As if looking up to heaven's damnation.

The blazing pillars of light that pierced the heavens and the earth radiated a warm light.

The hurricane was blowing in the face, with a suffocating wind pressure and high temperature.

Paganini stood on the ruins of the Golden Palace, gazing at the boiling sky, countless lights dancing, and then the stars rained down. A turbulent sea of light covered the sky, and with the fall of the Holy Spirit, the broken scepter pierced through the tyrannical depths of the ocean like stars falling towards the earth.

Everywhere he went, there was a blazing glow of life burned out.

Gradually falling, gradually dissipating, until at last, those lost traces between the heavenly dome of light and the dark earth, leaving only bleak and solemn bands of light remaining in the air.

It's like a tombstone.

A voice came from afar, echoing in Paganini's ears, a wolf flute.

"The latest news, Asgard has bound the Moon of Silence. ”

"It was unexpected, but not impossible. Paganini whispered to hell, "After losing the Hundred Eyes, Dayuan, who has no longer fights, no longer needs the brake valve, although it bears the name of the Three Pillars God, it has almost existed in name only.

The Silent Moon without meaning and Asgard without meaning are, in a sense, a perfect match. ”

"Having said that, the old man was worried that it would affect the battle at the Golden Palace. ”

The wolf's voice did not rise or fall, "It is recommended that you be prepared, and if necessary, Anubis will take you to retreat first." ”

"No, you don't. ”

Paganini flatly refused, not considering the possibility of retreating, "We don't need to worry about the plans of the lost dogs, how can the Silent Moon, which has lost its divinity, confront Eden?"

Besides......"

He stared at the glow in the sky, unable to hide his fanatical gaze, which was a longing and trust in pure power: "Charles will never lose!"

The wolf flute was silent for a long time, and sighed softly, "My fear is never that he will lose ......"

"There are things that you can't change, whether you win or lose. ”

Paganini's response was cold, "Man cannot hide his true nature after all, no matter how determined and persevering, no matter how restrained and reluctant, in the end, man will submit to his own essence." ”

He paused and said:

"Just like you. ”

After a brief silence, the wolf flute did not get angry, but laughed softly:

"Sounds like I was born to be a traitor. ”

"It's not that way, but sometimes, a lot of things can't be avoided. ”

"Yes, yes, I know that. ”

The wolf flute seemed to smoke a cigarette and spit out a dull smoke: "But there is only one thing, you are wrong. ”

Thousands of miles away, he stared at the fire at his fingertips in the darkness, and whispered: "Maybe someone is born destined to be a traitor, but no one is destined to be born a god, Paganini, no one ......"

He snuffed out the dim light of the fire at his fingertips, and the remaining sparks jumped up, illuminating his expressionless face.

The fire went out, and the faces disappeared from the darkness.

His voice was never heard again.

And thousands of miles away, the highest point of the whole world, the highest point where the battle has been advanced.

In the midst of the mighty singing, the Holy Spirits, blessed by the Tower of Steel, were clad in perseverance, as if the spirit and movement of music were transformed into humans, and under the infusion of ether, they revealed a cold iron light.

The spirit of steel traveled over the heavenly vault with incredible speed, and only the naked eye could see the traces of their galloping.

In battles beyond the limits of human reactions, every moment is a myriad of battles and staggering, and every detail is enough to affect the overall situation.

At this moment, above the vault, each Holy Spirit has renounced his own independence and merged himself into the grand theme, becoming the most fundamental note in the vast movement.

And in the resonance of one Holy Spirit after another, a grand symphony was played.

- Symphony No. 9!

It is the only movement in the Ninth Symphony that is revered by all, without any other name, even if it needs to be numbered.

The core music theory inherited by the Red King, in addition to the "Destiny" that mortals cannot snoop on, is the ultimate power composed of countless holy spirits.

If fate represents the unfathomable divine will and punishment, then the Ninth Symphony at this moment manifests the righteousness of the human world, and the countless elements represented by the Holy Spirit converge under the same theme and become pure power.

Praise with this, sing with this.

This is a victory for man!

In the music theory of the Ninth Symphony, the power of countless Holy Spirits has already been fused into one, and although the Red King has not been there in person, it is no different from taking action in person.

