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It wasn't a drop of water, but a harpy demon that turned into char in the thunder light.

In the vacuum, all the blood of those demons had already come out of the broken body, and after dehydration, they shriveled and shrunk, and burned into a ball in the thunder light, and in an instant, the carbonaceous object covered the entire battlefield.

It was the fall of countless demons.

Just a prelude, just a prologue......

The clouds of the Iron Curtain collapsed, and a huge shadow shook in front of the slowly rising figure on the battlefield.

The night was torn apart.

Because the sun is falling.

The frenzied terror of the aether ripples crushed all the noise.

The Charr sat on the throne of the gods as if shrouded in blazing light, majestic enough to be looked at...... Even the so-called king of the sky!

The half-man, half-eagle old woman let out a shrill chirp, her wings spread, and the sky was once again blackened.

The sky is its wings.

Under the shadow of the wings is death.

After losing most of her offspring in an instant, the Scourge Eagle Wing Mother fell into a rage, sensing the familiar and disgusting aura of the 1812 Overture, and without hesitation, she swooped down on the Charles.

It's a pity that this time, she is not facing a saint.

Symphony No. 6 - Pathos!

And so, a sad melody swept over the sky.

The coldness that lies in the deepest part of my heart is like flowing water, walking gently and lightly, embracing everything in my arms, and whispering about the world, about dreams, and about pain.

Soon, pathos is transcended, and nothing is important.

Great happiness has come.

In that embrace.

But between heaven and earth, what sounded was a scream of extreme pain, like a weeping.

Black rain spilled from the sky like a waterfall.

It was a myriad of withered feathers.

The wings, which were one with the sky, shattered with the sky.

In that embrace of happiness, it is cruel, without mercy or hesitation, it is 'dissolved' and reduced to nothingness.

That is 'dissociation' above all else.

In the vast field covered by the scepter, where the scepter of the sun shines, the terrifying aetheric fluctuations reveal a cold nature as the music theory transforms.

It was the essence of crossing the huge gap between the forbidden and changing schools, and the fusion of the two systems with great power. And at this moment, the power contained in it even surpasses the realm of the saints, above the natural calamity!

The night is gone, and the light comes.

But under the sun, all matter, all ether, and all tangible and intangible existences are dissociating and falling apart inch by inch, and can no longer remain whole.

Even if it's a natural disaster.

Even if it's the eagle wing mother.

This is where the cold and cruel miracle begins.

In sorrow, give all calamities to an end.

Give all sorrow to sleep.

Give all despair salvation.

Death, saved everything.

Amid the agonizing hiss of all the previous acts, the wings of darkness wrestled with the scorching sun, and the heavens and the earth were in turmoil.

The earth tore apart, cracked open huge gaps, and canyons were born.

The wasteland is turbulent, falls, rises, and evolves into hills.

The sky shattered, revealing the cosmic darkness behind it, and the starlight swayed, shattered in the struggle of that immense power.

The hurricane swept between heaven and earth, and the roar mingled with the melody of the movement, like a sad song played by God when he destroyed the world.

"Shire ......"

Gaius stood on the wall, looking up with difficulty, holding his hair down, looking up at the light of the battle against darkness.

The guards rushed forward desperately, shielding him from the boulders and the slashing wind, and shouted hoarsely: "Lord Gaius, this is dangerous! Please leave quickly......"

But in the midst of the tugging, Gaius stood motionless, like a nail, and just stared feverishly at the scorching sun, even if his pupils were burned by the light.

Until finally, the last scream rang out, and the darkness was torn apart.

A thousand rays of light descended upon the earth again.

The sun is blazing.

In the terrifying flames of light, half of Charles's body was torn, and burning blood fell from the wounds, but it was still majestic. In his hands, there is a natural disaster that has been unrecognizable.

After losing his wings, the king of the sky can no longer fly.

Half of the Eaglewinged Mother's body had been dissociated, leaving only a mutilated face and the last of her shriveled body, which Charles had grabbed by her throat and held it in her hands, struggling with great difficulty, but unable to break free from the palm that was like the embodiment of sanctions.

Charles stared at its face, but its pupils were empty, and the empty gaze seemed to penetrate its body and fall to the earth.

In the torn corners of the eyes, blood fell like tears.

"Doesn't heaven exist, Mr. Gaius?" he murmured softly, as if asking.

Gaius was silent for a long time, nodding his head.

