Silent Crown Chapter 577: For the New World (Part 1)
The crystal chandelier exudes a beautiful and soft light. ≥
There is a warm fire burning in the fireplace, and the fragrant incense lingers in the basement.
In the emotional singing, the girls wore tulle and danced in a soft melody, their toes sinking deep into the cashmere carpet, wrapped in the soft carpet.
The charming girls twisted their bodies, exuding an aura of **** and desire.
Sharp laughter sounded from it.
The middle-aged man wearing only a pair of shorts drank the last wine of the Caucasus, holding up his bloated belly, jumping into the girls' dance, crawling with the melody.
"The Caucasus Federation is the best in the world~ other countries, the kings are stupid and hard!"
In his drunkenness, he sang the national anthem that he had tampered with without shame: "Oh~The Caucasus, the world's largest exporter of prostitutes and women, and the prostitutes and women produced by other countries are very low-level~
Oh~Caucasus, your mother river is a great miracle~ It is 200 meters wide, and 80% of the dregs are removed by it...
Ah, the Caucasus Federation, friends know all over the world, but Burgundy don’t think about it, their noses are nosy, and their brains are in the water..."
While squatting and singing, he took off his shorts, hugged the nearest petite girl, and grinned: "Please come and shake hands with the great dragon root of our king. We invented begging, spring. Medicine and toffee...
Suddenly, the melody stopped abruptly.
As the door opened, the cold wind that shouldn't belong here swept in, causing everyone to tremble.
At the same time, there was an old figure that shouldn't be here.
Gaius.
"All out," he said.
So the musicians and dancers hurriedly picked up their things, formed a line, and left quickly. Only the man lying in the middle of the carpet was left.
"Why are you here again?"
I didn’t shyly show off his life, reproductive and organs in front of the man, the man indulged in singing, dancing and alcohol waved impatiently: "Isn’t it said that everything is done for you?"
"I'm just here to inform you that the war has begun."
Gaius said, "This is related to the destiny of the Caucasus. You should take a look at it if it is reasonable or reasonable."
"The Caucasus has nothing to do with me now."
The man continued to pour spirits into his mouth,"
Gaius, I am a king, would you please show me some respect? When you were promoted to the representative of the Holy City, I also voted for it, and you owed me favors.
Look, I have given you all the rights and ordered everyone to cooperate with your orders. You are now their savior.
You have taken all my things, and when things are coming, you can never ask me to work for you again..."
His Majesty the King spread his hands and burped alcohol:
"Especially, when I'm planning to have a better time."
Gaius frowned. "You are a king anyway."
"Because it is the king, I have to race against time to be refreshed while I'm still refreshed." The king rolled his eyes and slapped his chubby belly:
"Whether it is victory or loss, someone who dies is always responsible, right?"
Gaius was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Yes."
"Is this person more suitable besides the king?"
Gaius shook his head, "No."
"Then what's wrong with refreshing me before I die?"
The king waved impatiently: "Now, if you don't mind, I want to continue. Please help call my girls back before you go out to save the world."
Gaius retracted his gaze and glanced at the girls standing in a row in the corridor, hugging each other, trembling in the cold wind, and pointed to the room.
The girls returned to the warm basement like a pardon, nestled by the fire, like canaries returning to their comfortable cages.
So, the king smiled again, stomped a girl casually, fell to the ground, groped and kissed wildly, and laughed.
Gaius glanced at him one last time, retracted his gaze in disgust, turned around and prepared to leave, but heard hoarse laughter behind him.
"For your new world, Gaius." The king whispered in his intoxication, "Pray for your trump card to be useful."
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A torrent swept across the battlefield.
After the Eagle Stream swept through, no miracle happened.
No tiles are left.
Only a patch of sorrowful blood covered the frozen soil, melting the snow and turning it into scarlet silt.
It seemed to be in a daze for a moment. After opening his eyes, the whole world changed.
Charle looked at the dark sky blankly, lowered his head, and saw his torn apart body, blood seeping from the broken limbs, limbs twisted and broken, and bones scattered on the ground.
The internal organs were pulled out of the abdominal cavity and soaked in warm blood, like a pot of hot soup that had become cold.
But there is no pain.
Because there are bright flowers blooming from the blood, the gentle warm wind blows him, and there are singing in the distance, like a lullaby, which is intoxicating.
