Silent Crown Chapter 764: The Fruit of Destruction
Faced with the emperor’s veto, the old musician froze for a long time, then persuaded: "But, your majesty..."
"It's nothing."
The emperor looked at him and asked: "We declared war on Anglu, is it to occupy Anglu? No, we only need Anglo not to get in the way in the next war!"
The old musician was at a loss, "But...then..."
"It's very simple."
The emperor smiled, "As long as Angelu doesn't exist."
Speaking, he waved his hand and made a sweeping motion, but it made the old musician chill all over his body.
The old musician understood what he meant.
Shuddering, fell to his knees.
"Your Majesty, please think twice!"
Unlike he imagined, the emperor was not angry, not because of the far-reaching plan, but in his eyes, Angelu no longer exists.
He has already issued a death sentence to Angru.
Now they have Gungnir and control destruction.
Since Angru gets in the way, then there is no longer a waste of energy on it, or even occupation or war.
Just use Gangnir to strike a devastating blow to the whole area of Anglo.
Erase Angelu... from the map completely!
The emperor is indifferent to the old musician’s plea:
"I want to be absolute."
The old musician fell silent for a long time, looking up at the emperor on the throne, his voice hoarse: "Your Majesty, are you crazy?!"
The emperor sneered.
"Are there any emperors in this world who are not crazy?"
The old musician shook his head, "This, this is...too much!"
The emperor asked, "Where can there be too much war?"
"No, no..."
The old musician shook his head, "Even if we are willing, the Order will not let Asgard's extermination order."
"They will."
The emperor's face sank like water, and looking at the briefing on the sea fortress at hand, his eyes became gloomy: "After all, we have already let the cult, haven't we?"
The old musician was silent for a long time and bowed to the ground.
"If your majesty decides so..."
The old musician who has served Asgard all his life bursts into tears: "Please let me give this order."
If someone is destined to be punished, let yourself go to the torture after the destruction is over.
Everything, for Asgard.
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The dark world, at the foot of the desolate mountains.
The saint named Wagner sat on a chair and stared at the thundercloud in the distance.
Thunderclouds obscured the sky and the sun. In the darkness, there were lightning and thunder, and countless roars came from a distance. I don't know what happened.
Compared to when Ludovich was driven away from the Holy City, he looked a lot younger-the closer he got to death, the better he looked.
Up to now, he rarely takes asthma medicine again.
Probably it's back to light.
Even he knows it himself, I'm afraid it won't be long.
He sat on a chair under the shade of a tree, staring into the distance, like guarding a broken wooden house behind him.
In the dim wooden house, there was silence.
In the swaying light, the old Bach was cooking dinner for himself, the wooden staff in his hand acting as a fire stick, beating the flames in the stove. The food in the iron pan was tumbling in the batter, and it tasted strange and unappetizing.
Behind him, countless fragments emerged from the void, pieced together to form the appearance of the Scarlet King.
Like a miracle, He has traversed thousands of miles and descended into the wooden house, looking at the back of the Blue King: "As it is now, are you ready to sit back and watch?"
Bach looked down at the fire, added two more pieces of firewood, and confirmed that the flame would not go out, then got up, dropped the stick, and sat in front of the Scarlet King.
"Gods shouldn't appear in the world. Isn't this a lesson left by the kings of the blues?" He looked at the face of the Scarlet King and asked indifferently: "Besides, haven't I already shot? It’s just unsuccessful."
The Scarlet King sneered, obviously irritated by his clumsy shirk.
"This is your excuse to stand by?"
"If I manage, which way?"
Bach asked, "The one sitting on the throne of Anglo, according to blood, is my distant niece, my only relative in this world.
Do you think I should help Angru? "
The Scarlet King’s expression is indifferent, "Are you a fool who can’t tell the situation? Don’t lie to yourself, don’t lie to me, Bach, you see more clearly than the kings of the past, so don’t Talk about this boring excuse again.
Answer me, why should the Caucasus not be restricted? Isn't this your duty? "
Bach was silent.
For a long time, he slowly shook his head.
"Human war should be started by man, and ended by man. For other things, no matter how full of enthusiasm, it won't make any difference."
He looked at the Scarlet King with a serious expression: "The more you do, the more mistakes you make!"
The red king's expression is a little gentler, "I don't want to see this happen, but now the problem can only be solved by you."
"I solve it? How do I solve it? Destroy the Caucasus? It is really easy for me, but are you sure?"
