678 The Right Time (2/2)

Illusion after illusion followed this, covering him, intermingling with each other, and injecting various elements into each other. In this poetic process they turned into a real world full of pain and confusion.

The music theory of the Kingdom of Heaven and Earth firmly suppressed Paganini's counterattacks, and smothered him within, letting his Changing Music Theory erode away. Many different kinds of illusions were born and then died.

Finally, the movement called ”Old Accompanist” wedged itself firmly into the music theory. The chain of music theory pulled apart the elements, bringing with it frightful power, wearing away Paganini's Scepter and bringing him into the deepest part of the illusion.

The Firebird swept out and entered the Ultimate. It was like a giant holding a massive cage, picking demons out of the Ultimate one by one and stuffing them into the cage.

Each demon that had not yet reached the level of Master lost its sense of self as soon as it entered the illusion as its consciousness and music theory was erased and evaporated, adding to the music of Winterreise. At the same time, the pressure on Ye Qingxuan was reduced.

This was Paganini after all. Ye Qingxuan did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

Winterreise was a double edged sword. If he let up just a little bit, Paganini would turn the tables on him, escape the illusion and pull Ye Qingxuan into it.

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”Paganini was actually suppressed?” On the Sacred City's flagship, the commanding bishop gasped, looking confused. ”When did the Anglo Kingdom complete the Kingdom of Heaven and Earth? We must report this to the Sacred City immediately. The College of Cardinals is going to go crazy when they hear this.”

”There's no need to report it.” Chopin shook his head. ”The College of Cardinals has been watching this all along, and they've already gone crazy. I never would have thought that the Anglo catastrophe weapon had already reached such an unrestricted level.”

This was definitely bad news.

Although all the nations had studied catastrophe weapons in private, they hadn't gotten anywhere. At best they could produce something that matched a catastrophe. The Sacred City had lots of tricks up its sleeve, and they weren't worried about the other nations getting out of control.

But the Anglos had not only not been damaged by Leviathan's attack, they had used it to complete the Kingdom of Heaven and Earth...this had made the Church realize that something was wrong.

Now that the Abyss was in shambles, having descended into the Physical World with demons and catastrophes running wild, the Sacred City had almost no control over anything anymore. And the Anglos held that madman who was not controlled by the Sacred City in their hands...even a small misstep could lead to a huge amount of chaos.

It was just like it had been hundreds of years ago with Arthur...

The bishop looked gloomy, and he said indignantly, ”I've said it before, the Anglos do not follow the path of the Lord. They don't believe the Word of God. They must be suppressed.”

”Speak a little louder, why don't you, so that the Hand of God can hear you.” Chopin glanced at him indifferently. ”If you're looking for death, I won't stop you.”

The bishop was stunned. In the spyglass he could see that the white-haired young man on the back of the dragon seemed to be staring back at him with a sneer. He could not help but take a step back as he turned pale with fright.

He had heard him!

”Everywhere where the power of the Kingdom of Heaven and Earth radiates is Anglo land, and where the Firebird is, nothing can be hidden. The heritage of the Kingdom of Heaven and Earth is not inferior to the greatest of catastrophes.” Chopin waved his hand, indicating everything around him. ”The way that the Sacred City does things is arranged by the Sacred City itself. You don't need to criticize it.”

The bishop's face twitched.

It was clearly Chopin who had been telling tales about him, and who had leaked what he had said. Otherwise, with a Saint around, how could he be worried about being eavesdropped on?

Feeling that Chopin was not satisfied with him, the bishop had no choice but to act humble. He did not dare to make the Saint sent by the College of Cardinals angry and provoke him to action, and so he asked respectfully, ”Is there anything that we can still do?”

Chopin played with the rosary around his wrist. He lowered his eyes and did not look at the writhing Ultimate. ”The time is not right.”

As he said this, the Ultimate began to shake violently.

As the heavens and the earth roared, a beam of light screamed up from the Ultimate. Something was slowly spinning in the beam of light and emitting majestic waves of aether.

Everyone's eyes strained to see it.

It was the Stone Plate!

The broken Stone Plate was wrapped up in the streaming light as it rose up from the Ultimate. The second part of the core of the catastrophe was complete!

The bishop looked back in shock, wanting to ask Chopin about it, but found that he had already disappeared at some point.

At the moment that the Stone Plate appeared, he had transformed into a beam of light, rushed into the Ultimate and grabbed at the Stone Plate.

Now the time was right!

Chopin was not only one. The gold dragon roared, spread his wings and carried Ye Qingxuan towards where the Stone Plate was.

On the Asgardian sea fortress, countless steam whistles screamed and a lightning bolt shot out. A majestic deity awoke within the fierce blaze, transforming into the One-eyed God of the Second Emperor as he flashed out towards the Stone Plate.

And all around the Ultimate, amid dark clouds, deep seas and cold wind, dozens of figures suddenly appeared. A Scepter unfolded in the realm of aether, its elements emerging as a grand melody rose and fell, rushing towards the Stone Plate.

So many people had waited for this very moment, and where now ready to reap the benefits!

In the same moment, in a narrow room filled with cobwebs in the depths of the Ultimate, the two people sitting in the dust looked up. Their matching white hair reflected the distant light, brilliant as silver.

”May I trouble you, Master Yuan?” Liu Ran grinned as she nodded at him. ”I implore you.”

Yuan Jing smiled briefly, then stopped, his face become cold once again. He slowly gripped the longsword on his lip, and raised his eyebrows. ”I, Yuan Jing, your unfilial descendant, request to use the movement of the Ancestor Sword!”

At that moment, in the far east, a sword rang out from thousands of miles away above Yu Jingshan Mountain.