"Konstantin, today I give you the grace of God. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The Pope held up the navy blue sash in his hand.

It is a scarf-like accessory, delicately and delicately embroidered with the scriptures in lapis and gold thread, with an indescribable solemnity, a symbol of all holy orders.

He placed the belt in Constantine's raised hands, "Be in awe, your devotion and sacrifice have been remembered on the throne of the gods. ”

So he bowed his head in awe, respectfully hung the holy belt on his shoulders, and replied in a solemn voice:

"—Thanksgiving, for the grace you have received. ”

At this point, under the high platform, the envoys and nobles who came to watch the ceremony could not help but sigh: there is once again a cardinal with real power in the Holy City, and the revolutionary army may not be so resigned......

In the future, I'm afraid it will be a lot of events.

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And just outside the crowd, Ye Qingxuan, who had been nervous for a long time, also breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down.

It seems that Gaius did not come.

"What's wrong? ”

Hermes drank his wine, glanced at him, and then pointed to the high platform: "Anyway, I haven't been out for a few days, what's the situation?"

From the very beginning, I couldn't understand it. When did the revolutionary army and the holy city become good brothers and prepare to act in embarrassment?"

"Boss, don't you know?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, "Konstantin, the deputy commander of the revolutionary army, has defected to the Holy City, I thought you would know him." ”

"Konstantin?"

The boss was stunned: "Deputy Commander?"

His expression betrayed a strange bewilderment.

Immediately, as if he understood something, he couldn't help but laugh and laugh, as if he had heard an incredible joke and witnessed the most comical humor ever made.

I laughed so much that tears were about to come out.

The smile made Ye Qingxuan extremely uneasy.

"Ye Qingxuan, I know him, but he is not Konstantin. ”

Hermes slapped the table, almost bursting into tears of laughter: "The revolutionary army has been a dictatorship from the beginning, and there has never been any deputy commander! Those who appear in place of the revolutionary army are just fakes played by the dead soldiers...... You, you...... Poofha...... Sure enough, humans are really interesting, hahahaha......"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him sluggishly, looking at him laughing breathlessly, but he couldn't react.

Finally, he understood Hermes's words, but he couldn't help but feel chills all over his body.

"Not Konstantin?"

He stiffened his head and looked at the man on the high platform, bathed in the cheers of all the believers: "Then who is he?"

"Who else could it be?"

Hermes clapped his hands and applauded this brilliant satire, and his tone became playful and mocking: "The one who has been canonized as a cardinal by you is, of course, the despicable defector, the henchman of the Holy City, and I don't know how many people have dreamed of killing his careerists."

It's just that many people call him ......"

"- His Highness the Great Gaius!"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was like a thunderbolt.

He didn't have time to hesitate, jumped up from his chair, and looked under the high platform:

"Wolf Flute !!"

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It was also at that moment that Gaius spread his arms and basked in the golden sunlight.

Under that divine light, it was as if the blessings of the gods had really befallen him, making him look so majestic, so holy, so awe-inspiring.

He lowered his head and stared at the crowd, but his gaze fell on the center of the square.

The young man who was fascinated by the music.

Then he heard the heavy and sad sound of the piano.

It wasn't a musician's servitude to the aether, it was just a performance. It's like a symphony in countless taverns and celebrations, when the crowd cheers.

It's just that this symphony is too cold and lofty, not like a beat that humans can appreciate, but a music composed by the gods for the only truth in the world.

Destiny.

It's fate......

"Charles, you really got it. ”

Konstantin, no, Gaius lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "It's just, after throwing away the appearance, how did the so-called "Destiny" become such an empty shell?"

And Charles couldn't hear him anymore.

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He couldn't hear everything, he was already intoxicated by the crazy melody.

It was as if a voice in the depths of his soul was urging him, pushing him, intoxicating him with the playing, making him grow from jerky to mastery at an astonishing speed, and at last, turning the melody into instinct.

Never before had a sharp pain so intense from the deepest part of his skull, like a blade slicing through his will and soul, tearing apart the shell he had made for more than ten years, revealing the nature of his soul to the world.

In the darkness, it is eager to try, and it is about to awaken.

It can't wait to be reborn in this world.

Charles only felt that he had somehow escaped from that small shell, and that he was here, but it was as if he had stepped into another dimension.

He got sustenance from his narrow senses.

He saw colors like never before, heard the echoes of the collision of matter and will, smelled the smell of sorrow and joy. Reaching out and touching, it is as if you are touching the earth thousands of miles away. When the mind is moving, it can rise to the sky and be accompanied by the stars.

There, an illusory and holy city hangs high, and countless holy spirits sleep.

And as long as you lower your head, you can see the endless abyss, countless shadows wriggling in the darkness, opening thousands of eyes, majestic and terrifying.

