Crown of Silence

Chapter 488 Destiny

"Constantine, today I grant you the grace of God."

The Pope held up the dark blue stole in his hand.

It was an accessory like a long scarf, with scriptures embroidered delicately and finely with lapis lazuli threads, carrying an indescribable solemnity, and was a symbol of all holy orders.

He placed the stole in Constantine's raised hands, "Be in awe, your dedication and sacrifice have been remembered on the throne of God."

So, Constantine bowed his head in awe, respectfully hung the stole on his shoulders, and responded solemnly:

"--I am grateful for the grace."

At this point, under the high platform, the envoys and nobles who came to watch the ceremony could not help but sigh: The Holy City once again has a powerful cardinal, and the revolutionary army may not let it go so easily...

In the future, I am afraid there will be more trouble.

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Just outside the crowd, Ye Qingxuan, who had been nervous for a long time, also breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.

It seems that Gaius really didn't come.

"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Hermes drank his wine, glanced at him, and then pointed to the platform: "By the way, I haven't been out for a long time. What's going on?

I can't understand it from the beginning. When did the Revolutionary Army and the Holy City become good brothers and are ready to work together?"

"Boss, don't you know?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned, "The deputy commander of the Revolutionary Army, Constantine, has defected to the Holy City. I thought you would know him."

"Constantine?"

The boss was stunned: "Deputy commander? Defect? ​​Holy City?"

His expression revealed a strange confusion.

Immediately, he seemed to understand something and couldn't help laughing, laughing loudly, as if he had heard an incredible joke and witnessed the funniest comedy in history.

He laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.

He laughed so hard that Ye Qingxuan was particularly uneasy.

"Ye Qingxuan, I know him, but he is not Constantine."

Hermes slapped the table, almost laughing to tears: "The Revolutionary Army has been a dictatorship since the beginning, and there has never been any deputy commander! Those who appeared on behalf of the Revolutionary Army are just fakes played by substitutes... You, you... Hahahaha... You don't really believe it? Sure enough, humans are really interesting, hahahaha..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him dully, watching him laugh so hard that he was out of breath, but he couldn't react.

Finally, he understood what Hermes said, but he couldn't help but feel cold all over.

"Not Constantine?"

He looked up stiffly at the man on the platform who was bathed in the cheers of all the believers: "Then who is he?"

"Who else could it be?"

Hermes clapped his hands and applauded this excellent satire, and his tone became teasing and mocking: "The one who was canonized as a cardinal by you is of course the despicable defector, the biggest trouble in the Holy City, and I don't know how many people dream of killing him.

It's just that many people call him..."

"——The great Gaius!"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was struck by lightning.

He had no time to hesitate, jumped up from the chair, and looked under the platform:

"Wolf Whistle!!!"

——

It was also at that moment that Gaius spread his arms and bathed in the golden sunlight.

Under that sacred light, it seemed as if the blessing of the gods had really descended on him, making him look so majestic, so holy, and so awe-inspiring.

He lowered his head and stared at the crowd, but his sight fell on the center of the square.

The young man who was intoxicated by the music.

Then he heard the heavy and sad piano sound.

It was not the musician's servitude to the ether, but just pure performance. It was like the symphony presented in countless taverns and celebrations, when the crowd cheered.

However, this symphony was too solemn and lofty. It was not a beat that humans could appreciate, but a movement composed by gods for the only truth in the world.

Destiny.

This is destiny...

"Charles, you really understand it."

Constantine, no, Gaius lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "But, after discarding the appearance, how can the so-called "Destiny" become such an empty shell?"

And Charles could no longer hear his voice.

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He could not hear any sound, he was already immersed in the crazy melody.

It was as if there was a voice deep in his soul urging him, pushing him, making him indulge in the performance, making him go from being unpracticed to being proficient at an astonishing speed, and finally, turning the melody into instinct.

Never before had such a strong pain risen from the deepest part of his head, like a blade cutting his will and soul, trying to tear apart the body he had created in just over a decade, revealing the essence of his soul to the world.

In the darkness, it was eager to try, it was about to wake up.

It couldn't wait to be reborn in this world again.

Charles only felt that he had transcended that tiny body without knowing when, and although he was clearly here, it seemed as if he had stepped into another dimension.

He found comfort in the narrow senses of his five senses.

He saw unprecedented colors, heard the echo produced by the collision of matter and will, and smelled the taste of sorrow and joy. When you reach out and touch it, you feel as if you are touching the ground thousands of miles away. If your mind is moving, you can rise to the sky and be with the stars.

There, there is an illusory and sacred city hanging high, where countless holy spirits sleep.

And as long as you lower your head, you can see the endless abyss. Countless shadows are crawling in the darkness, opening thousands of eyes, majestic and terrifying.

