Silent Crown Chapter 479: Destiny
"Constantine, today I give you the grace of God."
The pope held up the navy blue holy ribbon in his hand.
It is an accessory that looks like a long scarf. It is delicately and meticulously embroidered with scriptures with cyan thread, with an unspeakable solemnity. It is a symbol of all holy orders.
He placed the holy band in Constantine's raised hands, "Be in awe, your dedication and sacrifice are already remembered on the throne of the gods."
So, Constantine bowed his head in awe, respectfully hung the holy tape on his shoulders, and responded in a solemn voice:
"——I am grateful for grace."
At this point, under the high platform, the envoys and nobles who came to observe the ceremony couldn't help but sigh: There is once more a powerful cardinal in the Holy City, and the revolutionary army probably won't let it go...
In the future, I am afraid it will be troublesome.
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Being outside the crowd, Ye Qingxuan, who had been nervous for a long time, also breathed a sigh of relief, and calmed down.
It seems that Gaius has indeed not come.
"What's the matter? Hell."
Hermes drank the wine, glanced at him, and then pointed to the high platform: "By the way, I haven't been out for a long time, what's the situation?
Since the beginning, I am a little bit confused. When did the Revolutionary Army and the Holy City become good brothers and prepare to be embarrassed? "
"Boss, don't you know?" Ye Qingxuan was taken aback. "The deputy commander of the Revolutionary Army, Constantine, has taken refuge in the Holy City. I thought you would know him."
"Constantin?"
The boss was stunned: "Vice commander? Take refuge? Holy city?"
His expression revealed a strange bewilderment.
Immediately, he seemed to understand something, and couldn't help laughing, laughing, as if he heard an incredible joke and witnessed the most funny humor ever.
I laughed so much that tears were about to come out.
Ye Qingxuan's smile made Ye Qingxuan very uneasy.
"Ye Qingxuan, I know him, but he is not Constantine."
Hermes patted the table and almost burst into tears: "The Revolutionary Army was a dictatorship from the beginning, and there has never been a deputy commander! Those who replaced the Revolutionary Army who made their appearances were only made by surrogates. It’s just a fake...you, you...puff ha ha ha... don’t you really believe it? Sure enough, human beings are really interesting, ha ha ha ha..."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him blankly, watching him breathlessly smiling, but he couldn't react.
Finally, he understood Hermes, but he couldn't help being cold all over his body.
"Not Constantine?"
He raised his head stiffly and looked at the person on the high platform who was bathed in the cheers of all the believers: "Then who is he?"
"Who else can it be?"
Hermes clapped his hands and gave applause for this excellent satirical plot, and his tone became ridiculous and mocking: "The one who is canonized as cardinal by you is of course the despicable defector, Saint Cheng's confidant is a big worry, I don't know how many people dream of wanting to kill his careerist.
However, many people call him..."
"——The Great Your Highness Gaius!"
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was killed by thunder.
He had no time to hesitate, jumped up from the chair and looked under the platform:
"Wolf flute!!!"
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At that moment, Gaius spread his arms and was bathed in golden sunlight.
Under that sacred light, it seemed that the blessings of the gods really came down on him, making him look so majestic, so holy, and so awesome.
He lowered his head and stared at the crowd, but the line of sight fell in the center of the square.
The young man fascinated by the movement.
So he heard the heavy and sad piano sound.
That is not the musician's service to the ether, but just pure performance. It's like the symphony presented in countless taverns and celebrations when the crowd cheered.
It's just that this symphony is too solemn and lofty. It doesn't seem to be a beat that humans can appreciate, but a movement composed by the gods for the only truth in this world.
Fate.
This is destiny...
"Charles, you really realized it."
Constantine, no, Gaius lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "It's just that after throwing away the appearance, how did the so-called "Destiny" become such an empty shell?"
And Charles couldn't hear him anymore.
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He couldn't hear everything, he was already intoxicated by the crazy melody.
It's like a voice in the depths of the soul urging him, pushing him, making him immersed in the performance, making him jerky and skillful at an astonishing speed, and in the end, the melody Changed to instinct.
There has never been such a strong pain from the deepest part of the head, like a blade cutting through the will and soul, trying to tear the body he has created in a few dozen years and reveal it to the world The essence of his soul.
In the darkness, it is eager to try, it is about to wake up.
It can’t wait to be reborn in this world.
Charles just felt that he had not known when he had detached from that tiny body. He was clearly here, but he seemed to have stepped into another dimension.
He got sustenance from the narrow sense of the five senses.
He saw an unprecedented color, heard the echo produced by the collision of matter and will, and smelled sadness and joy. Reaching out to touch, it seemed to touch the ground thousands of miles away. With the mind moving, you can ascend to the sky and be company with the stars.
