Heaven and earth are dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lead-black clouds converged into an Iron Curtain, covering the sky and covering the land and seas of Asgard. The pungent smell of sulfur filled the air, stinging in the heart, and red eyes.

"The detonation matrix has been laid. ”

"The recheck is complete. ”

"Communication between the departments is working fine. ”

"Process 6 is ready, Lucas, report back. ”

A murmuring of communication rang in his ears, and the burly musician chiseled his pickaxe into the rock formation and climbed to the top of the mountain. He clung to the sharp protruding rock, leaning against the lock around his waist, and hung himself from the rope.

When I lowered my head, I saw the deep hole under my feet.

It was a crack at the top of the mountain.

Like a scar leading to the lungs of the earth, the huge cavern fell silent in the deep darkness, and in the darkness, it was like a singing voice, and the exaggerated height made the mind trance.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

――If you fall into it, how long will it take to break to pieces?

"Lucas?"

The commander in the communication asked, "Do you hear that?" ”

The musician woke up from his trance, and through the heavy mask on his face, his voice became muffled and muffled: "Lucas, take your seat, wait for orders." ”

"Good, it's time for the final inspection. ”

A jumble of voices came from the communication, and at last, everything was silent, except for one command:

"Detonate. ”

"Roger. ”

Lucas took the black square box from his waist and followed the alchemists' instructions to verify the direction of the notes, the black box slowly cracked through the cracks, and red fluorescence flowed out.

Drip!

Drip!

Drip!

A sharp sound rang out from it, accompanied by the sound of the second hand inverting.

Open the outer layer, remove the safety valve, start the countdown, and ...... Let go.

The shimmering red fluorescent box fell from his hand into the darkness, and the sharp dripping sound sank deeper into the darkness, as if it had fallen straight down the crack in the top of the mountain to the deepest part of the earth.

But Lucas didn't have time to take a closer look, and the moment the box was taken off, he ripped off the safety rope around his waist, and the huge force pulled his body out and flew out, cutting an arc.

In the aetheric chaos zone, his body quickly descended along the zipline to safety.

And just in mid-air, the sound of the drop came after him.

Like a living creature, it crawled out of the crack along the sharp rock wall, and surrounded everyone's ears, and then the earth trembled, and a terrifying roar burst out from the crack in the mountaintop.

As the land shook like water waves, a huge amount of dust and rubble erupted from the cracks, followed by a scorching red light.

The light flowed, like water, boiling, rising from the deepest depths of the darkness, roaring, whistling, converging in one place, gushing out, rushing into the sky, as if to set the iron-gray sky on fire.

Lucas staggered to the ground, stood still with the help of his companion, and turned back, the black mask on his face illuminated by the fiery red light.

"God......"

He didn't dare to look any more, but bowed his head and prayed softly:

“...... Please forgive me. ”

That's a volcano.

The volcano erupted.

After a hundred years of silence, the dead volcano erupted again under the guidance of musicians.

Endless heat poured out from the depths of the earth's crust, and along the zigzag cracks, it broke through the rocks again. Immediately after, an intricate alchemical matrix lit up from around the volcano, surrounding the volcano in it.

The heat in the lava is guided by the matrix, and hundreds of tributaries converge into the main trunk, which is converted into new energy sources and flows along pre-carved channels to distant cities.

Soon, the erupting volcano became quiet again, no more lava erupted, only the summit of the volcano was like a bowl of God's wrath, filled with boiling magma.

The light of magma illuminates the sky.

Black smoke rose like a giant pillar and merged into the iron clouds that covered the sky.

From a bird's eye, the world becomes so cruel that it's like purgatory has reappeared.

In the silence, in the far north, another loud bang burst out.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

"It's the direction of the Asmo Mountains. ”

Someone looked in that direction and checked the list in hand: "I'm afraid the second phase of the project will be completed, and then we can relax for a while."

A month of crazy overtime is really unbearable. ”

Beside him, a group of charred musicians spread out on their chairs, smoking cigarettes, smiling without the slightest grace, grinning and showing their white teeth, chatting about what beer is best to drink when they get home.

Lucas didn't speak.

He was praying.

-

In just a month and a half, Asgard has changed.

Under the power of the musicians, volcanoes were ignited one after another, and the flames re-emerged on the earth, turning into endless energy, driving thousands of arsenals to frantically produce war materials, and countless workers on the assembly line stayed awake all night.

The pungent smell of sulphur fills the wind.

The ocean was no longer blue, turning a sticky grayish black in the ashes that fell.

Smoke rose and covered the sky, so that the stars could not be seen, and the daytime sunlight was as luxurious as gold. As far as the eye can see, there is only the burning red reflected by the lava of the volcano.

There were one hundred and forty more scars on the earth, and red blood flowed from them, and the blood was sucked by humans and turned into power.

Now, humanity has power.

But how can we survive in this purgatory?

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Asgard Golden Palace.

In the midst of the volcano's arch, on the eternally cold peaks, the vast palace made of gold and iron reflected the firelight, as if it were burned red by the light.