Thousands of miles away, the city of steel roared lowly, countless towers rang out one after another, and the sound of hymns seemed to extend from the distant past to the distant future, carrying out the present.

The Order that once dominated the Old World for hundreds of years is now revealing its roots.

Under the echo of countless Holy Spirits, the power of the Holy Cauldron has descended on the sky of Asgard at this moment, like an iron rod beating on the ice, and in the roar, the projection of Eden has a crack.

The forces of the world converge here, and with countless Holy Spirits as the carrier, they outline the grand trail of the Ninth Symphony.

With the formation of the Ninth Symphony, under the impact of the Iron Holy Spirit, Charles's response suddenly became cramped, and it was difficult to be as smooth and relaxed as just now.

"It's terrible for an old man to be angry......"

He stared at the sacred cauldron above the heavenly dome, and beneath his body, thousands of burning rays of light passed through his flesh and blood, and he seemed to dissolve and merge into this light of his own.

It was a jaw-dropping divinity, a power that surpassed Odin dozens of times more than and was completely different from that man-made thing.

Even if it is poured with blood, it is still pure and dirty.

It comes from the human body, but it is natural.

As if born this way.

The loud sound of countless bells burst out, and the power of the Divine Cauldron was shot down again, causing Eden, the deepest part of the Aether Realm, to suddenly crumble, and the rift spread wildly.

The light shook and extinguished under the weight that increased ten million times in an instant.

The sky lost its color, and with a roar, Charles fell from the sky, and in an instant, fell into the collapsed neighborhood, smashed the burned houses, and fell into the ashes.

Screams rang out from under the shattered tiles.

"Even with a sneak attack?"

Charles choked and turned back to see the children huddled together, and the children who had nowhere to hide looked at him with terrified eyes.

The blood on his face had long since dried up.

"Uh...... Hey, are you all right? Sorry to smash your bed......"

He smiled awkwardly, drained his hair and ashes from his body, and got up from the ground, "Don't be afraid, it'll be over in no time." ”

The children moved backwards, not daring to approach.

That's fear.

Charles was stunned, turned around, and saw the broken mirror on the broken wall, but did not recognize who the person in the mirror was.

He lowered his eyes gloomily and whispered an apology to the children:

"I'm sorry. ”

His wings spread again, and he soared into the sky again, not daring to look at those eyes again.

At this moment, with the sound of hoarse trumpets, dozens of Holy Spirits dissipated, and the horns hanging high above the heavenly dome broke along with the heavenly dome.

The blood-colored star emerges from behind the rift in the sky.

- Big Star Yin Chen!

Accompanied by the murderous intent from the Holy City, a melody that was incomparably familiar to all of us was played from the Holy Spirit.

"The Law of Averages?"

Paganini was stunned.

Created by the first Blue King, all musicians must study the basics of all musical rhythms during their apprenticeship, even melodies, familiar to children.

The law of averages!

Then, at that moment, a silver glow rushed from the end of the heavenly dome, and endless magnificence shone above the silver-white waves, and everywhere it passed, everything was silent, and everything was intoxicated by this beautiful destruction.

It was a natural disaster......

Scourge Silver Tide!

With the tide of destruction formed by the innumerable steel, the storm rose between heaven and earth, the bleak color spread from the gale, and the dead silence of the slaughter was filled with the wailing and screaming of the wind.

Holy White Storm!

Blood dripped, turning into torrential rain, and the scarlet rain burned like flames, as if to corrode and submerge all things, annihilate and blood, and turn the earth into a desert.

Blood-scorched earth.

And in the middle of the earth, countless earths were stirred, and the eggs of the poisonous insects burst open, forming locusts that were by no means living creatures, and they flapped their wings and rose from the ground like a miserable green mist.

Abaddon locust plague......

With the emergence of the Great Star, the unimaginable destruction of mankind was thrown into the earth, given a form, and ran on the earth.

That is the end above all else, the reason why all the aliens are named natural disasters.

Is that......

"Eight phenomena?"

Behind Paganini, the musicians' faces turned pale, barely believing what they were seeing.

"Why is it ...... Could this be the case? Can the Holy City be able to control the eight phenomena?"

"Why not?"

