Caucasus.

In the dark room, there was silence.

All the musicians sat quietly in their chairs, and the priest in his robe seized the last time to maintain the alchemical matrix on the ground.

In the silence, there was only the sound of Charles yawning.

A streamer of light flew into Paganini's hand.

He opened his eyes and looked at the Charles: "The Redemption Legion landed in Norman Harbor has started a war with the Asgardians, and a letter has been sent from above. ”

"Don't worry, wait......"

Charles glanced in Anglo's direction, "The leaf hasn't moved yet, I don't believe he can bear it...... Wait. ”

Paganini smiled wryly, shook his head helplessly, wrote a reply, and threw the streamer out.

Silence returned.

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With the sound of thunder, Stone climbed the prepared Nomadic Mountain.

He looked up at the falling thunder in the sky.

"It can't be delayed any longer. ”

He sighed under his breath, "It's time to go." ”

"Is that good?"

Watson, who saw him off, asked, "Leaving without waiting for His Highness's order, acting without permission is already a crime of treason in the Inquisition, right?"

"The biggest advantage of living long is that you can rely on the old and sell the old and make your own opinions. ”

Stone Wei laughed, "Besides, it's all planned things, but it's just in advance, and there are benefits in advance, and there are changes in delay."

Luckily, he handed it to me ahead of time. ”

As he spoke, he shook the box in his hand, "I'm just running an errand for him."

Watson didn't dwell on this anymore, just said goodbye:

"Have a nice trip. ”

Stone thought for a moment and stopped.

"I'm afraid I won't have time to come back by then, and then I'll leave the coordination of the inquisition to you. ”

He took off the coat of arms on his collar, pinned it to Watson's body, and patted him on the shoulder, "I have taught you everything I can teach you these days, you are better than I was back then." ”

Watson nodded indifferently, "A generation is better than a generation, and it should be so." ”

"Hahaha!"

Stone laughed and pointed at Watson's calm face: "There are countless advantages in you, but arrogance is the one I like the most." ”

The old man took one last look at him, turned and climbed the Nomadic Mountain, which soon sank into the deep sea and disappeared.

On the silent docks, only Watson smoked in silence.

For a long time, he sighed softly.

"Say let go, let go, the old man now is really big-hearted......"

Watson looked down at the coat of arms on his chest and smiled bitterly:

"It's really sitting in this position that I feel so much pressure. ”

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In the core of the Aether Net, Ye Qingxuan held the Staff of Destiny and the Staff of Messiah in both hands, took a deep breath, and the two staff collided in one place.

Collapse!

Like a bronze bell, a low roar erupted from the slender cane. The two canes buzzed and trembled, and under the blow, they slammed into each other, and the blazing alchemy circuit lit up from the core.

The irrepressible vibration was transmitted to the staff, along the sea of ether, and even into the realm of ether.

At that moment, even the Divine Cauldron launched a resonant response.

In the Holy City, the Red King looked back suddenly, his brows furrowed, and his eyes showed gloom and anger that could not be concealed.

And just in front of Ye Qingxuan, from among the Messiah, a shining glow slowly emerged, rising, and in this pure shock, it was stripped from the Messianic Chapter.

This is the inheritance of the holy name of Saint Handel!

In the deepest part of the Aether Web, I sensed the music theory of the same origin, the music of Genesis, and responded violently.

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, but after all, he still did not accept Handel's inheritance, but waved his hand and slowly pushed it into the net of ether, allowing its music theory to extend and grow freely, and combine it with the heavenly ladder music theory.

Since then, Handel's legacy has been part of the Aether Web like Haydn.

As Handel's inheritance merged, the web of ether also burst into violent shocks, and the metamorphosis began to germinate from the deepest depths. In addition to the core forbidden music theory, the changes that were originally used as shortcomings, the chant faction also began to increase rapidly.

In the huge crystal cube, countless modules spun rapidly, vertical and horizontal, and under the impetus of the growth of music theory, they collided with each other, and burst into thunderous sounds, and electric light flew out.

The spirit of the Messianic Surah runs in it, symbolizing the movement of the gods to shepherd the world and the many spirits of music. With this influx of power, it is like the moment of alchemy, and the mystery of the soul is obtained from the transformation of metal.

The web of ether has obtained the soul of nothingness.

