile, calm and peaceful.

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, took off his coat and put it on his body.

"Go to sleep, Charles."

He whispered softly.

The nightmare is over.

Everything about you has just begun.

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When Ye Qingxuan got up from the ground, his expression returned to tranquility.

Perhaps everything is over.

Perhaps, there is still a little problem left.

He stared at the last wreckage of the paradise in front of him, his gaze seemed to pass through a material barrier and fell into the deepest part of the etheric realm, watching the distant world where the aftermath gradually calmed down.

Hurry up this last time.

In this silence, he suddenly had a real understanding: perhaps, for the ether...humans are the sudden natural disasters, right?

I broke into this silent world as I pleased, created my own civilization without authorization, regarded myself as the primate of all things, and thought I had everything.

Create, destroy, rise, and perish, interpreting my own sorrows and joys intensively, but I have never asked the real master here.

"Whether it is Dayuan, whatever else."

Ye Qingxuan said softly: "You are looking at me, right?"

At that moment, it seemed that nothing happened.

But in this silence, in the aftermath that echoed in the deepest part of the etheric realm, it seemed that there was a vague response.

The endless etheric sea is turbulent, and with the huge aftermath of the fall of the gods, it outlines the distant outline.

It's like a pair of fuzzy eye pupils, cast a hurried glance towards the world from the time of sleep.

Staring at him quietly.

Listen to his words.

Perhaps, that is the end of all mysteries and powers, the source and destination of all ethers, the great source that mankind dreams of.

Compared with the long time he has experienced, the thousands of years of mankind are just a short moment. The countless rise and fall of dynasties were nothing but a long sleep for him.

Human beings confined to matter have never touched his soul. For hundreds of years, mankind has used the power of ether to squander miracles and disturb his dreams.

So, bubbles named "natural disasters" and "gods" were born in the complex prayers and sorrows.

By now, maybe even he feels helpless and bored?

In this seemingly eternal silence, Ye Qingxuan stared into his eyes and said a request from mankind.

"I want to talk to the world."

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I don't know how long it took.

Time seems to have stopped flowing, and human perception cannot understand its deep flow.

When the first piece of snow fell from the sky, the brief and peaceful conversation came to an end.

"Then, thank you for your generosity."

Ye Qingxuan got up~IndoMTL.com~, stroking his chest and saluting, saying goodbye in human etiquette: "According to the agreement, from then on, the ethernet network will preside over the operation of the etheric realm, completely blocking the path of mankind to the great source. No new natural disasters will be born, and no one will interfere with Da Yuan’s silent and long sleep."

"Perhaps when I wake up next time, this world will be different again, right?"

No one responded to his words.

As the last aftermath in the etheric realm dissipated, the etheric sea returned to calm.

Nothing seems to happen.

No one knows, a distant door quietly closed.

This world has ushered in a new era.

In such a silent way.

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When the faint sunlight appeared at the end of the ice sea, Bach saw the figure of Ye Qingxuan in the distance, the first person to walk out of that barren land.

Bring the final outcome of the war.

He raised his head and sat on the ice, looking up at the silent young man. After a long night, the pupils were all the same tired.

Ye Qingxuan told him: "It's all over."

"Where is God?" Bach asked.

"Dead."

This is Ye Qingxuan's answer.

Seems to understand something, Bach nodded and said nothing.

The two of them watched the sun gradually rising in the distance in silence.

After a long time, Ye Qingxuan finished the last cigarette.

"I'm leaving now, do you want me to give you a ride?"

"No, thank you."

Bach smiled and put the cold pipe beside him: "Just leave me alone for a while."

"Then, goodbye."

"Well, goodbye."

Bach smiled, didn't watch him go, just stared at the place where the sun rose.

A long time, a long time.

He closed his eyes peacefully.

The old era has ended.