Chapter 375 Embers
It was like rain falling on the ground. There were just few drops at first. Then the color spread and covered everything with the blue color.
Countless shadowy Cereuses grew out of the burning land and covered the demon cocoons. In the turbulent music theory, countless ice-blue flowers constantly blood on the earth. They were so exquisite and beautiful that they seed unreal like a mirage.
On the battlefield, everything was in silence. The blood-stained knights walked amongst the knee-high flowers and looked around blankly. The scratches and blood on their armors were illuminated by the flowers' fluorescence which made them look tender. But in the tenderness, the knights lowered their heads to feel the gentle wind. A small piece of ash flew with a red light, dancing gently in the wind.
In the wind, soone was singing softly.
"What is...this?"
For a mont, countless fireflies seed to have been startled. They flew out from the flowers, soaring in the wind. It was the fragnts of countless souls that had been burned so that the fragnts still contained the glow of the dead. They were so weak and small, but radiant. It was the family fla that was extinguished with the death of Saint Aeneas as well as the shelter of countless ancestral souls of Romulus.
Fragnted lights rose slowly from the fire that had been extinguished earlier and danced in the darkness. In the dark night, countless flas soared in the sky, drifting like tidal waves, setting off faint waves in the wind and converging into the ocean.
Up in the sky, the Knights Templar's iron whales soared with the heavenly glow. Above the earth, the abyss music theory of the perishing praise was interwoven. It constantly let out whines. Endless tides of flas surged between the sky and earth.
It was the souls of the ancestors of Romulus. They could not ascend to the heaven but were unwilling to fall into the abyss, so they wandered between heaven and earth, forming the grand river of souls. They gathered, swelled, and sang hoarsely. So everything faded and the sudden shadow was cast.
At that mont, everyone could feel that there was sothing in the glow of the aether sea where music theories of heaven and abyss were entangled. Between the heaven and earth, sothing huge was...slowly forming!
A maiden's sang softly there. The voice was so soft and mournful.
"Elsa..." Caligula looked up at the light of the flas and whispered, "Sorry."
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"Elsa!" Ye Qingxuan turned back blankly. At the mont that endless flas drifted, a soft song sounded from the girl's chest. The plaintive but gentle song seed to co from ancient past. Sad and gloomy, it mourned the beauty and glory that had vanished in the torrent of ti.
Thus, faint aetheric fluctuations erged from her body, spreading and covering entire Auschwitz in an instant. Countless blue shadowy Cereuses danced for this. Even that huge but invisible object in the sky resonated with it. So faint lights lit up, silently breaking the garnts and ropes that restrained her. Nothing was left.
She was suspended in the air. Threads of gold appeared in her flaxen hair; she glowed. Layers of alchemical matrices erged on her skin, overlapping. The matrix was so complex. They had been hidden in the girl's body for a long ti and lted in her life with the heartbeats and blood. And now they finally woke up.
They were singing.
"Stop!" The herald knight stepped forward and uttered coldly from his armor, "Romulusian, stop your music imdiately!"
In mid-air, Elsa was still sluggish. However, lights constantly flashed in her dim eyes, interpreting the inner chaotic changes.
The herald knight was startled. He quickly sighed. "Sorry, I will atone for this."
Before he finished his words, hot steam spewed from the dark armor like a dragon's shouts. The sound was sharp. The high temperature erged under the armor, driving the gears of the armature, the power loading, the structural operation...until it reached the end.
In an instant, the herald knight stepped forward with an inconceivable speed. He set off a severe storm in the closed operating room only in three steps. The air pressure was almost suffocating.
In these three steps, the curved narrow knife in his waist popped out of the sheath. The ejection chanism in the scabbard added to it the horrible speed like a crossbow arrow flying. It combined with the impact of the knight's tread. When the knight straightened his back, a perfect arc was made in the air.
Screams cut out the soft song.
The blade stabbed into the girl's chest.
He rampaged too fast without the slightest sign or process as if the result had co at the sa ti that he acted. Ye Qingxuan did not even react. He had only raised his hand when the knight's blade cut Elsa's clothes into pieces and stabbed into the flesh and blood.
Then everything suddenly ca to a halt. The knife was frozen in mid-air, unable to move. The frenzied potential energy and montum had not been spent. The energy rolled back, cracking the knight's armor, exposed the blood oozing skin under.
The soft voice was still singing. However, the voice was vaguely different. It seed to be colder and more resolute like scraping steel.
Elsa raised her head. A kind of serious glow appeared in her eyes. Like the gods overlooking the earth, it was so majestic yet so indifferent.
[Unknown situation, terminate coherence]
[Analyzing...]
[Threat is found. Launch the plan-The Majestic March, third movent]
[Continue coherence]
Thus, impassioned lodies burst out of thin air in an instant and a dignified ring of light appeared above Elsa's head. Behind her, three pairs of huge wings of light erged and wrapped her in it.
The wings flapped. It fixed the wind, destroyed the iron, and set off a frenzied storm.
In the blink of an eye, the knight was pushed away by the strong wind. The whole room was completely destroyed. Ye Qingxuan's sight went black. He was crushed into the ground; his bones cracked and popped.
What was worse, the Governor was already broken! He could hardly stand up with his weak body. But...what was going on with Elsa?
He looked up with difficulty, looking at Elsa suspended in mid-air.
On her chest where countless gold-slting matrices intersected, a double-snake heraldry erged. She seed to be the Apostle of the Gods in the world. The imnse toxicity, beasts, or swords could not hurt her.
What was more shocking was that even though the blade was pushed away, a thumb-sized crack still remained in her chest. It was disturbing. No blood oozed from the crack; there were no traces of broken flesh and bone. It was empty… Like an empty shell.
Behind that rift, the faint glow of fire leapt silently, unleashing indistinct light—it was the remaining family flas of Romulus, the Sacred Fire passed down from the Pantheon.
It existed in Elsa's body as if it were kept in a seedbed specially tailored for it.
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