Crown of Silence

Chapter 749 Witness

Ye Qingxuan searched all the information in his mind, but he had never seen the names of these four people.

The inexplicable appearance of four more saints made Ye Qingxuan feel uneasy. Since when did it become easier to create saints than to give birth to children?

What made him even more uneasy was whether Ciel could withstand the Golden Palace.

In fact, Angelo and Caucasus have not formed an alliance until now. The tacit cooperation between the two parties is only because he and Ciel are familiar with each other.

He wished that Caucasus and Gaius would die early and be reborn.

But he never wanted to pay the price including Ciel's life.

Fortunately, a guy as cunning as Charles would definitely take the lead and run away if he couldn't beat him, and he wouldn't stay and fight for his life.

——

The sky shattered.

The Iron Dome falls apart.

The divine light of Eden radiated throughout the Golden Palace.

The steel palace was burned red under the blazing sun. Compared with the sky that seemed to have fallen into a foreign land, the earth was so far away and so small, as fragile as the thin shell of an egg.

Countless dust particles on the earth looked up to the sky, praying for the end of the disaster.

But the light called relief still shines in the sky, and the power of divine punishment runs within it, all of which are shrouded in the realm of Eden.

The sea of ​​light in the sky is so gorgeous, but even a drop of it will destroy the entire earth.

The world cries, hanging on a fragile wire, with nowhere to hide.

Those desperate eyes stared at the sky, praying that this would end soon.

Or, the end will come soon.

And the war... the war is still going on.

Yes, it's war.

One person faces the entire Asgard and the war against the entire Holy City.

——No, if you can reach such an incredible level of strength, is it really still a human being?

Everyone watching this war had the same confusion in their hearts. Is this really a force that human bones can support, human muscles can push, and human will can control?

Or...a god?

The crown of light was blessed from Eden. Between the wings of light and shadow, Ciel stood high above the sky, reaching out and facing the earth, water, fire, wind, curses or illusions coming from all directions, remaining unmoved.

With a soft sigh, Saint Liszt closed his eyes, and the power restrained by the human body exploded.

"May my sacrifice be valuable..."

At that moment, the ultimate element of change, the fruit of destruction that humans had built over hundreds of years, emerged here and moved like a giant axe, chopping up all matter.

In the elemental chaos that is difficult to observe, there is a shadow of radiance emerging.

Sublimate from mortal things and advance to the realm of gods.

This is the last Matjepa.

The black holes of annihilation moved like stars from within, bombarding Ciel's body one after another.

The Cave of Annihilation, which was enough to turn an entire city into nothingness, fell into Ciel's hands and shattered like a phantom, one after another.

The terrifying impact that swept in all directions was tightly restrained by the Eden projection before it could erupt. No matter how many violent fires circulated like torrents, it was still unable to break through the boundaries.

"Chopin, how long are you going to stand by and watch?"

Mendelssohn glared at his frustrated companion, but all he saw was a bitter smile.

"In fact, from the beginning until now, I have been trying to break through his mental defenses."

Chopin smiled miserably, and the backlash seeped out from his facial features: "But it wasn't until just now that I discovered that he had no defense at all, and all my erosions were swallowed up by him..."

It's not that it's impossible to break through, it's that there's no response at all.

It was as if he was giving a hint to a piece of iron stone. There was no such thing as consciousness in the enemy's body, only an ocean of light so deep that he almost drowned and suffocated.

Is this really human will?

Just like when he faced the terrifying outline of the Hundred-Eyed Man, all he could see was bottomless darkness and inhuman emptiness. Would such a monster have a personality like a mote of dust?

"Sorry." Chopard responded hoarsely, "I can't do anything."

The harsh sound of the scepter cracking sounded from his body, causing Mendelssohn to fall into a daze.

In an instant, Matjepa's light went out.

The burned-out Liszt fell from the clouds, and the ashes melted into the endless light.

But with his sacrifice, the projection of the sacred cauldron not only did not dissipate, but became more intense. The blood in the cauldron rippled, and new elements emerged from it one by one.

Above the sky, stars fall...

Amidst the roars one after another, the light from the Holy City finally descended on the land of Asgard. In just ten minutes, the first batch of reinforcements from the Holy City had arrived.

It was obviously the hope of victory, but it made everyone who paid attention to the war shudder.

Six saints!

Six more saints!

Yegor, Gluck, Rossini...

Those unfamiliar holy names emerged from the elements, and then, the holy objects that had been forced to be sealed by the Holy City by the Third Amendment Act of various countries appeared from their hands.

