When the wings spread out from the sky, the world fell silent.

The Shadow Wings from the void unfurled silently, sweeping through the void, but there was not the slightest sound of wind, not even the faint aether fluctuations.

Compared to the other Xuanhe's radiant wings, it was like the other extreme. Beyond what is captured by the eyes, it is not possible to observe it by any means.

It doesn't exist here.

This is Shadow Aoi.

In the moment of everyone's astonishment, Charles waved his hand, and the wings of light forcibly unfurled.

The phantage of Eden emerged from behind him, and with his fingers clenched, it conjured up with a loud roar, and endless light gushed out from the heavens.

Tchaikovsky Symphony No. 4 in F minor!

The roar of thunder blended into the melody, not only did not appear noisy, but set off the majesty and majesty.

Saint Legacy!

The-for-tat confrontation made the faces of the saints look ugly.

Although it is not known how the Holy City bypassed the holy name that had been inherited by the Charr and created the inheritance of the saints again, at this moment, the movement of the Charr was only unfolding, and immediately, the new saints who inherited the name of Tchaikovsky in the enemy felt the music in their bodies turbulent, and they were actually attracted by the Charles, as if they were about to break away from their shells and throw themselves into heaven.

Accompanied by a roaring melody, the light condensed into thunder descended from the sky, like a chain, reaching out to many saints, causing their faces to change abruptly and quickly retreat.

At the heart of the Fourth Symphony is the musician's awe of 'doom', which at this moment uses the theme of doom to illustrate the existence of fate. In the Saint Tradition, it is the core of the core, and once it is bound by the chains of fate, then it will be completely trapped in the cage.

Even if the dragon is chained, it can only be a mad dog.

But then, despite the weight of the Fourth Symphony, Charles's other palm slowly unfolded, and the Fifth Symphony was played!

It's insane!

The biggest reason why only saints can exert the essence of the saint's inheritance is that even any movement is too large for the average musician, and if it is forced to be played without any way to weaken its effect, the pressure caused by the operation of music theory will crush the consciousness to pieces.

Even the saints are cautious when navigating this kind of oversized movement, so as not to be repercussed.

What's more, Tchaikovsky's holy name specializes in the same ultra-wide-area music theory interference as Haydn, even among the saints, which is known for its complexity and complexity!

And it is the most drastic way of destruction.

This is by no means an addition and subtraction of one plus one equals two, but an increase in the difficulty of geometric multiples, or even exceeding.

If you are not careful, you will be burned first!

But at this moment, while Charles's mind is divided into two parts, there is no difficulty in the slightest, but instead the Fourth Symphony and the Fifth Symphony are merged into one.

Music theory, which is also based on the theme of doom and the same way of fate, collides with each other at this moment, not annihilating each other as everyone imagined, but mixing together like wind and fire, bursting out with a destructive power that terrifies the hearts of the saints.

What is even more heart-wrenching is that when Charles does not move, after the saints, the saints who also inherit Tchaikovsky's holy name let out a hoarse scream.

In an instant, it was as if his blood was boiling, and countless riotous music theory spirituality crushed his consciousness, and under the summons of Charles, he could not control his own power.

All five are burned.

In just an instant, it burned into a pile of fly ashes.

Countless music theories poured out of his body, gathered in the hands of Shire, merged into the saintly heritage within him, and immediately dissolved into the glory of heaven.

In the projection of the kingdom of heaven, an old phantom emerges.

The unprecedented lineage of the two saints, and the same lineage of saints, gathered in one place, under the interpretation of Charles, the spirit of music developed on its own, and even formed a figure that had been forgotten for a long time.

As if waking up from a big dream, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looked at Shire, and then looked at the saints opposite, as if with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I can't help myself." ”

In an instant, everyone's scalps went numb.

- The dead are alive!

Hell yes!

Fucking it turned out to be the resurrection of the dead!

The original Tchaikovsky, who had been dead for hundreds of years, was resurrected!

It was as if the Red King had risen from the dead, and a miraculous sight appeared in front of everyone's eyes, subverting everyone's reason.

The first generation of saints who had already died was reborn again under the spiritual convergence of music theory!

It is as if the saints who have already ascended to heaven have been sent down to earth again by divine will.

"Impossible...... It couldn't be ......."

After realizing the meaning of this miracle, one of the saints completely collapsed: "From birth to death, only the Great Source is eternal...... Great Source Eternal ...... From Life to Death......"

This is the iron rule set in the musician's three oaths!

Only gods can turn from the dead to life.

But what is happening in front of me now......

"Don't be fooled by him!"

Liszt's face turned pale, "That's just a vague consciousness formed by the spirituality of music theory! Don't forget, the Yellow Spring of the Hundred Eyes is still in his hands!"

The music theory consciousness formed by the inheritance of the double saints, coupled with the memory given by the Yellow Spring integrated into Eden, the so-called rebirth is nothing more than a projection of music theory, memory and consciousness at the same time, a puppet!

The turbulent battle spirit finally barely recovered, but everyone's hearts were heavy, and Liszt's expression was even more ugly.