"yes. ”

"So, isn't everyone happy?"

"That's right. Gaius's eyes drooped.

"This can be changed, right?"

"Definitely. ”

He replied softly, to the point.

Charles laughed.

"That would be great. ”

The hand of sanction slowly closed, crushing the bones, causing the Eaglewing Mother to scream hoarsely and struggle like madness.

As if she understood her end, the old woman's ugly face twisted into a ball, hissing frantically, and uttering a vague human language hoarse and hard.

"I'll be back again. It said, "You can't kill me." ”

"Nope. ”

Charles shook his head, "I can." ”

In the palm of his hand, flames lit up, like living creatures, burrowing into her face, filling her body, taking control of her consciousness, stretching into the distance, spreading far away.

In an instant, the huge source that had been sleeping in the desert and ruins had been perceived by that pair of golden holes.

At that moment, a great coldness emerged from the consciousness of the Eagle Wing Mother, an emotion that had not been felt since birth, something that humans called 'fear'.

Aether, Music Theory, Consciousness, Life...... And even everything, was plundered away!

The eagle winged mother's distorted face stiffened, unable to move, and even the power of the hissing was taken away, and the last of her body was quickly petrified and shattered.

Until finally, between the palms of the closed hands, it turned into flying dust.

There is no trace of it ever existing.

There is no longer a so-called future.

In the sky, Charles let out a roar of pain.

The scorching sun is turbulent.

In that terrifying glow, he bent down and roared, and behind him, a terrible scar suddenly appeared, and the aether converged, turning into a multiplying and growing slender bone, stretching out painfully in the cold air.

The light covered it like flesh and skin, until at last, the flames were ignited and transformed into crimson feathers.

That's wings!

A lone wing grew out of the Shire's back, and with a flick of it, it seemed to cover the entire sky!

On the city wall, the surviving soldiers looked up at the terrifying glow and collapsed to the ground. They raised their hands and shielded their eyes, not daring to look directly at the terrifying majesty.

After witnessing all the process, the believers, whose sanity had been completely defeated, let out a wail.

"What the hell is that...... What is it?"

"This is God. ”

Gaius looked up at the sky, spread his arms, and laughed wildly:

"- This is our human god!"

-

When the wails of war and the loud noises of turmoil take over.

When the terrible screaming came to an abrupt end.

All things are silent.

There were faint cheers in the distance.

Tucked away in the basement beneath the palace, the girls were long gone, and the singing and dancing were gone.

Only the king, exhausted by pleasure, lay on the couch, tasting the last of the fine wine, drunk and drowsy.

The door was pushed open.

Someone sat across from him.

The king raised his eyes sleepily and looked at him:

"Victory?"

"Well, victory. ”

So, he laughed, "From now on, it will be a new era, right? Gaius." ”

"Yes. ”

Gaius bowed.

The king looked at him with curiosity: "What kind of state will you establish?"

"yes, what kind of country?"

Gaius took off his hat, revealing mottled white hair and a confused look: "I haven't thought about it yet, Your Majesty, do you have any suggestions?"

"Ask me?"

The king laughed: "How do I know?

A country that has never appeared out of thin air without roots and bottoms, and if it wants to come from the new world, it can only be conceived with old corpses. Listen to these cheers, Gaius, do you hear me?

Your country is there. ”

Gaius was silent for a long time, and shook his head: "Your Majesty, that is the people you sacrificed yourself and gave up everything you saved. ”

"People?"

At the sound of this word, the king's smile became more and more eerie, as if full of mockery: "Gaius, they are all monsters...... Don't you understand?

From a young age, my father told me that it was the king's duty to lead the people—and only before he died, he told me to fear them, to imprison them, to make them fear you......

Only in this way is the king, the living king.

Let them see your strength, your radiance, your greatness, and give them peace, food, and work like gods, and they will be tame, and they will forget their minions, and submit to your rule......

If one day, you can't do all this, you're tired, you're wounded, you're down...... Your people will perceive the pain in the cold wind, and they will be dissatisfied, and they will unite together, and they will riot, and they will become great monsters, and they will swallow you up with the banner of the king's misconduct.

You know all about that, right?"

Gaius did not speak.

"Where am I going to give up everything to save them? I just chose to die before that. ”

The king drank the wine, the liquor leaking from the corners of his mouth and spilling on his chest like a flame, making his throat hoarse, and his eyes mad: "I have seen the day when people like us will be ushered in - the nobles will be liquidated, the estates will be set on fire, and the old Caucasus will be buried in the revolutionary fire you have brought...... It's booming, it's good!"