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan felt the deep pulse of himself and it, so smart and smooth, without any jerkiness and rigidity, just like a loyal and silent servant, listening to Ye Qingxuan's orders and completing all his wills.

The "Book of Genesis" that opened up the world and the "Messiah" that kept the spirituality were combined into one at this moment, and they produced such an amazing transformation, which couldn't help but make Ye Qingxuan laugh.

With this spiritual help, Ye Qingxuan's grasp of the next step suddenly increased a lot.

He held two canes of supreme power in his hands, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and collided with each other again.

Collapse!

A sharp wail spread from the top of the staff, different from the shallow taste just now, this time, under Ye Qingxuan's control, two completely different music theories collided in the same place, causing an almost unilateral shock.

Beyond the Crystal Cube, even the realm of the earthly heavenly kingdom was torn apart, revealing the strange rainbow light of the etheric realm.

Countless phantoms emerged from the cracks, quietly staring at Ye Qingxuan's back, as if they were from the past and the future, under the traction of the double staff music theory, the remnants left in the etheric realm by the ancestors were called.

On the left side of Ye Qingxuan, Handel's face was expressionless, and on his right side, the chief inquisitors of the Inquisition, who represented the righteousness of the gods, stood solemnly.

The history of the Inquisition and the Silent Institution coincides here, and all elements are in Ye Qingxuan's hands.

At this moment, with the tapping of the double staff, the cold eyes from the Holy City looked at Ye Qingxuan unabashedly.

Ye Qingxuan smiled, and the two sticks collided again.

Collapse!

Countless afterimages have been turbulent and dissipated, and the basis of existence has been lost since the turmoil and collapse of music theory.

"Rebels!"

"Arrogance!"

"Perhaps, that's good. ”

"Madness will kill you!"

"That's it......"

"Why bother!"

Some of those projections smiled open-mindedly, some had gloomy faces, some glared at Ye Qingxuan angrily, and some had appreciative eyes. The overlapping voices rang out and then dissipated without a trace.

Ye Qingxuan sneered, and in the roar, he slammed down his double staff:

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, what should go, don't stay. ”

With a final tearing roar, the figures fell apart with the two canes.

In the rising flame of music theory, the Staff of Messiah and the Staff of Destiny were completely shattered, turning into countless points of light that shone like stardust, dancing with flames and rays of light, triggering all kinds of intentions.

The annihilation element from the body of the shattered staff erupted, and the unpredictable horror of humanity erupted from it, and was trapped in the flames by the aether web.

"Old men, get up and get to work!"

Ye Qingxuan roared, his right hand was raised, and the scepter of the land of nothingness appeared, smashing into the flames.

At that moment, in Anglo, all the churches burst out with deafening bells, and countless bells vibrated angrily, responding to Ye Qingxuan's rhythm and playing hymns.

Starting with Westminster Abbey, there are ruined churches, dilapidated confessional rooms, or silent abbeys in the middle of a bustling city or a barren mountain.

All the congregations in Anglo were mobilized at the call of the bell, the melody of the chant resounded between the heavens and the earth, and the divine light rose to the heavens, converging on the place of Avalon, to the heavens on earth, and finally into the core of the aether web, merging into the blazing fire.

With a roar, the electric light that transforms music theory flows out of the land of nothing, bursting in all directions.

In the flames, the phantom of the blade slowly emerged.

The moment the blade faintly appeared, a piercing sound burst out of the void, and the sound of electricity converged into a cold chant praising the birth of power in the world.

Even if they are both sacred, they are completely different from the music theory of the Order, and there is a clear distinction between the two. It's just that at the moment of birth, it was doomed to a-for-tat fate between the two.

At this moment, the chants in countless churches suddenly changed under the reflection of the blades.

Around the altar of the church, countless musicians who played the hymn stared in astonishment at the projection that appeared in front of them thousands of miles away.

Under the reflection of the blade, the music theory of the chant in their shells actually operated on its own, and with the help of the ether web, they had broken away from the shackles of the holy city in an instant, and the transformation was completed, stepping into a new realm.

Although it seems to be equally brilliant, the essence is completely different.

Just as the Caucasus was separated from the Holy City, all the sects in Anglo have since been separated from the Holy City, and have been separated from the system of the Holy City, and have no affiliation or connection with each other.

