Silent Crown Chapter 694: The wheel of balance
Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky.
"You wanted to stop her, but you made her perfect, didn't you?"
A soft voice sounded from Ye Qingxuan's ear: "Everything has been arranged by God, and it is perfect, haha, this is the holy city, Ye Qingxuan.
Anyone is a bargaining chip in their hands, including her and you. "
The voice asked softly: "Are you sure you still want to stand on their side?"
It's Paganini.
Paganini again.
This time Ye Qingxuan didn't even bother to turn his head back.
He just feels tired.
Sitting on the dumped bell tower, he lowered his head, no longer looking at the sky, and took out the crumpled paper bag from his arms, and the last crooked cigarette was lit.
He took a deep breath, looked at the extinguishing flames at his fingertips, and suddenly asked: "Paganini, I really don't like the Holy City, but do you know why I don't want to cooperate with you?"
Paganini was silent.
"To be honest, I didn't know originally, but now I finally understand."
Ye Qingxuan laughed at himself, "Because I have always tried to make this world a better place. Paganini, Ye Qingxuan turned his head, and cast him coldly:
"—and you, don’t deserve it."
Paganini sneered, didn't say anything, didn't even make a move, just looked at him, like a fool, a... a neurosis who doesn't understand anything.
"No more nonsense, Paganini, don't you want that thing? I won't fight with you anymore, I give up. What are you waiting for?
Go grab it, grab food from the holy city like a mad dog, and fight for your ambitions. "
Ye Qingxuan coldly retracted his eyes, leaned on the ruins, and closed his eyes tiredly:
"I just want to be quiet, so...get out."
Paganini gave him one last look.
Suddenly I felt that I was seeing the wrong person.
Ye Qingxuan is not the person who has hatred in his imagination.
The person with hatred is fire, lava, and will burn everything, but he is not.
He is just a fool.
The phantom dissipated.
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When Paganini reappeared, the sages of the abyss had already become a mess, and the anger that poured out of nowhere was spilt at him the first moment he returned.
The shadowy shackles suddenly burst from all around, driving him into the cage.
"What a good thing you did!"
The withered head roared: "What are you thinking, Paganini? You ruined everything! The four knights left by the Holy Spirit, the last power of the abyss and the future are ruined by you!"
"Is this bad?"
Paganini sneered, "From the very beginning, I didn't intend to let the clay and wood sculptures you made outperform me. It was because you thought it was too simple.
Why should I bow my head to the four puppets you control? "
"It's all over now, Paganini."
The head looked at him coldly, with hatred in his eyes: "Maybe we will be exhausted in this battle, and you will never end well.
I was just about to see, where did you, the newly promoted Dark Clerk, have the courage to be presumptuous in front of me. Soon, you will know-we can make you, and we can ruin you! "
"No, you won't."
Paganini smiled slightly and spread out his five fingers.
Above the five fingers, the black mist was lingering, transforming the face of the withered head, lifelike, and the head's expression was astonished.
That's... the theory of changeable music?
"No! When did you..."
His complexion changed drastically, and he looked around, only to find that at some point, everyone had been dumbfounded and had no response, just staring at him.
The head's expression is distorted: "When did you plant the mutated music theory!"
"Although I really want to tell you, this is actually a secret."
Paganini smiled, put his palm on the withered head, and finally said goodbye: "So, it's better not to know..."
The head wanted to whine, but it couldn't make a sound.
When Paganini's palm was removed, the copper plate suspended in the air fell to the ground, and only the broken skull with mutilated bone fell to pieces on the ground.
It's like a broken wine glass.
A breeze blew in the deep darkness, and the bodies of all the abyss sages collapsed, like puppets made of gravel. The power accumulated throughout his life is like a spring flowing into the wisps of gray mist, flying towards Paganini's fingertips.
In the end, there was no trace.
Only Paganini stood alone in the dark.
In the faint afterglow of the candlelight, his face became more and more weird, handsomely indistinguishable from men and women, but it made people feel a strong sense of inhumanity.
Clearly the perfect facial features are perfectly inlaid on the face, but there is no human breath between the eyebrows.
"Thank you for your long-term care and support. In return, this tomb where the original kings were buried is for everyone to enjoy.
May everyone find the future you seek in eternal death. "
Paganini said softly goodbye to the ashes, and then left quietly.
The sound of thunder came from a long distance away on the ground, shaking off the dust and extinguishing the last candlelight.
Darkness is coming.
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The sound of thunder became stronger and stronger.
Since that illusionary cry, frantic thunder sounded from the sky. The roar seemed to be an approaching storm, but there were no clouds in the night sky, let alone the light of lightning.
It's pure music theory friction.
The etheric realm splits a big gap, sprinkling miracles on the material realm, as if the magnificent power of creation is running in it, and the unimaginable horror elements of mankind are emerging in it, constantly stirring, rubbing, and bursting out shocks. The thunder of souls.
At this moment, the sky has become a forbidden domain.
