Faced with the emperor's veto, the old musician was stunned for a long time, and then opened his mouth to persuade: "But, Your Majesty ......"

"Nothing. ”

The Emperor looked at him and asked, "Did we declare war on Anglo just to occupy Anglo? No, we just need Anglo not to get in the way in the next war!"

The old musician was at a loss, "But...... That's ...... again."

"It's simple. ”

The Emperor smiled, "As long as Anglo doesn't exist." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and made a sweeping motion, but it made the old musician feel cold.

The old musician understood what he meant.

Trembling, he fell to his knees.

"Your Majesty, please think twice!"

Unlike what he had imagined, the emperor was not angry, not because the plan was far away, but because in his eyes, Anglo no longer existed.

He had already handed down the death sentence to Anglo.

Now they have Gungnir, and they have control over destruction.

If Anglo gets in the way, then there is no need to waste energy on it, and there is no need to even occupy or war.

Just use Gangnir to deliver a devastating blow to the entire territory of Anglo.

Will Anglo ...... Completely erase from the map!

In response to the old musician's plea, the emperor was indifferent:

"I can't help it. ”

The old musician fell silent for a long time, looked up miserably, looked at the emperor on the throne, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, are you crazy?!"

The Emperor sneered.

"Is there an emperor in this world who is not crazy?"

The old musician shook his head, "This—this is already ...... It's too much!"

The emperor asked rhetorically, "Where is there no war?"

"No, no......"

The old musician shook his head, "Even if we wanted to, the Order would not let Asgard's extermination order go. ”

"They will. ”

The emperor's face sank like water, and when he looked at the briefing on the sea fortress at hand, his eyes became gloomy: "After all, we have already let the Order go, haven't we?"

The old musician was silent for a long time and fell to the ground.

"If Your Majesty is determined to do so......"

The musician who has served Asgard all his life burst into tears: "Please let me give this order." ”

If one is destined to be punished, let yourself be burned at the stake when the destruction is over.

Everything, for Asgard.

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Dark world, at the foot of desolate mountains.

The saint named Wagner sat in a chair and stared at the thunderclouds in the distance.

Thunderclouds obscured the sky and the sun, and in the darkness, lightning and thunder roared, and countless roaring voices came from afar, not knowing what was happening.

He looked much younger than he had been when Ludovic had been driven out of the Holy City - the closer he got to death, the better off he looked.

Until now, he rarely takes asthma medicine anymore.

Probably a return to the light.

Even he knew that he probably didn't have much time left.

He sat in a chair in the shade of a tree, staring into the distance, like guarding a broken log house behind him.

And in the dimly lit wooden house, there was silence.

In the flickering light, the old Bach was cooking his own dinner, and the wooden staff in his hand acted as a fire stick, dancing the flame in the stove. The food in the iron pot is tumbling in the batter, and the taste is strange and unappetizing.

Behind him, countless fragments emerged from the void, pieced together to form the shape of the Red King.

Like a miracle, he crossed thousands of miles and descended into the wooden house, looking at the back of the Blue King: "Are you still ready to sit idly by and watch it now?"

Bach looked down at the fire, added two more pieces of wood, and made sure that the flame would not be extinguished, before he got up, threw away his staff, and sat down in front of the Red King.

"Isn't it a lesson that gods shouldn't appear in the world?" he looked at the face of the Red King and asked indifferently, "Besides, haven't I already made a move?" ”

The Red King scoffed, clearly angered by his clumsy shirk.

"That's your excuse to sit idly by?"

"If I do, which way?"

Bach asked, "Now sitting on the throne of Anglo is my distant niece by blood, my only relative in this world."

Do you think I'm going to help Anglo?"

The Red King's expression was indifferent, "Are you some kind of fool who can't tell the situation?, don't lie to yourself, and don't lie to me, Bach, you can see it more clearly than the previous Green King, so don't talk about this boring excuse anymore."

Answer me, why let the Caucasus go unchecked? Isn't that your duty?"

Bach was silent.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head.

"The war of man should be started and ended by man. For other things, no amount of enthusiasm will make any difference. ”

He looked at the Red King with a serious expression: "The more you do, the more you make mistakes!"

The Red King's expression softened slightly, "I don't want to see this happen either, but only you can solve the problem today." ”

"I'm going to fix it? I'm going to fix it? I'm going to destroy the Caucasus? It's going to be easy for me, but are you sure?"

Bach asked, "You want me to save the Order, but you will only make everyone realize that the Order's inhuman side is ...... In the end, even if the war is won, it will be difficult for the Order to exist as a human guide between the nations. In the end, either the Order rules over humanity, or humanity abandons the Order!

