Crown of Silence

Chapter 493 Longevity

If those damn exhibits had always made Ciel feel hideous and terrifying, then this experimental object made Ciel feel extremely disgusting and disgusting.

The monster, hundreds of times larger than an ordinary baby, was soaked in a putrid solution. Half of it was already a skeleton, but the remaining half gave people such a vivid sense of life.

He finally regained his sense and clarity, and mustered up the courage to look at the freak: "What the hell is this?"

"As you can see, it's just a baby."

Gaius withdrew his gaze: "The blood of the natural disaster was injected into the embryo in the test tube, and after a series of extensive operations, a long-lived baby was finally born."

"longevity?"

Charles only felt ridiculous: "Do you expect this thing to live long?"

"The average life span of ordinary people is fifty years."

Gaius suddenly said: "The rich and powerful nobles are well-fed, have a balanced diet, and have excellent doctors available 24 hours a day to treat any disease. Their average life span is eighty years, and in some areas it can even reach nine years." ten years.

The basic lifespan of a musician is equivalent to this, and the lifespan of a resonance musician can reach one hundred and twenty years.

After the scepter, the body transformed by ether can survive in this world for two hundred years. After the two hundred years are up, I will try my best to survive for another five years. If it sublimates into the Holy Spirit and resists its own dissipation by sleeping, it can still survive for three hundred years.

Three hundred years later, the oil ran out, the lamp dried up, and the ashes disappeared, just like His Majesty Aeneas a few days ago. "

He said: "Char, the limit time for human beings to survive with their own will in this world is five hundred years, only five hundred years.

Five hundred years sounds like a long time, but compared with this world, it is as small as dust.

The stones under our feet, the dust on our bodies, the water around us, and even the steel we cast, not to mention those terrible and terrible undead natural disasters, their lifespans are far longer than ours, and they don’t even know the limit yet... You still have When I was young, I never experienced the fear of aging and the horror of death.

An old man like me, who is already 60 or 70 years old, feels that his energy is getting weaker and weaker day after day, and wrinkles are spreading on his body like insects. You have to be careful even when walking, for fear that if you fall, you will break your bones and be unable to recover, and you will be on the sick bed from then on.

You don't realize the value of longevity, and you never have the opportunity to face this choice. "

He stared at Ciel: "You only have one life, and it's the same for everyone. Death is death. There is no heaven or hell. There is only an eternal emptiness waiting for you.

In that cold eternity, even death will lose its meaning.

When we live in this world, what we struggle and desire is nothing more than to live a little longer. "

Ciel's eyes were cold, and he raised his finger and pointed at the freak:

"How long can it extend people's lives?"

"Decades ago, countless musicians worked hard to create it. According to our calculations, its lifespan is as long as two thousand years or more...For three hundred years, it looked like a baby. It is called For long babies, future giants."

"Unfortunately, it died."

Charles said coldly: "It seems that it doesn't live long."

"Babies are always going to die, and you need to understand that."

Gaius said calmly: “However, the Holy City has obtained enough results and data from it.

As far as I know, after I left the Holy City, they have found a way to push the limit of human lifespan and even exist in the world in the body of an ordinary human being.

Although this news has been blocked. But for some big shots in the upper echelons, it's not much of a secret.

As long as you pay a certain price, the chanting musicians can use surgery to restore the body of an old man who has exhausted his energy and energy... Haven't you seen it in the square? Archbishop Ludovic standing next to the Pope is the best proof.

He was the first recipient of the spell.

Twenty years ago, he underwent surgery when he was dying and disappeared from sight.

Five years later, he reappeared as an ascetic monk, walking in the Holy City, holding the Holy Grail, which contained ashes, as if he had returned from the kingdom of death.

All those who understood this meaning knelt before him, praying for his grace and mercy, and for immortality.

Therefore, the Yixin Monk Society in the Holy City was able to rise so quickly.

Compared with the illusory resurrection, those nobles hope for a long life. If Ludovic shows his abilities, the dying people will worship him as a god...

In just a few years, Ludovic controlled more than half of the power in the Holy City. Now, it has completely dominated the Holy City. "

"With your help..."

Charles added indifferently for him: "You are his great benefactor."

"Things may not be as simple as you think, Ciel."

Gaius shook his head, seeming to laugh at himself: "I'm just an introduction. Even if I didn't assassinate the Pope, it would be another person who stands up today.

Everyone must adapt to their own role. In the role of the revolutionary army, shouldn’t they just do this kind of thing? "

Ciel was silent.

boom!

A huge shock came from above their heads, as if the Tower of Judgment was falling apart again.

Gaius raised his head thoughtfully, staring at the ceiling, his eyes narrowed.

Should I say he is worthy of being Ye Lanzhou's son?

He came much faster than he thought.

Fortunately, he was prepared.

——

Five minutes ago, in the chaotic holy city.

Countless explosions sounded one after another, pushing this city into chaos during the most prosperous festival.

Looking down from the sky, the cold light of the armor was like water rushing along the river, along the streets and alleys, quickly covering all directions.

The bells in the towers rang, and the musicians on standby continued to take off, and all of them exuded the same etheric fluctuations. According to past training, in a blink of an eye, they were in sync with the power of the bell tower.