Yes, the opponent is just a very similar puppet, but this ...... And what is the difference between it and the true resurrection?

What's more, it's more than that......

He had received an observational warning from the 'Lighthouse' that there was something different in the projections of the saints created by the Charr than vague consciousness and memory......

Some kind of music theory that is in the same source as Shadow Aoi!

This is perhaps the greatest reason for the nature of the resurrected saints...... The true power of Shadow Aoi!

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For a long time, countless people have tried to study the Illusionary Sunflower that blooms in the dense areas of the Aether Everywhere, but no matter what, it is difficult to touch its essence.

I can't even figure out the reasons and laws for the appearance of this illusion of Aoi, and over time, I can only give up helplessly.

Even Charles, after fusing Shadow Aoi, only to find out what was wrong with the research of many musicians.

Those blooming sunflowers in the shadows are just reflections in the water, the bright moon in the sea, no matter how much effort is put into this appearance, it can only be in vain.

It simply doesn't make sense.

They didn't even figure out where to go in their research......

From beginning to end, there was only one Shadow Flower.

It bloomed hundreds of years ago, and since one day of splendor, it is destined to wither.

Since then, it has been enclosed in amber and has been passed down as a work of art among countries after it has been used as a specimen.

For hundreds of years, it has been passed down from family to family, and has had hundreds of owners, but no one has ever thought that the amber specimen in their study for their own enjoyment is the source of one of the four living creatures.

In the end, the six generations of Caucasian kings who were tired of it were thrown into the treasury, covered in dust, and no one cared about it.

For Shadow Flower, blooming and life may have come to an end long after that day, and all that humans have observed is the scene it reproduces through the interference of the nature of the Great Source.

It was long dead, not even alive from human observations. But it is this death that has become a clear confirmation of its existence.

It is rooted in the afterimage of the past, a time that has long been dusted.

It represents nothing more than the sunflower that has only bloomed for one day.

Its birth and destruction are submerged in the past, and there is no way for humans to touch its existence or understand its essence.

Human beings glimpse its posture through the mirror of the great source reflecting the past, but they are separated from each other by the desperate wall of time. It seems to be close at hand, but it is far away in this world.

- Traces of the existence of life.

This is the essence of Shadow Aoi.

This is the reason why it and other natural disasters are called the four living creatures by the Three Sages.

The 'Mother of Life' represented by the Mother of Darkness, the 'Limit of Life Growth' represented by the Hundred-armed Giant, the 'Foundation of Life Evolution' represented by Leviathan, and the Shadow Aoi are the proof of the existence of life, the history and traces of the past, and the short time spent by survival.

Those inscriptions were precipitated in the Great Source, awakened by the Charles, and resurfaced from the world, not life, but remnants of the past.

A miracle that follows the records of the past and reshapes it according to the traces of the past.

So, the dead came to life.

Rekindled like ashes.

It didn't take long for Paganini to grasp the essence of this miracle, and when he looked at the Charles, his eyes became complicated.

- What did you pay for this miracle this time?

At this moment, in addition to Charles and Paganini, Tchaikovsky's projection of the saint joined the battle.

"It seems that it's three against four now. ”

Charles smiled and looked at his enemies, "It's not that different, isn't it?"

Liszt was indifferent and unwavering, "stealing authority, usurping justice, and claiming to be a god...... Is there any victory for the demons in the disguise of the demons in the robes?"

With his words, divine light that was hundreds of times hotter than the original one erupted from his body, and countless thunder and fire arched beside him, and under the whip of music theory, reality was distorted......

That is the purest element of ruin.

Among the saints, the power of destruction emerges here.

Burning one's own consciousness, igniting one's own body, without regard for life and the future.

Liszt is going to fight hard.

With his guidance, all the saints ignited their music theory almost like a martyr, and the power that had been beyond the specification skyrocketed again.

Resonating with each other, the projection of the Sacred Cauldron descends here!

Gazing at the sacred cauldron that seemed to be filled with blood, Paganini's eyes flashed with cruelty—as he had expected, the Order's silence for a while did not mean silence, but the final preparations for battle.

I am afraid that during this time, the Order has invested hundreds of years of savings, the most valuable possessions of the Holy City, into the Holy Cauldron.

What the blood of this moment represents...... It is the power of the source of natural disasters!

For hundreds of years, the Holy City has collected the ontology of the natural disasters through the Inquisition and the Silent Mechanism, and I am afraid that they have been put into it and turned into food!

This is a top secret that even the saints could not know.

Just as he had guessed back then, the seemingly noble saints were nothing more than products of the Divine Cauldron, which could be produced as long as they were continuously invested in the natural calamity itself......

Not even limited to the original number, create more saints!

This transformative power of natural disasters......

It's the same source as Charles's abilities!

It was a fierce battle at the moment, but Paganini had an even stranger conjecture in his mind.

Soon, that conjecture was buried in the depths of his heart, sealed to death, and even erased from his memory without any trace.

Only the momentary shudder just now proved its existence.

"God......"