Crown of Silence

Chapter 745 Mercy and Cruelty

The moment the Eden projection appeared, Paganini took out the broken stone plate from his arms and held it high.

——The wheel of balance!

At that moment, the torrent of ether spurted out from it, setting off the elements and intertwining into the shadow of a huge wheel. As the shadow rotated, the barrier between the etheric world and the material world suddenly broke, and the understanding of higher dimensions and human beings The cognitive dimensions overlap again.

In an instant, endless power spurted out from the depths of the etheric realm, crushing all Asgard's defenses. Even the Golden Palace barrier dissipated under this devastating power before it could react.

The realm of Eden descends from heaven to earth.

During the majestic hymn, Ciel endured the severe pain in his body and screamed to the sky. The bones on his back suddenly grew, and a lonely wing spread out from his back, covering the world.

Covered by the brilliant wings of light, it crushed all etheric fluctuations. All the Asgardian musicians who were preparing to play trembled violently, vomited blood, and turned pale.

Under the coverage of the wings of natural disaster, all ether fluctuations were forcibly smoothed out.

This was a one-sided shackles, and with the blessing of Eden, all the Asgardian musicians exploded with power far beyond their past. In an instant, they tore apart the outer defense of the Golden Palace and eroded inwards.

"Move quickly! Don't worry about anything else!"

Paganini supported the huge consumption of the balance wheel and repeatedly urged: "Don't give the Holy City any time to react, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, beside him, a Caucasian musician suddenly turned around, and the prepared changing movement was pushed towards Paganini. The fire and wind swept away, and the terrifying destructive power broke out in an instant.

No one expected that their companions would rebel and kill Paganini.

Except Paganini.

The fire and hurricane dissipated in an instant, and the rebellious musician was already in Paganini's hands, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"It's three hundred and ten years too early to use this trick against me."

Paganini sneered, recalling the experience and lessons he learned when he betrayed the Holy City three hundred and ten years ago, and looked down: "Are you right? Your Excellency Chopin..."

No one responded.

At some point, there was already a full moon hanging high in the dark sky. Under the moonlight, everyone's expressions became shocked.

Chopard…

"Keep your mind tight and don't give him any gaps to take advantage of." Paganini ordered in a cold voice: "Abandon the Golden Palace and find Chopin first, otherwise our operation will not be carried out at all!"

Saint Chopin.

The youngest of the saints who have ever lived, and a member of the most deviant doomsday faction in the Holy City, he has been arguing all day long that the Day of Destruction is coming, God's judgment and relief are coming, and the world will be buried in fire. He has no serious look and is looked down upon by everyone, even if he never shows it to his face.

Chopin knew this very well, and he even knew exactly what those guys were thinking.

It is precisely because of the power represented by the bright moon hanging high in the sky at this moment.

The legacy of the saint Chopin.

——"Moonlight Song"!

If the scorching sun is used as a metaphor for the drastic changes in matter, then in any sect and academy, the moon phases represent the source of consciousness and soul.

If the sun is life, then the moon represents the void soul.

Using Moonlight Song as his inheritance, Chopin has mastered the dark side of the cult for hundreds of years - the school of psychology that controls the mind and consciousness.

Among all the saints, with the ability to fight head-on, almost everyone can defeat him with one hand - of course, this is also related to the contemporary Chopin himself who is too lazy to spend time on other schools of thought - but if the enemy is not defeated with a front-on As a goal, no one can beat Chopard.

The crucial reason for the Hundred Years' War between Burgundy and Anglaise that just ended was that Chopin arrived at the border where the two sides were fighting. Under the moonlight song, both sides lost all fighting spirit. If it were not for the efforts of the musicians on both sides to maintain it, everyone would probably All must be completely brainwashed by the canon and become members of the doomsday faction of the sect.

In fact, almost all the members of this generation of doomsday sects came from this way...

If it weren't for his attainments in the school of psychology, he wouldn't have been sent to Guixu as a 'fuse' because the cult wanted to ensure Schubert's 'sacrifice'.

Unfortunately, in the end, Schubert chose sacrifice and redemption based on his own will, and never resisted his own mission, nor did he put him to use.

His appearance here at this moment is undoubtedly a preparatory measure taken by the religious group in advance. He is not required to defeat the enemy, as long as he can delay time, it is enough.

