Crown of Silence

Chapter 600 Redemption (Part 1)

Snow fell from the sky and fell on Ciel's hair.

He lowered his head and looked at the pale face in the pool of blood, watching him gasping for breath with difficulty. The last heat turned into white mist, rising from his mouth and nose, flying into the sky, condensing into frost in the wind, and falling silently. , freezing the gradually cold blood.

The severe pain caused his face to twitch.

The soldier groaned, stared at Ciel, and stretched out his hand with all his strength, trying to touch him. The lips opened and closed weakly, but no sound could be heard.

"Hold on a little longer."

Charles held his hand hard and felt the bone-chilling coldness. The coldness penetrated into his bones, making him panic: "I'll find someone immediately. Just hold on a little longer...Doctor! Doctor! There's another one here..."

In the din, only distant moans responded.

Snow seemed to fall endlessly from the sky, covering the entire frozen soil. On the plains after the war, the war had not yet been extinguished, but the corpses were already cold.

Thousands of people? Or tens of thousands?

For their new country, they fell in this war, in this place so cold that hell would freeze, and they died looking up at the sky until their faces were covered with snow powder.

The medical soldiers staggered across the plain, loading the still-living ones onto the supports one by one, and then stabbed the hearts of the unsavable ones one by one with their swords.

In this way, people who cannot survive will no longer have to suffer.

Ciel's cry was drowned by the fine snow, and no one responded. Not far behind him, Wolf Flute was smoking a cigarette and wrapping his coat tightly, just watching without saying a word.

Ciel looked back gloomily, only to see the smile of the dying man.

It's like heaven is in sight.

"Ah, ah, the divine son..."

He held Ciel's hand, opened and closed his dry lips, and used his last strength to plead: "Please...give me salvation..."

Charles opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He couldn't bear to avoid the man's sight and hesitantly organized his words. In the end, he could only nod wordlessly.

The half-disfigured soldier smiled, as if he had finally received Tong Qing's acquiescence.

The gates of heaven opened before him.

He closed his eyes with satisfaction.

The last breath faded.

No more temperature.

Charles let go of his hand and watched as his arm fell into a pool of solidified blood. Even though he was dead, his palm was still held empty, as if he was holding on to some invisible hope.

For a moment, Ciel saw it.

The vague figure rose from the man's body, like the last white mist coming out of his mouth and nose, slowly rising into the sky.

not one.

It's hundreds or thousands.

Countless vague figures soared in the sky and entered the invisible door.

It's like really walking into the kingdom of heaven.

Ciel thought the hallucination was coming again, but when he looked at his hand, he found that there was no blood in the hallucination - it was real - but when he looked again, he couldn't see it again.

They have left.

Only the wind and snow were left, covering the battlefield and eliminating the last traces.

"Is that true?"

Ciel stared blankly at the sky.

Langdi was puzzled, "What?"

"……No."

Ciel shook his head, smiled mockingly, and looked away: "No, it's nothing."

Wolf Flute sighed and handed over a pack of cigarettes.

Materials were in short supply on the battlefield, food was distributed per person, and cotton-padded clothes could only be worn by two people, and they took turns to wear them, but this was the only one that was in unlimited supply.

The low-quality tobacco produced in East Tianzhu was chopped with a guillotine, then roasted in a crude way, and then wrapped in extremely thin and rough white paper, without even a filter element.

"Too bad there's no wine."

Charles lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. The acrid smoke rushed into his lungs, like sandpaper scratching his throat, causing pain like swallowing gravel.

Smoke sprayed out of the mouth and nose and flew into the sky.

Are they flying to where those souls go?

Ciel couldn't help but think.

"Relax, this is war." Wolf Flute patted his shoulder: "It's not the first time, nor the last, but there will definitely be more in the future.

If those countries do not recognize the changes happening here for one day, then the war will continue for one day. "

"I know."

"But you have to understand." Langdi sighed, "How many people is this? Along the way, how many people have you tried to save?

You are the leader, you are their hope, but you are not a medic. Give up, you can't save everyone, but you can give them a worthy death. "

Charles was silent for a long time, and then asked softly: "Do they really believe that I am some kind of divine son?"

"right."

"But I'm not."

Ciel shook his head: "I know I'm not. I have nothing to do with that bullshit God. He has never loved me."

Langdi thought in silence for a long time and finally found the answer:

"Then you may not be His biological child, right?"

Ciel said nothing.

Langdi immediately shrugged with disappointment, "I thought this joke was good."

