Silent Crown Chapter 693: Miracle
? "Holy See?"
The misty old man sitting beside the broken flowerbed, looked at her, with a self-deprecating smile on his vague face: "I didn't meet you in the face of the Pope.
Sixteen years ago, I saw you when you came to the Holy City. I didn’t expect to see you again. "
"This is a gift from God to me." The old nun replied in a low voice.
The Phantom of the Scarlet King shook his head and sighed: "God has never cared for you, and he will not take credit, sister, this is the favor of the chief judge to you."
"Hmm."
The old nun looked up at the distant fire, slowly nodded, turned her head, and stared at the old man beside her, her eyes expecting: "The children who are in your favor, are you okay?"
"As I promised you, I have been watching them."
The Red King was silent for a moment, seeming to remember, and said, "Sixteen years have passed, and a lot has happened. Hamilton left the orphanage two years after you left, and follows your teaching to him with integrity. Character is funded by a businessman.
Now he is married to the businessman's daughter, and his business is not good.
Windsor and Tammy were married, and they had three children. They often quarreled. After Tammy died of cholera, Windsor took his three children and remarried to a blacksmith. The blacksmith was not good to the children, but took his own I taught them everything...
Iger followed Winston to become a thief. They were hanged six years ago because they stole something from a nobleman... Metz took a few of his companions, changed their names to the border, and did some smuggling business. , Go back to my hometown after earning enough money......"
During the long time, the Scarlet King recounted the fate and experience of those children, and told the nun in front of him what he had seen.
The old nun listened in silence, closed her eyes, and recalled the faces of the children, their smiles, and the temperature of their palms. In this icy return to the market, she seemed to be no longer alone, far away, she still had their company.
"...Theresa, as you hoped, your children have walked out of their own lives in their own way."
The Scarlet King looked at him and said softly: "Their lives have some happiness, some misfortunes, some finally let go, and some have hatred. But they always cherish the purest gratitude and love for you. .
Their life started because of you, and your life is not without meaning. "
"That's it."
The old nun lowered her head, took a deep breath, stretched out her hand embarrassedly, covered her face, wiped her gloomy expression, but couldn't help but choked: "It's great... It's great..."
"Thank you, Holy See."
She raised her face and looked at the pope in front of her, her dull and old eyes filled with tears and joy.
"Theresa, I am ashamed of you."
The Scarlet King shook his head, stretched out his hand, stroked her withered hair, and asked softly: "Are you still willing to fulfill our promise? Are you still willing to sacrifice for this ruthless world, even if it has never been gentle to you. "
"This is my honor."
The old nun responded softly, nodding to the phantom in front of her, "Goodbye, Holy See."
"Goodbye, Teresa."
The Red King lowered his eyes and said goodbye softly:
"May you and I meet again in heaven."
Then, a divine glow rose from the sky.
In the flames of burning body, the old nun smiled and closed her eyes, and the cold melody resounded from the aging body, echoing between heaven and earth.
Just listen.
Everything in the world is silent.
All things are overwhelmed.
Only this compassionate melody flows between heaven and earth.
In the glow, Teresa seemed to melt into the light, and the light burst from her body, gently and compassionately spreading to all the darkness, as if embracing, embracing everything in her arms.
Trio in E flat major.
is engraved in the core music theory and movement in Schuber's privilege rod. After giving up the obsession, it seems to embrace everything, sublimated in a lonely and cold melody.
Praise this world and embrace all things created by God.
Without me.
, no one can resist the embrace of salvation. The melody is like a drizzle, quietly accompanied by everyone, like a shadow, but unable to resist, unable to reject the compassionate love in this melody.
is just a moment, that gentle melody has entangled everyone, deep into every corner of Guixu.
In the pain of burning, the old nun raised her head and looked at the sky, as if staring at the stars.
's gaze falls on the other side of the stars.
can glimpse the past and the future from a distance.
She has truly become everything.
In the next instant, the cold melody quietly sank into silence, stepping into the end, and what followed was the thrilling sound of the piano. With the tremor of the stars, with her open arms, it rose and fell like a piano key, and the ultimate salvation was sprinkled.
This is Schubert's last performance.
Sacrifice oneself, embrace the flame, and bring light and redemptive movement to the world.
Since its creation, there has never been a sacrificial chapter used by Schubert in a generation, but now it has been completed in the hands of an old nun who is not even a musician.
She uses her own soul to give spirituality to the movement, so that the chapter of sacrifice can be completed and awakened, turning herself into the music theory in it, and playing this final elegy with her.
"..."Prometheus"!"
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan finally realized it, his face pale.
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"Let her stop! Damn it, stop her immediately!"
Up to this moment, the withered head finally lost his attitude, "It turned out to be true? Turned out to be true! How could they achieve this kind of ghost! What exactly did the sect...do!!!"
He had never felt such fear and anger even in the face of the punishment on the day of God's Wrath.
"The Day of God's Wrath" will only destroy natural disasters and heresy, but "Prometheus" brings complete redemption and change. Even natural disasters can be completely transformed.
Once the movement is completed, the entire Guixu will be completely transformed into a branch of the sacred cauldron, becoming the fire of heaven that brings a new era to mankind.
And everything that the abyss does will become a stepping stone to the sacred cauldron, and the battle to bet on the fate of the abyss in the future will be a complete joke!
But who can master such a miracle? Who can be so compassionate to bring salvation to natural disasters?
Schubert passed on the holy name for dozens of generations, until the inheritance was severed, the scepter was sealed in the shell of consumables, lingering.
In these hundreds of years, no one can truly master this power, or even awaken it.
No one can truly understand the path of compassion, and no one can even touch its edge.
But now, this kind of fairy tale like a tooth fairy can be completed in the hands of a consumable? An old woman who looks like a puppet would pity demons and natural disasters?
