The crystal chandelier emits a beautiful and soft glow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A warm fire burns in the fireplace, and the rich incense lingers in the basement.

In the emotional singing, the maidens are dressed in tulle and dance to soft melodies, their toes sinking deep into the cashmere carpet, wrapped in the soft carpet.

The charming girls writhe their bodies, exuding an aura of seduction full of lust and lust.

Shrill laughter rang out from it.

The middle-aged man in a pair of shorts drank the last of the Caucasus' wine, held his bloated belly, jumped into the girls' dance, and squirmed to the melody.

"The Caucasian Federation, in this world, is the best ~ other countries, the kings are stupid!"

In his intoxication, he unashamedly sang loudly the national anthem that had been tampered with by himself: "Oh ~ Caucasian Federation, *** export to the world's first, other countries, *** production is extremely low-grade ~."

Oh ~ Caucasus, your mother river is a great miracle ~ It is two hundred meters wide, scum and dung, eighty percent is removed by it......

Ah, the Caucasus Federation, friends know all over the world, only Burgundy don't think about it, they have big noses and idle things, and their brains are blind when they get into the water......"

In the midst of stumbling singing, he pulled down his shorts, hugged the nearest petite girl, and grinned, "Please come and shake hands with the great dragon root of our king, we have invented begging, aphrodisiacs, and toffees......

Suddenly, the melody came to an abrupt end.

As the door opened, a cold wind swept in that shouldn't have belonged, making everyone shiver.

At the same time, there was an old figure that should not have appeared here.

Gaius.

"All out. He said.

So, the musicians and dancers hurriedly packed up their things, lined up in a line, and walked away quickly. Only the man lying in the middle of the carpet remained.

"Why are you here again?"

Unashamedly revealing his raw and biological tools in front of men, the man who was intoxicated with singing, dancing and alcohol waved his hand impatiently: "Didn't you say that everything was done for you?"

"I'm just here to inform you that the war has begun. ”

Gaius said, "This is the fate of the Caucasus, and you should see it as a matter of reason." ”

"Now the Caucasus has nothing to do with me. ”

The man continued to pour the liquor into his mouth,"

Gaius, I'm the king, please be respectful to me? When you were promoted to the representative of the Holy City, I voted yes, and you owe me a favor.

You see, I have given you all the power and commanded all men to cooperate with your commands, and you are now their savior.

You've taken all my stuff, and when it's time to come, you can't ask me to work for you anymore......"

His Majesty spread his hands and burped:

"Especially, when I was about to have another good time. ”

Gaius frowned, "You're a king. ”

"Just because he is the king, he has to race against time to be cool while he is still cool. The king rolled his eyes and slapped his round belly:

"Anyway, whether you win or lose, someone who died is always responsible, right?"

Gaius was silent for a moment, then bowed.

"Yes. ”

"Is there anyone else who is more suitable for this person than the king?"

Gaius shook his head, "No." ”

"What's wrong with refreshing me before I die?"

The king waved his hand impatiently, "Now, if you don't mind, I want to go on, please help call my girls back before you go out to save the world." ”

Gaius withdrew his gaze, glanced at the girls standing in a row in the hallway, hugging each other and shivering in the cold wind, and pointed to the room.

The girls were pardoned and returned to the warm basement, snuggling up by the fire, like canaries returning to their cozy cages.

So the king smiled again, and casually trampled over a girl, and fell to the ground, groping and kissing and laughing.

Gaius took one last look at him, withdrew his gaze in disgust, and turned to leave, only to hear a hoarse laugh behind him.

"For your new world, Gaius. The King whispered in his drunkenness, "Pray that trump card of yours will come in handy." ”

-

On the battlefield, the torrent swept through.

After the eagle stream swept through, no miracle happened.

There is no tile.

Only a terrible patch of blood covered the frozen soil, melting the snow and turning it into a sweet silt.

It was like I was in a trance for a moment, and when I opened my eyes, the whole world changed.

Charles stared blankly at the dark sky, lowered his head, and saw his torn body, blood oozing from broken limbs, limbs twisted and broken, bones scattered on the ground.

The internal organs were ripped out of the abdominal cavity and soaked in warm blood, like a pot of hot soup that had become cold.

But I didn't feel any pain.

Because there were bright flowers blooming from the blood, a soft warm wind blowing on him, and a song sounded in the distance, like a lullaby, which was intoxicating.