Among them are many artifacts that are comparable to the Gate of Heaven, and even three of them are newly forged weapons...

It was a weapon forged after violating the right path, not to promote the glory and justice of God, but to destroy, kill, and exterminate something.

Just by existing, the world was in turmoil.

The cold edge reflected on the musicians behind Paganini, and they actually felt the fear of their souls being torn apart. If they were not careful, they would be completely dissolved...

Yes, dissolved.

Dissolved in the light of judgment, like being purified by mud.

At the moment of appearance, the saints attacked at the same time, without any hesitation, and without any mercy for the civilians, even if the entire Golden Palace was affected!

In just a moment, Charles was suppressed in the core of Eden, almost completely splitting the domain of Eden. The aftermath was turbulent, and the light of destruction sealed in Eden poured out like a rainstorm, in all directions.

Charles' expression changed.

Ignoring the holy object that was chopped down, he forcibly expanded the projection of Eden, just like pulling the out-of-control carriage tightly, blocking it in front of the dust.

He was finally injured.

Under the blade.

There were horrible scars on his arms, but the wounds were rolling, but no blood seeped out, as if there was no such thing as blood in that body.

He dodged the siege of the saints in a panic, watching them do everything they could to destroy him.

"Do you want to destroy Asgard?"

He gritted his teeth and looked at his enemies, but the saints did not speak, just attacked without reservation.

They did not care about their own lives, nor did they care about anyone else. They wanted to completely destroy the false god in front of them, almost like destroying everything together.

"Really? I understand..."

Charles finally realized, and his expression became cold, "Then, it doesn't matter if you are killed by me, right?"

At that moment, Mendelssohn, who was severely injured at the back, felt cold all over.

"Why is it that the Holy See is still unwilling to take action at this point?" He murmured hesitantly, "If there is "Destiny"..."

That's right, if there is the chapter of "Destiny", even a false god would be no problem, right?

Chopin glanced at him and asked, "What if Fate can't kill him?"

Mendelssohn was silent.

Dare not think about it anymore...

As the final means of the Holy City, if Fate can't kill him...then what should they do? -

Not everyone has the courage to face this war beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

When the first batch of reinforcements from the Holy City arrived, the scepter musicians behind Paganini were already pale.

"We, don't retreat..."

Someone mustered up the courage to ask, "Staying here will only hinder Lord Charles's performance, right?"

Paganini didn't look back, but stared at the battlefield intently.

"No, we must stay."

He didn't move at all, "It's meaningful for us to stay."

"Do you want us to applaud and cheer for the Son of God?" Someone shook his head bitterly: "Besides this, what else is there for us to stay here?"

"Witness."

Paganini whispered softly, staring at the battlefield fanatically, "You just need to witness it."

Must stay.

Must witness all this.

Witness the outcome of this battle...

Will humans defeat the gods, or will the gods destroy humans?

No matter who wins or loses... What awaits humans is not a happy ending.

If the gods destroy humans, then what is the meaning of mankind's struggle for thousands of years? If humans defeat the gods, then what is the purpose of countless years of prayer and piety?

So, what will be the result?

Paganini is waiting enthusiastically.

——

There was a shocking wave from the direction of the Golden Palace.

Ye Qingxuan could look up at the blazing glow rising in the distance, but he had no time to investigate carefully.

As early as the moment the divine armor appeared, he had been entangled by four saints, and was busy dealing with the siege, and had no time to support Mary's natural disaster incarnation.

Leviathan versus Odin.

Ye Qingxuan had no time to intervene in the war between the Lord of the Sea and the King of Thunder.

He had to concentrate on dealing with the four saints in front of him. If he hadn't been able to use the ether net to overwhelm others, he would have been completely defeated if he wasn't careful.

The four saints seemed to have been good at joining forces for a long time. There was no gap between their movements. One assisted, one restrained, one attacked, and the other did not make a move from beginning to end. He silently looked for every gap of Ye Qingxuan, with a chill in his hands that made him shudder.

Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that the four saints would have the nerve to besiege him alone, and he didn't expect... their strength seemed to be much weaker than he expected?

The pressure brought to him by the four people joining forces was just a lot more than Wagner, but not too much.

This made him puzzled. If there were four people of Wagner's level here, he would probably have been unable to hold on and wanted to escape.

Although it was expected that these unconventional saints would have certain weaknesses, he didn't expect that their weaknesses would be so obvious.

So, what is the Holy City thinking?