The moonlight seemed to freeze everything.

There was only the sound of convulsive gasps.

Soon, the silence was broken.

The purple-eyed griffin stared at its prey, and a recurved blade slipped from its cuff and landed on the hand that had once been filled with fingerprints with chalk ash.

Clench.

The blade screeched.

Like the fierce cry of a griffin before hunting.

Towards Charles, he stepped forward step by step, slowly but surely, as if he wanted to step carefully into the dirt with each step, leaving no gap.

The same killing, after being repeated thousands of times, was only as skillful as flowing water, without any cumbersome steps, cold and solemn.

That's death.

Death is slowly approaching.

But Charles remained frozen in place, staring blankly at him, watching the familiar shadow come towards him.

His expression twitched, as if he was crying and laughing.

I don't know if it should be fear or ecstasy.

It's like going back to when I was a child, sitting outside the door every day at dusk, waiting for the only family member to come back from the end of the road.

Sometimes he carries gifts, sometimes he doesn't bring anything.

But just seeing that shadow makes me cheer.

As long as he waved to him from afar, he couldn't help it...... Shed tears.

"Teacher, are you back?"

The child staggered forward, reaching out to hug him.

Collapse!

The sound of steel grinding erupted.

It's like time suddenly jumps forward, and the most critical frame is cut out, making things seem scattered and broken.

A blade that came out of his hand hovered in the air.

Right in front of Charles.

The blade that pierced through the golden stone froze in the air, and by the invisible force, the thin notes lit up from the matrix on the blade, but were dimmed and extinguished before the pupil of that eye.

In that moment, in Charr's arms, the silent crystal eye glowed with miraculous power, erasing a lethal attack.

Then, once again, there was silence.

The blade fell to the ground, and steel and ice collided with a screeching sound.

So, the smile shattered.

Fear and joy mingled in the texture, and in the end, there was only a hollow that could hardly be called an expression.

A faint mist rose from beneath the purple-eyed griffon's mask.

Seems to sigh.

"I wanted to be faster, Charles. ”

The old man's voice sounded from under the mask, so familiar, like a hand holding a knife, calm and cruel: "At least, it won't make you too painful." ”

Charles lowered his head and looked at the blade that landed at his feet, and there were still wisps of thought threads left on the blade, pure enough to interfere with the matter, leaking out of the broken thought lines.

The wind blew a strong smell of blood.

This is the ultimate realization.

Is that so?

Ah, I see.

"Teacher, are you here to kill me too?"

He nodded abruptly, looking at the hideous beast face, trying to see the face behind it.

The first thing I feel is not fear, but an indescribable absurdity, followed by an irrepressible sense of joy, like the best absurd drama.

Those seemingly eternal bubbles were so comically shattered.

He woke up from his warm dream, stared at the cruel world in front of him, and whispered, "Even you...... Don't you want me to live?"

The purple-eyed griffin was silent.

Didn't speak.

Just raised his hands, as if in the manic sound of steel rubbing, two sharp iron lights condensed from his hands, and the mottled subway rust rose from the blade like scales, with a piercing killing intent.

Abraham forward.

Step by step.

This was the final answer, cutting off all luck and illusions, and draining the last of Charles' strength and courage.

There was a real phantom pain that ravaged his internal organs and destroyed his lungs, causing him to bend down in embarrassment and almost fall to the ground, unable to hold back his tears and choke anymore.

"In that case...... Why did you pick me up in the first place?"

Charles watched him walk towards him, carrying a knife, but he didn't want to run away: "Why waste so many years on me?

There is no need to rack your brains to raise a dead child, you don't have to lie to him about what hope he has in the future, and you don't want him to have expectations for others.

Since it's not good for me to live in this world, don't let me live in this world......"

He fell to his knees, pleading, choking, weeping, and finally, crying hysterically: "Please tell me, teacher—why did you save me in the first place!!"

Like a beggar, he prayed for Abraham's answer.

Even a sentence, a hypocritical excuse of 'I can't help myself', can make him willingly embrace death and end this long torment.

Deliverance.

But from beginning to end, no one answered him, only silence and attack without mercy,

Speak, teacher, please—

Please, don't kill me.

It doesn't matter who comes......

As long as it's not you.

