Crown of Silence

Chapter 822 Paradise on Earth

"See it, little leaf?"

Charles looked down at the paradise where he grew up. "Soon, everything will be over. Humankind will be freed from the torment of the world and usher in eternal peace."

"And eternal death--"

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and cut off the last trace of unrealistic delusion: "I won't let you succeed, Charles, you should know..."

"Yes, this is you, isn't it?"

Charles smiled.

Until now, a trace of joy and happiness emerged in that smile.

"Your compassion for this world is far greater than mine-even if it treats you indifferently, makes you suffer and sad, but you have never despaired of it.

So, come on.

No matter what you do, I won't blame you."

Facing Ye Qingxuan, Charles waved his hand and generously untied the shackles of all paradises, allowing Ye Qingxuan to echo the glow of the ether net.

"Perhaps I should isolate you in paradise, but if you think it's useful, it doesn't matter whether you use the Sacred Cauldron or the music of the Ether Net, or the power of any of the three kings.

I will fight you equally."

So, Charles drew out the weapon containing the power of God.

On the blade, there is no longer the darkness of the past, nor any pain and madness hidden in it.

That is the salvation that illuminates everything in the world.

A sword of glory that is so pure that it is difficult for humans to reach.

Now, the god clenched the sword and declared to Ye Qingxuan: "If you want to stop me, Xiao Ye, you are my enemy."

"Then, I will be your enemy."

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan nodded and blocked the front of the god, his eyes as firm as iron:

At that moment, the throne of the Blue King, the crown of the Red King, and the scepter of the Yellow King emerged from his body. The first, second, and third management authorities were activated, awakening the control core far away in the east, and completely activating the Sacred Cauldron.

Thousands of times the computing power runs in the torrent of ether. All the power forged by humans is in Ye Qingxuan's hands, turning into a sword blade, pointing at the god in front of him.

"I will stop you, Charles."

"I will let this world continue to sink into pain."

"If you become a god, then I will kill the god!"

"- If your paradise on earth is going to stand in front of me, I will destroy it completely."

After a long time, the brothers who once stood side by side finally stood in front of each other with swords.

This is the final showdown.

"Very good."

In the endless glory, Charles finally showed the face of a god, and the last bit of human weakness in his eyes completely left. He stepped on the invisible ladder and stood high above the sky.

The majestic and grand hymn resounded through the world!

This is the melody of redemption.

The chapter of saving everything.

The true passion composed for the gods!

At the same time, endless power came.

It shook the heavens and the earth, caused unrest in the countries, solidified the oceans, and even shattered the air. Just running it brought disaster to the world.

Now, the power to judge everything is in His hands.

"Then, hereby declare-"

The indifferent voice resounded throughout the world, echoing in the ears of all living things:

"Paradise is coming."

"The day of renewal is coming!"

"Purify all original sins, eliminate all evil consequences, redeem all living beings, and the road of suffering will end from now on!"

"May eternal silence descend here, and all things be peaceful."

"This is the eternal paradise."

"- Paradise on earth!"

At that moment, the god above the sky raised the sword and slashed at the last rebel above the earth.

This is the true cleansing and punishment from the gods.

Remove the last obstacles and constraints.

Announce the arrival of salvation.

"Paradise?"

Under divine punishment, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, unable to hold back the sadness and desolation in his heart: "Char, what humans want... is never paradise."

Eternal peace, a carefree paradise, a paradise on earth without pain...

That kind of thing has never had any meaning to humans.

Because what humans want is never that kind of thing.

People only have one life.

Decades of hardship, passing by in countless hardships and pains, perhaps just a moment, and then bid farewell to this cruel world.

Like a wandering phantom.

I don't know where I came from, and there is nowhere to go.

Stored in the countless neurons of the fragile brain are only a fleeting spark.

It is precisely because of this that we long for heaven, redemption, and something that can give ourselves meaning.

Longing for the soul.

Thousands of times, searching for the fleeting bubble in the mirror of pain.

Only in this way can we experience the reality of survival.

Only in this way can we prove that we are alive.

Just like life comes from fire.

Human beings live in pain.

Living in this cold world, we gather together because of suffering, separate because of sadness, and move towards the future from pain.

Even if there is only a faint ray of dawn.

Even if there is only hope left.

This is the value of survival.

This is the motivation for human beings to live.

If there is no pain, then everything else, even the so-called "happiness" has no meaning.

From the beginning, the paradise on earth that redeems everything was just a simple dream.

So, Ciel...

"sorry."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, opened the box in his hand, and pressed the key that ended everything.

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There was a moment of trance.

It's like nothing happened.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and felt the sunset in Avalon shining on his body. In the sound of the market, he saw the young man with his drooped head next to him.

