"See? ”

Charles looked down at the growing paradise and said, "Soon, everything will be over." Humanity will be freed from earthly torments and usher in eternal peace. ”

"And eternal death—"

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and cut off the last trace of unrealistic delusion: "I won't let you succeed, Charles, you should know ......"

"yes, that's you, isn't it?"

Charles smiled.

It was only now that there was a hint of joy and cheerfulness in that smile.

"Your compassion for the world is far greater than mine—no matter how indifferent it is to you, to make you miserable and sad, but you have never despaired of it.

So, come on.

Whatever you do, I don't blame you. ”

Facing Ye Qingxuan like this, Xia Er waved his hand and generously untied all the shackles of paradise, allowing Ye Qingxuan to echo the glow of the ether net.

"Maybe I should keep you in Paradise, but if you find it useful, it doesn't matter if you use the Sacred Cauldron or the Music Theory of the Aether Web, or the power of any of the Three Kings.

I will fight you on an equal footing. ”

With that, Charles drew his weapon that contained the power of the gods.

Above the blade, there is no darkness as before, and there is no pain and madness hidden in it.

It is salvation that pervades all that is in the world.

A sword of brilliance that is so pure that it is beyond the reach of human beings.

Now, the god clenched his sword and announced to Ye Qingxuan, "If you want to stop me, Xiao Yezi, you are my enemy." ”

"Then I'll be your enemy. ”

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan bowed his head and stopped in front of the gods, his eyes were as firm as iron:

At that moment, the throne of the Blue King, the crown of the Red King, and the scepter of the Yellow King emerged from his body. The first, second, and third management privileges are activated, awakening the control core far to the east, and completely activating the sacred cauldron.

Thousands of times the computing power ran in the torrent of ether, and all the power forged by human beings was in Ye Qingxuan's hands, turning into a sword blade and aiming at the god in front of him.

"I'll stop you, Charles. ”

"I will let the world continue to sink in pain. ”

"If you become a god, then I will kill the god!"

If your paradise on earth is going to stand in my way, I will destroy it completely. ”

After a long time, the brothers who used to be side by side finally stood in front of each other with swords.

This is the final showdown.

"Good. ”

In the endless light, Charles finally revealed the face of a god, and the last bit of human weakness in his eyes was completely gone, stepping on the invisible staircase, high above the heavenly firmament.

A majestic and magnificent ode that resounded through the heavens and the earth!

This is the melody of redemption.

A chapter to save everything.

A true passion for the gods!

At the same time, there is endless power.

They shook the heavens and the earth, and the nations were shaken, and the seas froze, and even the air was shattered. Just running it has brought disaster to the whole world.

Now the power to judge all is in His hands.

"So, hereby declare—"

The indifferent voice resounded throughout the world, echoing in the ears of all living creatures:

"Paradise is coming. ”

"The day of renewal is coming!"

"Purify all original sins, extinguish all evil consequences, redeem all sentient beings, and the path of suffering will end from here!"

"May eternal silence descend upon this, and all things may be at peace. ”

"This is Eternal Paradise. ”

"-Paradise on Earth!"

At that moment, the gods above the heavenly dome raised their blades and slashed down towards the last of the rebels above the earthly world.

This is true cleansing and punishment from the gods.

Sweep away the last obstacles and shackles.

Proclaim the coming of salvation.

"Paradise?"

Under divine punishment, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, and could no longer hold back the sadness and sadness in his heart: "Charles, what do humans want...... It's never been a paradise. ”

Eternal peace, a carefree paradise, a paradise without pain......

That kind of thing has never meant anything to human beings.

Because what humans want, it's never that kind of thing.

Human life is only once.

Decades of work, in the untold suffering and pain, may be just a moment, farewell to this cruel world.

Like a wandering phantom.

I don't know where I came from, and I don't know where to go.

There is only a fleeting spark stored in the countless neurons of the fragile brain.

That's why I yearn so much for heaven, for redemption, for something that gives meaning to me.

Longing for the soul.

Thousands of times looking for the bubble that appeared in the mirror of pain.

Only in this way can we experience the real sense of survival.

Only in this way can you prove that you are alive.

It's like life comes from fire.

Human beings survive from suffering.

Living in this cold world, united by tribulation, separated by sorrow, moving forward from pain to the future.

Even if there is only a faint ray of light.

Even if all that's left is hope.

That's the value of survival.

This is what keeps human beings alive.

If there is no pain, then everything that remains, even the so-called 'happiness', has no meaning.

From the very beginning, the paradise on earth that redeemed everything was nothing more than a simple dream.

So, Shire......

"I'm sorry. ”

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, opened the box in his hand, and pressed the hub where everything ended.

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There was a moment of trance.

It's as if nothing happened.

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and felt the sunset of Avalon shining on his body, and in the sound of the market, he saw the young man beside him with his head drooping.