Gentle palms caressed his cheeks, rubbing his weedy beard and caressing his lips.

Embrace him in your arms.

He smiled happily, shed tears and snot, clinging to the tenderness, sniffing at the red hair that fell down his cheeks.

That red hair is so beautiful.

Like embers of flames.

"Mom's ......"

He whispered, "It's been a long time, and I've seen you again." ”

"I've always been here. ”

A soft voice replied, reassuring to him.

"Are you alright?"

"Hasn't it always been like this?" replied in a soft voice, "It's sad, it's not good or bad, right?"

Charles looked at the corners of her mouth and asked suspiciously:

"But aren't you smiling?"

"Because that's what you want to see. ”

The voice answered him.

Holding Charles's cheeks lightly with both hands, he kissed his forehead, "Charles, what you see is an illusion, I'm already dead, don't you know very well?"

When you die, there is nothing, no hell, no heaven, no place for souls to go. ”

She pressed her cheek against Charles, and whispered in his ear:

"Humans have never had souls all along. ”

Charles's eyes widened, but he couldn't see her expression clearly, he just felt dazed and uneasy, and wanted to hug her, but he couldn't feel his own hands.

"Haven't you either?" he asked, apprehensively.

"Yes. ”

Mother replied.

"But you ......"

He looked at him in a trance and muttered to himself, "Obviously here, you obviously told me ......"

"Don't you know the answer?"

The voice laughed cruelly, as if it had understood what was going on in his heart, "I'm not happy, Charles, I've never been happy.

I have never been happy or liberated, the world has never been better, and you have never had salvation or hope. Why do you always like to deceive yourself?"

Charles froze, trying to hug her, but felt that there was nothing in his arms, and that the cruel apparition was thinning and disappearing.

Just like his own ridiculous fantasies.

So, it finally dawned on him.

"Is that so?"

"yes. ”

The gentle hands grew cold, dissipated, lost their color and contours, and returned to nothingness. He couldn't help but weep bitterly and muttered hoarsely:

"Have I always been alone?"

No one answered.

The gentle illusion is gone.

The only solace in the nightmare abandoned him, leaving him alone, and the cold flowers that bloomed from the blood.

"I see......"

Charles muttered softly and opened his eyes.

At that moment, in the mud of the pool of blood, the eagle-body demons pecking at the broken limbs were startled, flapping their wings and flying high, but they froze in mid-air, unable to move.

In the still world, in a pool of blood, the mutilated eyes slowly opened, revealing golden pupils.

It's like a burning sun.

Countless beautiful and bewitching phantoms swept through the blood, and pure white flowers plucked branches from the sweet mud and bloomed, and in an instant, the sky was all over the field.

The bare arm of the bones slowly lifted from the pool of blood, and the five fingers crippled the fiery triangle iron.

The flesh that had been pecked out quickly multiplied, the shattered bones were rehealed, and soon, the whole arm and palm grew out, and the triangular iron seemed to be integrated into the bone and disappeared.

In a pool of blood, Charles stared at the pupils of his eyes, staring at the dark faces behind the huge shadows, as if smiling.

It's not deliberate, it's not an expression of emotion.

It's like instinct.

It was the monster at the top of the food chain that looked down with natural contempt and indifference.

He reached out and tapped.

It's like hitting on a triangle.

The crisp sound echoed between heaven and earth.

But it evolved into a magnificent movement that swept all directions for seven days, pulling everything into a violent riot.

Countless music theories sprout from that finger, inextricably linked, and come together, from the condensation of notes to the combination of intervals, to the construction of music theory, the movement is realized.

Eventually, the vast sky was completely covered by the movement.

With a snap of his fingers, the power that is enough to make countless musicians jaw-dropping converge......

Ultra-wide area music theory erection!

This was followed by a prelude to destruction.

In the continuous roar, all the air, all the ether, all the power was brutally extracted, turned into a torrent, and sprinkled in all directions.

But in that sky, a vacuum fell!

The result of countless nature interferences at the same time, the result of the evolution of layers is the complete rejection of everything, the terrifying change in air pressure causes the friction of electric charges in the air, thunder bursts out, lightning sends away, converges into a viscous liquid, flows wantonly in this vacuum, destroying everything that is within reach.

"1812 Overture"!

At that moment, all the survivors let out cheers and screams, 1812 Overture!

The severed lineage of saints has re-entered the world.

It has brought miracles to this battlefield.

No...... Miracles!