As long as it's not you......

No one responded.

Only the iron light fell, colliding with the invisible barrier, bursting into a scream.

Even when he had lost all will to resist, the eyeball was still stubbornly protecting his life, and the temperature was hot, as if iron had been burned red in a state of overload.

The barrier unfurls in layers, violently reversing violently, trying to stop the griffon's claws.

The iron light shattered in an instant, but it re-emerged in an instant, and the terrifying shock was like nothing, but it became more and more condensed.

- Aether qualitative change!

And so, the mournful roar of steel burst out again.

Griffins are hideous.

Deep purple eyes glow with a cold glow.

The iron light slashed forward, piercing through the sixteen barriers, destroying the withering eruption, and eventually, the iron light tore through Charles's face, shattering the hollow eye sockets and leaving a tragic gap.

Blood gushing.

The once handsome face was torn apart, crimson flowed, painful and hideous, and the grief was cut off in severe pain. The remaining eyes were raised, and the look could not tell whether it was despair or resentment, but it was empty.

Like an abyss.

The bones proliferated in excruciating pain, and the sound was like a stone growing, piercing from the shattered flesh and filling the gaps in the eye sockets, and under the cover of blood, the flesh was reborn, and in the end, it left only a glimmer of silver like the condensation of iron slurry.

It was the remnants of iron light entangled in the wound.

Those were tears of iron.

Charles raised his hand, causing the iron light in Abraham's hand to freeze in midair.

The iron light formed by the aetheric cluster is essentially an invisible blade formed by the countless thoughts formed by the "Bolero", infused with killing intent and inflicted with nature interference.

Countless 'small destructions' overlap to form a 'great destruction'.

It is enough to traumatize natural disasters and torture all things.

Originally, it only took a small opening to be scratched, and countless subtle thoughts would exert a thousand times of nature interference, causing the human body to completely evaporate. But now, even if he loses the power of the gods, the immortality comparable to the gods still remains in Shire's body.

No thing could kill Him.

It only woke him up from the dream of being born to be human and opened his eyes.

In his hand, the pupil carved from the crystal quietly shattered, dissipated into dust, and was replaced by a glow in the hollow eye socket.

Like the flame of God.

It was a desolate fury.

In a heat high enough to evaporate everything, the foehn wind burst out of the void and swept in all directions, melting the snow and ice, evaporating the water, and drying up the earth.

Under the gaze of that one eye, heaven and earth turned into a furnace.

In the midst of the fire, the son of the gods murmured softly.

"Why are you, teacher? ”

"Do you still like to say such weak things, Charles?"

The griffin raised its head, the iron wings in its hands seemed to be ignited, and a hoarse voice finally sounded: "Isn't your determination clear?"

"yes. ”

Charles laughed self-deprecatingly, staring at the teacher in front of him, his adoptive father, his enemy.

Cut off the last bit of illusion.

He said, "Teacher, I'm going to ...... Kill you. ”

"Good. ”

Abraham bowed his head approvingly: "Come, Charr!"

"That's your graduation ceremony. ”

-

Iron light flows.

It was a torrent of mercury sweeping.

The terrifying power comparable to the tide of silver appeared again, not a terrifying tsunami that destroyed the world, but a terrible iron light gathered in his hands.

It was as if a stream of burning light surged under Abraham's skin, setting him on fire, turning him into an inhuman, truly a purple-eyed griffin, once again the Scourge musician who destroyed everything.

Even if the enemy in front of him is his child.

At this moment, what was engraved on his chest was an unprecedented huge matrix.

Inscribed in the form of a silver tide and unified by interpretation, the Order is modeled after the principles of the Aether Web, and the relics implanted for him by the Order are awakened.

Heavy ion radiators.

It is a precious relic from before the Dark Ages, the only weapon of killing in the world, a monster created purely for the purpose of killing and destroying, in order to completely destroy the enemy, and not a single ash will remain in the world.

At the moment of activation, the burning iron light in his hands skyrocketed, soaring into the sky, converging into a narrow beam, sealed in an invisible force field.

Obviously, the killing is so ugly and despicable, but the light at this moment is too brilliant to look at!

