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The flame ignited.

In the still lens world, the old musician stared blankly down on the cold ruins, and the great fear came out of nowhere and seeped into his consciousness.

"This is the ...... What?"

In the stagnant time, the sound seemed to be frozen in the air, but the sound of the steel grinding was like a sharp blade, cutting the frozen time.

Then, the scythe of God's wrath slowly lifted and pointed at the sky.

“Deus-vult......”

Frightened by the resolute power, the old musician murmured softly.

The flame ignited from the sickle.

The elements work, guiding the great power from the Great Source to descend, attaching to the scythe of nothingness, reaping all poisons, calamities, rebellions, and injustices, and bringing down death and eternal sleep for all equals.

This is judgment.

This is the end.

This is what the gods want!

Irresistible destruction materialized from Ye Qingxuan's hands, and as he moved forward in the stillness of time, the pitch-black armor rubbed against the rock-like air until it burned red.

He's burning.

In the severe pain carved into the bone marrow, Ye Qingxuan felt unprecedented sobriety and relaxation, as if he was born like this, as if in the torture of this flame, his soul was finally freed and soared above the sky.

One step, two steps, holding the scythe of divine wrath, Ye Qingxuan smashed the dust and solidified cracks that blocked the way, leaving a miserable white trail where he passed, the trajectory was like a blade, straight forward, stabbing towards the white knight's location.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the frozen time, the white knight's armor trembled and roared.

The stiff body slowly trembled, breaking free from the shackles of time, and the exalted authority burst into flames, distorting the realm of matter, even making time retreat.

Basking in the light of the fire like a natural enemy, he roared and hissed, like a spear of authority slicing through the material realm, cutting a scar and stabbing straight out.

Countless music theories are entangled in this resonance, and the abyss is blessed with it, and behind the white knight conjures up an eternal dark scene.

The dark bell suddenly burst out.

In the South, in the North, in the Dark World, and even in the Holy City...... Dozens of hidden dark ministers opened their eyes, responded to the call of the king of the earth, burst out of resonance, and threw their own power into the phantom of the abyss, making the eternal dark phantom more and more stable and real.

It was as if the distant future was revealed at this moment, finalizing the melody of fate and entrusting everything to the authority of the king of the earth.

At that moment, the spear of authority collided with the scythe of God's wrath.

-for-tat.

Burning himself, summoning all his strength, resolutely moving forward to kill, to completely crush everything on the other side, and turn everything into nothingness.

In that instant, the Scythe of God's Wrath and the Spear of Kingship collided a thousand times.

The scythe of nothingness still burned, but the light on the spear of kingship dimmed again and again, crumbling, the elements cracked, and cracks were everywhere. But then the wrath of the natural disaster filled it, and the spear burst out, and out of it emerged a great force that seemed to darken the world.

This is the element of the White Knight, representing the future after all natural disasters and demons occupy this world, and representing the prosperity of the Great Source of Darkness.

- Abyssal World, Eternal Darkness!

"Kneel, rebel, and receive death!"

In the rising darkness, the white knight roared, like the roar of heaven and earth: "Thou shalt wait for the dust to know and be in awe!"

I am the Lord of the earth!

I am the king of all!"

"No, you're not. ”

There was only a hoarse voice that responded to him, and under the cracked mask, Ye Qingxuan raised his burning face and stared at him indifferently: "Everything about you is just usurped stolen goods, and you are just an empty shell with a crown!"

Rumble!

The flaming scythe fell.

In the roar of countless electric lights, the melody of the day of God's wrath was played.

The elements of eternal darkness burst with a bang, followed by the kingship of the White Knight, and then the head of the warhorse. The scythe slashed down, reversed, swept and tore through his armor, followed by his arms, and his chest.

In the frozen time, there is only the blazing light of the scythe.

Under God's punishment, of course, everything is gone.

And when the moment of solidification had passed, a loud roar echoed through the ruins, causing the sea to tremble and the islands to tremble as if they were about to fall silent.

And the stake of the forest grew out from under the earth, and the light of the flame covered everything.

The abyssal spectacle fell apart and erupted in mourning.

In the burning fire, the white knight fell from the cracked warhorse, and the terrible scars emerged from the shell, crisscrossing and crisscrossing the scythe, almost dissociating under the scythe.

The white flame in the eyes was dim, like a candle in the wind.

Dead silence has arrived.

In front of the white knight, the armor transformed by the dragon's power had reached its limit and quietly dissipated.

Ye Qingxuan's figure walked out of it, bowed his head, and overlooked the natural disaster under his feet.

"The time has come, 'Your Majesty,' and that day is long overdue. ”

He announced softly, leaning over, his palm slamming into the White Knight's cracked chest, clenching it, tearing a void phantom out of the darkness and holding it high.

