At the moment when the Eden projection appeared, Paganini took the broken stone disk from his bosom and held it aloft.

- Wheel of Balance!

At that moment, the torrent of ether gushed out from it, supporting the elements, intertwining into the phantom of a huge wheel, and with the rotation of the phantom, the barrier between the ether realm and the material realm was shattered, and the high-level dimension and the human cognitive dimension overlapped again.

In an instant, endless power erupted from the depths of the Aether Realm, crushing all of Asgard's defenses, and before the Golden Palace Barrier could react, it dissipated with a bang under this devastating power.

The realm of Eden came to earth from heaven.

In the midst of the mighty chants, Charles endured the intense pain in his body, raised his head to the sky and roared, the bones on his back suddenly grew, and a lonely wing spread out from behind, covering the heavens and the earth.

The glorious light shrouded in its wings, crushing all the aether fluctuations, and all the Asgardian musicians who were ready to play trembled violently, vomiting blood, and turning pale.

Under the cover of the Scourge Wings, all aether fluctuations have been forcibly wiped out.

This is a one-sided shackle, and in the blessing of Eden, all the musicians of Asgard burst out with a power far beyond the past, and in an instant, tearing through the outer defenses of the Golden Palace and eroding inward.

"Hurry up!

Paganini supported the huge consumption of the wheel of balance, and urged repeatedly: "Don't give the holy city any time to react, otherwise it will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, beside him, a Caucasian musician turned abruptly, and the ready changing movement was pushed towards Paganini, and the fiery wind swept away, and the terrifying destructive power exploded in an instant.

No one expected that their companions would rebel and kill Paganini.

Except for Paganini.

The fire and the hurricane dissipated in an instant, and the musician who fought against the water had been lifted into the hands of Paganini, and he did not know whether he would live or die.

"It's been three hundred and ten years before you want to use this trick against me. ”

Paganini sneered, recalling the experience and lessons he had learned when he betrayed the Holy City three hundred and ten years ago, and looked down: "Are you right......?

No one responded.

I don't know when, above the dark sky, there is already a full moon hanging high. Under the moonlight, everyone's expressions became shocked.

Chopin......

"Keep your mind and don't give him any gaps to take advantage of. Paganini coldly ordered: "Give up the Golden Palace and find Chopin first, otherwise our operation will not be carried out at all!"

Saint Chopin.

The youngest of the living saints, and a member of the most deviant doomsday faction in the Holy City, spent his days blaming the day of destruction, God's judgment and relief, and the burning of the earth. He didn't have any serious appearance, and he was looked down upon by everyone, even if he never showed it to his face.

Chopin knew this, and he even knew exactly what those guys were thinking.

It is precisely because of the power represented by the bright moon hanging high in the sky at this moment.

The legacy of Saint Chopin.

- "Moonlight Song"!

If the scorching sun is used as a metaphor for the drastic changes in matter, then in any sect or college, the moon phase represents the source of consciousness and soul.

If the sun is life, then the moon represents the soul of nothingness.

With the Moonlight Song as a lineage, Chopin mastered the dark side of the Order for hundreds of years—the school of physiognomy that controlled the consciousness of the mind.

Of all the saints, almost all of them were able to beat him with one hand with their ability to fight head-on – of course, this was also related to the laziness of contemporary Chopin himself to bother with other schools of thought – but no one could beat Chopin if he did not aim to defeat the enemy head-on.

The Hundred Years' War that Burgundy and Anglo had just ended, the crucial reason was that Chopin arrived at the border between the two sides, and under the moonlight, both sides lost their fighting spirit, if it were not for the efforts of the musicians on both sides to defend it, everyone would probably have been completely brainwashed by the canon and become members of the Doomsday faction of the Order.

In fact, almost all members of this generation of Doomsday Sects came to be like this......

If it weren't for his attainments in the physiognomy school, he would not have been sent to the ruins as a 'fuse' because the Order wanted to ensure Schubert's 'sacrifice'.

Unfortunately, in the end, Schubert chose sacrifice and redemption of his own will, and did not rebel against his mission, nor did he come in handy.

His appearance here at this moment was undoubtedly a preparatory measure made by the Order in advance, not to ask him to defeat the incoming enemy, as long as he could delay time, it would be enough.