As the musicians took off, more and more people were integrated into this huge sync, and in the end, it reached hundreds of people!

Hundreds of masters!

Any country that allowed them to destroy it would be enough to flatten all the important cities on the other side's territory within a day!

At this moment, in the hidden place deep in the Holy City, there were also several auras of scepters rising into the air.

Especially in the Pope's Palace, a majestic aura rose into the sky and turned into iron light.

It was a shadow wearing armor, riding an eight-legged giant horse, holding a lightning spear in both hands, and wrapped in the light of thunder. As soon as it appeared, it dispelled the layers of haze over the Holy City, and everyone was breathless.

Saint Wagner!

The saint who had been meditating in the depths of the Pope's Palace because of old age was awakened, leading countless musicians to tune in unison, vaguely forming a huge network, completely encompassing the Holy City, dividing it into several areas, sweeping back and forth.

Then, a huge wind tunnel opened from the depths of the Pope's Palace.

In the tunnel of light guarded by the storm, several auras that were not inferior to Wagner leaked out.

It was obvious that the saints outside received the news and opened the wind tunnel thousands of miles away. Although the wind tunnel cannot transmit living things, it is enough to transmit one's power through the air.

Those several auras were on guard to prevent accidents. If anyone dared to move lightly, then what awaited him must be a thunderbolt strike from the combined efforts of several saints.

The chaotic dust was quickly separated under the convergence of the net, and the situation slowly developed towards stability again.

It can be foreseen that although there are still many problems to come, all that is needed is time.

And in the sky, among the countless ripples and ripple-like detection vibrations, a dim and vague moonlight flashed through it, swift and fast, without any alarm.

Even if he passed by those masters, it seemed like just a breeze blowing, and no alarm was triggered.

In the cover of the moonlight, Ye Qingxuan flew awkwardly in the sky.

The method he used was the same as that of the purple-eyed griffin a few days ago.

He also used his own music theory system to construct a domain in his body, separating himself from the outside world, and generating repulsion by interference of properties, allowing himself to fly in the sky.

However, compared with the other party's terrifying attainments that were like dust falling to the ground without any sign of wind, Ye Qingxuan was inevitably a little immature.

Flying in the sky was like being catapulted by a catapult. Not only was there a whistling sound of wind, but the turns were also extremely abrupt right angles, without any roundness.

Although Ye Qingxuan's progress was rapid in just a few minutes, in terms of actual level, he was just a novice from a chicken.

If it weren't for Laura's "Fantasy Materialization" to disguise him, with his poor flying skills, he would have been captured by the Holy City long ago.

Even death can be denied, and the technology of turning into an illusion is used for disguise at this moment, which is a waste of talent.

Originally, Laura wanted to go with Ye Qingxuan, but was rejected by Ye Qingxuan.

At that time, her face was very bad.

"Are you sure you don't even need someone to collect the bodies?"

"Don't say such unlucky words as collecting bodies."

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh: "I have something else to ask you, which is related to whether I can give full play to my strength, so I'll ask you."

"What for? Help you call for reinforcements?"

"It's easy to find enemies in this damn place of the Holy City, but it's harder to find reinforcements than to find a cardinal who doesn't have a lover." Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh: "You need to help me go to a place and find someone. If he's not there, leave the Holy City quickly and don't look back."

"Who is so important?"

Ye Qingxuan said a name.

Lola was stunned for a long time, sighed, turned around and left without saying anything.

I don't know if Laura has found it now, but Ye Qingxuan has followed the guidance of the moonlight line and came to the sky above the Tower of Judgment.

On the ruins of the broken tower, which was in a state of silence and tragedy, Ye Qingxuan looked down at the earth, stretched out his hand, and took out the long-lost monocle, the Eye of Silence, from his bosom, and then used all his strength.

With the help of this secret treasure of the Anglo royal collection, the cold moonlight shone from Ye Qingxuan's eyes, faintly illuminating a turbulent light and shadow.

The light and shadow were hidden under the broken tower, fluctuating with the changes in the music theory of the outside world, extending from the ground to the depths of the ground. Ye Qingxuan had seen such a situation.

In Avalon, the Stein Chamber, where the royal family collected treasures, was like this place, made of independent fragments of the etheric world, overlapping with the material world, but by no means the material world.

A hidden realm?

However, what attracted Ye Qingxuan's attention even more was a figure hidden in the ruins.

Even in Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the shadow seemed to be covered with a layer of vague water vapor. No matter how hard he stared, it was extremely blurry, and it was difficult to tell whether it was an illusion of light or reality.

That was a complex and meticulous field that obscured his existence. No matter from the naked eye or detection, there was no way to find his trace.

Fortunately, Ye Qingxuan could still recognize the griffin mask on his head.

And the pair of purple eyes without any emotion.

"Hey, we meet again."

Ye Qingxuan muttered to himself, raised his palm, and the cold moonlight shone in his hand. The moonlight condensed into substance, sharp and cold, and his pupils became more and more cold.

"... Then let's say hello again."

The next moment, Ye Qingxuan threw his sword towards the purple-eyed griffin that had not yet discovered him!

I rushed and rushed, bypassed the stuck plot, and finally finished writing. I am really sorry for the late update.