The cold and indifferent moonlight lingers between the two, seemingly present but invisible, seemingly nonexistent but substantial.

He saw countless broken worlds wandering between the three, attracted by the surging gravity, and turned into dazzling stars.

And just behind the stars, an indescribable shadow of some invisible substance appeared faintly.

It was a huge whirlpool.

It sheds everything and destroys everything.

It seems to contain endless mysteries, but also seems to be an emptiness that cannot tolerate the existence of anything.

That is the essence of all things, the source and destination of everything.

Dayuan!

The severe pain could not stop him, and he was immersed in this shocking performance.

——He transformed into the ether and finally got a glimpse of the nature of this world!

The pain is burning, breaking down the blockade of the will, like a hammer hitting the soul, recreating everything about him.

It tears apart the membranes between muscles, the lines on bones, the weaknesses in blood, and then pushes them into the furnace of nothingness to recast everything new.

He gradually died during this performance.

But a new man emerged from the ashes.

It was the key. After waiting for a long time, it finally opened the lock sealed in his body, releasing the bound essence, allowing him to regain his life.

As a result, he integrated pain and joy into his fingertips, and during this performance, he pushed the melody to its climax.

Everyone heard the majestic melody bursting out from the hands of the young man.

For the first time, in this pure performance, Ciel played out its essence, even though it did not echo any ether, and there was no music theory.

But there is an unprecedented spirituality brewing from that melody.

All the musicians present, no, the musicians in the Holy City, even the whole world, felt an instinctive tremor. They stared into the deepest part of the crowd as if facing a formidable enemy, and saw the young man playing crazily under the stone monument.

It was like seeing the world collapse before my eyes.

This is the first time since the founding of the Holy City that someone has played this terrible melody in public.

Even Handel couldn't restrain the shock and... murderous intention in his heart.

That's "Destiny"!

Even though there are no ether fluctuations, no musical theory construction can be felt, and not even the power of a single note emerges, who can dare to say what terrible changes that movement will bring about.

This is a holy city!

As long as the aftermath of fate leaks even a little bit, it will be enough to crush everyone in the entire square to pieces!

At this moment, everyone is hesitating whether to take action and interrupt the melody!

Then they no longer have to struggle or hesitate.

Because the melody has reached its peak, bursting out with a melody that trembles the soul and will.

At this moment, fate has arrived!

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At first, there was a suffocating silence.

The world froze.

Then came the great fear.

Countless people, at this moment, emitted a cry that seemed to have condensed into substance.

The screams gathered in the same place and turned into the same note, sharply stinging every eardrum, defeating everyone's reason, and causing them to sink into the deepest darkness.

Desperate screams and roars spread, and everyone's mind was shattered by the sight before them, and their will was shattered, leaving only the wooden body sinking in this cold world.

At that moment, no one realized:

——Perhaps it was fate that changed the world.

And when Charles woke up from his intoxication and looked around blankly, he only saw pale faces.

He looked back in astonishment and followed everyone's gaze to the high platform.

Then, he saw the figure falling from the high platform.

It was a faded red.

Like the color of dried blood.

The time of falling was so short, but the low echo of falling to the ground was so terrifying. The crowd retreated involuntarily, crying in panic.

Charles was stunned, as if he understood something, and rushed forward like crazy.

Then, he saw blood.

In the blood, a solemn red dress dyed red.

The majestic crown fell to the ground, broken and twisted, bounced and rolled, and stopped at his feet, making a clear and low echo. It's like the lingering sound that erupts after the birth of tragedy.

In the pool of blood, the thing that was once humanoid had been completely twisted into a ball, and its flesh and blood were blurred.

There is no need for redundant language to describe it. Anyone who looks like this has absolutely no chance of survival.

It was a corpse.

And on the back of the corpse, there was a pitch black dagger.

No miracle occurred, no resurrection came, and all precautions were of no use. Just a simple stab in the back, and he died simply.

It was so simple that it was impossible to refute it, leaving no room for any luck.

He was dead.

Charles used up all his strength, trembling, and walked forward, reaching out his hand, trying to feel the dead man's breath, but all he got was a coldness.

But until now, he still couldn't believe it...

The great Pope, the ruler of all souls, the only agent of God in the world.

The Red King, just died so simply?

He was struck by lightning, staggered back, raised his head with difficulty, looked up... looked up at the old man on the high platform, overlooking everything.

He was still bathed in the sacred light, like a righteous man walking out of the holy book.

"Why?"

He whispered softly, not believing what he saw. He screamed, using all his strength: "Mr. Constantine, why is this!!!"

Why... why did you do... such a thing!

Gaius retracted his gaze.

He just stared at the sky, stretched out his hand and drew the sacred emblem on his chest.

"I will fill this river of souls and make it flow endlessly."