In the light of the flames, the figure wearing the crown was choked by Ye Qingxuan's throat, struggling, and silently roaring at him.

But Ye Qingxuan's face was still indifferent, and he just looked at him coldly:

"King of the Sun from Burgundy, you have been arrested for colluding with heresy. In the name of the gods and me, I will give you a just judgment. ”

Obviously on the battlefield, but as if he was in the courtroom of trial, Ye Qingxuan held the sickle in his hand and coldly announced: "You are sentenced to be burned at the stake, and it will be executed immediately!"

"May the flame cleanse your soul. ”

Rumble!

Flames burst from between his fingers, engulfing the illusion of nothingness, and when the flames were extinguished, all was gone.

Only finely crushed salt fell from the flames and dissipated into the air.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, stretched out his hand again, and pulled out the second lingering ghost: "Iron Moon Sage from the Caucasus, you were arrested for befriending the devil.

In the name of the gods and me, I will give you a just judgment.

- Burn at the stake, execute!"

"Lord of the Golden Palace from Asgard...... Destiny Sultan from the land of Canaan...... King Magadha from Tianzhu...... Thou shalt be guilty of treachery because of unworship of the gods.

In the name of the gods and me, the end and redemption of the equal of you.

- Burned at the stake!"

In the flames of God's wrath, the last remnants of the primordial kings vanished.

In the end, only the white knight on the ground remained.

A ...... Deformed empty shells.

His dark eyes widened, staring at Ye Qingxuan with vicious malice, opening his mouth to hiss, reaching out and scratching, as if he wanted to take back his treasure, but he was coldly trampled on the ground with one foot and kissed the dirt.

Immediately afterward, the scythe fell, hooking him to the throat.

"White Knight from the abyss, you have been condemned for arrogance, blasphemy, heresy, and depravity, and in the name of the gods and me to give you ultimate punishment and destruction. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked down at him, his eyes were filled with brilliant electric light, and his hoarse voice echoed above the ruins.

"- What awaits you and your eternal darkness will not be purgatory and despair, but eternal nothingness and death!"

"No !!!!"

In the screams of countless voices in the empty shell, the scythe raised coldly, slitting his throat and cutting off his head, completely separating the future king of the earth.

Under the judgment of the Scythe of God's Wrath, the cracked body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed, turning into dissipated salt. The tumbling skull screamed, slowly shattering, until in the end, only an empty skull remained.

Syllable!

The skull was crushed under the Iron Boots.

In the silence, in the sound of countless flames burning, the entire ruins were silent, as if falling into a dead silence.

The heresy and flames dissipated, and the scythe of divine wrath quietly shrank, turning into a staff of fate again, and returned to Ye Qingxuan's hands, no longer supernatural.

Ye Qingxuan propped up his crutches, raised his head, and looked around at the silent ruins.

"Is that the end of it?"

He muttered softly, only feeling extremely tired.

"No, not yet. ”

In the light of the stake, footsteps sounded from afar, and the comer took off his top hat and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a complicated expression.

"Naberis?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and sighed softly: "Are you here to avenge these things?"

"To tell you the truth, even if you hack all the dark ministers to death, what does it have to do with me? I am a black musician, an evil and cunning black musician without the slightest friendship! Revenge is such a noble word, and I have no fate. ”

Naberis shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Besides, I don't want to be an enemy of a monster like you. Ye Qingxuan, relax, I'm here to say goodbye to you. ”

"Farewell?"

"yes, I'm leaving. ”

Naberis waved his hand: "The situation is about to change, Ye Qingxuan, all this is not as simple as you think." I don't want to stay on this chessboard anymore, so I have to run away quickly when the chessboard is overturned, after all, there is a child with a long body to raise at home.

Goodbye, dear friend, I hope you take care and I hope to see you again somewhere in the future. ”

"The chessboard was overturned?" Ye Qingxuan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"You'll see it soon. ”

Naberis smiled, put his hat back on, and slowly backed away, disappearing into the shadows.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan turned his head suddenly.

See the scepter of splendor rising from the ruins.

He froze.

- Schubert!

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Ten minutes ago, in the midst of the turmoil.

Dust and black snow fell from the sky.

The city, which had been reduced to ruins, was half drowned in flames, half trembling as if it were about to sink.

A loud crack could be heard from afar, and rubble fell from the walls and tumbled to the nun's feet.

The old nun was unaware of it, but bowed her head, closed her eyes, and prayed silently, as if she had been transformed into a statue.

Until a deep voice came from behind him.

"Sister Teresa, are you alright?"

The old nun opened her eyes, turned around, and saw the phantom in red, and was silent for a long time, and asked softly:

"Holy See?"