"Where is Mr. Gaius?" Charles put out his cigarette and suddenly asked, "I have something I want to find him for."

Langdi thought for a while and said, "He should be very busy now."

"I know."

Ciel turned back and stared at the huge battlefield covered with snow: "Things like the Holy Son have no meaning at all for this place. I don't want to be just a mascot, the Wolf Flute."

"Gaius will never agree to your participation in the war." Wolf Whistle answered straightforwardly: "You are a symbol, Charles, you are the proof of the existence of miracles, you must be superior.

If you participate in the war, other countries will have a reason to dispatch their own scepters and natural disaster weapons, and there may even be saints...Gaius will never allow you to roll up your sleeves and start fighting because of a momentary impulse."

As he said, he pointed to the end of the battlefield.

At the end of the sight, in the distant camp, huge ether waves rose far into the sky, indicating the existence of the self.

"See? We can't be passive."

Wolf Whistle said: "Whoever can't help first will lose."

"Don't worry, I won't."

Charles smiled self-deprecatingly, looked down at the cold face in blood and snow, and whispered softly: "I just think I should help a little...even if it's just a little bit."

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Three hours later, Baishan Research Institute.

There was no heat in the cold room, and it was so cold that it made people tremble in their lungs. Even the house was just built and could only block the wind on all sides. There was a stove burning in the corner of the room, but it couldn't provide any warmth.

The old people sat at the table, wrapped in thick coats, holding hot water cups, but they were shivering from the cold.

In the silence, no one spoke.

They looked at the drawings on the table in silence, concentrating on not letting go of any loopholes and errors.

Footsteps sounded from a distance, and the young researcher pushed open the door and ran in, his arms bulging. He ran in a sweat in the snowy weather, and the sweat froze on his face, almost freezing.

"That's all Curry has, I took it all."

He put the gray 'iron ingots' in his arms on the table, and those 'iron ingots' as thick as thumbs fell on the table and collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Molten lead, all molten lead.

The old men looked at the molten lead on the table and looked at each other in bewilderment:

"Is it really feasible?"

"No one has ever thought of this idea, and the principle is very simple, so there is no problem."

"There have been similar designs before, but there are also many drawbacks. Moreover, we lack a better alloy formula."

"The Holy City has imposed a technical blockade on us. If we want to study it ourselves, it will take another four years."

"The idea is very good, but we don't have that much time."

"First, make a batch of prototypes based on this design. Maxim, you have sufficient manpower there, how long will it take?"

"Those newly recruited carpenters and blacksmith apprentices still need training before they can be used. If you want a qualified prototype, it will take about three months."

Behind the table, Charles listened to their opinions silently for a long time, and slowly shook his head: "It doesn't take that long. If you think it's okay, it can be done now."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

Charles nodded and spread his palms.

A crisp sound rang out.

As if an earthquake had suddenly arrived, the sound of the tables and chairs shaking rang out, and the glass on the wall suddenly cracked and fell apart. The old people looked at each other, and couldn't help wanting to retreat.

Collapse!

A chair suddenly collapsed, and the person sitting on it staggered and looked up in surprise, only to see iron nails breaking free from their restraints and throwing themselves into that palm.

The sound of wind rang out.

Gray dust like mist surged from the window and gathered beside Charles, and countless rough metal particles could be vaguely seen.

The cold wind whistled and poured into the room through the window, but there was no chill at all.

Because what was born in that palm was a high temperature that surpassed that of lava.

Like a furnace.

Countless alchemical matrices were born and died in an instant, and as the five fingers moved and gathered, they formed an abstract furnace. The dazzling pure white flame was brewing in it, and the temperature that was enough to completely evaporate the entire room in an instant was restrained in that hand.

Just a little heat leaked out, and the room was so hot that it was almost suffocating. The old men's beards curled and retreated to the corner.

When the steel was put into it, it became liquid, and the impurities evaporated in an instant.

Then, countless fine dust poured into it, which was the mineral dust hidden in the deep layer of frozen soil. The invisible palm picked them out of the soil and put them into the furnace, and smelted them with the terrifying temperature.

Heating, hammering, purifying, forming, reprocessing, forging, quenching...

In a blink of an eye, the long process was completed in one fell swoop.

In Charles's hands, dozens of parts in the extinguished fire had been cast and formed, colliding, rubbing, piecing together, and combining with each other, and finally formed the prototype of the creation.

A strange iron pipe with a handle.

"Okay."

Charles placed it on the table: "If there is no mistake, we can test it now."

There will be another chapter later... probably.