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But then, broken music theory flows out of the active layer, and the ether emerges from the self-eluting layer.

One rises, the other descends, converging in a place of nothingness, so that countless broken music theories are pieced together here, outlining a vague outline.

This is the seed of miracles.

Immediately afterwards, those bleak alchemy matrices seemed to come to life, breaking and connecting on their own, and in an instant, they reorganized into layers of complex structures from their original appearance, like a high-rise building rising from the ruins.

It draws the chaotic power from its core, and an element rises from it, the fire of the alchemist.

The vague miracle seed runs in the alchemy matrix, flowing like water, diverging, merging, incinerating, cooling, qualitatively changing, and reducing in the complex changes of tens of thousands......

In an instant, after going through the four stages of blackening, whitening, redness, and emeraldization, the black iron was turned into green gold, and among all things, the essence of the gods emerged, and the illusory spirituality condensed from it.

Like the moon in the mirror, like a flower in the water.

A pair of eyes opened from the darkness, looking into the mortal world from the realm of death.

With the opening of the eyes, the chaotic and collapsing core seemed to freeze suddenly, and all music theory changes and turmoil came to an abrupt halt, stagnating in place, without any wavering.

In the pale face of the saint, an illusory voice whispered: "As above it, as under it, then the beginning of all things is finished." ”

So, in an instant, an incredible miracle burst out from the core of the disaster.

In the dim and cracked crystal cube, countless scattered modules rose again, converging into one, and spun wildly. As if going back in time, the collapsed alchemy matrix rose and returned to its original position, and the chaotic and uncontrollable music theory returned to chaos, and once again emerged from the chaos in a complete posture, running from the ladder of heaven.

In the darkness of losing contact, one light after another lit up, lighting up the darkness and reconstructing the rudiments of its network. Starry points of light lit up from the coverage of the Aether Web, responding to its call, and the overloaded and shut down coordinators were connected into the network one after another, returning to the blueprint of the land of nowhere.

In the end, it was as if heaven and earth had been reopened, and all things were as one.

So, those eyes looked at Teleman and Puccini's scepters.

"Divide the earth into fire, extract the essence in the coarse, and act cautiously. ”

In that instant, the miracle that emerged from the fire dissipated, and in its place was death condensed from the water.

Compared to the enormous power of the saints, the power propelled by it at this moment is almost nothing. It's pitiful, it's only enough to condense one note......

There is such a big difference between them, but the fear of death is so real and so funny.

The illusory voice said:

"This is the power of all forces, destroying the tenacity. ”

The notes condensed from the void and passed through the complex and complex movement of judgment, like a drop of rain through the gaps of the layers of flames, miraculously falling into the core.

It was as if it had been rehearsed countless times, and it was not it that walked in, but that Taylorman greeted it. Obviously, they have never met, but they have a tacit understanding of 'cooperation'.

It's chilling.

That note is softly attached to the turbulent music theory, and the interval in it is unique, without rejection, as if it were the same furnace.

Then, with the insertion of notes, the whole interval suddenly changed, from the original smoothness was reversed to the remaining dead loop, and in the snap of a finger, the interval overload collapsed, and the key link of the whole music theory was interrupted, so that a fatal hole appeared in the careful music theory......

It's as if the first domino was pushed and then triggered a chain reaction of calamity.

That note appeared in the least likely place, becoming the first straw that broke the camel's back, and the rest of the work was done by Teleman's own power......

Collapse.

An avalanche-like collapse begins.

Swept from the inside out, a horseshoe was lost with one less iron nail, followed by the loss of the war horse, the king, the war was declared lost, and the empire perished.

Reality is turned into a fairy tale in an allegory in front of those eyes.

With near-artistic beauty, it delivers precise destruction and death to its enemies.

And when the beginning is written, that pair of eyes no longer pay attention to how the event ends. Just grasping the last moment, gazing contentedly at everything around them.

"I am the threefold Hermes, and the three points of wisdom in this world are in me. ”

He whispered, "This is the ...... My last great work......"

As if smiling, his pupils slowly closed.

The illusory spirituality vanished, and the countless matrices fell apart, reintegrating into the core of the Scourge, and without a trace, he returned to a long slumber.

"Farewell, boss......"

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and muttered softly.

In just an instant, everything becomes decidedly different, and the victory or defeat is reversed.

The dense sound of bones shattering from Teleman's body rang out from Teleman's torso, first the phalanx, then the arms, then the ribs of the chest, and finally, the skull cracking from the inside out.

The pressure of music theory's out-of-control destruction was the first to destroy himself. When the majestic crown and robe are removed, the essence of the defective product is revealed......