This is a great irony!
"Ring the big bell! Prepare the carrier! Completely awaken the black knight!"
The mutilated head quickly made a decision, and his withered face was full of ferociousness: "Kill everything! Destroy everything! The future of the abyss must not be destroyed by this!"
Give up everything here, transform the existing return to the market into resources for completing the Black Knight, and let the Black Knight sweep everything and destroy everything.
Hundreds of years of accumulation in the abyss and long-term preparations will completely turn into nothingness, but at least it can preserve vitality, and will not completely lose its momentum and fall apart.
This is a sacrifice after all, and the mutilated head must be held responsible for it afterwards. The sages of the abyss may find it difficult to gather the scattered abyss into one place as usual.
This is the last resort, I have to do it.
Soon, everyone else was swallowed by chaos.
There is nothing in the opened iron box.
"How is it possible? Where? Where! It must be here..." The big-headed dwarf stretched out his hand blankly, probed the empty box over and over again, and finally wailed desperately:
"The element of the black knight... is gone! It is gone!"
He turned over the iron box and shook it vigorously, but nothing fell out of it. It was empty and empty inside.
Only the bottom of the iron box is stuck with a note of goodbye.
scribbled handwriting, and finally drew an ugly smiling face.
The mutilated head looked at the piece of paper blankly, and roared:
"Nabelis!!!"
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"What are you doing?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at the sacred light in front of him. Suddenly his headache was splitting. A sharp pain burst out of his skull, as if a knife cone came out of his brain, with a sharp and profound dull pain.
He looked at the burning nun in the light, stretched out his hand, angrily hit the light in front of him, and roared: "Answer me, what are you doing?"
The nun was silent, in the flames.
Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to call her name, but fell silent.
What's her name?
He didn't know her name until now.
He can't be blamed, no one can be blamed.
Who cares about the name of an old woman?
She is not precious, she is not beautiful, and she has no use value except for a touch with Schubert. You have promised a great favor and saved her life. Who can ask for more?
"I have given you freedom."
Ye Qingxuan looked at her with a hoarse voice: "You can live without dying for anyone, but why did you choose this dead end?
answer me, for what? "
He couldn't suppress his anger, and the voice finally said, like a roar, hoarse, and the blue veins on the iron face, fierce like a demon.
"——For the so-called god? For the clay idol and empty shell?!"
In the fire of sacrifice, the old nun lowered her head.
Her expression is still so humble, like a kid caught after making a mistake, trembling. Even if flames are emerging from her body, burning her every inch.
"Sorry, I'm afraid I let you down again."
She smiled embarrassedly, avoiding Ye Qingxuan’s sight: "I just think someone has to do something.
Since someone needs to sacrifice, why not let me, a useless person...at least, for the world, isn’t it? "
When she said the last sentence, she no longer avoided Ye Qingxuan's eyes. She just smiled, making Ye Qingxuan feel tingling.
The endless flames spewed out from her body like a torrent, and the torrent was like a pillar of light that propped up the heavens and the earth, and then rained compassionately, making all things redeemed from thirst.
Ye Qingxuan seemed to hear those crazy shouts from afar.
That is ecstatic prayer, fanatical praise, frantic cheers.
praying for the gods to drop pity.
praise this real miracle.
Cheers for this great sacrifice.
"Holy! Holy! Holy!"
Among the sect of , the bishop's face turned red with excitement, staring at the light of Prometheus, his eyes frenzied: "Heavenly Father is perfect, and the miracle comes down!"
"Look, look, isn't this the will of the gods? Is this the light of redemption?!"
"What a pure dedication, what a sacrifice worthy of praise!"
He was ranting feverishly, completely utterly admiring: "The piety I waited for finally reached the heavens, and it was praised by the gods!
Everyone, praise! Worship!
The kingdom of God is coming! The divine salvation is coming! "
It is as if the gods really appeared in the sky, but only a few traces of redemption were sprinkled, which made the world joyous, and countless people worshipped fanatically. But from beginning to end, no one has ever thought about what the so-called salvation is for.
No, compared with precious miracles, such a small price shows the generosity of the gods.
just need to sacrifice, just need to praise, just need to believe...
"Is this the world you want to save!"
"Look clearly! It's not worth it, it's not worth your sacrifice, why don't you understand!"
Ye Qingxuan was furious and roared: "If God really loves this world, then this world should be good and should have your place! You must live!"
He stretched out his hand, and the rod of fate suddenly pressed down, stubbornly blocking Schubert's operation, even if the flame burned himself. It was like a praying mantis waiting for death to stand in front of the miraculous rolling wheels.
In the silence, the old nun was silent.
She looked at Ye Qingxuan for a long time, and smiled in relief.
"Your lord——God, probably doesn’t love us, right?"
She stretched out her hand, gently pushed away the life-saving straw that Ye Qingxuan handed over, and refused the last hope.
In the flames, her eyes were full of compassion, and she smiled at Ye Qingxuan:
"At least, we can choose to love each other."
Headache is getting worse~IndoMTL.com~ Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to hold down the dull forehead, gritted his teeth, and reached out to hold her.
But she was swallowed by the flames and disappeared.
The flames rose into the sky, and the magnificent melody resounded throughout the world.
As if responding to this miracle, Guixu cheered, and the last stone disk fragment slowly rose up, attracting the scattered cores, and in an instant, they gathered into one.
The sea of ether boiled instantly, and the terrifying waves that resembled the bursting of stars came and went. The etheric realm and the physical realm suddenly overlapped, and in the distant source, a ray of illusion-like light quietly shone.
as if there was a baby crying, as if there was nothing.
But everyone felt that some invisible behemoth gave birth from the source and descended on this world.
natural disasters are born.
The miracle finally came.