"And then?"

Gaius asked.

"And then?"

His Majesty the drunken King giggled, "The means of production were redistributed, classes were re-established, and after a long time, new nations, nay, new monsters were born...... Just like you want, isn't it?"

"That's too much, isn't it? Your Majesty. ”

Gaius seemed to hear a joke and was amused by the drunken nonsense.

But instead of laughing, the king stretched out his hand, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him in front of him, staring at him with eyes red from alcohol.

"Compared to what you've done to the world, what I say is gentle and disgusting, isn't it?"

He whispered hoarsely, "You have overthrown the rule of ancient times with so-called freedom and democracy, and you want to lead them forward with a glorious future and through the dark canyon...... But the dark canyon was too long, and they couldn't wait long!

They only give in and lust, they don't even know how to protect themselves......"

"If no one has warned you, then let me tell you - Gaius, you are playing with fire and immolating yourself!"

"So what?"

Gaius's smile dissipated, and he became cold as iron.

But the king laughed and held his belly with great joy: "Look at your appearance, Gaius!

You're crazy, but you're still calling yourself sane......

You are fascinated by the so-called future, but you can't see the price of the future! Isn't what has happened to you all the time enough to teach you a lesson!

Your revolution is the most terrible thing in the world! You have freed it from its cage and want to untie the shackles of religion and let it spread its poison in this world!

You promised them what they shouldn't have, let them run their own country, and gave them false hope that seemed imminent...... Maybe you're right to do that, but it's a sick world, and there shouldn't be anything right!

One day, your revolution will get out of control, and your army, your country, will become a deformed child under your sick ideals.

- Whether or not it can devour the world, one day it will perish because of endless demands!"

The king laughed wildly.

The maniacal laughter was so piercing, like the cold mockery of the world in the guise of his body.

He looked up with joy and drank the last of his wine.

And so, the last darkness rose before his eyes, embraced him, greeted him, and accompanied him to death.

At that last moment, he spat out foul-smelling black blood, looked at Gaius, smiled with pleasure, and whispered goodbye:

"Gaius, I will see that day, in hell......"

All is silent again.

Gaius sat in his chair and looked at his ugly face, hideous from the poison, as if waiting for something.

But a long time has passed.

His Majesty did not utter any more words.

He's dead.

-

The basement door was closed.

"Seal it. ”

Gaius said to the craftsman, "After all, it is His Majesty, so let his palace be his coffin." ”

The craftsman bowed his head in agreement.

He put on his hat and stepped up the stairs back into the vast courtyard above ground.

On the bench, the smoking wolf flute raised his eyes: "What did His Majesty the King say at the end? ”

"It's just drunken nonsense. ”

Gaius replied coldly, "Is your work done?"

On the bench, the wolf flute whistled and spread his hands: "Don't worry, after witnessing the power of the Charles, the old priests have gone crazy.

Soon, Brother Sophia, who is in charge of the Caucasian Order, will fall at your feet and endorse the miracles that have befallen you today. and re-advocated the orthodoxy abandoned by the Quds Order, and shouted that divinity and humanity are not opposites, but communion or something......

I don't understand what the gods are saying. In any case, they promised to break with the Holy City and unite with the Monks of the Near East to form a new sect.

Soon, a denomination that fits your wishes will serve you and shepherd the believers.

However, out of reverence for the rulers, they want to ask you what is the best name for the new church. ”

Gaius pondered for a moment, and soon replied:

"Since they advocate orthodoxy, let's call it orthodoxy. ”

"Do your will. ”

The wolf flute saluted exaggeratedly, took off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and stepped on it. When he was about to turn to leave, he paused in his footsteps, turned back and asked:

"Ah, by the way, I have one more question. About the Shire. ”

"Huh?"

Gaius looked over and saw the wolf flute's playful expression.

He looked at Gaius and asked curiously, "You have carried him to the altar with your own hands, and if one day, when he wants to come down from the altar, what are you going to do?"

Gaius did not speak.

The wolf flute was answered.

Turned and left.

And in the sky, endless wind and snow fell again, sweeping through the wasteland and the city, engulfing everything and covering the old corpses of the country.

Beneath the frozen ground, what seeds are germinating.