And under the Golden Palace, countless roars came and went.

It was a myriad of huge machines that were thrust into action by heat. And the dozens of lava converged into a river, evaporating the seawater in the original harbor, turning it into a boiling sea of lava.

In the middle of the ocean, there are dark giants bathed in flames in silence.

In the tempering of the flames, the steel giant remained motionless, only silently absorbing the heat from the lava. In the six pairs of dim eyes, a spark called thinking shone brightly.

And just above the massive chest, layers of huge steel plates like bones and flesh opened like flowers under the pull of the sling, revealing countless intricate cables and steel entrails.

and the beating heart of thunder.

In the midst of the dull heartbeat, dozens of musicians carefully descended along the sling, maintaining the alchemy matrix around the heart, carefully guiding this inhuman power into this inhuman body.

It is a testament to the existence of the gods, the power that flows from the divinity.

- Odin.

But now, the Golden Palace has been opened, the god has been left off the altar and fallen apart, its meaning of existence has been denied by the new emperor, his divinity has been split into sixteen parts, divided into various clans, and its power has been forged into a heart and entered the heart of the land giants.

Give the puppet a soul, give life to the steel.

And now, in the cold golden palace, the new emperor is on crutches, quietly looking down on the iron giant bathed in lava, with an indifferent expression.

A month earlier, when the lame man had been crowned to the throne, he had declared this to the clan of loyalty.

"Asgard doesn't need natural disasters, we just need a north wind. ”

Now the north wind is blowing from the sea.

Echoing between heaven and earth, with the breath of war.

Clouds of iron rose from Asgard and covered in all directions.

And at the very top of the Golden Palace, the clouds quietly cracked, like a scar, revealing the universe behind it, and the stars surged.

Immediately afterwards, the stars were obscured, as if they were solid darkness.

The darkness was surging like an ocean, gathering like living creatures, and countless star-like eyes could be faintly seen, closing and extinguishing one after another.

"That's the abyss,"

The wilted old musician stood behind the emperor, his face pale: "The abyss is being rewritten. ”

"Is your reshaping of the will complete?" the Emperor looked back at him, "Looks like you're recovering well." ”

The old musician smiled wryly and looked at the cracked slate in his arms.

The wedge-shaped notes on the slate are slowly fluorescent.

"Your Majesty, in the normal sense of the word, I am dead. The old musician sighed, "I'm just a reserved copy now." ”

"Then, as a copy, continue to serve the empire in your place. The Emperor said lightly: "You still have meaning to the Empire, and the Empire will not allow you to die." ”

The old musician bowed.

Beyond the cracks in the clouds, countless eyes in the darkness had quietly closed and disappeared.

"All traces left by the Hundred Eyes have been erased. ”

The old musician explained to the emperor what he had seen through the lens: "Supplied by the Caucasus at all costs, the Orthodox Church has launched the largest holy prayer in history, transforming the abyss and transforming the divinity and divine position of the Hundred Eyes.

From today onwards, the existence of the Hundred Eyes will be replaced by new gods, all power will be inherited by new divinity, and the pattern of the Three Pillars will be rewritten forever. ”

With his words, the long night of darkness ended.

And a divine glow lit up from the night sky.

In the praise of countless musicians and priests, the sound of the hymn filled the heavens and the earth, illuminating the clouds and falling on the earth. From east to west, from south to north, the whole world is bathed in this miraculous light.

Above the sky, a world emerges that shines with all the good light of the world. In the midst of the myriad glowing guards, the throne of the gods emerged from it, and above that throne was a vague figure, overlooking the world.

The Emperor, on the other hand, held his head high with difficulty, stared at the figure overlooking him, his eyes sharp.

It's like being the enemy of the gods.

Until the light dissipated and the night sky was silent again, the Emperor did not look away.

"What's that?" the Emperor asked.

"Eden. ”

The old musician replied, "It is the paradise created by the Orthodox Church, the realm created by the yellow spring and the abyss, the place where all the souls of the world return." ”

"Hmm. ”

The Emperor nodded, "That's our enemy." ”

"Your Majesty, please think again. The old musician bowed his head and prayed in a low voice: "Now that we have lost Odin, it is quite unwise to start a war with the Caucasus." ”

"Isn't Asgard advocating valiant and noble death?"

The emperor's face sank like water, holding on to his crutches, moving his rickety body, and returning to his throne, "For hundreds of years, we have followed the north wind.

Now that the north wind has brought war, then we will choose war. ”

"A lot of people don't see it that way, Your Majesty, Asgard doesn't have just one voice. The old musician shook his head, "Now, a lot of people are saying, 'That madman has to make all of Asgard cripple with him.'" ”

The Emperor smiled, patted his deformed leg, and looked at the old musician: "That's fine, isn't it? ”

The old musician was stunned.

The emperor stretched out his hand, took out a brass pipe from his bosom, and threw it to the old musician: "Look at this. ”

The brass tube was disassembled, and out of it slid out a scroll, the end of which was stamped with the seal of Asgard and the seal of the Red King.

Staring at the text, the old musician fell silent.