In just a few seconds, there were already several musicians who couldn't control themselves, and under the penetration of the moonlight song, they were controlled by their minds.

Fortunately, Paganini is also clear about this, the two of them are bright and dark, and at this moment, under the confrontation, they actually use the consciousness of all the musicians present as a chessboard and fight in the air.

Everyone felt a sense of sadness and joy, and it was difficult to control themselves.

Soon, Paganini's eyes looked at the chaotic city below: "He just hides down there and finds him!"

Looking at the brightly lit city below, almost millions of people wanted to find Chopin...... It's hard to get to the top.

Paganini sneered softly, as if he had found a solution.

As if he had guessed his thoughts, Chopin's helpless voice sounded.

"With me here, your raid is pointless, so why don't you flash people before the Order react......s? Good for everyone. ”

"Are you kidding?"

Paganini asked rhetorically: "If you really have mercy, it is better to remove the moonshine, which is also a good thing for those who have nothing to do." ”

"Why is it so cruel?" Chopin sighed bitterly, "you...... Don't you even have the slightest pity?"

"You forced me. ”

Paganini was unwavering, "You use them as your shield, why do you expect them not to fulfill their mission?"

As he spoke, he looked at Charles.

Charles looked at the chaotic crowd below, the millions of people in the entire city, and suddenly his hair was a little numb, and finding Chopin from here was like looking for a needle in the sea.

But in desperation, he could only reach out and press towards the void.

Soon, as Charles moved, a soft melody sounded, and the crowds in the streets fell into a deep sleep one by one, as the gentle singing of water passed.

But soon, the gentle singing was interrupted by a tragic mournful cry.

Flames rose from the ground, engulfing an area of the city, as well as the sleeping civilians.

Charles looked up in astonishment and looked at the musicians beside him, who were indifferently playing the variations they could master, and threw them towards the city below.

Soon, there was a roar of roars, and the fire engulfed a neighborhood from place to place, and terrible cries and screams rose from the earth, trembling with the dust, and finally returning to the fire.

Paganini stared coldly at the flames of destruction rising below, unwavering.

"What are you doing?"

Charles glared at him angrily, "Are you crazy! they're all civilians!"

Paganini stopped him, his expression grim, "Hypnosis is too slow, and it's easy to be fished by Chopin in troubled waters, Charles, don't waste time."

The outcome of the war rests on our mission, and if it fails, hundreds of thousands, millions of people will die in the war, as you can see......"

Charles stared blankly, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists.

His pupils were ignited by the fire and destruction on the ground, burning red.

As if hallucinating, those long-lost wails sounded again, but this time it was not an illusion, it was a real reality, and it happened in front of him.

Countless people are dying.

Once again, he saw the wailing spirits emerge from the ashes, rising from the ground to the sky in the wind and smoke, and disappearing into the glow of Eden.

It's like ascending to heaven.

He pressed his forehead hard, roared as he endured the sharp pain from the hallucination.

"Come out, Chopin!"

Charles roared at the city below, "Get out!"

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Son of God, I don't want to die yet. Chopin replied with a sigh, "Although the day of destruction is near, I still feel ...... It's better to die later. ”

Although they are also heart-to-heart musicians, compared with Ye Lanzhou, who was peerless back then, the two of them are almost two extremes. Chopin never hid his humility and rickets.

"It's my mission, just like you have your own mission. Chopin said lightly: "We have no choice. ”

At that moment, in a ruined neighborhood, Chopin's figure emerged.

In the blink of an eye, it was locked.

Charles clenched his fingers, his face expressionless, and the elements of Eden worked, sending down punishment.

Facing the glow that was enough to incinerate himself, Chopin breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the black ash from his face, and sat down on the ground.

Rumble!

There was a roar, the sound of the Aetheric Sea rushing backwards.

Above Paganini's head, the projection of the Wheel of Balance came to an abrupt halt, and the overlap between the Aetheric and Physical realms began to shrink rapidly, making Eden swaying and unsustainable......

In an instant, all communication between the material realm and the etheric realm was completely blocked.

Except for the Shire.

In other words, once you get a few meters away from the Shire, you will be knocked down to the level of a full-fledged musician.