Bach asked back, "You want me to save the Order, but it will only make everyone aware of the inhuman side of the Order... Until the end, even if the war is won, the Order will be difficult for the human leader. Identity exists among the nations. The end result is that either the cult will rule the human race, or the human will abandon the cult!
No matter which result, the Order will lose its meaning when it was created! No, from the day when the nations began to rebel, you should understand that the chains of the cult has been difficult to restrain the ambitions of mankind..."
He paused and sighed helplessly: "Let go, Holy See, let the Order have a glorious exit."
"Are you sure you want to give everything to Gaius?"
The Scarlet King looked at him coldly, "Bach, don't you know what kind of lunatic he is? He doesn't even know what he wants.
For so many years, he has been like a balance, constantly overwhelmed by the weight that more and more people are pouring on him.
For the city of wolf, abandoned Romulus, for a bigger vision, abandoned the city of wolf, for the revolution, he abandoned the holy city... After losing his purpose, that lunatic became It is a wishing machine for others.
So many people sacrificed for him, and he can't stop now.
That kind of deformed sense of responsibility has created monsters like the Caucasus. If it is not restricted, one day, humans will destroy themselves!
Now, I don’t need you to destroy the Caucasus or Gaius. The human problem will be solved by people, but it is your duty to clean up the monster known as the Son of God! Don't run away anymore! "
"For that child, you don't need to worry."
Bach didn't show the slightest movement, but said indifferently: "I don't even need to take action... He is more naive than anyone thought. This naivety will make him lose sight of the way forward.
One day, he will recognize the gap between himself and human beings and welcome his own results.
——Humans will create gods, but gods are destined to die in human hands. "
"Is this a talk of your experience?"
The Scarlet King sneered, because Bach's inaction was full of irony.
"Perhaps."
Bach got up and looked at the boiling wok: "I'm going to eat, you should go. If you believe me, don't worry about these problems anymore.
Just remember, don't interfere. "
The Scarlet King glanced at him one last time.
"I will."
The real figure is instantly illusory, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in the void.
He is gone.
Bach was silent for a long time, opened the door, and heard the roar echoing above the sky outside the door.
"It's going to rain."
He whispered softly.
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Thunder clouds are gathering.
One day and night later, above the sky of Asgard, the sky is like a big bowl full of iron slurry, hanging high above the sky, its scale spreads across the entire central region, and the thrilling light is separated by black clouds. Brewing, occasionally revealed from the cracks, and burned people's eyes.
Behind the thick clouds, the sky is now occupied by thunder.
Under the control of the World Tree, the endless thunder and lightning turned into an ocean, surging and collapsing toward the core, until one after another thunder spear was formed, which was pointed in the direction of Angru.
At this moment, under the emperor's order, the world tree has already given birth to the fruit of destruction, full of fruit.
At the top of the white tower, the old musician stared silently at the distant earth under his feet, feeling the last silence before the storm.
For a long time, he sighed softly.
"I hope my sacrifice is meaningful."
He closed his eyes~IndoMTL.com~ and raised his palm.
In his arms, the battered mud board was turbulent, and wedge-shaped notes were lit one after another, and the music theory and spirituality stored in the upper mud board flowed out and poured on his body.
At that moment, he opened his eyes, and his eyes burst into a blazing glow.
The burning red alchemy matrix extends from the tower to his body, following his will, covering the whole body, turning him into an inhuman monster.
He took a deep breath and roared loudly, and countless thunder rang through the mortal world.
In the next instant, the fruit of destruction fell from the branch.
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It's like countless glasses colliding and scratching with each other, shrill sounds burst from the clouds, and the harsh noise is like a living thing, winding forward like a snake on the sky, wriggling, galloping in the clouds, from Asgard Towards the Caucasus.
Where the invisible noise passed, countless sparkles of electric light were left, like a worm crawling over the remaining wet marks, and the electric light remained on the sky like a scar.
With just a flick of his finger, he came to the sky above Angluo.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was startled from the black box, raised his head, and stared at the sky.
The EtherNet sends out an ear-piercing alarm!
First of all... three shots!
Three fiery lights of thunder descended from the sky, passing over the heavily guarded Avalon, like a **** cast a spear of destruction from the clouds, and Gunganer stabbed it down!
The islands wailed.
Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon roared, the heavens and the earth were scales, and the light of the heavens on the earth emerged, resisting the bombardment of Gungnir.
The starting line wasn't all done, but the Thunder did not dissipate.
Next, nine shots!
The iron slurry in the Bowl of Destruction turned into a torrential rain, and it spread all over Angru!
The old musician closed his eyes and made a fist.
Gangnier emerges from the clouds...
——Eighty One Way! .
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