It was the aether that had been accelerated to the speed of light, enveloping the torrent of ions that remained after the matter had been shattered to the limit. Not only is it confined to the shallow material realm, but it is even supported by the ether, freeing itself from its original limitations, surging from the higher dimensions, destroying all music theory here.

This is the only weapon that can threaten the Divine Cauldron, and in front of it, whether it is the Three Pillar God or the Three Sages, they are all as fragile as a bubble.

The former first Red King, who had taken the sealed weapons from his arsenal in order to prevent humanity from destroying itself in a fight, has reappeared in the world.

A weapon strong enough to kill a god is held in the hands of a man strong enough to kill a god.

- In order to completely destroy the gods that have descended!

Charles closed his eyes.

Behind him, the phantom of Eden reappeared, countless elements emerged from the heavens, converged, and with the opening of those eyes, countless movements flashed from the phantom, whether it was the music of the secret inheritance of the Three Kings or the music theory that had been cut off, at this moment it seemed to be accompanied by his thoughts rising from the etheric realm, and quickly dissipating.

In the end, only one remains.

It was a melody inherited from the King of the Yellow Dynasty, a movement that no one could master except Ye Qingxuan, and it came from the core music theory of the Requiem.

"The Day of the Wrath of God"!

The crystal sword full of pure killing intent proliferated from Charr's hand, and when he held it in his hand, it seemed that the glory of the world gathered here.

But the blade was no longer crystal clear, but turned black.

The abyss lies within.

Even the power of the Yellow King is incomparable, and the terrifying power has descended.

The terrifying wave that was formed instantly swept the entire world, and even from the distance in the Holy City, it was enough to observe the terrifying light flame like a star bursting.

Swords collide.

The aftermath tore through the sky.

The strings of gravity were snapped, the gravitational earth cracked, and countless pieces of sand and stone swayed up to the sky, dancing and burning in a mournful melody, and finally turning into a rain of fire and falling towards the earth.

It was as if the end of judgment as described in the holy scriptures had come.

Outcome...... The charr was suppressed.

was completely suppressed by those who knew him best.

The God Slayer's weapon did not disappoint its unsealers, and at the moment of collision, countless cracks appeared on the jet-black blade of God's Fury, but it fell apart as expected.

It is not the aether that sustains its existence, but the darkness of despair and burning madness.

The beam of iron fluid fluctuated, and the frenzied flames that wrapped around it burst at every turn, turning into high temperatures, burning Charles's face and half of his body.

But in the midst of the incineration, the terrible body was quickly reborn, and there was a divine glow flowing above the craggy white bones.

He is immortal.

Unless all the organization is completely evaporated from the inside out in an instant, anything that does not kill him will make him stronger.

At that moment, in the flames, the ignited face was raised, and the voice was hoarse:

"—Teacher, you're old. ”

Collapse!

Abraham retreated, a streak of blood on his chest, and the rolled flesh opened from the broken sternum like lips crying out in grief, vomiting hot blood, convulsing, gasping for breath in the scorched air.

It's another sword.

From Charles's unfolded left hand, the crisp sound of prismatic growth unfolded, and a dark and slender shadow grew from it, slowly expanding, and in an instant, extending from the length of the dagger to the exaggerated scale.

If the color just now was pitch black, then there is no color left in the hollow outline, like a rift leading to the abyss.

A phenomenon that sent shudders to all observers finally happened.

In contrast to the movement just now, Charles is now able to create matter and distort reality by just relying on his own thoughts.

Just inflicting resentment and pain is enough to create this artifact that reigns above the gates of heaven.

No, it's more than that.

This alone is not enough to encompass the anger and pain that lies in the soul.

This is just the beginning......

Above the earth, countless crystals sprouted from tiny fissures, sprouting like sorrow, growing like pain, proliferating like an abyss, expanding like despair......

That's the ocean.

Oceans of madness.

In the countless deep rainbow lights, the pitch-black crystals covered the earth, distorting the reality of this land, and easily reaching the level that the hundred-eyed people of the past dreamed of, causing the abyss to fall on the earth.

It's just that it is a different world purer than the abyss, a god's wrath that is more crazy than the malice of man.

The blood scabbed into clusters, the pain condensed into a rainbow, and despair surged into air.

It was like a scar, as if the world had been traumatized!