At this moment, all the churches in Anglo, all the priests, all the clergy, even Mephistopheles and the bishops, stared with bated breath at the growing blade of the sword above the altar.

Since then, all the priests of Anglo, and even all the future of the sect that has not yet been born, have pinned on that sword.

But with the appearance of that blade, it seemed that the forging had already ended. No matter how much music theory is poured into it, the sword of nothingness in the flames never emerges.

It wasn't until a long time that Ye Qingxuan finally came to his senses.

He laughed self-deprecatingly and dissipated the scepter.

"Do you want me to pick it up myself?"

He gritted his teeth and plunged his palm into the turbulent flames of the music.

Although it did not have the temperature of a flame, the light was far more damaging than all flames, and it was a furnace capable of forging the power of the gods, like a forging platform containing the power of creation.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan only felt that his music theory was flowing out continuously, as if it had turned into food and was swallowed by an invisible existence.

Ye Qingxuan's face remained unchanged, and he opened up all the music theories in his body, letting them sweep out like a torrent, pouring that great fire.

Until the end, except for the scepter of nothingness in the distant future, all of Ye Qingxuan's power was swallowed up by the unborn creation.

Since the scepter musician, Ye Qingxuan has been beaten back to the prototype of mortals.

After giving up everything he had, he would have the final result!

Accompanied by Ye Qingxuan's sacrifice, a roar burst out.

At that moment, the outline of the void sword body emerged from the blazing light, and was firmly grasped by Ye Qingxuan.

It was as if he was holding a red-hot piece of iron, and felt the burning pain of his disintegrating palm, spreading through his consciousness and non-existent soul, making him feel like he was in purgatory.

"Whoever asks for it, he will do it!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, stared at the light in front of him, and announced the nature of its existence to the whole world towards the rift that led to the Great Source:

—Bear witness to righteousness with this sword, and sing the gospel to the world of man!

At that moment, everything roared.

It is as if the divine will runs above the abyss, opening up the darkness and creating heaven and earth!

Mephistopheles listened to the sound of countless wings spreading, and looked back in astonishment, only to see the wind sweeping through the window, blowing away the canon on the bookcase.

There is not a word in the pages flying in the sky!

Only a faint glow emerged, as if the language of man had reached heaven!

At this moment, endless light burst out from the furnace, engulfing Ye Qingxuan, and the sonorous sound of the sword blade resounded in the ears of all sentient beings, and then, the mighty bell rang for a long time, dispelling the night and thunder.

The shadow of the scorching sun runs above the heavens, shining through all darkness and filth, and shining brightly.

The light fell from the sky, dispelling the thunder that fell towards Avalon, illuminating Ye Qingxuan's figure, as well as the long sword in his hand that seemed to tear apart the world!

The long sword, which was so simple that it didn't even have any decoration, was held in Ye Qingxuan's palm, and countless chants of praise resounded from all directions.

The glow of the power of the gods whipped at the material realm, tearing open the gap to the etheric realm.

The boiling aetheric torrent arched around the blade, reflecting the spine of the sword, and the elements condensed into a new canon. Countless scriptures flowed like flowing water, flowing over the spine of the sword.

"He set up the foundations of the earth, and made the vault of heaven.

Heaven and earth will perish, but you will endure.

When all these things are old, you roll up the heavens and the earth, and change them like a garment, and the world is changed. But thou art never changed, and the number of years is not ended, so that righteousness may not be forgotten, and the gospel endures forever."

This is the artifact that is reborn from the power of fate and the Messiah with all the music theories of Ye Qingxuan as a sacrifice, and the sword of Vientiane is judged by the will of the gods.

It's called the New Testament!

In the silence of the world, Ye Qingxuan laughed.

He clenched the hilt of his sword, raised the blade of the sword, and his voice resounded in all directions: "With this sword as a warning, Protestantism will be established from now on." From now on, justice is mine!"

With his announcement, a seismic revolution was set off in the Aether Realm.

In the chaotic world of rainbow light, an illusory scepter slowly emerges from the darkness.

After bringing together the web of ether and the heavenly kingdom on earth, the New Testament resonates with Catina and bursts forth with a fierce light that stretches for thousands of miles. The light rises with an illusory scepter, high above the very top of the Aether, between the Holy Cauldron and Eden!

From the distant future, the land of nothing is coming from the distant future, announcing to the world that a new era is coming!

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