The cold and indifferent moonlight lingers between the two, seemingly there but invisible, seemingly non-existent but qualitative.

He saw countless shattered worlds hovering between the three, attracted by the surging gravitational pull, turning into dazzling stars.

And just behind the stars, an indescribable shadow of an invisible substance loomed.

It was a huge whirlpool.

Everything flowed out, and everything was destroyed.

It seems to contain endless mysteries, and it is like an emptiness that does not allow anything to exist.

That is the essence of all things, the source and destination of all things.

Great source!

The intense pain could not stop him, and he reveled in the shocking performance.

- He took the form of Aether, and finally got a glimpse of the nature of the world!

Pain burned, breaking the blockade of will, like a hammer beating the soul to recreate what he was.

It tore the diaphragm between the muscles, the lines on the bones, the weakness in the blood, and then pushed them into the furnace of nothingness, recasting everything new.

He gradually died in the middle of this performance.

But the new one was reborn from the ashes.

It was the key, the long wait that finally unlocked the locks in his body, freed him from the essence of bondage, and allowed him to be reborn.

So, he put pain and joy at his fingertips, and in this performance, pushed the melody to the climax.

Everyone heard the majestic melody that burst from the young man's hand.

For the first time, in this pure performance, Charles played out its essence, even if it did not echo any ether, there was no music theory.

But there was an unprecedented spirituality brewing out of that melody.

All the musicians present, no, the Holy City, and even the whole world felt an instinctive shudder. They gazed into the deepest part of the crowd as if they were facing a great enemy, and saw the young man playing wildly under the stele.

It's like seeing the world collapse before your eyes.

For the first time since the founding of the Holy City, this terrible melody has been played in front of a large audience.

Even Handel couldn't restrain the stunned and ...... in his heart Killing Intent.

That's Destiny!

Even if there were no aetheric fluctuations, no theoretical construction was felt, not even the power of a single note emerged, but who would dare to say what terrible changes that movement would bring?

This is a holy city!

As long as the slightest leak of the aftermath of fate is enough to crush everyone in this entire square!

At this moment, everyone is hesitating whether to make a move and interrupt this melody!

Then they don't have to struggle or hesitate anymore.

For the melody has reached its peak, bursting forth with a melody that makes the soul and the will tremble.

In this moment, fate has struck!

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At first, there was a suffocating silence.

The world froze for it.

Then, great fear struck.

Countless people, at this moment, let out a sorrowful cry that seemed to condense into substance.

The screams converged in one place, into one note, sharply piercing every eardrum, shattering everyone's sanity and plunging them into the deepest darkness.

Desperate screams and roars spread, and everyone's mind was shattered by what they saw, and their will was shattered, leaving only the flesh of this wood to sink in this cold world.

At that moment, no one realized:

-- Perhaps, it was fate that changed the world.

And when Charles woke up from his intoxication and looked around him blankly, he saw only miserable white faces.

He looked back in astonishment, following everyone's gaze to the top of the platform.

Then, he saw the figure that had fallen from the high platform.

It was a dull red.

It's like dried blood.

The time of the fall was so short, but the low reverberation of the fall to the ground was so terrifying. The crowd involuntarily retreated, crying out in panic.

Charles froze, as if he understood something, and rushed forward like crazy.

So, he saw the color of blood.

In the color of blood, a solemn red dress dyed red.

The majestic crown fell to the ground, shattered and twisted, bounced and tumbled, and came to rest at his feet, making a crisp, low echo. It's like the aftermath of a tragedy.

In a pool of blood, the thing that had once been in human form had been completely twisted into a ball, and the flesh was blurred.

There is no need for superfluous language to describe it, and anyone who becomes such a picture will definitely have no possibility of survival.

It was a corpse.

And right on the back of the corpse, a pitch-black dagger was inserted.

The miracle did not happen, the resurrection did not come, and all precautions were useless. It's just such a simple stab in the back, and it simply dies.

It's so simple that it's impossible to refute, and there's no respite for any respite from that.

He's dead.

With all his strength, shivering, Charles stepped forward, stretched out his hand, trying to probe the snort of the dead, but all he got was cold.

But until now, he still can't believe it......

His Majesty the Great Pope, the Ruler of the souls of all beings, and the sole agent of God on earth.

The Red King, as simple as that, is dead?

He staggered back like a thunderbolt, and with great difficulty raised his head and looked up...... Looking up at the old man on the high platform, overlooking all this.

He was still bathed in divine radiance, like a righteous man who had stepped out of the holy scriptures.

"Why?"

He muttered softly, unable to believe what he was seeing. He screamed, using all his strength: "Mr. Konstantin, why is that!!"

Why do you ...... Why did you make ...... Something like that!

Gaius withdrew his gaze.