See how languishing he looks.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm fine. ”

The man smiled his familiar smile and patted his chest as if glorious.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh, "When you're good, you will say bad things like 'Senior brother, you care about me so much, senior brother, I'm so moved', but if you say this now, it doesn't mean good." ”

"That...... Didn't the teacher say that I would be my brother in the future. But my brother is going to take care of you. All I can do every day is gags, nothing else. Because I'm a piece of wastewood, you know. ”

The handsome young man couldn't help but scratch his head when he said this.

Hide your sadness and show him only a smile.

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm actually fine, I just don't know what's wrong.

Sometimes it's stuck and stuck, and you get used to it. Life is a little sluggish, I owe some debts, and I often go to get drunk...... But there is always a way to fix this. ”

"In the past, I used to feel sad about myself, get drunk, and have some weird nightmares. When I woke up, I didn't know where I had run. Every time I open my eyes, I wonder what the point of being here is. But I don't have anywhere else to go but here. ”

"But it's actually very good here. ”

He suddenly stretched out his hand, hooked the young man's neck, and whispered softly, as if making a vow: "There is a teacher here, there is you, and Bai Xi." Not alone anymore.

I'm going to bless them, so the city can be beautiful. ”

At that time, they were walking on their way home.

Under the setting sun, the blonde teenager swayed and hummed a vague tune softly.

The sun fell behind them, pulling a shoulder-to-shoulder projection on the road in front of them, illuminating the silhouettes of the two teenagers.

The dusk light fell on the waves, brilliant as gold.

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For a moment, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was no longer alone.

For some reason, tears came from my face, and I couldn't hold back anymore.

He closed his eyes.

Let the light engulf everything.

Then the light engulfed everything.

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First of all, the sky cracked.

Countless fissures proliferate and extend from the gentle night, like an iron cone shaking the firmament of the heavens, to tear everything apart. Through the countless rifts, the cold universe revealed a pitch-black primordial darkness, and the stars shimmered like a wail.

With a roar that seemed to be the closing of heaven and earth, a bleak hurricane ran rampant through the earthly world, tyrannically destroying all creation, sowing destruction, and moving forward.

The earth shattered in a shock, and hot blood gushed out, splattering with fire and destruction.

It was as if in an instant, everything was coming to an end.

Even musicians, who were able to withstand all disasters in the past, have now become extremely vulnerable, even more miserable than ordinary people.

Faced with the double impact of the material realm and the ether realm, in just an instant, most of the musicians were already confused, unable to resist the torture behind, and could only passively vomit blood in the destruction of the ether.

The boiling tide broke free from the restraints of gravity and meandered above the sky, weaving layers of waves, and the whales sang their last song in the tyrannical wind, and in an instant, the song was drowned in the roar.

With the collision of the Sacred Cauldron and Paradise, the whole world seems to be immersed in the apocalypse.

The 'end' is like the tide of the sea, drowning everything in it pervasively.

Whether it is in Asgard, in Burgundy, in Anglo, even the cloud towers far above the abyss, they are all struggling in the tsunami that seems to connect the heavens and the earth.

Aurora in the far east also ushered in an unprecedented earthquake and natural disaster.

Flowing fire fell from the sky.

Blood poured down.

In the imperial capital, the sound of countless cracks and collapses is endless, and the towering palace walls have been destroyed by hurricanes.

And in the shattered hall that was about to collapse, in the midst of the prostrations and prayers of countless ministers, their emperor still sat on his throne.

Let the broken stones fall beside him, and the dust covers the once glorious white hair.

Just clenched his fists and stared silently in the direction of the park.

stubbornly waiting for the final ending.

"Shire ......"

At this moment, even in the distant dark world, destruction is pervasive with tyrannical power. And the first to bear the brunt is the strange Aether Realm of the past.

Disasters are like boiling blisters, one after another.

I don't know how many huge secret realms were completely torn apart at the first moment of the impact eruption, engulfed by the storm, melted into it, and merged with the end.

In the midst of the increasingly violent onslaught, there is not one scepter left in ten.

Only musicians who have prepared several times more in advance can hide in the narrow secret realm, frantically mending all loopholes and cracks, and consuming the treasures accumulated over the years like flowing water, in exchange for a moment of respite.

In the end, he could only be desperately turned into a small boat, and was swept into the deepest part of the tsunami, and life and death were unpredictable.

And those bizarre and mysterious strangeness of the past are now like bubbles, dissolving into the tyrannical turbulence and returning to the ether.

In just an instant, the world was destroyed by a tenth.

Then, another tenth was destroyed.

The destruction continues, the brutality continues, step by step completely trampling all meaning into nothingness, taking away all traces of life and civilization.

All that was left was devastation.

Until I don't know how long later, in the torrent of the destruction of the Divine Cauldron, the collision between paradise and the earth came to an abrupt end.