The malice and pain from the great source sloped out like a waterfall.

Just one thought is enough to send everything to hell.

And at this moment, in the hell, the iron flow swayed, and where the two slender streams of light passed, they tore apart all the proliferative earth crystal clusters, and even hell was destroyed after destroying the earth.

Weapons created with the malice of man cannot bring salvation to all things.

But at least it can bring eternal nothingness.

Before destroying yourself, destroy your enemies completely.

"It's still early, Charles!"

Beneath the shattered griffin mask, Abraham's hoarse gasps could be heard, and the sound of steel wedged into bones as his palms brushed across his chest, the iron light closing the open flesh and stitching it together like nails, until finally, it was complete again.

Then, the griffon's flaming wings spread out again.

The rushing iron stream tore everything apart.

Turned into a shooting star.

Forward.

Cut through all glow, destroy all power, bury all matter.

Return everything to nothingness!

Only in this way can the value of the purple-eyed griffin be reflected, and only in this case can Abraham's preciousness be highlighted.

The executioner, who had been selected from countless people with the strength of all countries, and the monster entangled in countless sins and blood, finally found his own stage.

Even in the face of the gods, they can press forward step by step!

In the frenzied glow, the griffon's face smirked madly.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Half of his body was bloody, countless scars were broken, but he was immediately pierced by iron, riveted, stitched, and the sea of despair was also cut, torn, and brutally cut in two.

Charles' expression contorted.

Utter madness!

"—are you trying to kill me like that? Teacher!!"

In the midst of the roar, countless crystal trees rose to the sky, stabbing spears of resentment into the sky, despair grew, spreading frantically, turning into countless black rifts, closing towards the purple-eyed griffon.

Proliferate! Proliferate! Proliferate!

But in the roar, the closing bushes shattered and slashed apart between the rushing iron light!

The iron is blazing!

Abraham, pierced by countless spears, burst out of it, half of his body shattered, and lost an arm, revealing his shattered entrails, but his footsteps did not stop.

Three steps!

Above the mutilated griffin mask, the last remaining purple eyes burst into scarlet blood.

After three steps, kill the gods!

The distance was crossed by a few steps.

The iron light was held upside down, held high, aimed at Charles's face, and stabbed down!

At that moment, Charles roared, but he couldn't hear his words.

At this point, no words are meaningless.

Only endless resentment and anger poured out of the emaciated shell, and the face twitched as if from a god to a demon.

The resentment and pain in his hands vibrated violently, and the dark divine power swept and rushed, and the darkness of the world gathered here without any hesitation.

Shoot forward!

Towards what he once respected, longed for, cherished, thought he was very important, and thought that he would do whatever it took to ...... Enemy!

That's it, it's over!

So, hatred and iron collide in one place.

The light engulfed everything.

The aftermath of destruction spanned thousands of miles in an instant, and the suffocating pressure could be felt even far away in the Holy City, and the City of Steel screamed in the hurricane.

Countless bells rang.

Announce the beginning of the funeral.

-

-

The flames that burned the earth were extinguished, and the dust obscured the moonlight.

When all the light had dissipated, Charles stood on top of the shattered earth, bowing his head stiffly and looking at the man in front of him.

He embraced himself.

Let the blade of pain and anger pierce itself, ...... itself from the inside out Cruel annihilation.

In the last moment, just as it was enough to kill the gods, the iron light dissipated.

He stopped.

Facing his own child, like a dying griffin spreading its wings.

It was a belated hug.

Embrace your own children and your own death.

"It's good to see you, Charles. ”

He whispered, "That's great......

Beneath the mutilated mask, Charles finally saw the familiar face, so calm, as if it was relieved.

"Teacher...... You ......"

Charles looked back sluggishly, in a daze, and ...... Fear.

The moment he finally understood.

The moment he finally understood.

The moment he finally realized what he had done.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Holy City...... No...... Amusement park ......"

The old man leaned wearily into the child's arms and whispered as if in a dream: "I'm sorry, there...... No...... Where to go...... I'm sorry, Charles, I'm sorry ......"

As in the past, he smiled in embarrassment.

Charles, please forgive me.

"What the hell is this...... What exactly is this...... What, teacher!!"

