Crown of Silence

Chapter 423 Winged People

She woke up from her sleep.

I opened my eyes and saw the flames.

In the sacred hall, the holy fire is burning and candles are shining in all directions.

The magnificent music theory spurted out from behind her, running in the holy fire, like huge wings of fire, causing a storm in the hall as it danced.

The flames that penetrate the material and etheric realms are flowing with light, and countless illusions are flowing. In a fleeting moment, scenes from nowhere are revealed, either majestic or majestic, or dark and cold... The world merges into In that flame, an entity formed.

This seems to be the essence and manifestation of ether.

Thus, she was reborn.

But this rebirth didn't seem to make her happy, she just stared silently at the gorgeous and majestic dome.

After a long time, she turned back and said softly:

"Caligula, I have had a long dream."

There, the old and haggard old man supported his crutches, stared at her figure, and smiled happily: "Is it a good dream?"

"The dream was very long, I can't remember it clearly."

As she recalled it, her eyes brightened: "But I remember that someone came to me, and I wasn't afraid anymore."

"This is a good dream."

Caligula nodded, "When people get old, they will feel that things in the world are always together and separated. When you are not lonely, it is like a dream.

If you can have such a dream, you will not regret it. "

"That's right..."

She nodded confusedly and asked, "Then can I still see him?"

"He has left."

Caligula replied: "He has probably found a place to return to, just like you. From now on, fate will favor him."

"Then I can't see him again?" she asked, "I want to see her."

Caligula was silent.

Then, her eyes dimmed.

"You are the descendant of Romulus, the descendant of the great god."

Caligula lowered his head to advise with a humble expression: "After you sacrifice yourself, become the host of fire, and lead us to rebirth, you will be the emperor of the empire, the supreme 'Augustus'...

You are no longer the same as before. "

"Then can't I have friends?"

"Your Majesty, you are the emperor, and you can have as many friends as you want at your fingertips."

"But those are not my friends anymore, Caligula." She shook her head, "I am the emperor, and they will all be afraid of me."

The old man stared at her, hesitating to speak, but his eyes became sad.

""Although I don't understand it, the emperor should be like this, right? "

She stared at Caligula's sad face and smiled: "I will get used to it. Don't worry, Caligula. I have someone in my heart, so I won't be afraid of anything."

Caligula stared at her for a long time, then lowered his head with a pleased and complicated expression: "Your Majesty, you have grown up."

"Children will always grow up."

She stretched out her hand, a light of fire lit up in the void, and a bronze mirror emerged from the fire. Matter is refined here, as natural as breathing.

She stared at herself in the mirror, and the girl in the bronze mirror smiled at her. It was as if she had grown ten years old overnight. Her hair had grown a dark red color of flame, and she was no longer the childish child she once was.

She turned around in the mirror and jumped excitedly:

"Look, Caligula, I've grown taller."

Caligula raised his head and stared at the girl on the steps, watching her hair flying in the wind like flames and her eyes majestic.

He lowered his head.

Suddenly, I didn’t dare to look anymore.

And just on the steps, the girl walked out of the fire. The flames became clothes and adhered to her skin, transforming into a majestic and sacred purple clothes.

The door burst open in front of her, revealing the colorful and shining sky of the etheric realm.

In the sky, countless stars rotate, lighting up this realm between existence and non-being. This huge city broke through the chaos and was suspended between light and darkness.

Countless people who had been reborn from the cocoon arrived. They gathered outside the main hall, knelt on the steps, and stared at the girl who walked out of the main hall.

Wearing a crown of fire that symbolizes strength, she holds a scepter that represents power and an orb that represents the world. She waves her wings, walks in the void, overlooks the city, and arrives at her own country's border.

It's like the sun's disk hanging high in the sky.

"Emperor! Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!"

The crowd looked up at the dazzling light, chanted her name enthusiastically, and gave her the divine title.

Until she raised her palm, everyone stopped shouting and bowed their heads respectfully, waiting for the emperor's edict.

In the sky, the girl stared at her country and her people. After a long time, she solemnly declared:

"My people, since there is no place for us on earth, let us leave the earth and go to heaven!"

"From today on, the country of Romulus and the people of Romulus are no more."

"We are born out of death."

——From now on, we are the ‘winged people’! "

As a result, the crowd was excited and shouted towards the Emperor Mountain in the sun:

"It's true!"

"It's true!"

"It's true!"

There are no longer any traces of animal transformation on their bodies.

That night, the sacred fire absorbed all the power, erasing the demonic bloodline, and catalyzed the scepter left by the Yellow King on them, allowing them to be reborn and reborn.

And at this moment, behind everyone, the ether gathered and spread out like wings!

They cheered for the emperor's brilliance, fluttered their wings, and flew into the sky. Countless wings set off a storm and swept across, swarming around the sun disk.

"Then, follow me to the sky."

In the sun, the new emperor holds the orb high.

In the light of the orb, the void changes and chaos trembles.

The city tore a big hole in the void, breaking the gap. In an instant, it passed through the sea of ​​ether and fell back into the material world again.

The jaw-droppingly huge city was suspended thousands of feet high in the sky at this moment.

In the fierce storm, the city was swallowing the torrent of ether, consuming an incredible amount of power every moment, distorting the laws of reality, and resisting the pull of the earth.

And at the top of the city, the emperor raised his scepter, and in the wings behind his back, countless music theories intertwined, transforming into an overwhelming and huge movement.

That movement encompassed the entire city, turning the entire ancient and huge city into a musical instrument, playing a magnificent and magnificent chapter.

In that melody, above the nine heavens, there was the sound of the sweeping tide.

From an extremely distant place, a ray of light from the stars lit up.

The next moment, it was like the Milky Way sweeping over and rushing into the city.

That's the star ring.

The star ring that had been silent for a long time roared and rotated, adjusting its orbit and angle, twisting from the night sky.

In the dull eyes of all stargazers on the earth, the etheric torrent condensed into substance merged with the city.

Close to each other, there is no gap.

It's like it has been like this since a long time ago.

Under the shroud of the star ring, the city seemed to have blood, and it came alive with the flow of blood.

The whole city roared and trembled, like a lotus made of steel, unfolding in a loud noise that seemed like the world was opening up. Until finally, a huge archipelago was formed that towered over the sky!

That night, the star rings changed.

The winged people were reborn from the fire, took their own land, and followed their emperor back from the ethereal realm!