There is an illusory and sacred city hanging high, and countless holy spirits are sleeping.
As long as you lower your head, you can see the endless abyss, countless shadows squirming in the darkness, opening thousands of eyes, majestic and terrible.
The cold and indifferent moonlight lingers in between the two, seeming to have but invisible, and seeming to have nothing but quality.
He saw countless broken worlds hovering between the three, attracted by the surging gravity, turned into dazzling stars.
And just behind the stars, an indescribable shadow of some intangible matter appeared faintly.
It was a huge vortex.
Everything flowed out, and everything was destroyed.
It seems to contain endless mysteries, but also like a void, which cannot tolerate anything.
That is the essence of everything, the source and destination of everything.
Dayuan!
Severe pain can't stop him, he is drunk in this shocking performance.
——He turned into the ether and finally got a glimpse of the essence of this world!
The pain is burning, breaking the blockade of will, like a hammer hitting the soul, recreating everything about him.
It tore the diaphragm between the muscles and the flesh, the lines on the bones, the weakness in the blood, and then pushed them into the furnace of nothingness, recasting everything new.
He gradually died during this performance.
But the new man was reborn from the ashes.
It is the key. After waiting for a long time, he finally opened the lock that was enclosed in his body, releasing the fettered essence and allowing him to regain a new life.
So he put pain and joy into his fingertips, and in this performance, he pushed the melody to the climax.
Everyone heard the majestic melody bursting out of the young man's hands.
For the first time, in this pure performance, Charles played its essence, even if it has not echoed any ether, there is no musical theory.
But there is unprecedented spirituality brewing from that melody.
All the musicians present, no, the holy city, and even the musicians in the whole world felt an instinctive tremor. They stared into the deepest part of the crowd like an enemy, and saw the young man playing crazy under the stone tablet.
It's like seeing the world collapse in front of you.
For the first time since the establishment of the holy city, someone played this terrible melody in this large court.
Even Handel couldn't restrain the astonishment and...killing intent in his heart.
That's "Destiny"!
Even if there is no etheric fluctuation, there is no musical theory construction, and even the power of a note has not emerged, but who dares to assert what terrible changes that movement will bring.
This is the holy city!
A slight leak of the aftermath of fate is enough to crush everyone in this entire square!
At this moment, everyone is hesitating whether they want to make a shot and interrupt the melody!
Then they no longer need to struggle or hesitate.
Because the melody has reached its peak, it bursts out a melody that trembles the soul and will.
At this moment, fate has come!
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At first, it was a suffocating silence.
The world freezes for it.
Immediately afterwards, great fear descended.
Countless people, at this moment, uttered a sorrow that seemed to be condensed into substance.
The screams gathered in the same place, turned into the same note, sharply pierced every eardrum, crushed everyone's reason, and plunged them into the deepest darkness.
The desperate screams and roars spread, everyone's mind was overwhelmed by the sight in front of them, and the will was shattered, leaving only the wooden body to sink in this cold world.
At that moment, no one realized:
——Perhaps, it was fate that changed the world.
And when Charles woke up from his drunkenness and looked around blankly, he only saw pale faces.
He looked back in astonishment and followed everyone's gaze to the high platform.
Then he saw the figure falling from the high platform.
It was a faint red.
It was like dry blood.
The time of the fall was so short, but the low reverberation from the ground was so frightening. The crowd backed away involuntarily, crying in panic.
Charle was stunned, as if he understood something, and rushed forward like crazy.
So, he saw blood.
In the blood, a solemn red dress dyed red.
The majestic crown fell on the ground, broken and twisted, bouncing and rolling, and stopped at his feet, with a crisp and deep echo. Just like the lingering sound that bursts after the birth of a tragedy.
In a pool of blood, the thing that was once a human figure has been completely distorted into a ball, blood and blood.
There is no need for extra language description. Anyone who becomes such a picture will definitely no longer have the possibility of survival.
That is a corpse.
On the back of the corpse, a pitch-black dagger was inserted.
The miracle did not happen, the resurrection did not come, and all defenses were useless. Just such a simple stabbing from the back, and simply died.
It's so simple that it's impossible to refute, and it won't keep any breathtaking fluke.
He is dead.
Charle exhausted all his strength, tremblingly, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, trying to sniff the dead man's breath, but what he got was cold.
But until now, he still can't believe it...
His Majesty the great Pope, the master of the souls of all living beings, and the only agent of God in the world.
The Scarlet King, it's that simple, dead?
He staggered back like a thunderstorm, raised his head with difficulty, and looked up...Looking up at the old man on the high platform, overlooking all of this.
He is still bathed in the sacred light, just like a righteous man walking out of the holy scriptures.
"Why?"
He whispered softly, unable to believe what he saw. He screamed and exhausted all his strength: "Mr. Constantine, why is this!!!"
