Silent Crown Chapter 770: Afterimages
When the wings spread out from the sky, the world fell into silence.
The Wings of Shadow that came from the void spread silently and swept across the void, but there was no sound of wind, and even the weak etheric fluctuations did not exist.
Compared to the other Xuanhe's light wing, it looks like the other extreme. Except for the picture that the eyes can capture, no matter what method is used to observe its entity.
It does not exist here.
This is Shadow Kwai.
At the moment when everyone was astonished, Charles waved his hand, and the wings of light forcibly unfolded.
The phantom of Eden emerged from behind him, and as his five fingers clenched, it turned into a loud roar, and endless rays of light gush out from the heavens.
"Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 4 in F minor! 》
The thunder's roar blended in the melody, not only did not appear to be noisy, but also set off majestic majesty.
Inheritance of the Saints!
The tit-for-tat confrontation made the faces of the saints hard to look.
Although I don’t know how the holy city bypassed the name inherited by the Shire and recreated the inheritance of the saints, at this moment, the movement of the Shire just unfolded, and immediately, the enemy inherited Tchaikov. The new saint of the sacred name of Sky felt that the music theory in his body was turbulent, and he was actually aroused by the Shire, as if he was about to break away from his body and cast into the kingdom of heaven.
Along with the roaring melody, the light condensed into thunder fell from the sky, like a chain, reaching many saints, causing them to suddenly change their complexion and retreat quickly.
The core of the Fourth Symphony is the musician's awe of'doom'. At this moment, with the theme of doom, it is the existence of destiny that is explained. In the inheritance of the saints, it is the core of the core. Once bound by the chains of fate, it will be completely trapped in the cage.
Even if the dragon is chained, it can only be a mad dog.
But then, despite the pressure of the Fourth Symphony, Charles's other palm slowly unfolded, and the Fifth Symphony was played loudly!
It's crazy!
The inheritance of the saints is that only saints can exert its quintessence power. The biggest reason in itself is that even any one movement is too large for ordinary musicians. If it cannot be done, it will not weaken its effect. , If you force the performance, the pressure caused by the operation of music theory will crush your consciousness to shatters.
Even the saints will be cautious when driving this kind of ultra-standard movement to avoid backlash.
What's more, Tchaikovsky's holy name is the same as Haydn's expertise, even among the saints, it is also known for the super-wide-area music theory interference!
It is also the most drastically changing path of destruction.
This is definitely not the addition and subtraction of one plus one equals two, but the increase in the difficulty of geometric multiples, even beyond.
If you are a little careless, you will be burned first!
But at this moment, while Shire's heart is divided into two, there is no difficulty in the slightest. Instead, the fourth symphony and the fifth symphony are merged into one.
The music theory, which is also based on the theme of doom, and the same elucidation of the way of fate, collides with each other at this moment. Instead of annihilating each other as everyone imagined, they are mixed together like wind and fire, bursting to make the saints also do The destructive power of the frightening heart.
What's even more fascinating is that when the Shire did not move, after the saint, the saint who also inherited the name of Tchaikovsky let out a hoarse scream.
In an instant, it was as if blood was boiling, and the music theory and spirituality of countless riots crushed his consciousness. Under Shire's call, he could not control his own power unexpectedly.
All five are burnt.
In an instant, it burned into a pile of fly ash.
Countless music principles rushed out of his body, gathered in the hands of Charles, merged into the inheritance of the saints in his body, and then melted into the glory of heaven.
In the projection of heaven, an old phantom emerged.
An unprecedented two-saint heritage, and it is the same saint heritage, gathered in one place. Under Charles's elucidation, the music rationality developed on its own, and it turned out to be a long-forgotten figure.
As if waking up from a big dream, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looked at Shire, and then at the saints opposite, with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I can't help myself."
In an instant, everyone's scalp became numb.
——Su Sheng, the deceased!
Damn it!
The **** turned out to be the resurrection of the dead!
The original Tchaikovsky, who has been dead for hundreds of years, is resurrected!
Just like the red king resurrected after his death, a miraculous scene appeared in front of everyone, subverting everyone's reason.
The first-generation saints who had already died were born again under the convergence of music theory and spirituality!
It is as if the saints who had already ascended to the heavenly kingdom descended on the earth again under the dispatch of divine will.
"Impossible...Impossible..."
After comprehending the meaning of this miracle, some of the saints completely collapsed: "Everything goes from life to death, only the great source is eternal... The great source is eternal... from life to death..."
This is the iron rule laid down in the three oaths of the musicians!
Only gods can turn from death to life.
But what is happening in front of me now...
"Don't be fooled by him!"
Liszt's face was pale, "It's just a fuzzy consciousness formed by music theory and spirituality! Don't forget, the yellow spring of the hundred eyes is still in his hands!"
The music theory consciousness formed by the inheritance of the double saints, coupled with the memory endowed by the Yellow Springs integrated into Eden, the so-called rebirth is just a projection of music theory, memory and consciousness at the same time, a puppet!