It was a cry of despair, a cry of powerlessness.

Charles trembled, like a god, but he couldn't support the weight of an old man.

Easily knocked down by fear, it is difficult to breathe.

For so many years, he has been proud of his intelligence and talent, but at this moment, he has found out how ...... he is Stupidity!

Why?

Isn't that a simple thing to do, Charles?

Just think about it and you'll understand.

Isn't that your only weakness?

Even if you are a god, as long as you hold an old man hostage, you can make you bow your head like a dog.

Aren't you willing to do anything for him?

Everybody knows how weak and ...... you are Wretched!

As long as he speaks, you are willing to run around for his wishes.

Even if you ask him to kill you, you will just kneel on the ground and cry for him to cut off your head.

It's so simple, Charles, it's so simple.

Just grasp this one weakness, and you can be taken and desired.

As long as that's the case...... As long as that's the case......

You'll never be free!

"Run, Charles!"

The old man embraced his child, and with all his strength, whispered hoarsely: "Run away, run away to a place where they can't find it......"

"Don't come back. He said, "Don't trust anyone else!"

Just like that, push him away with all the force, push him far away.

Because the goodbye words have already been spoken.

There are no more tears to shed.

Charles was pushed out of the way, staggering back, and stared blankly as the old man fell to the ground, cracks in his shattered body that gradually fell apart.

It wasn't until his empty mind finally understood what was going on.

He tried to pounce, but he fell down again and got up again.

Like a dog, use both hands and feet.

Forward.

Screaming, screaming words he didn't understand, he picked him up from the ground, but he broke him even more, helpless, crying in despair, trying to piece him together, but all his fingertips could grasp was dust.

Until he saw his hands, until he felt that he had power.

"Teacher, don't die, I can save you! I have strength, teacher, I can save anyone...... Don't die, don't die!"

Like an outcast child, he choked and pleaded, cut his hand, brought it to Abraham's lips, and squeezed out the blood.

Blood fell into the parched lip flap.

But no miracle happened.

The shattering continues.

He's going to die, Charles.

This is the most cruel mockery of fate.

God's salvation cannot resist God's destruction, everything is already doomed, and it is too late.

In the trance of death, Abraham seemed to feel the warmth of those hands.

So, a warm smile appeared on Mu Ne's face, and he wanted to hug him, but he had no strength and could only lean on his chest.

Just listening to his heartbeat makes me feel so relieved.

"Charles...... Do you still have any terrible dreams?"

"No, teacher. ”

Someone replied to himself, the voice was so familiar.

"Can a person still be afraid?"

"No, teacher. ”

Someone trembled and sent out a use, holding back their chokes.

"And ...... Do you cry like a child?"

"No, teacher. ”

That promise was so strong, but why did water drop on his face? Lying again, right? That kid was like that, right? He would lie to himself that it was raining, and it was always like this, and it was impossible to give up......

But he could finally see the child's appearance.

So handsome, so gentle, so lovely.

"You've grown up, Charles. ”

Abraham whispered in relief, "That's great......"

This is the last sound before the vocal cords break.

There's a lot to say, there's a lot of promises he wants to do, he wants to hug his children, he wants to live, he wants to find the world he can understand, he wants to go to a wedding, he wants to take one child by the hand and give her to another......

I want to make them happy.

But now, he felt that there was nothing else he wanted.

Isn't that enough, Abraham?

Enough is enough, right?

Isn't the once empty heart already filled?

Haven't you found the meaning of life that you once couldn't ask for?

Isn't dying in the company of a child already a miraculous salvation for an executioner like you?

Ah, enough is enough.

It's enough......

It was like the first time I met him many years ago.

Abraham smiled, raised his broken hands, and said goodbye to the weeping child.

Fingers crossed together, closed, separated, and finally overlapped again.

Before you break, tell him......

Charles, I'm blessed.

This is the end of Abraham.

And just like that, it dissipated into Charles's arms.

Dissipated in the wind.

Charles lowered his head and looked at his empty hands, trying to clench them, but couldn't grasp the last traces he had left behind.

In vain, repeated constantly.

In the end, nothing was saved.

His father, already dead.

At that moment, he recalled Gaius's words in a trance.