Paganini asked indifferently, like seeing a bunch of children making a fuss, "Isn't that supposed to be the case, and how can they control the world without such power?"

Although he had already guessed in his heart, his expression was becoming more and more gloomy at this moment.

It's not that the charr will be able to cope, but that they're worried about the impact from other quarters......

And at this moment, his most disturbing thing finally appeared.

Gaius's voice came.

"Paganini, retreat. ”

His tone was calm, but there was no room for argument or opposition, and he simply gave pure orders and finalized the outcome of the battle. But it made Paganini's heart furious.

Fall back?

Why retreat?

Why care about anything else?

Don't you see? The real battle has only just begun! The war between the gods and humans is about to be decided!

You want to retreat?

He gritted his teeth, but he could not disobey Gaius's orders, so he could only restrain the anger in his heart and convey Gaius's will to Charles.

"Retreat, Charr. ”

He squeezed out his voice from between his teeth, hypocritically not even believing himself, "There is no point in fighting any longer." ”

As he had hoped, Charles did not move.

Just look at him.

"We're leaving, what's going to happen here?"

"Who knows?"

Paganini said indifferently, "The crust below the Golden Palace is very unstable, and if left unchecked, after volcanic eruptions and natural disasters, this place will probably become one of the deepest inland lakes." ”

"Oh. ”

Charles nodded, and said nothing, just looking back, staring at the vast city shrouded in destruction.

The ecstasy that erupted in his heart made Paganini want to dance, and he stared at Charles in front of him, curbing the strong impulse, waiting for Charr's response.

Until Charles turned around and whispered, "Paganini, do you have a mirror there?" I think I'm a little dirty......

Although she couldn't understand Charles's thoughts, one of the female musicians reached for her pocket and tried to hand him the mirror, but as soon as she touched the mirror in her pocket, she saw Paganini's cold eyes.

That inhuman rage and hideous......

She was stunned and didn't dare to move again.

Only Paganini turned his head, no longer hideous, a warm smile appeared on his handsome face, and he bowed respectfully to Charles: "There is no need for mirroring, your highness is majestic and flawless." ”

"Really?"

Charles smiled.

That's great.

I shouldn't be scared by those children now, right?

"Don't be afraid, it's over soon. ”

He stared at the city that was wailing in destruction, whispering, arms outstretched.

And so, the glow of Eden resurfaced from the etheric realm, reflected here, and in accordance with his will, the kingdom of heaven descended here.

With his determination, an unprecedented blazing glow emerged from his eyes.

That's divinity.

The divinity is burning, it is sublimating, it is becoming an infinite power, it is going to the highest place of the earth, returning to the kingdom of God in emptiness, the authority to control all things.

In that moment, Charles turned into the purest light, illuminating the deep abyss.

"Let there be light. ”

He murmured softly, shedding light on the earth.

Under the light, all things froze, and all wills and spirits bowed their heads, trembled, and feared, and were intimidated by this majestic god, and involuntarily bowed their heads and bowed down to this supreme Lord.

In the glow of miracles, the music of the Ninth Symphony is turbulent and roaring.

At this moment, the movement representing the triumph of man appeared under the pressure of divine will, and the sexual spirit of countless Holy Spirits shook violently, and the flames above the scepter were like candles in the wind, beating dimly, struggling, but it was difficult to escape the control of the glow.

At that moment, the sound of a bell burst from Charles's fingers.

The power of the Ninth Symphony collapsed violently, and countless Holy Spirits flew out of it, and it was difficult to resonate, and the whole was crushed into scattered sand. It's like the legendary Tower of Babel breaking.

The settlements of man are broken up, and they are no longer whole.

At this moment, the glow shines all over the world.

Charles opened his eyes.

There was no weakness of compassion in his eyes, but he was empty, as vast as the primordial darkness of the universe behind the heavenly firmament, overflowing with the light of the magnificent stars.

The gods have finally arrived!

At that moment, the Yellow King in the distance sighed softly, Ye Qingxuan clenched the hilt of his sword, gritted his teeth, restrained the fury in his heart, and closed his eyes.

"Ahh

Paganini looked up at the glow, his expression was complicated and frightened, but he was moved to tears under this incomparable power, "Now you have finally appeared on the earth!"