Ark, they don't revolve around you

"I wish to prevent your trial."

"No, I won't allow it." Zhuang Ning spread his hands, "Make another wish."

Remian looked around at the surrounding machines and said anxiously, "Then, I hope you can restore them to their original state."

"..."

"Can't you?"

"You are such a kind and compassionate child." Zhuang Ning touched her head and smiled, "Of course, but I have to tell you that if I need them, they will be manipulated by me unconditionally."

He snapped his fingers, and thousands of machines fell to the ground, with the Originium core cracking into hideous gaps.

In the blink of an eye, Sakota returned to his original appearance.

But they did not feel joy. Just as Zhuang Ningyan said, he was now the law. With just a thought, Sakota would die for him in fanaticism.

However, Lemiaoan knew in his heart that this was still a kind of mercy.

She was so tired that her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground.

She was sleepy but couldn't sleep, especially before witnessing the "trial".

There was more pity in Zhuang Ning's eyes, as if the gods were mourning for their apostles.

He did not stop his steps, but instead stretched out his right hand again, revealing a black shadow among the crowd.

Arturo, with his black hair spread out and a sly face, smiled slightly: "Doctor."

"Stop talking nonsense and let's get started." Zhuang Ning looked at her and said, "Let's start the last ensemble."

"You are about to start... You know what the consequences of doing this will be, right?"

Zhuang Ning didn't say anything, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers again.

A cello made of Originium appeared and was handed over to Arturo.

Big beads of sweat condensed on her face, but there was a smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Come on, Doctor, give Terra our best ensemble yet!"

When in Kazdel, Zhuang Ning once said to the girl, "My magic will reach its peak because of you."

He said you are my instrument, my heart, and Arturo is the only one in the world who can reflect my thoughts!

This is not just a casual remark, after manipulating the law, Arturo is his best tool!

Zhuang Ning held the bow and followed Arturo's guidance, their movements completely in sync.

Accompanied by the hymns on the organ, this scene is so sacred.

However, some people noticed something unusual because the sound did not act on the cochlea, but directly resounded in the brain!

This is a spell!

The continuation of civilization can pass thoughts to each other, and the original Originium gave birth to all the Originium today, just like mother and child.

On Terra, everyone has some Originium in their body.

As long as the melody resonates with the original Originium, this emotionally seductive music can be transmitted to the ears of everyone on Terra!

The audience for this piece is definitely not the fallen angels of Lateran.

——This person’s music should be heard by people all over the world!

Sami, the end of the ice.

The girl with deer antlers and a large bow was startled and turned to look at the tall woman next to her: "I think I heard music."

"I heard it, too." The woman thought for a moment. "Typhon, don't listen. At least don't pay attention."

"Yes!"

Yan, Xi, who was painting, was stunned and looked at Nian: "Did you hear anything?"

"Music? I don't understand orchestra." Nian seemed to be thinking about it, "but this melody sounds really scary."

Sargon, black market.

The old man laughed hoarsely: "Music, music!"

"It's such a beautiful sound, it makes people feel relaxed and happy just listening to it."

At that moment, a layer of fog appeared in front of almost everyone.

The fog continued to expand, outlining the panic, anger, anxiety, and fear in the listeners' hearts, as well as the visions of countless people.

It was the first time that Arturo felt such a huge and chaotic sea of ​​emotions.

But she was not afraid, instead she handed everything over to Zhuang Ning.

From now on, Arturo is just an instrument, a carrier to express Zhuang Ning's will!

She was willing to serve as a tool and composed the music for Zhuang Ning, feeling full of pride.

This great melody also made Zhuang Ning lose his mind. After listening to it, he sighed and gave it a name.

——The name is... "Genesis"!

The fog is the original chaos, and the song will inspire the darkest emotions!

Casimir, Wilderness.

The Sarkaz exhaled his last breath, gasping for breath.

He hid in a cave, waiting for the enemy to get closer.

Behind him was his companion. A month ago, this Sarkaz gladiator heard the voice of the Demon King and killed the knight who enslaved him.

Before leaving, he released people who were in the same situation as him. They were all marked as slaves. In Casimir, which claims to be civilized, slaves are still allowed to exist.

This angered the Casimir officials, and a team of knights under the command of the Chamber of Commerce was approaching.

They had the most advanced equipment, rich experience, and strong bodies, and the few Sarkaz gladiators who had fled in disgrace were simply powerless to turn the tide.

They would be taken back to the arena, whipped, and finally die miserably.

is this okay?

The Sarkaz gladiator asked himself.

At this moment, the melody echoed in his ears, and the crazy musical notes hit his brain directly.

Colombia.

The Sarkaz experiment covered its bleeding wound and resisted the urge to scream.

Run away... he thought to himself, his expression becoming increasingly distorted.

A month ago, this experiment broke free from its cage because of the Demon King's declaration.

He was originally just a Sarkaz trying to make a living, doing the lowest kind of work, without a wife or children, a bachelor. In the end, he was tricked into a laboratory, where he was tortured.

The wound tormented him day and night.

But that day he heard the voice of the devil.

He liberated himself and his compatriots, and took them out of the city.

They don't know where to find salvation. Death is always around them, and the Colombian military and secret agents are chasing them with guns and crossbows.

That’s it, right?

The experiment subject, whose abdomen was pierced, sat down and thought that death would not be a bad thing.

He didn't look at his companions, waved his hand, silently lit a cigarette, and waited for death.

At this moment, he heard a crazy melody.

Victoria, city fringe.

The last ray of fire was lit, shining on the ragged man, and the Sarkaz girl trembled.

She lived in the largest slum in Londinium, at the end of the underground world, where countless people died every winter.

She realized that she was running a fever, and in a trance, she seemed to see her dead family members.

Has she never been treated as a human being in her entire life?

The coughing sounds continued, and Christmas was associated with death.

Then she heard music.

Bolivar.

A sigh was heard from the dilapidated mansion.

"We have been betrayed." The leader used up almost all his strength to say this.

Bolivar had always been a colony, ravaged by Iberia, Letania and Colombia in turn.

Real Bolivarians emerged, but most of them were just scumbags with nice names.

The colonizers were already very familiar with the way of colonization, supporting local forces and tempting them with money, wealth, sex and power.

However, this leader was not small in size, so he was regarded as a thorn in the eyes and was besieged by various forces.

It seems that my subordinates still couldn't resist the temptation... He felt regretful.

"What do they ask us to do?" the leader asked.

"surrender."

"Surrender..." He laughed, "Damn it."

At this moment, a strange melody began to echo in his mind.

……

……

The melody is like an abyss, the surface of the abyss is dark, and the future is only chaos.

But somehow, the more these people listened to the tune, the more angry they became.

Casimir's gladiator turned his head, opened his dry lips, and spoke to his companion:

"I heard from others that knights are noble beings who illuminate the earth."