The aftermath of element collisions one after another, layers of waves are intertwined like water ripples, spreading to all directions, sprinkling great pressure. The matter is not damaged, but all music theory is shaking in the aftermath.
It's like a house wailing in an earthquake.
The scepter of the inferior element is placed in it, and it will burst completely in an instant, and it will disappear. The weaker chapter of fate does not even have room to approach. The musician who hurriedly approached was swept away by the aftermath, and fell from the air like a mosquito, falling into a mass of rotten meat on the ground.
Before that, his will, the chapter of fate, and all music theory had been cruelly erased.
This is the melting pot of the creation, the manifestation of the extinction, the huge power of the world, all human beings are just dust in it, there is no obstacle, not even the praying mantis blocking the car.
The crystals are growing, and from the small core, new natural disasters are being given shape.
Ye Qingxuan just looked up at the sky, lying in the ruins, motionless. Originally, he wanted to take a foot in the Guixu and take his share in the natural disasters that were born.
But now that he knows the nature of that thing, he no longer has the desire to touch his hands.
As he told Paganini, he gave up.
The power poured out by blood, the miracle that countless lives are exchanged for.
What's the difference between something like this and rotten meat?
Just thinking about it is disgusting.
But in the silent wait and see, the body of the disaster has gradually emerged in its embryonic form, growing frantically, and transforming towards the most perfect form.
In the friction and collision of countless elements, brand-new music theory and power are slowly emerging from it.
At this time, no musicians will put their minds on other things. Their consciousness, their eyes, and all their feelings are thrown towards the sky, and they are doing everything possible to get close to the core, feeling the earth-shattering Change and experience the mystery of the world's movement.
Everyone sees it differently, but everyone feels that he only saw the tip of the giant iceberg, and it was difficult to get a complete picture.
Just staring and sensing, it makes one's own strength grow wildly, and the etheric fluctuations erupt one after another like a volcano.
But soon, the waves of nothingness dissipated, and the elements of the collision gradually disappeared.
In the unwilling and greedy eyes of countless musicians, the rift in the etheric world closed silently, and the gift from Dayuan has ended.
They have no time to be melancholy and regrettable.
Because with the arrival of that moment, the mighty bell rang through the perception of all musicians in the entire material world.
Notice that new forces have emerged, and new rules and orders have been laid.
A new natural disaster, born out of nothingness!
At this moment, the existence high above the sky finally revealed its true face.
It was a strange stone wheel carved like a rock. It seems that the scribbled stone wheel is divided into hundreds of scales accurately, and under each scale, there are strange lines formed by countless complicated notes.
If you look carefully, you can't feel the texture of the rock at all. It's just an illusion caused by the distortion of the air, and it's hard to tell whether it has weight or not.
It's as if the surface of the world is peeling off, revealing the cracks leading to the core, and people can faintly glimpse the complicated structure.
At this moment, the stone wheel stands high above the sky and is still, but it gives the illusion that the whole world is slowly rotating around it.
Perhaps, it is really spinning.
It's just the midpoint of the world. When it decides to move, it spins the whole world.
It's just sensing and seeing, and in a flash, everyone understands its essence.
As everyone expected, after having eaten countless resources, the natural disasters that were born have stepped into the realm of gods and natural disasters, juxtaposed with the three pillar gods and the three wise men.
It's just that it is neither a manifestation of human nature ~IndoMTL.com~ nor a divine operation, but a purer artifact, a tool of good fortune created to achieve a certain purpose.
In other words, a pure artifact.
Amidst the rotation of the stone wheel, the Vientiane music theory is fully adjusted, and all the elements are just right to emerge and converge into a whole.
Originally, at the moment it appeared, everyone should feel its power-if it is a killer-type artifact, it is not impossible for all musicians to lose their lives as soon as it is born. If it is a relief miracle, then naturally There will be vibrant.
But now, no one perceives any difference from usual.
It wasn't until a musician was ready to take the lead, that he realized that something was wrong, and couldn't help but screamed out—the etheric realm, which was originally close at hand, had not responded to his call, and the rules of the material realm were still as stable as they used to be.
The movement that was originally enough to shake the earth, but at this moment can only make faint ripples in the material world!
Until now, they have discovered that the physical world and the etheric world have been quietly separated, and the boundary between the two is no longer ambiguous, but has become very clear.
The nine-layer etheric sea seems to have a new order and support, with a complex and clear structure, forming a perfect balance between the two worlds.
Everyone's scalp is completely numb.
This artifact can actually control the ‘distance’ between the physical realm and the etheric realm!
As long as it works, whether it is to completely overlap the physical world and the etheric world, creating a magical realm that cannot be imagined by humans; or to completely separate the physical world from the etheric world, isolate the elements and the scepter, and cut the etheric sea. Forming a vacuum in which the ether certainly does not exist is no more than a breeze.
Until now, the name given to it by Dayuan did not appear in everyone's hearts.
——The wheel of balance!
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