749 God (1/2)
It was looking up at the wrath of heaven. The hot pillar of light, that had pierced through heaven and earth, was radiating with light. Hurricanes swept over with wind pressure and heat, which was suffocating.
Paganini stood on the debris of the Golden Palace and stared at the vault of heaven. Countless beams of light were dancing, and shortly after, stars began to fall like rain. The turbulent sea of light covered the entire sky and as the Holy Spirit fell, the broken scepter broke through the deepest layer of the raging ocean, just like a star crashing towards the ground. Along the way, it burnt brightly with the remnants of its life.
It slowly fell and dissipated until the end. Most of the light was lost between the vault of heaven and darkness, leaving behind only random streaks of light. It was just like a tombstone.
A voice spoke from a distance away and reverberated beside Paganini's ear. It was Wolf Flute. ”The latest news is that Asgard has restrained Quiet Moon.”
”Although that's unexpected, it wasn't impossible.” Paganini muttered quietly, ”After losing Hyakume, there were no longer any conflicts in the Originator so there was no need for a brake valve. Although it still carried the name of the Three Pillar God, it only existed in name. On a certain level, a meaningless Quiet Moon and a meaningless Asgard could be compatible with each other.”
”Even so, the old fellow is still worried about any possible effects on the battle at Golden Palace.” Wolf Flute's voice was monotonous, ”He suggests that all of you get yourselves prepared so that, if necessary, Anubis will bring all of you along when we retreat.”
”No need.” Paganini rejected immediately, without considering the possibility of a retreat, ”We should not even be thinking about losing. How can Quiet Moon, which has lost its divinity, be a match for Eden? Besides,” he looked up at the light in the sky. He could not disguise the look in his eyes that spoke about the trust and admiration towards absolute power, ”Charles will definitely not lose!”
Wolf Flute stayed silent for a long time before sighing quietly. ”What I'm worried about has never been whether he will lose. Some things can never be changed, regardless if we win or lose.”
Paganini replied coldly, ”Men can never hide their true nature. No matter how determined they are, or how hard they try to control and suppress, men will always act according to their true nature at the end of the day.” He paused for a while, then said, ”Just like you.”
After a short pause, Wolf Flute did not seem upset. Instead, he began to chuckle. ”Sounds like I should have just been a traitor from the moment I was born.”
”Although that's not what I meant, sometimes, some things can't be avoided.”
”Yes, yes, yes. This, I understand.” Wolf Flute seemed to be smoking a roll of tobacco and was puffing out some smoke. ”But you were wrong about one thing.” Tens of thousands of miles away, he stared at the flicker of light on his fingertips as he muttered quietly, ”Maybe some people were destined to be a traitor from the moment they were born, but no one was born to be a God, Paganini. No one…”
He extinguished the flicker of light on his fingertips and the remnant sparks lit up his emotionless face. When the sparks were also extinguished, his face disappeared into the darkness. His voice was never heard again.
Tens of thousands of miles away, at the highest point of the entire world, the battle had reached its climax. Amidst the majestic voices and with the boost of the iron tower, the Holy Spirits were now well-armed with armors and weapons. It was as if music theory spirits and movements have turned into humans, as they displayed fierce and cold shimmer of metal from the infusion of aether.
The iron Holy Spirits traveled the vault of heaven at an incredible speed. A naked eye could only see the trails of their movements. This was a battle that far surpassed the limits of the speed of human reactions and every moment consisted of countless clashes. Every single detail possessed the power to influence the outcome of the battle.
At this moment, above the vault of heaven, every single Holy Spirit had already given up on their own individuality and devoted themselves in the main theme and turned into the most fundamental music note in that massive movement. And within the resonance of every single Holy Spirit, a majestic symphony played with aplomb. Symphony number nine!
There was no need for other names or title, for a single number was more than sufficient to recognize its existence. Within the entire Symphony number nine, there was one movement that was universally admired and respected. The core music theory that the King of Red had inherited, other than ”Destiny” which ordinary men could not even take a peek at, was now being formed by countless Holy Spirits to become the ultimate power.
If destiny represented the emptiness and variance of God's will and punishment, then Symphony number nine highlighted the principle of mankind. The elements represented by countless Holy Spirits were now gathered under the same main theme as they converted into pure power.
With this, they would praise and with this, they would sing at the top of their voices. With this, men would emerge victorious!
Amidst the music theory of Symphony number nine, the powers of countless Holy Spirits have already combined into one. Although the King of Red was not here personally, there was not much difference anymore. At tens of thousands of miles away, the iron city suddenly let out a deep roar. Countless towers began to toll their bells and the voices of hymns and prayers seemed to have extended from the distant past to the faraway future and carrying out the present.
The Church, which had once ruled over the old world for centuries, finally revealed their deposits. As countless Holy Spirits summoned, the power of the Holy Caldron finally descended upon the sky of Asgard. Just like a metal staff hitting on solid ice, rows of cracks began to appear on the projection of Eden.
All the powers throughout the universe gathered here with countless Holy Spirits acting as the vessel, the majestic and grand traces of Symphony number nine were finally outlined. As Symphony number nine gradually took shape and under the continuous impact of the iron Holy Spirits, Charles' reaction became more tedious and cramped. It was no longer as smooth and easy as before.
”How terrifying it is when old people become angry…” He stared at the Holy Caldron above the vault of heaven and within the body, tens of thousands of burning beams of light were piercing through flesh and muscles. It seemed like he was about to melt and fuse into the light. This divinity would leave anyone dumbfounded. It was tens of times more powerful than Odin and it was a form of power that was completely different from those that were man-made. Even if it was completely irrigated by fresh blood, it remained as pure dirt. It might have prospered out of a human body but it was completely natural. As if it was meant to be this way.
The tolling of countless bells continued and the power of the Holy Caldron struck down once more. As a result, Eden, which was in the depth of the realm of aether, shook violently and the crack extended rapidly. The light shook and was instantly extinguished under the heavy pressure, which had increased suddenly by tens of thousands of times.
The sky lost its color, and in the huge roar, Charles fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, he fell into the heaps of debris on a street and crashed through a house that was already burnt down. Gasps of exclamation could be heard beneath the broken tiles.
”To think that there would be a sneak attack?” Charles was embarrassed as he coughed. He turned back and saw a group of children that were huddled together. These children had nowhere to hide and were staring at him with panic in their eyes. The blood on their faces had already dried up completely.
”Er… Hey, are you all okay? I'm so sorry. I destroyed your beds.” He laughed awkwardly as he brushed off the ashes on his hair and his body before standing up. ”Don't be afraid. It is coming to an end.”
The children shuffled backward and dared not get closer. It was fear. Charles was stunned. He looked back and saw the broken mirror hanging on the broken wall but he could not recognize the person looking back at him.
He lowered his eyes solemnly and apologized quietly to the children, ”I'm sorry.” Then, he spread his wings again and flew up into the sky. He dared not look back into those eyes.
At this moment, with the sound of the screeching horn, tens of Holy Spirits vanished and the horn, that was high in the vault of heaven, broke. The blood-red gigantic star appeared behind the gap in the vault of heaven. Giant star Wormwood! With Sacred City's intention to murder, the melody that everyone was all too familiar with began to play from within the Holy Spirits.
”'Das Wohltemperierte Klavier'.” Paganini was stunned.