Crown of Silence

Chapter 746 Afterimage

When the wings spread out from the sky, the whole world fell into silence.

The shadow wings from the void fluttered silently and swept through the void, but there was no sound of wind at all, and there was not even a weak ether fluctuation.

Compared to the other Xuanhe's radiant wings, it is simply like the other extreme. Apart from what can be captured by the eyes, its entity cannot be observed by any means.

It doesn't exist here.

This is Ying Kui.

At the moment when everyone was stunned, Ciel waved his hand and the wings of light were forcibly unfolded.

The shadow of Eden emerged from behind him, and as he clenched his five fingers, a roaring sound appeared, and endless light spewed out from the kingdom of heaven.

"Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 4 in F minor!" 》

The roar of thunder blended into the melody, not only did it not appear noisy, but it highlighted the majesty and majesty.

The legacy of the saints!

The tit-for-tat confrontation made the Saints look ugly.

Although it is not known how the Holy City bypassed the holy name that had been inherited by Charles and once again created the inheritance of the saints, at this moment, Charles' movement just unfolded, and soon, the enemy inherited the Saint Tchaikovsky. The famous new saint felt the music theory in his body turbulent, and was actually attracted by Ciel, as if he wanted to break away from his body and throw himself into heaven.

Along with the roaring melody, the light condensed into thunder fell from the sky, like a chain, reaching out to many saints, causing their expressions to change suddenly and they quickly retreated.

The core of the Fourth Symphony is the musicians’ awe of ‘doom’. What is elucidated with the theme of doom at this moment is the existence of fate. In the inheritance of saints, it is the core of the core. Once it is bound by the chains of fate, it will be completely trapped in the cage.

Even a giant dragon can only become a mad dog after being chained.

But then, regardless of the heavy pressure of the Fourth Symphony, Charles slowly opened his other hand, and the Fifth Symphony played loudly!

It's crazy!

The biggest reason why only the saints can exert the essence of the inheritance of the saints is that even any movement is too huge for ordinary musicians. If so, the pressure caused by the operation of music theory will crush consciousness into pieces.

Even saints would be cautious when handling this kind of super-standard music to avoid its backlash.

What's more, Tchaikovsky's specialty is the same as Haydn, and even among saints, he is famous for his complicated and complex ultra-wide-area music theory interference!

And it is also the path of destruction with the most drastic changes.

This is by no means the addition and subtraction of one plus one equals two, but a geometric increase in difficulty, or even more.

If you are not careful, you will be the first to be burned!

But at this moment, while Charles was divided between two things, he didn't show any signs of difficulty. Instead, he merged the Fourth Symphony and the Fifth Symphony into one.

Music theories with the same theme of misfortune and the same explanation of the path of fate collided with each other at this moment. They did not annihilate each other as everyone imagined, but mixed together like wind and fire, bursting out something that even the saints were frightened by. Destructive power.

What is even more disturbing is that when Charles did not move, after the saint, the saint who also inherited Tchaikovsky's holy name let out a hoarse scream.

In an instant, as if his blood was boiling, countless rioting musical spirits crushed his consciousness. Under Ciel's summons, he was unable to control his own power.

All five parts are burned.

In just an instant, it burned into a pile of ashes.

Countless music theories surged out of his body, gathered in Ciel's hands, merged into the saint's inheritance in his body, and then melted into the glory of heaven.

In the projection of heaven, an old shadow appeared.

An unprecedented two saints' heritages, and they are the same saints' heritage, gathered in one place. Under Ciel's interpretation, the musical spirit developed on its own and turned into a figure that had been forgotten for a long time.

As if waking up from a big dream, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looked at Charles, and then at the saints opposite, and seemed to smile bitterly: "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

In an instant, everyone's scalp became numb.

——The dead come back to life!

Damn it!

It’s the fucking resurrection of the dead!

The original Tchaikovsky, who had been dead for hundreds of years, is resurrected!

Just like the Red King resurrected from the dead, a miraculous scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes, subverting everyone's reason.

The first-generation saints who had died long ago were reborn again under the convergence of music theory and spirituality!

It's like the saints who have already ascended to heaven are descending to earth again under the guidance of God's will.

"Impossible...impossible..."

After understanding the meaning of this miracle, some of the saints collapsed completely: "All things go from birth to death, only the Great Source is eternal...The Great Source is eternal...from birth to death..."

This is the iron rule stipulated in the three oaths of a musician!

Only gods can reincarnate into the dead.

But what is happening in front of me now...

"Don't let him fool you!"

Liszt's face turned livid, "That's just a vague consciousness formed by the spirituality of music theory! Don't forget, the hell of the Hundred-Eyed Man is still in his hands!"

The consciousness of music theory formed by the inheritance of double saints, coupled with the memory given by the Huangquan integrated into Eden, the so-called rebirth is just a projection of music theory, memory and consciousness at the same time, a puppet!

The turbulent fighting spirit was finally barely restored, but everyone's heart was heavy, and Liszt's expression was even uglier.