In the face of the sudden blockade, the wings of light that covered the entire sky were still spreading, and they withstood the pressure without wavering.

He looked in the direction of the Golden Palace.

A blazing light rose from the Golden Palace, enveloping them overhead, outlining the phantom of the wheel of balance, but in a completely different direction from the direction in which they were spinning.

The interval of three minutes was enough for Asgard to activate the Order's Wheel of Balance, completely separating the etheric realm from the material realm.

After the invaders lost the power of the high-level dimension, there was no longer any threat to the Golden Palace.

As the Wheel of Balance sealed, fiery aetheric waves emerged from the void, and scepters emerged, outlining the illusory shadows of the saints.

As the giant wind tunnel of the Golden Palace opened, one after another projections of saints descended.

Liszt, Mendelssohn, Brahms, Schumann, Tchaikovsky...... Plus Chopin, who revealed his true identity. Six saints descended here, enough to bulldoze any nation's super-sized power to lock down the Shire where they were.

With a gloomy expression, Paganini forcibly opened a crack in the blockade with the wheel of balance again.

"Let's go, Charles. "The mission failed." ”

The Holy City was ...... Got it.

In such a short period of time, I have found so many musicians who can inherit the power of the saints.

Can it only be said that it really deserves to be a holy city? It's just that in such a glamorous lineup, I don't know how many people are puppets and how many are consumables?

Thinking that he was actually blocked by a group of consumables, he couldn't suppress the fury in his heart, gritted his teeth, and gave the order to retreat.

"Nope. ”

Charles didn't move, just looked at his enemies with cold eyes.

He took a deep breath, endured the boiling pain in his body, and did not leave along the rift, but pulled out a strange specimen from the Eden behind the rift.

Like a frozen flower, the withered sunflower solidifies in amber, maintaining its former beauty and brightness, as if it is still alive after hundreds of years.

Facing everyone's stunned expressions, he held the specimen amber up in front of his eyes.

"I'm alive. ”

He muttered softly, "So—not yet!"

At that moment, in the Golden Palace, the lighthouse musicians who were observing the battlefield changed color.

"Stop him!"

The Apocalyptic musician gazed at the specimen reflected in the lighthouse observation and glimpsed its essence: "That's ...... Shadow Aoi!"

In the next moment, everyone's faces changed suddenly, and they launched a siege on the charr regardless of their dignity or demeanor, or even their own physical endurance.

Charles's information and intelligence are not difficult to find, and even the news of the first half of his life is almost a big deal, and it is easy to investigate, and even where he liked to eat overlord meals when he was in the academy, where he was caught and beaten, and where he was drunk and running naked on a moonlit night.

Of course, they don't forget the most important point in the material:

- This guy has the ability to directly absorb and devour the natural disaster itself through appearances!

It's like the natural disaster that once hit the Caucasus, when the Eagle Wing Mother died tragically......

At this moment, the amber fell apart between Charles's five fingers.

It was as if the essence had passed, and all the power had been drained away, devoured, turned into food, and merged into the blood of the Charles. As a result, the sunflowers, which had bloomed for thousands of years, withered and dissipated into the hands of the Charles.

For that moment, Charles roared and hissed in pain.

In the earth-shattering waves, the light engulfed him, and countless pieces of destruction drowned him, but it could not hide the thunderous rhythm in the core.

It was the sound of a heartbeat.

The invisible heart beats in pain, absorbing the sudden elements and power, smelting music theory, devouring the ether, and ...... Turned into wings!

So, in the crisp sound of bones growing, Charles screamed in pain.

In the dissipating light and smoke, everyone saw it.

On his back, beside the Scourge Wings, which represented the Mother Eagle Wing, a winged skeleton burst out of its body like flesh and blood, like vines growing, and at last, it was covered in a feather that was as fleeting as a shadow.

The wings were so far away that it didn't exist at this moment.

With the flap of its wings, the petals of the former shadow sunflower withered from it and dissipated into the wind.

It was enough to exert the power of the destruction of a city on Charles, but it did not damage him by a hair, because he was far away from the world, and everything in the world could never touch him.

"...... Now"

Charles stared at his enemies and whispered:

"It's my turn. ”

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