Either way, the Order will lose the significance of its creation!No, from the day the nations begin to revolt, you should understand that the chains of the Order can no longer restrain the ambitions of humanity......"

He paused, then sighed helplessly: "Let go, Holy See, and let the Order have a glorious exit." ”

"Are you sure you want to leave everything to Gaius?"

The Red King looked at him coldly, "Bach, don't you know what kind of madman he is?

Over the years, he has been like a scale, constantly being overwhelmed by the weight that more and more people are pouring into him.

He abandoned Romulus for the city of wolves, the city of wolves for a greater vision, and the holy city for the revolution...... Ever since he lost his purpose, that madman has become someone else's wishing machine.

So many people sacrificed for him, and he couldn't stop now.

That deformed sense of responsibility has created monsters like the Caucasus, and if left unchecked, sooner or later, humanity will destroy itself!

Now, I don't need you to destroy the Caucasus or Gaius, let people solve the human problem, but it is your duty to clean up the monster that claims to be the son of God!

"With that child, you don't need to worry. ”

Bach was not moved in the slightest, but said lightly: "I don't even need to make a move...... He is more naïve than anyone thinks, and this naivety will cause him to not see the road ahead.

One day, he will recognize the gap between himself and humanity and usher in his own results.

- Humans will create gods, but gods are destined to die at the hands of humans. ”

"Is this your experience?"

The Red King sneered, his tone full of sarcasm because of Bach's inaction.

"Perhaps. ”

Bach got up and looked at the boiling iron pot: "I'm going to eat, you should go." If you believe me, don't worry about these issues anymore.

Just remember not to meddle. ”

The Red King took one last look at him.

"I will. ”

The real figure was instantly illusory, turning into countless fragments and dissipating into the void.

He's gone.

Bach was silent for a long time, pushed open the door, and heard the roar echoing above the sky outside the door.

"It's going to rain. ”

He muttered softly.

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Thunderclouds are converging.

A day and night later, above the sky of Asgard, the sky hung like a bowl of iron slurry, its scale spreading across the entire central region, and the thrilling light brewed through the black clouds, occasionally revealing through the cracks, and burning the eyes.

Through the thick clouds, the sky was now occupied by thunder.

Under the control of the World Tree, endless lightning turned into an ocean, churning, collapsing towards the core, until one thunder spear after another was formed, aimed in the direction of Anglo.

At this moment, under the orders of the Emperor, the World Tree has given birth to the fruit of destruction, and it is full of fruits.

At the top of the white tower, the old musician stared silently at the distant earth beneath his feet, feeling the last silence before the storm.

For a long time, he sighed softly.

"May my sacrifice be meaningful. ”

He closed his eyes and raised his palm.

In his arms, the clay tablets were full of holes, the wedge-shaped notes lit up one by one, and the music theory and spirituality stored in the upper clay tablets flowed out and poured into his body.

At that moment, he opened his eyes, and his eyes burst out with fiery divine light.

The scorching red alchemy matrix stretched from the tower to his body, and with his will, it covered his whole body, turning him into an inhuman monster.

He took a deep breath and roared, and countless thunders resounded through the mortal dust.

In the next moment, the Fruit of Destruction fell from the branches.

-

It was like a myriad of glasses colliding and scraping against each other, and a sharp sound burst from the clouds, and the piercing noise was like a living thing, snaking forward on the heavenly dome like a serpent, wriggling, galloping through the clouds, from Asgard to the Caucasus.

Wherever the invisible noise passed, countless electric lights flashed, like worms climbing over the remaining wet marks, and the electric light remained on the sky like scars.

With just a flick of his fingers, he came to the top of Anglu's sky.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was startled from the black box, raised his head, and stared at the sky.

The web of ether bursts with a piercing alarm!

First of all...... Three shots!

Three blazing rays of thunder rain down from the sky and swept past the heavily guarded Avalon, like a god dropping a spear of destruction from the clouds, and Gungnir stabbed down!

The archipelago wails.

Immediately after, the golden dragon roared, the heavens and the earth turned into scales, and the light of the heavenly kingdom on the earth surged out, withstanding the bombardment of Gangnir.

The starters didn't do their best, but the Thunder didn't dissipate.

Immediately after, nine rounds!

The iron slurry in the Bowl of Destruction turned into a torrential rain and sprinkled all of Anglo!

The old musician closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Gungnir emerges from the clouds......

- Eighty-one!

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