He closed his eyes and whispered softly:

"For you, my Lord, for you."

——

"Catch him!!!"

The first person to react was a cardinal. He glared at Wolf Whistle: "What are you still doing here! Catch that damn guy!"

In an instant, dozens of black shadows rushed out of the chaotic crowd in the square and pounced on the stage.

The thrilling and magnificent movement emerged from the air, and various melodies burst out in an instant. Handel's face was furious, his eyes were red, and in his hands, the crutches supporting his body broke into pieces, and a blazing light emerged from it.

This is the true form of the crutches.

It was given the name of a saint and created with the movement of "Messiah".

No one has ever been able to see its essence through that light, nor can it describe its shape and appearance. The moment it appeared in Handel's hands, it fell to the ground.

The terrifying vibration swept all around.

The steel city that was cast into one piece also trembled under this indescribable shaking, bursting out a docile clanging sound. The cold and majestic loud noise swept across, piercing everyone's eardrums, defeating everyone's will, and making the confused pilgrims prostrate on the ground, trembling involuntarily.

Unless allowed, all the effects of the movement were completely defeated at this moment.

Because the savior promised by God seemed to have descended on the earth in this terrifying loud noise.

——Who can endure the day of his coming? Who can stand when he appears?

Because he is like a refiner's fire.

Like a fuller's alkali.

In the holy city, hundreds of towers burst out echoes at the same time, gathered in the same place, exploded in the sea of ​​ether, and instantly evolved into a terrifying vortex.

The vortex penetrated the etheric world and the material world, opened up a huge exit, and made the magnificent city deep in the etheric world shine brightly and descend into this world.

In the holy relic display room, the dark golden heavy sword trembled and chanted endlessly.

The gate of heaven appeared here!

Endless glory.

At this moment, the heaven and the earth were all covered by the holy light, and the layers of restraints were locked on the high platform, closing all directions, and sending down thunder punishments that could destroy the world with anger.

And faster than him was the wolf flute.

At the moment when Ye Qingxuan roared, he moved.

In an instant, countless beasts split out of his consciousness and turned into a real wolf pack. The number of the silver wolf pack after combining the elements was incredible.

Hundreds, coming forward, tens of thousands...

The body of the wolf flute collapsed and dissipated in an instant, and it crossed a distance of thousands of steps in one step, flashed again, and then, without hesitation, it struck hard!

Behind him, the shadow of the wolf-headed god emerged, and the golden staff in his hand fell down, instantly breaking through the layers of defense and digging a big hole in the enemy's body.

Blood gushed out and sprinkled on the faces of the bishops and nobles.

They stared blankly at the cold-eyed Wolf Flute and the big hole in Handel's chest!

No one expected that Wolf Flute, a core member of the Silent Agency, would be so cruel to Saint Handel at this moment. Then, hundreds of wolves emerged from the void, intercepting all the attacks flying towards the platform, and then in the next moment, they tore apart the dozen figures.

Blood rain poured down from the sky, dyeing the silver wolves red.

The gate of heaven dissipated.

The light of the artifact Messiah's staff dimmed, fell from Handel's hand, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Handel lowered his head blankly, looking at the palm that pierced through his chest.

The five fingers of the hand slowly closed, crushing the heart inside, and blood dripped.

So, he finally accepted the reality, turned around, and stared at the wolf whistle.

"Why?" He vomited blood and asked with difficulty.

"Isn't it obvious, sir?"

The wolf whistle sighed softly: "I am the spy."

Handel laughed hard, full of self-mockery and bitterness.

He looked at the face of the wolf whistle, and then looked at the wolf-headed human statue behind him.

"So you have been hiding it from me for so long..."

At this moment, the wolf whistle showed a terrifying power that was many times beyond the ordinary scepter.

No one thought that the weakest scepter in the legend was hidden so deeply.

Everyone thought that he was unworthy of creation and that he only fused the lowest beast element.

But this was not a beast element at all, but something far beyond other higher elements, almost a divine element.

The brand new scepter he condensed with jackals, death and Hades...

——Anubis!

"I didn't expect that I would die in the hands of my successor."

Hendel finally smiled reluctantly and closed his eyes.

Fell to the ground.

He died.

And in the chaotic square, Ye Qingxuan, who was running wildly, stopped tiredly.

It was too late.

After all, it was too late.

The moment Hermes revealed Gaius's true face, the first thing he figured out was not what Gaius wanted to do, but the wolf whistle...

There were a lot of things these two days, and I stayed up late to code a chapter of 5,000 words. I didn't wait until tomorrow and posted it directly. I'll take a day off at the weekend to go to the hospital, and handle my passport and housing fund (Ahhh, there are so many things to do. If you like it, please give me some monthly tickets, but remember to reserve double the amount for me at the end of the month!)