732 Mercy and Cruelty (2/2)
It was as if they had ascended to heaven.
He pressed his forehead forcefully, enduring the immense pain the illusion brought, and roared, ”Come out, Chopin!”
Charles shouted furiously at the city below. ”Get your *ss out here!”
”I'm sorry, Son of God, but I don't want to die yet.” Chopin sighed and responded, ”Although Doomsday draws near, I still feel that... it is better to die later.”
Although they were both musicians of the school of heart, compared to Ye Lanzhou, whose charisma and talent were unrivaled back then, Chopin and he were almost at two extremes. Yet Chopin never hid his lowliness and his hunched back.
”It is my mission, just like how you have your own mission.” Chopin said calmly, ”Neither of us has a choice.”
At the moment, in a ruined neighborhood, Chopin's figure emerged.
In a flash, he was targeted.
Charles clenched his fist, expressionless. Eden's elements operated, and punishment was meted out.
Against the brilliance that sufficed to burn himself to ashes, Chopin felt relief instead. Wiping the black ashes on his face, he sat down on the ground.
Boom! A rumble sounded, and it was the sound of the sea of aether gushing fiercely against the currents.
On top of Paganini's head, the operation of the projection of the Wheel of Balance came to an abrupt stop, and the part where the realm of aether and the physical world overlapped began to shrink rapidly, causing the projection of Eden to sway, and it could hardly be sustained...
In a flash, all forms of communication between the physical world and the realm of aether were completely blocked.
Only Charles wasn't affected.
In other words, once one left Charles' side and was several meters away from him, one would fall to the level of a formal musician.
Against the sudden blockade, the wing of light that covered the entire sky was still unfolded, withstanding the pressure without shaking at all.
He looked in the direction of the Golden Palace. A blazing ray of light rose into the sky from the Golden Palace, shrouding them, and a phantom shadow of the Wheel of Balance was outlined. However, it was rotating in a completely different direction from theirs.
The three-minute interval was already enough for Asgard to activate the Wheel of Balance of the Church, completely separating the realm of aether and the physical world.
After the invaders lost the power from the high-level dimensions, they were no longer of any threat to the Golden Palace.
Along with the blockade by the Wheel of Balance, fiery aether waves emerged from nothingness one after another. Scepters emerged, outlining the phantoms of saints.
As the giant wind tunnel of the Golden Palace opened, the projection of the saints descended one after another.
Liszt, Mendelssohn, Brahms, Schumann, Tchaikovsky, plus Chopin, who had revealed his actual body, six saints had descended in total. A power that had exceeded usual standards and sufficed to flatten any country took aim at where Charles and the rest were located.
Paganini's expression was gloomy, and he forcefully opened a crack in the blockade once more with the Wheel of Balance.
”Let's go, Charles,” he said. ”Mission failed.”
The Sacred City has actually found them. They actually found so many musicians who can inherit the power of the saints in such a short period of time.
One can only say that the Sacred City has indeed lived up to its reputation? However, in such a glamorous lineup, I wonder how many are puppets, and how many are consumables?
He could not suppress the fury in his heart at the thought of himself being stopped by a group of consumables. Gritting his teeth, he issued the order to retreat.
”No.” Charles did not move, just looked at his enemies coldly. He took a deep breath, enduring the pain of his body boiling within. He did not leave along the crack, but pulled out a weird specimen from Eden, which was behind the crack. It was like a frozen flower. The wilting sunflower was solidified in amber, and its glory and vigor in the past were maintained as if it still had life in it after a few centuries.
Against everyone's shocked expressions, he lifted the specimen of amber to his eyes.
”I am still alive.” He murmured softly, ”So, we have yet to fail!”
At the moment, in the Golden Palace, the expression of the lighthouse musician observing the battlefield changed drastically.
”Stop him, hurry!” The musician of the school of revelation gazed at the specimen reflected in the observation of the lighthouse and glimpsed its essence. ”It is... Cereus!”
The next moment, everyone's expression changed drastically. They disregarded their dignity and honor, and even the bearing capability of their bodies, surrounding and attacking Charles.
It was not difficult to find information and intelligence regarding Charles. It could even be said that the information regarding the first half of his life was almost like common knowledge, and it was very easy to investigate. One could even find out about where he liked to dine and dash back in the academy, where he was caught and beaten up, and where he got drunk and ran around naked in the moon-illuminated night afterward.
Of course, they would not miss out the most important part of the information.
The fella possessed the capability of directly consuming the real body of a catastrophe through its appearance!
One such instance was the tragic death of Kehlsteinhaus, the natural disaster that once attacked the Caucasus…
At the moment, the amber fell apart between Charles' fingers.
As if the essence had flowed away, all the power was drawn and consumed, turning into resources that entered Charles' blood. As a result, the sunflower that had been in full bloom for thousands of years wilted and dissipated in Charles' hands.
At the moment, Charles snarled and roared painfully.
In the earth-shattering waves, light engulfed him, and countless movements of destruction buried him within, but they could not drown out the thunder-like rhythm within the core.
It was the sound of heartbeats.
The invisible heart beat in pain, absorbing the elements and power that had appeared suddenly. It smelted music theory, consumed aether, and turned it into a wing!
Thus, in the crisp sound of bones growing, Charles roared in pain.
Everyone saw it amid the dissipating light and smoke.
On his back, beside the wing of the catastrophe that represented the Eagle Wing Mother, the skeleton of a wing broke out. Flesh and blood proliferated on it, as if vines were growing. Finally, it was covered in feathers that were fleeting and distant like shadows. The wing seemed so far away, as if it did not exist in the present.
As the wing fluttered, the petals that once belonged to the Cereus dropped from it and dissipated in the wind.
The power that was enough to destroy a city was applied on Charles, but not even a hair on him was damaged, because he was far away from the world, and it was incredibly hard for anything in the world to touch him.
”Now,” Charles stared at his enemies and murmured softly, ”it's my turn.”
[1] Sarcasm.