"Charles, death has weight. The cruel voice whispered in his ear: "Someday you will understand." ”

Yes, one day, Charles.

Now is the time.

He covered his face, wanted to scream, tried to cry, but tried to make no sound.

Silently.

This is the last cry of despair.

Worship the collapse of the world, let the non-existent rivers of blood drown you, watch the earth be covered in terrible flesh and blood, deformed monsters grow embryos from the soil, and all things decay in mourning, revealing their ugly nature to him.

This world ...... There is no cure.

So, it's good for everyone.

Charles fell to his knees, wailing silently.

It doesn't matter who it is.

Please.

Kill me.

-

In that moment, the cruel god finally heard his prayers.

Burn out the glow of the world and fall from the sky!

-

-

In the distant Holy City, the Cathedral of the Holy Resurrection.

At the moment of Abraham's death, the old man in red withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

When all his hopes failed, he closed his eyes, lifted the lid in front of him, and pressed the four starting notes with all his might.

Calling for the arrival of Destiny.

The majestic movement slowly unfolds in the performance of the ten fingers, and such a magnificent melody does not echo any ether, but only reverberates as a pure sound.

It was only to wake up the wreckage buried in the deepest part of the earth, and in the cold fluorescence that lit up in the eyes of the Red King, countless characters flashed through the small fragments of words, and in the end, only a fleeting line of simple characters remained.

【Verification Completed】

At that moment, above the tens of thousands of feet of heavenly dome, above the sky, in the dark night after night, the highest place that is beyond the reach of human beings now, among the countless steel fragments floating in orbit, there are huge things that spread their wings.

The 'gods' forged of steel awoke from a long slumber, shook off the armor that had been riddled with holes in the impact on its shell, and slowly opened, sixteen pitch-black 'wings' spread out and aimed at the earth in the distance.

It was the last artifact ever released by a North American migrant ship before it was destroyed.

The end of any war, when fully charged, is enough to pierce the stars and destroy an entire world's steel satellites with a single blow.

- Fate.

Humanity's ultimate self-destructive weapon.

Even if it waits for hundreds of years, with less than five percent of the remaining energy, it is enough to completely change the continental plates, tyrannically fill the oceans, create new ones, and destroy everything...... The slightest carelessness can lead to a new extinction of humanity.

It's enough to completely destroy the gods!

"God, please send me to hell for eternal punishment. ”

The Last Red King closed his eyes and prayed softly, striking the last note.

At that moment, tens of millions of people on the earth were asleep in their dreams, and no one could be heard crying silently, and tens of millions of people tossed and turned, but it was difficult to perceive the despair of a person. Anglo's golden hounds look into the distance, the war in Asgard continues, the lights of Burgundy stay bright, and the Great Wall of Aurora reverses from the inside out, spewing an unprecedented torrent of ether that sweeps the world.

Some fall into a deep sleep in anger, and some get what they want and take revenge on their enemies. Some people wait for the woman who will save them in fifteen years, and some people look forward to the salvation of mankind.

Others knelt on the ground and prayed for death.

With a self-destructing overload frequency, humanity's final weapon emits the light of death.

So, fate struck!

It brought rain of fire, earthquakes, wails, and death.

The earth was shaken, evaporating everything, and the light sowed nothingness and calamity, scorching the earth, burning the land for hundreds of miles, causing lava to flow.

There was a terrible depression in the earth.

The sky of the Caucasus was burned red by the flames that rose to the sky, and countless people woke up and knelt on the ground, worshipping the terrible destruction and praying for the peace of the small.

Thankfully, the destruction was over soon, as if it had sudden.

-

-

In the long darkness, he could see nothing.

I don't feel the body, and the pain and sorrow seem to be far away, in the midst of destruction.

Is this probably death?

Is the punishment for yourself about to begin?

A moment of peace rose in his heart, but soon, he faintly heard the voice.

“...... It's terrible that there is still activity left. ”

"Don't be afraid, it's gone, and there is still a faint ability to recover, but the nerve tissue is no longer able to regenerate, and even if it comes back to life, it is still a vegetative person. ”

"Do you want to kill it?"

"No, he's still useful. Someone said, "At the very least, it can be used to destroy another person." ”

The voice disappeared and he fell into an endless dream.

It's not over yet.