The gentle palms are touching his cheeks, against the weed-like beard, touching his lips lightly.
Hold him in his arms.
Make him smile happily, tears and embarrassed nose, clinging to the gentleness, sniffing the red hair falling on his cheeks.
That red hair is so beautiful.
Like embers of flames.
"Mom..."
He murmured softly, "It's been a long time since I saw you. I saw you again."
"I've been here all the time."
An answer in a soft voice made him feel at ease.
"Are you okay?"
"Isn't it always this way?" answered him in a soft voice, "I'm alone, it's not good or bad, maybe it's sad? What do you think?"
Charle looked at the corner of her mouth and asked in confusion:
"But aren't you smiling?"
"Because this is what you want to see."
The voice answered him.
He lightly cupped Charles' cheeks with both hands and kissed his forehead, "Charle, what you saw is an illusion, I'm dead, don't you know it well?
When you die, there is nothing, no hell, no heaven, no place for the soul to go. "
She clung to Charles’ cheek, whispering softly in his ear:
"From beginning to end, human beings have never had a soul."
Charle opened his eyes wide, but couldn't see her expression clearly. He just felt dazed and uneasy. He wanted to hug her, but couldn't feel his hands.
"Neither do you?" he asked in trepidation.
"Yes."
The mother replied.
"But you..."
He looked at him in a daze, and muttered to himself, "Obviously here, you obviously told me..."
"Don't you know the answer clearly?"
The voice smiled cruelly, seeming to have understood what he was thinking, "I am not happy, Charles, I have never been happy.
I have never achieved happiness and liberation, the world has never changed for the better, and you have no chance of salvation and hope. Why do you always like to deceive yourself? "
Charle was stunned, trying to hug her, but felt that there was nothing in his arms, that cruel phantom was gradually thinning and disappearing.
As in my own absurd fantasy.
So he finally realized it.
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
The gentle hands gradually became cold, dissipated, lost color and outline, and returned to nothingness. He couldn't help crying, hoarse and whispered:
"Am I always alone?"
No one answered.
The gentle fantasy has disappeared.
The only consolation in the nightmare left him, leaving him alone, and the cold flowers blooming from the blood.
"It turned out to be like this..."
Charle murmured softly and opened his eyes.
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At that moment, in the mud of blood, the eagle monsters pecking at the broken limbs were startled, flapped their wings and flew high, but they were frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
In the still world, in a pool of blood, the mutilated eyes slowly opened, revealing golden pupils.
Like a burning sun wheel.
Countless beautiful and enchanting phantoms flicked through the blood, and pure white flowers branched out of the sweet mud, blooming, and in a flash, all over the sky.
The bare bones of the arm slowly lifted from the pool of blood, and the five fingers incompletely held the hot triangle iron.
The depleted flesh and blood rapidly multiplied, and the broken bones re-healed, and soon, the arms and palms grew out intact, but the triangle iron seemed to be melted into the bones and disappeared.
In a pool of blood, Charles, who was reborn from the dead, stared at his pupils, staring at the gloomy face behind the huge shadow, as if smiling.
It is not a deliberate, nor an expression of emotion.
As if instinctively.
It was the natural contempt and indifference when the monster at the top of the food chain looked down.
He stretched out his hand and tapped.
As if hitting on a triangle iron.
The crisp voice echoed between heaven and earth.
But it evolved into a magnificent movement that swept all over the world for seven days, pulling everything into a frenzy.
Countless music theories sprouted from that finger, inextricably linked, gathered together, from the condensing of notes to the combination of intervals, to the construction of music theory, the movement is manifested.
Until the end, the huge sky was completely covered by that movement.
With just a few fingers, enough power to make countless musicians dumbfounded...
Super wide area music theory setup!
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Amid the continuous roar, all air, all ether, and all power were brutally drawn out, turned into a torrent, and spilled in all directions.
But in that sky, a vacuum descends!
Countless nature interference plays simultaneously. The result of layered evolution is that everything is completely repelled. The terrifying air pressure changes cause electric friction in the air, thunder bursts, lightning sends away, and converges into The viscous liquid arbitrarily flows in this vacuum, destroying everything within reach.
"1812 Overture"!
At that moment, all the survivors cheered and screamed, the 1812 overture!
The severed heritage of the saints has reappeared in this world.
Bringing miracles to this battlefield.
No... a miracle! (To be continued.)