In just a few seconds, several musicians could not control themselves, and were controlled by the penetration of the moonlight song.

Fortunately, Paganini also knew very well about this. The two of them were in the open and the other in the dark. At this moment, the consciousness of all the musicians present was used as a chessboard to fight against each other in the air.

Everyone felt that their moods alternated between sadness and joy, and it was difficult to control themselves.

Soon, Paganini looked at the chaotic city below: "He is hiding down there, find him!"

Looking at the brightly lit city below, with almost millions of people, trying to find Chopard... is simply impossible.

Paganini sneered softly, seeming to have found a solution.

As if he guessed his thoughts, Chopin's helpless voice sounded.

"With me here, your raid is completely meaningless. Why not get out of the way before the cult can react? That way you will be fine, and I will be relaxed here... It's good for everyone."

"You are joking?"

Paganini asked: "If you really feel pity, why not remove the moonlight? It is also a good thing for those who have nothing to do with it."

"Why are you so cruel?" Chopin sighed bitterly, "You...don't you even have a little bit of mercy?"

"You forced me."

Paganini was unwavering, "You use them as your shield, why do you expect them not to fulfill their mission?"

As he spoke, he looked at Ciel.

Charles looked at the chaotic crowd below. There were millions of people in the whole city, and his hair suddenly went numb. Finding Chopin among them was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But in desperation, he could only reach out and press into the void.

Soon, following Ciel's movements, a soft melody sounded, and wherever the gentle singing voice passed by, the crowds on the street fell asleep one after another.

But soon, the gentle singing was interrupted by tragic screams.

Flames rose from the ground, engulfing an urban area and the sleeping civilians.

Charles raised his head in astonishment and looked at the musicians beside him. Those musicians were indifferently playing the changing movements they could master and throwing them towards the city below.

Soon, roars sounded one after another, and the fire engulfed the blocks one after another. The tragic cries and screams rose from the ground, trembled in the fire together with the dust, and finally disappeared into the fire.

Paganini stared coldly at the rising flames of destruction below without any wavering.

"What are you doing!"

Ciel stared at him angrily, "Are you crazy! They are all civilians!"

Paganini stopped him with a cold expression, "Hypnosis is too slow, and it is easy for Chopin to fish in troubled waters. Charles, don't waste your time.

The outcome of the war depends on our mission. If we fail, hundreds of thousands or millions of people will die in the war, as you can see..."

Ciel stared at him blankly, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

His pupils were ignited by the fire and destruction on the ground, burning red.

Like an illusion, those long-lost whines sounded again, but this time it was not an illusion, but real reality, happening right in front of him.

Countless people are dying.

He saw again, those wailing souls emerging from the ashes, riding the wind and smoke, rising from the ground into the sky, and disappearing in the glow of Eden.

It's like ascending to heaven.

He pressed his forehead hard, enduring the severe pain caused by the hallucination, and roared.

"Come out, Chopin!"

Ciel roared towards the city below: "Get out!"

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, Son of God, I don't want to die yet." Chopin responded with a sigh, "Although the day of destruction is right around the corner, I still think... it's better to die later."

Although they are both psychic musicians, compared with the unparalleled Ye Lanzhou back then, the two of them are almost at opposite ends of the spectrum. Chopard never hides his humbleness and rickets.

"This is my mission, just like you have your own mission." Chopard said lightly: "We have no choice."

At that moment, Chopin's figure appeared in a ruined neighborhood.

In an instant, it was locked.

Ciel clenched his five fingers, his face expressionless, and the elements of Eden were activated, delivering punishment.

Facing the light that was enough to burn him to death, Chopin breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the black ashes from his face, and sat down on the ground.

boom!

A roaring sound erupted, which was the sound of the turbulent backflow of the ether sea.

Above Paganini's head, the projection of the wheel of balance suddenly stopped, and the overlap between the etheric world and the material world began to shrink rapidly, making Eden sway and find it difficult to sustain...

In an instant, all communication between the material world and the etheric world was completely blocked.

Except Shire.

In other words, once you move a few meters away from Ciel, you will be knocked down to the level of a formal musician.

Facing the sudden blockade, the wings of light covering the entire sky still spread out, withstanding the pressure without wavering.