Why... why did you do... such a thing!
Gaius retracted his gaze.
He just stared at the sky, reaching out to draw the sacred badge on his chest.
"I will fill this soul's river and make it flow endlessly."
He closed his eyes and murmured softly:
"For you, my lord, for you."
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"Catch him!!!"
The first person to react was a cardinal. He glared at the wolf flute: "What are you guys doing here! Get the **** guy!"
In an instant, dozens of dark shadows rushed out of the chaotic crowd in the square and rushed to the stage.
A thrilling and magnificent movement emerges from mid-air, and various melodies burst out in an instant. Handel was furious, and his eyes were red. In his hand, the crutch supporting his body cracked from inch to inch, and a fiery light emerged from it.
This is the body of that crutch.
It was given the name of a saint, and an artifact created by the movement of "Messiah".
No one has ever been able to see its essence through that light, nor can it describe its shape and feel. The moment he appeared in Handel's hands, it knocked down on the ground.
The terrifying vibration swept all around.
The steel city that was poured into a piece also trembles under this indescribable shaking, bursting out a tame clank. The solemn and majestic loud noise swept across, stinging everyone's eardrums, crushing everyone's minds, and causing the chaotic pilgrims to fall to the ground, shaking involuntarily.
Unless allowed, all musical effects are completely defeated at this moment.
Because God’s promised savior seemed to have descended on the earth in this terrifying loud noise.
——When he comes, who can afford it? Who can stand when he appears?
Because he is like the fire of an alchemist.
Like the alkali of the bleacher.
In the holy city, thousands of tall towers burst into echoes at the same time, gathered in the same place, exploded in the sea of ether, and instantly evolved a terrifying vortex.
The vortex penetrated through the etheric realm and the physical realm, opening up a huge exit, making the magnificent city deep in the etheric realm brighter and descending on this world.
In the hall of sacred objects, the dark golden epee trembled and chanted endlessly.
The gate of heaven appears here!
Endless brilliance.
At this moment, all the heavens and the earth are covered by holy rays of light, layers of shackles are locked to the high platform, sealing all sides, and with a force of anger, the thunder punishment that can destroy the world is descended.
The one faster than him is the wolf flute.
The moment Ye Qingxuan roared, he moved.
In an instant, countless animal natures split from his consciousness and transformed into a pack of wolves. The number of silver wolves after combining the elements is incredible.
Hundreds, come forward, tens of thousands...
The body of the wolf flute collapsed and dissipated in an instant, and it crossed a distance of thousands of steps in one step, and then flashed again, and then, without hesitation, he took a cruel hand!
Behind him, the phantom of the wolf head man appeared, and the golden rod in his hand fell. In a flash, it broke through the layers of defense and made a big hole in the enemy's body.
The blood spurts, splashing on the faces of the bishops and nobles.
They stared blankly at the wolf flute with solemn eyes, and with a big hole in the chest...Handel!
No one expected that the core member of the Silent Organization, the Wolf Flute, would attack Saint Handel harshly at this moment. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of wolves emerged from the void, intercepting all the attacks flying to the high platform, and then in the next instant, they tore the dozens of figures to pieces.
The rain of blood splashed down from the sky, dyeing the silver wolves crimson.
The gate of heaven dissipated.
The dim light of the artifact·Messiah’s staff fell from Handel’s hands and crashed to the ground.
Handel lowered his head dullly, looking at the palm that came out of his chest.
The five fingers of the palm slowly closed, crushing the heart in it, and blood dripping down.
So he finally accepted the reality, turned his head, and stared at the wolf flute.
"Why?" He vomited blood out loud and asked hard.
"Isn't this clear at a glance? My lord."
The wolf flute sighed softly: "I am the spy."
Handel laughed hard, full of self-deprecation and bitterness.
He looked at the face of the wolf flute, and then at the ghost image of the wolf head behind him.
"So you kept it from me for so long..."
At this moment, what the wolf flute shows is a terrifying power far beyond the ordinary scepter.
No one thought that the weakest scepter in the legend would be hidden so deeply.
Everyone thought that he was unbearable, and what he merged was only the lowest level beast element.
But this is not the element of a beast at all~IndoMTL.com~, it is something far beyond other high-level elements, which can almost be called the existence of divine elements.
He is a brand new scepter condensed from Jackal, Death and Hades...
——Anubis!
"Unexpectedly, he died in the hands of his successor."
Handel finally smiled reluctantly and closed his eyes.
Fell to the ground.
He is dead.
In the chaotic square, Ye Qingxuan, who was running wildly, stopped tiredly.
It's late.
It's too late after all.
At the moment when Hermes revealed the true face of Gaius, the first thing he wanted to understand was not what Gaius wanted to do, but the wolf flute... (To be continued.)