749 God (2/2)
This was created by the King of Blue of the first generation and was the foundation of all melodies that musicians must study when they were still apprentices. It was a melody that even children would be familiar with. Das Wohltemperierte Klavier!
Soon after, in that very instant, silver-colored light burst forth from the end of the vault of heaven and endless elegance shimmered above those silver-colored waves. There was silence wherever it passed as every creature was drowning in this beautiful destruction.
That was a catastrophe… Catastrophe Silver Tide!
Alongside the wave of destruction that was a result of countless iron being gathered together, a storm was brewing between heaven and earth. Pale white colors were spreading amidst the powerful gusts of wind and the silence of the murderous wind was only broken by screams and howls of despair. The Holy White Storm!
Blood water dripped from the vault of heaven and gradually turned into a storm. Those blood-red droplets burned like flames, as if they would decay and drown all creatures, turning the land into an abandoned desert. It was a bloody, scorched earth.
Within the earth, countless mounds of dirt rumbled as the eggs of insects, that were the result of the accumulation of poison, broke and turned into flying locusts. They flapped their wings non-stop and rose from the ground like a huge and devastating green-colored fog. The disaster of Abbandant.
With the appearance of giant star Wormwood, unimaginable destruction had now been introduced into the mortal world and given shape and form. That would be the end above everything else. It was the reason why everything that was alien and abnormal was known as catastrophes. That was…
”The Eight Phenomena?” The musicians behind Paganini all turned pale as they could barely believe what they were seeing.
”Why did it turn out like this? Can the Sacred City really control the Eight Phenomena?”
”Why not?” Paganini countered indifferently. It was as if he was looking at a bunch of children that were making a big fuss over something trivial. ”Shouldn't that be the case from the start? If they did not possess such power, how would they have been able to control this world?”
Although this was something that crossed his mind, he was still feeling very solemn. It was not that he was worried that Charles would not be able to handle it, but that he might be affected by other aspects…
At this very moment, the thing that he was most worried about had finally appeared. He heard the voice of Gaius.
”Paganini, let's retreat.” His voice was calm, yet there was no room for refusal or opposition. He simply gave a command that would decide the outcome of the battle. Paganini was enraged
Retreat? Why must we retreat? Why do we need to care about anything else? Are you not seeing this? The real battle has only just begun! The outcome of the battle between God and men is about to be revealed! To think that you want to retreat now?
He gritted his teeth but there was no way he could against Gaius' order. He could only control his rage and transmit Gaius' will to Charles.
”Let's retreat, Charles.” He barely managed to squeeze out the words through his teeth. He could not believe his own hypocrisy. ”If we continue fighting, there is no meaning to it.”
Just as he expected, Charles did not move. He only looked back at him. ”If we leave, what will happen here?”
”Who knows?” Paganini replied calmly, ”The earth's crust beneath the Golden Palace is very unstable. If we leave things as they are, after volcano eruption and catastrophe, this place will probably turn into one of the deepest lakes of the inland.”
”Oh.” Charles nodded. Then, without a sound, he turned back and looked at the massive city that was being engulfed by destruction.
Paganini felt a burst of happiness and relief, so much so that he could dance. But when he looked at Charles, who was a distance away, he suppressed his impulse and waited for Charles' reply. Finally, Charles, turned back and asked softly, ”Paganini, do you have a mirror? I feel that I'm a little dirty…” Although no one knew what Charles was thinking, a female musician still reached into her pocket and was about to pass a mirror to him. But just as she barely touched the mirror in her pocket, she saw the cold stare from Paganini. There was terrifying rage and ferocity. She was taken aback and did not dare to move.
Only Paganini looked back. The ferocity on his face was gone, only to be replaced by his handsome face and a warm smile. He bowed to Charles respectfully. ”There's no need for a mirror. Right now, Your Highness looks majestic and flawless.”
”Is that so?” Charles smiled. That's great. Surely those children will not be fearful of me now?
”Don't be afraid. It will all be over very soon.” He stared at the city that was howling in despair amidst the destruction. He muttered quietly and spread his wings.
The light of Eden appeared from the realm of aether once again, and, according to his will, heaven descended on this place. A burning light that had never been seen before appeared in both his eyes. That was divinity.
Divinity was burning and in sublimation to become an endless power. It was climbing to the highest point of the mortal world and returning to the emptiness of heaven to regain control of all beings. In that instant, Charles turned into the purest light and shone on the deepest face of the earth.
”Let there be light,” he muttered quietly, and light shone on the mortal world. Beneath the light, all beings were solidified. Every form of will and spirit were bowing, trembling and panicking as they were completely in awe and fear of this amazing power. They lowered their heads inadvertently to bow down to this almighty presence. Beneath the light of the miracle, the music theory of Symphony number nine trembled and roared.
At this moment, the movement that represented the victory of mankind began to show cracks due to the pressure of God's will. The spirits of countless Holy Spirits trembled and the flame above the scepter was almost extinguished. It was dancing dimly, struggling but failing to escape the hold of the light.
In that instant, the majestic tolling of bell burst forth from Charles' fingers. The power of Symphony number nine suddenly collapsed, and countless Holy Spirits dissipated from within. Resonance was no longer possible and the entire structure had completely collapsed. It was as if the legendary Tower of Heaven had been broken.
Men's settlements dispersed. At this moment, light shone on the entire mortal world. Charles opened his eyes but there was no longer compassion in them. Instead, they were empty and wide, just like the original darkness of the universe beyond the vault of heaven, and were filled with the beautiful light of stars. God had finally descended! In that instant, the King of Yellow sighed softly from a long distance away, while Ye Qingxuan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He was gritting his teeth to control the fury in his heart as he closed his eyes. ”Ah! Ah! What a detestable God!”
Paganini looked up at the light. The expression on his face was complicated but fearful. And yet, when faced with such immeasurable power, he felt so touched that he was crying. ”You have finally come to earth!”