"Since the enemy has its own god, let's find one for ourselves. ”

The Emperor whispered, "From this day onwards, Asgard will adopt the Welcoming Order as the state religion, form an alliance with the Holy City, and rewrite the Third, Fourth, and Ninth Amendments - the Holy City will be our power!"

Even though a new era has arrived, the glory of the empire will not pass away, and the heroic spirits of our ancestors will be with the stars! As long as the north wind still favors us, the Asgardians will not fear any enemy!"

With those words, the night sky was once again illuminated.

It was a glow from the Holy City.

Thousands of towers of steel burst out with bells, shining in all directions, and one pillar of light rose into the sky, sweeping away all the gloom.

Under the orders of the Red King, the vast city of steel once again played its melody.

The door of the reliquary, which had been sealed for a hundred years, opened with a bang.

In the center of every cathedral, in the prayers of countless believers and priests, and in the chants of countless musicians, one after another artifacts rose from the altar and burst into light.

As the abyss fell, Eden rose, and a new round of scorching sun ushered in the turbulent Aether realm.

One by one, stars rose from nothingness.

The departed saints were re-canonized.

For hundreds of years, the Order's vast reserves have been reactivated, and the scattered legions have come on the Iron Whale through the clouds.

At the call of the bell, the Knights Templar, the Covenant Keepers, the Mercy Knights, the United Southern Knights, the Gladiolus Friars, and the Knights Hospitaller, who had risen again after many years of silence, returned.

The iron boots of power armor trampled on the steel earth of the holy city, and the collision of iron and iron announced the arrival of war.

-

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At the same time, in Anglo, the Avalon 9 satellite island, in the darkness and silence, the sound of the countdown was echoing.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four......"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The moment the countdown ended, a roar erupted from the center of the island.

Countless dragons' lights lit up the night.

Frantic flames erupted from the darkness, and terrifying power brewed from them, propelling the massive steel creature in the center of the field to rise towards the sky, as if soaring, breaking free of the shackles of gravity little by little, upward, upward, and upward.

tore through the darkness and the clouds, overriding the storm and the earth.

Soar into the sky.

Like a giant bending his bow, he shot an arrow of no return into the sky.

A golden glow erupted from the 'arrows', and with that soaring, it hung above the canopy like a miracle.

From the slowness at the beginning, to the unfathomable speed of the naked eye, after a suffocating tens of seconds, the steel creature had already flown to a height that was difficult for the human eye to peep into, and cast a glow that was better than the stars!

In the long dead silence of the Royal Academy, the central command room, Newton clutched the arm of the man beside him, and his five fingers almost dug into the flesh of the poor ghost.

But in the solemnity, no one noticed.

They stared at the changing icons on the wall, measuring the arrow's trajectory. In the dull sound of the report, heavy gasps, and bloodshot pupils.

Until the end, there was no longer even a debriefing.

There was a sweltering dead silence, and sweat fell to the ground.

Until a hoarse voice rang out from the communication, with a rattle and the sound of electricity.

"Hey, audition, can you hear me?"

The hoarse voice coughed, debriefing: "I've reached the end of the track, the position is fixed, everything is normal, please reply received, repeat, please reply received." ”

"I can hear you, Your Highness. ”

Newton didn't have time to be ecstatic, and snatched the communicator: "Your voice is loud and clear! Report the height, Your Highness, please report the height!"

"Height...... Height...... I'll take a look at ......"

After a shudder, a hoarse voice read the degrees on the altimeter: "Nine hundred and forty kilometers, ladies and gentlemen, I am now at an altitude of nine hundred and forty kilometers, the clouds are at my feet, and the earth is round...... We succeeded, guys, we succeeded! We succeeded in fixing a giant coordinator at an altitude of 940 kilometers!

- We've arrived at the Celestial Dome!"

The silence was torn apart, and the frenzied cheers erupted.

The Royal Academy, everyone fell into a frenzy, ecstasy, danced, threw their hands to the ceiling, hugged each other, screamed, and burst into tears.

Witness the miracle coming.

Newton didn't lose his temper so much, just smiled, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his reddened nose, and stretched out his palm to the burly man beside him: "Thank you for your help, Patriarch, and thank you for the technology and cooperation of the Chainsaw Brothers! ”

"This is the talent of you and Your Highness, and all we have done is to provide some information and technology from the old times. ”

The old burly priest shook Newton's hand and said solemnly, "Then, according to the agreement, we bear witness by this, that the Chainsaw Brothers will make an alliance with Anglo."

Hopefully, we can create a true future for humanity. ”

Newton laughed:

"That's exactly how it should be. ”

-

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Nine hundred and forty kilometers from the ground.

The sky was dark, there was no air, and even the restraints of gravity were nothing.

The steel stars hung high in the universe, slowly rotating with the earth, anchoring themselves in the sky of Anglo, resonating with the aether web above the earth, and sprinkling the glow of dragon power.

Above the stars, the young man's white hair fluttered like water waves.

In the silence, he lowered his head and stared at everything.

The earth, the sky, the world.

It's beautiful.