He looked in the direction of the Golden Palace.

A blazing light rose into the sky from the Golden Palace and shrouded their heads, outlining the shadow of a wheel of balance, but it was completely different from the direction in which they were rotating.

The three-minute interval was enough for Asgard to activate the order's balance wheel, completely separating the etheric world from the material world.

After the invaders lost the power of high-level dimensions, they no longer had any threat to the Golden Palace.

Along with the blockade of the Wheel of Balance, fiery ether fluctuations emerged from the void one after another, and the scepter emerged, outlining the shadow of the saint.

As the giant wind tunnel of the Golden Palace opened, projections of saints came one after another.

Liszt, Mendelssohn, Brahms, Schumann, Tchaikovsky... plus Chopin who revealed his true identity. The six saints descended here, and their superpower, which was enough to overthrow any country, locked onto the Shire's location.

With a gloomy expression, Paganini used the Wheel of Balance to once again open a crack in the blockade.

"Come on, Ciel," he said. "Mission failed."

The Holy City was... found.

Surprisingly, in such a short period of time, so many musicians who can pass on the power of the saints were found.

Can I only say that it is worthy of being called the Holy City? However, in such a glamorous lineup, I wonder how many people are puppets and how many are consumables?

Thinking that he was blocked by a group of consumables, he couldn't suppress the rage in his heart, gritted his teeth, and issued an order to retreat.

"No."

Charles didn't move, just looked at his enemies coldly.

He took a deep breath, endured the boiling pain in his body, and did not leave along the crack, but pulled out a strange specimen from Eden behind the crack.

It was like a frozen flower, the withered sunflower solidified in amber, maintaining the former beauty and brightness, as if it still retained vitality after hundreds of years.

Facing everyone's stunned expressions, he raised the specimen amber in front of him.

"I'm still alive."

He whispered softly, "So - not yet!"

At that moment, the lighthouse musician in the Golden Palace who was observing the battlefield changed his face.

"Stop him!"

The Revelation Musician stared at the specimen reflected in the lighthouse observation and saw its essence: "That's... Shadow Sunflower!"

The next moment, everyone's face suddenly changed. Regardless of dignity or demeanor, or even their own physical endurance, they launched a siege on Charles.

Charles' information and intelligence are not difficult to find. It can even be said that the information about his first half of life is almost commonplace, and it is easy to investigate. Even where he liked to eat free meals when he was in the academy, where he was caught and beaten, and where he ran naked on a moonlit night when drunk, can be found.

Of course, they will not forget the most important point in the information:

-This guy has the ability to directly absorb and devour the body of the natural disaster through the appearance!

Just like the natural disaster Eagle Nest Mother who attacked the Caucasus died tragically...

At this moment, the amber fell apart between Charles' five fingers.

It was as if the essence was lost, all the power was drawn away, swallowed, turned into food, and merged into Charles' blood. Thus, the sunflower that had bloomed for thousands of years withered and dissipated in Charles' hands.

At that moment, Charles roared and screamed in pain.

In the earth-shaking waves, the light engulfed him, and countless destructive movements drowned him, but they could not cover up the thunderous rhythm in the core.

That was the sound of a heartbeat.

The invisible heart beat painfully, absorbing the sudden elements and power, melting the music theory, swallowing the ether, and turning it... into wings!

So, in the crisp sound of bone growth, Charles screamed in pain.

In the dissipating fierce light and smoke, everyone saw it.

On his back, next to the natural disaster wing representing the eagle-wing mother, a wing bone broke out of the body, as if flesh and blood were growing on it, as if vines were growing, and in the end, it was covered by feathers that were as erratic and distant as shadows.

The wing was so far away that it seemed not to exist at this moment.

As the wings flapped, the petals of the former shadow sunflower withered and fell from it, dissipating in the wind.

The power that was enough to destroy a city acted on Charles, but not even a hair of his was damaged, because he was far away from the living world, and nothing in the world could touch him.

"Now..."

Char stared at his enemies and whispered softly:

"It's my turn."

That's right, after Leviathan, the Hundred-armed Giant, and the Dark Earth Mother, the last of the four living creatures was written off... (Spreading hands

By the way, after several days of entanglement, this book finally has a fan title (you can have it as long as you pay for it!)