Yes, the opponent was just a very similar puppet, but this... what's the difference between this and the real resurrection?

Moreover, it was not just that...

He had received the observation warning from the 'lighthouse'. In the projection of the saint created by Charles, in addition to the vague consciousness and memory, there was something different...

Some kind of music theory that was from the same source as the shadow sunflower!

This may be the essence of the resurrected saint, and the biggest reason... the real power of the shadow sunflower!

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For a long time, countless people have tried to study the illusion sunflower blooming in the dense ether areas of various places, but no matter what, it is difficult to touch its essence.

Even the reasons and laws of the appearance of this illusion sunflower are unclear, and over time, they can only give up helplessly.

Even Charles, after integrating the shadow sunflower, found out what was wrong with the research of many musicians.

Those blooming sunflowers in the shadow are just reflections in the water, the bright moon in the sea. No matter how much effort is put into this appearance, it will only be in vain.

It is completely meaningless.

They didn't even figure out the research direction...

From the beginning to the end, there was only one shadow sunflower.

It had bloomed hundreds of years ago, and after a day of splendor, it was destined to wither.

From then on, after being sealed in amber and becoming a specimen, it was circulated among countries as a work of art.

For hundreds of years, it has been circulated among dozens of families and has had hundreds of owners, but no one has ever thought that the amber specimen in their own study for their own enjoyment is the source of one of the four living creatures.

Until the end, the six generations of Caucasian kings who were tired of it threw it into the treasury, covered by dust, and no one cared about it anymore.

For the shadow sunflower, blooming and life may have ended long after that day. What humans observe is just the scene reproduced through the interference of the nature of the great source.

It has long been dead, and has never even lived in human observation. But it is this death that has become a vivid proof of its existence.

It is a remnant of the past, a time that has long been covered in dust.

It represents nothing more than a sunflower that bloomed for only one day.

Its birth and destruction are submerged in the past, and humans who stop at the present have no way of touching its existence, nor can they understand its essence.

Humans glimpse its posture through the mirror of the past reflected by the Great Source, but they are blocked by the desperate wall of time. It seems to be right in front of us, but it is so far away that it is difficult to reach in this world.

——The trace of life.

This is the essence of Shadow Sunflower.

This is why it and other natural disasters are called the Four Living Things by the Three Sages.

The Dark Earth Mother represents the ‘mother of life’, the Hundred-armed Giant represents the ‘limit of life growth’, and Leviathan represents the ‘foundation of life evolution’, while Shadow Sunflower is the proof of the existence of life, the history and traces of the past, and the short time spent by survival.

Those imprints were deposited in the Great Source, and now they were awakened by Charles and reappeared from the world. What existed was not life, but the remnants of the past.

A reflection gathered according to the records of the past, a miracle reshaped according to the traces of the past.

So, the dead were resurrected.

Reignited like ashes.

Not long after, Paganini saw through the essence of this miracle, and when he looked at Charles, his eyes became complicated.

- What price did you pay for this miracle this time?

At this moment, in addition to Charles and Paganini, Tchaikovsky's saint projection also joined the battle.

"It seems that it's three to four now."

Charles smiled and looked at his enemies, "The difference between victory and defeat is not so big now, isn't it?"

Liszt was indifferent and unshakable, "Stealing power, usurping justice, claiming to be a god... What victory can you say about the evil demon disguised in a robe?"

As he spoke, a divine light hundreds of times hotter than before gushed out from his body, and countless thunder and fire guarded him. Under the whip of music theory, reality was distorted...

That was the purest element of destruction.

The power known as the first in destruction among the saints emerged here.

Burn your own consciousness, ignite your own body, regardless of your life and the future.

Liszt was going to fight to the death.

Following his lead, all the saints ignited their music theory almost like martyrs, and the power that originally exceeded the specification surged again.

Under mutual resonance, the projection of the sacred cauldron descended here!

Staring at the sacred cauldron that seemed to be filled with blood, Paganini's eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty - just as he expected, the silence of the cult during this period of time did not mean silence, but the final war preparation.

I am afraid that during this period of time, the cult has invested hundreds of years of savings and the most precious property of the Holy City into the sacred cauldron.

The blood at this moment represents... the power transformed from the source of the natural disaster!

For hundreds of years, the natural disaster bodies collected by the Holy City through the Inquisition and the Silent Agency have probably been invested in it and turned into food!

This secret is impossible for even the saints to know.

Just as he guessed back then, the seemingly noble saints are just products of the sacred cauldron. As long as the natural disaster bodies are continuously invested, they can be continuously produced...

Even more saints can be created, not limited to the original number!

This power to transform natural disasters...

It almost comes from the same source as Ciel’s ability!

It was obviously a fierce battle at this moment, but an even weirder suspicion emerged in Paganini's mind.

Soon, that suspicion was buried deep in his heart, sealed tightly, and even erased from his memory without any trace.

Only the momentary tremor proved its existence.

"God..."