Seeing his sluggish look.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

The man showed his familiar smile and patted his chest, as if he was glowing with glory.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh, "When you were good, you would say such rubbish words as, 'Junior brother, you care about me so much, I'm so touched, senior brother.' But if you say that now, it's a bad sign."

"Um... didn't the teacher say that I will be an elder brother in the future? But the elder brother has to take care of you. All I can do every day is make jokes and nothing else. Because I am a loser, you know ”

The handsome young man couldn't help but scratch his head when he said this.

He hid his sad expression and only showed him a smile.

"Don't worry about me, I'm actually fine, I just don't know where the problem is.

Sometimes I get stuck, and I get used to it. Life is a little sluggish, I owe some debts, and I often get drunk...but there are always ways to solve these. "

"In the past, I would often feel sad about myself, get drunk, and have some weird nightmares. When I woke up, I didn't know where I had gone. Every time I opened my eyes, I would wonder what the point of staying here was. . But I have nowhere else to go.”

"But it's actually very nice here."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked the boy's neck, and whispered softly, as if he had made a vow: "There is a teacher here, there is you, and there is Bai Xi. We are no longer alone."

I want to protect them, so this city can become beautiful. "

At that time, they were walking on the way home.

Under the setting sun, the blond boy swayed and hummed a vague tune softly.

The sun fell from behind them, casting a shadow of their arms and legs on the road in front of them, illuminating the silhouettes of the two teenagers.

The dim yellow light fell on the waves, brilliant as gold.

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For a moment, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was no longer alone.

I don't know why, there are tears left on my face, I can't hold it back any longer.

He closed his eyes.

Let the light engulf everything.

Then, the light engulfed everything.

First the sky cracked.

Countless cracks proliferated and extended from the gentle night, as if an iron cone was shaking the sky, trying to make everything fall apart. Through the countless cracks, the cold universe reveals the original darkness, and the stars shine dimly, like a wail.

Accompanied by a roar that seemed like the heaven and earth were closing together, the miserable white hurricane raged across the world, violently destroying all creation and spreading destruction forward.

The earth cracked in shock, and hot blood spurted out, splattering with fire and destruction.

It seemed that in an instant, everything was coming to an end.

Even musicians who were able to withstand all disasters in the past have become extremely fragile now, and are even far more miserable than ordinary people.

Facing the double impact of the material world and the etheric world, most of the musicians' hearts were confused in just a moment, and they could not resist the torture that followed. They could only passively vomit blood in the ether's destruction.

The boiling tide broke free from the shackles of gravity and meandered across the sky, intertwining layers of waves. The whale sang its last song in the violent wind, and soon the song was drowned in the roar.

As the sacred cauldron collided with Paradise, the whole world seemed to be immersed in doomsday.

‘End’ is like a sea tide, submerging everything in it.

Whether in Asgard, Burgundy, or Angelo, even the Cloud Tower far above the abyss is swaying and struggling in the tsunami that seems to connect the sky and the earth.

Cathay, far to the east, also faced unprecedented earthquakes and natural disasters.

Streaming fire fell from the sky.

Blood rained down.

In the imperial capital, countless sounds of cracking and collapse could be heard, and the towering palace walls were destroyed by hurricanes.

And in the broken hall that was about to overturn, their emperor was still sitting on his throne amidst the worship and prayers of countless ministers.

He let the broken stones hit his side, and the dust covered his once shining white hair.

Just clenched his fists and stared quietly in the direction of the paradise.

Waiting stubbornly for the final outcome.

"Ciel..."

At this moment, even in the distant dark world, destruction is spreading its tyrannical power pervasively. The first thing to bear the brunt is the ethereal world that used to be so bizarre.

Disasters are like bubbles in boiling water, emerging one after another.

I don't know how many huge secret realms were completely torn apart at the first moment of the impact, swallowed up by the storm, melted into it, and merged with the end.

In the increasingly violent impact, not a single scepter survived.

Only musicians who have prepared several times in advance can hide in a narrow secret realm, frantically repairing all loopholes and cracks, consuming the treasures they have accumulated over the years like running water, in exchange for a moment of respite. .

In the end, it could only despair and turn into a small boat, being swept into the deepest part of the tsunami, with life and death uncertain.

And those strange and mysterious things in the past, at this moment, were like bubbles, melting in the violent turbulence and returning to the ether.

In just a moment, one tenth of the world was destroyed.

Then, another tenth was destroyed.

The destruction continued, cruelly, step by step, trampling all meanings into nothingness, taking away all traces of life and civilization.

Only devastation was left.

Until who knows how long later, in the torrent of the destruction of the sacred cauldron, the collision between paradise and the world came to an abrupt end.