He just stared at the sky and reached out to scratch the sacred badge on his chest.

"I will fill this river of soul and make it flow. ”

He closed his eyes and whispered:

"For you, my Lord, for you. ”

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"Catch Him !!"

The first to react was a cardinal. He glared at the wolf flute, "What are you doing here! Catch that damn thing!"

In an instant, dozens of black shadows rushed out from the chaotic crowd in the square and pounced on the stage.

Thrilling and magnificent movements emerge from mid-air, and different melodies burst out in an instant. Handel's face was furious, his eyes were red, and in his hands, the crutches supporting his body cracked inch by inch, and a blazing light emerged from it.

That's the body of that crutch.

An artifact given the name of a saint and made by the movement of the Messiah.

No one had ever been able to glimpse its essence through that light, nor to describe its shape or feel, and the moment he appeared in Handel's hand, he struck the earth.

A terrifying tremor swept in all directions.

The steel city that had been poured into pieces also trembled under this indescribable shaking, bursting out with a tame clanging sound. The cold and majestic loud sound swept through, pricking everyone's eardrums, shattering everyone's mind, and causing the chaotic pilgrims to fall to the ground and tremble involuntarily.

Unless allowed, all movement effects are completely destroyed at this point.

For the promised Savior of God seemed to come down on the earth in this terrible loud noise.

Who will be worthy of the day he comes, and who will stand when he appears?

for he is like the fire of an alchemist.

Like the alkali of a man who bleaches a cloth.

In the Holy City, thousands of towers burst out at the same time with echoes of harmony, converging in the same place, exploding in the sea of ether, instantly evolving into a terrifying vortex.

The vortex ran through the Aetheric and Material Realms, opening a vast exit that brought light to the majestic cities of the depths of the Aether Realm.

In the reliquary exhibition room, the dark golden heavy sword trembled and groaned.

The gates of heaven are revealed here!

Endless brilliance.

At this moment, the heavens and the whole world were covered with holy light, and the layers of restraint were locked to the high platform, closed in all directions, and rained down thunderous punishments with a force of rage that was enough to destroy the world.

And faster than him, it is the wolf flute.

The moment Ye Qingxuan roared, he moved.

In an instant, countless beasts split out of his consciousness and transformed into a pack of wolves that resembled substance. The number of silverglow wolves combined with the elements is incredible.

Hundreds, come forward, tens of thousands......

The wolf flute's body collapsed and dissipated in an instant, and in one step, it crossed the distance of thousands of steps, flashed again, and then, without hesitation, slammed its hand!

Behind him, the phantom of the wolf-headed god appeared, and the golden staff in his hand fell, and in an instant, it broke through the layers of defenses and dug a large hole in the enemy's body.

Blood gushed and sprinkled on the faces of the bishops and nobles.

They stared blankly at the cold-eyed wolf flute, and the ...... with a large hole in his chest Handel!

No one expected that the core member of the Silent Mechanism, the Wolf Flute, would be ruthless to the Saint Handel at this moment. Immediately after, hundreds of wolves emerged from the void, intercepting all the attacks that flew towards the high platform, and then in the next moment, they tore apart the dozen or so figures.

A rain of blood poured down from the sky, staining the silver wolves red.

The gates of heaven have dissipated.

The light of the artifact, the Staff of Messiah, dimmed, and fell from Handel's hand, falling to the ground.

Handel looked down sluggishly and looked at the palm that came out of his chest.

The five fingers of the palm slowly closed, crushing the heart in it, and blood dripped.

So, he finally accepted the reality, turned his head, and stared at the wolf flute.

"Why?" he asked, gulping out blood.

"Isn't that obvious? ”

The wolf flute sighed softly: "I am the spy." ”

Handel laughed hard, full of self-deprecation and bitterness.

He looked at the face of the wolf flute, and then at the apparition of the wolf-headed human figure behind him.

"So you've been hiding from me for so long......"

At this moment, the wolf flute is showing a terrifying power far beyond the ordinary scepter, which is many times more terrifying.

No one thought that the weakest scepter in the legend would be so deeply hidden.

Everyone thought that he was unruly and that he was only fused with the lowest beast elements.

But this is not the element of a beast at all, but something far beyond other superior elements, and can almost be called the existence of a divine element.

He is a new scepter made of jackals, death, and Hades......

- Anubis!

"Unexpectedly, he died at the hands of his successor. ”

Handel smiled reluctantly one last and closed his eyes.

Fell.

He's dead.

And in the chaotic square, Ye Qingxuan, who was running wildly, stopped tiredly.

It's late.

After all, it's too late.

At the moment when Hermes revealed Gaius's true colors, the first thing he thought about was not what Gaius wanted to do, but the wolf flute...... (To be continued.) )