It was not only Teleman who was instantly defeated, but also the lack of Teleman's share and support, and the full power of the operation of the ether network directly acted on Puccini's body.

It was as if he walked naked into the aether engine of a warship, and almost instantly, he was incinerated to ashes by the terrifying force.

With the collapse of the scepter, half of Puccini's body collapsed in an instant, as if it had been bombarded head-on by an invisible battering ram, shattering into mud. But he was still not dead, and he was crawling and wriggling on the ground, and he reached out and pressed it on the forehead of Upper Teleman.

Mahler watched all this blankly, and finally, let out a hoarse laugh.

"After all my efforts, it's still ...... In vain?"

He took one last look at Ye Qingxuan, and his eyes became abrupt, as if he had received an answer: "Sure enough, it's a monster." ”

Mahler stepped forward, ignoring the sharp pain of the friction between the blade and the bone, and strangled Ye Qingxuan's palm: "Come with me...... Return to nothingness!"

The final elegy was played.

The core movement of Saint Mahler's lineage, "Song of Sorrows"!

In an instant, music theory erupted from his body, resonating with Telemann and Puccini, becoming one, and even the dying Verdi became part of this self-destructive cycle.

The four scepters turned into chains, binding Ye Qingxuan tightly and pulling him towards destruction.

This is the final link that will finally wipe out Ye Qingxuan along with the core of the natural disaster after the net of ether is completely destroyed. Regardless of whether the ether net was complete or not, and whether Ye Qingxuan died or not, the four of them were destined not to survive from the beginning.

Letting him pull his wrist, Ye Qingxuan looked at his eyes indifferently.

Then, the sword of the New Testament was clenched.

The roar of gold and iron colliding erupted, and the projection of the land of nothing fell from the sky, bringing endless power, breaking Mahler's seal and destroying it.

The blade pulled out of the blockade of flesh and reversed, severing Mahler's hands, and with a light whirl in the air, it swept across his neck.

A line of blood spread down his throat.

At that moment, whether it was flesh and blood, bones, music, spirituality, consciousness, or ethereal soul, they all fell apart under the chopping of the New Testament!

"I'm not a monster. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at his desperate eyes, and finally corrected: "You are." ”

In the next moment, flames rose from the breach, and in an instant, they were reduced to ashes, and there was no trace of them left.

Ye Qingxuan didn't look back, stepped over the white ashes on the ground, and walked towards the divine armor in front of him.

In his hand, the blade of the New Testament swept through the void, as if rubbing against steel, making a sharp sound and sparks. The electric light of the revolutionary music theory lit up from the blade of the sword, jumping, dancing in rage, illuminating his face.

Facing Odin in front of him, Ye Qingxuan indifferently announced:

"—Come, as you wish, the war has come!"

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A loud noise came from afar, and the sea rolled violently, stirring with the stench of molten lead burning.

Amid the shrill whistle, the warships docked on the docks, and the crowds of people on the piers were filled with the sounds of roaring and shouting, and the musicians stood on high places, and the sound was like thunder.

"The seventh column, the seventh column will be launched immediately!"

"Clear a way, we have five minutes to move things down and send them to the front line in an hour. ”

"Soldier, get out of the way, that's right, it's you, immediately, everyone hear clearly, if you want to die jumping into the sea, don't get in the way of the crane tower!"

With the chaotic orders, the crowd on the dock was quickly led away and filled up quickly, and one transport ship after another lined up outside the port waiting to enter the port.

Amid the roar of the tower crane in place, the huge transport ship at the back bypassed the queue and drove into the harbor amid the angry scolding of many captains.

Immediately after, the hatch of the bottom compartment burst open, and one after another steel monsters crushed the hatch and pontoon underneath, drove onto the dock, and moved forward along the cleared passage, puffing black smoke and whistling away.

The sixth reinforcement arrived from Birmingham.

There was no time to wait for the end of the three rounds of tests, after the first round of war tests was over in the dark world, the remaining six hundred tank tanks were simply modified and sent directly to the front line in nine batches.

Half of them were sent to the Fortress of Brown, and half of them went straight with the royal fleet, bypassing the long arc and landing on the other side of Asgard, directly using the Sicilian gathering place as a springboard to attack the industrial cities of Asgard and destroy the industrial logistics.

After six hours of fierce fighting, the Anglo Army finally landed on the docks and captured half of the city, fighting the Asgardians for the other half.

As for whether the Sicilians who originally lived here have any opinions, who the cares about whom.

Who made them ally with Asgard?