The turbulent fighting spirit finally recovered, but everyone's hearts were heavy, and Liszt's expression was even more ugly.
Yes, the opponent is just a very similar puppet, but what's the difference between this... and the real resurrection?
What's more, it's not just that...
He has received the observation warning from the "lighthouse". In addition to the vague consciousness and memory, there is something different in the saint projection created by Shire...
Some kind of music theory that is in the same source as Yingkui!
This may be the essence of the resurrection of the saints, the biggest reason...the true power of the shadow sunflower!
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For a long time, countless people have tried to study the phantom sunflower blooming in the dense areas of the ether, but no matter what, it is difficult to touch its essence.
I can't even figure out the reason and law of the appearance of this phantom sunflower. As time goes by, I can only give up.
Even Charles, after fusing the shadow sunflowers, discovered what was wrong with the research of many musicians.
Those blooming sunflowers in the shadows are nothing but reflections in the water, and the bright moon in the sea, no matter how hard you work on this appearance, you can only return without success.
It makes no sense at all.
They didn’t even figure out the research direction...
From beginning to end, there was only one shadow sunflower.
As early as hundreds of years ago, it had already bloomed, and after a day of splendor, it was destined to wither.
From then on, after being enclosed in amber and becoming a specimen, it was spread among nations as a work of art.
For hundreds of years, it has been circulated among dozens of families and has hundreds of owners, but no one has ever thought that the amber specimen in their home study for their own enjoyment is the source of one of the four living creatures.
Until the end, the six generations of Caucasus kings who were tired of being thrown into the treasure house were covered in dust and no one cared.
For the shadow sunflower, blooming and life may have ended long after that day. What mankind observes is only the scene it reproduced through the interference of the nature of the great source.
It's already dead, and it hasn't even lived in human observation. But it was this death that became a vivid proof of its survival.
It is a remnant of roots and the past, which has already been covered in dust for a long time.
What it represents is just the sunflower that has only bloomed for a day.
Its birth and destruction are submerged in the past, and the human beings who stop and now cannot touch its existence, nor understand its essence.
Humans can see its posture through the mirror that Dayuan reflects in the past, but they are blocked by the desperate wall of time. It seems to be close to you, but it is so far away that it is hard to reach in this world.
——The traces of the existence of life.
This is the essence of Shadow Kwai.
This is why it and other natural disasters are called the four living creatures by the three sages.
The "Mother of Life" represented by the Dark Earth Mother, the "Limit of Growth of Life" represented by the Giant with One Hundred Arms, the "Foundation of Life Evolution" represented by Leviathan, and Shadow Kwai Proof of existence, past history and traces, the short time spent by survival.
Those engravings are deposited in the great source, and they are awakened by the Shire at this moment, and once again emerge from the world, what exists is not life, but the remnants of the past.
A miracle of reflections gathered from past records and reshaped from the traces of the past.
So, the deceased Su Sheng.
Rekind like ashes.
It didn't take long for Paganini to understand the essence of this miracle. When he looked at the Shire, his eyes became complicated.
——This time, what price did you pay for this miracle?
At this moment, in addition to Charles and Paganini, Tchaikovsky's projection of the saints also joined the battle.
"It seems that it is now three to four."
Charles smiled and looked at his enemies, "The difference between victory and defeat is not so great, is it?"
Liszt was indifferent and unwavering, "Stealing authority, usurping justice, claiming gods...what victory is there for a demon in the guise of religious robes?"
Along with his words, the divine light that is hundreds of times hotter than before gushes out from his body, and countless thunder and fire guards are by his side~IndoMTL.com~ Under the flogging of music theory, reality is distorted. ...
That is the purest element of destruction.
The power that claims to be the number one destruction among the saints emerges here.
Burn your own consciousness, ignite your own body, regardless of your life and future.
Liszt is desperate.
With his guidance, all the saints ignited their music theory almost as martyrdom, and the power beyond the specifications skyrocketed again.
Under mutual resonance, the projection of the sacred cauldron descends here!
Staring at the sacred cauldron full of blood, Paganini’s eyes flashed a bit of cruelty—just as he expected, the silence of the Order this time does not mean silence, but Final preparations.
I am afraid that during this period of time, the Order has invested hundreds of years of savings and the most precious property of the holy city into the sacred cauldron.
What the full blood at this moment represents...is the power transformed by the origin of natural disasters!
For hundreds of years, the natural disasters collected by the Holy City through the Inquisition and Silent Organizations have probably been put into it and turned into resources!
This top secret is impossible even for a saint.
Just as he had guessed back then, the seemingly noble saints are nothing but the product of the sacred cauldron. As long as they continue to invest in the natural disaster body, they can continue to be produced...
Not even limited to the original number, creating more saints!
This power to transform natural disasters...
It's almost from the same source as Shire's ability!
It was obviously a fierce battle at this moment, but a more bizarre conjecture emerged in Paganini's heart.
Soon, that conjecture was buried deep in his heart, sealed tightly, and even erased from his memory, without any trace.
Only the momentary shudder proved its existence.
"God..."