Crown of Silence

Chapter 270 My Emperor Protects Me

The dusty iron gate shook with a bang, and the black aura wrapped around it danced wildly, scraping the musician's face like a blade, sparks flying.

In front of the iron gate, the burly man with black scales on his face raised the iron hammer.

The deformed and enlarged bones made his body extremely huge, and as the strange music sounded, it swelled again to more than three meters.

He was wearing a tattered red robe, and traces of various attacks could be vaguely seen, as well as the "eye in the eye" emblem on his chest.

In his chest, it seemed that a distorted song came, as if his internal organs were singing loudly. In that song, his originally exaggerated muscles arched high again.

The iron hammer fell, but there was no sound!

All the power was injected into the long nail, piercing it into the heavy iron gate bit by bit. Every inch the long nail penetrated, the dark aura on the iron gate weakened a bit.

Six nails have been driven into the iron door, and this is the last one.

Boundary-breaking nail.

This is an alchemical item used when excavating ancient ruins. It forces the alloy nail into the node of the barrier, blocking the flow of ether and forcibly opening an entrance and exit in the barrier.

"Izzy, go faster."

Behind him, the gloomy chief priest, Eros, who was covered in a red robe, spoke, holding a fist-sized ether ball in his hand.

On the ether ball, silver dots represent the ether fluctuations around it. And in the distance, a group of creeping darkness is approaching rapidly, and the darkness is changing. No matter how he senses it, he can't see the true appearance under the darkness.

There is an abyss approaching rapidly, choosing people to devour...

You know, even the black knight who became the Knight of the Round Table after the fall will show his appearance on it, so what exactly is this evil thing? !

To be honest, he didn't want to know at all: he just wanted to complete his mission before that thing arrived, and then use his divine power to leave here.

He narrowed his eyes, silently chanted the name of God in his heart, and suppressed his faint uneasiness.

Even though he had already entered the Interference Level with the gift of the Hundred Eyes, he was still vaguely uneasy here - after all, the Shadow of Avalon was the location of King Arthur's "scepter" in the past.

Moreover, why did the Royal Musicians make the banquet hall like a fortress?

What is hidden inside?

"The door is about to open, everyone be careful..." he whispered.

Behind him, the six black musicians exuded a strong aura of disaster, almost condensed into substance.

In this black area that is completely infiltrated by negative forces, it is their world. Just entering here makes their own power surge, almost stepping forward a level.

Although there was a low vibration, the black air on the iron door suddenly dissipated, and the seal was forcibly pierced by the boundary-breaking nail!

Snap!

The sound of bubbles bursting rang out, and the area surrounded by seven boundary-breaking nails suddenly shattered, turning into a stream of iron sand flowing down. Behind the iron gate, a stale smell as sticky as liquid gushed out!

In an instant, Izzy, who was at the front, suddenly changed color, squatted down suddenly, rolled on the ground, and barely avoided the impact. The gray breath spread across the corridor in an instant, and soon, it disappeared without a trace.

In the corner, he struggled to get up, and saw the gray breath spreading on his skin. He quickly took off a bottle of potion from his waist and splashed it on his skin.

Chi Chi Chi Chi! After a burst of corrosive sounds, the decayed breath dissipated without a trace, and the thick arms and half of the chest were also corroded, leaving only white bones.

His face twisted, and he gritted his teeth and pulled the tattered red robe on his body tightly, wrapping his body with only bones left.

He was lucky and avoided the impact, but his companions behind him might not be so lucky.

The high priest Eros had been engulfed by the decaying breath, and was surrounded by gray mist. It seemed that the fog of Avalon was entangled with him, eroding his body inch by inch.

In the gray breath, his body was changing violently.

In an instant, he turned from a human into a huge werewolf. After the werewolf was completely eroded by the gray breath, the werewolf shrank and collapsed rapidly, becoming a crude and short black dwarf. The dwarf was also eroded, and he changed again, turning into a half-bird, half-human eagle.

This time, his transformation lasted for a particularly long time, but he still couldn't get rid of it-he had lost two bodies. He took off a bell from his waist with difficulty and rang it with all his strength.

Then, a sharp sound like an eagle's cry came from the void, and a phantom with an eagle's head and a human body and wings on his back appeared behind him, waved his hand, dispelled the decaying breath, whispered something, and disappeared without a trace.

Eros knelt on the ground, chanting scriptures devoutly, sending off the incarnation of divine power, and then looked behind him.

Behind him, only three and a half of the six black musicians were still alive.

Two had been shrouded in gray mist and completely turned into stone statues. One abandoned his body, and at the last moment, his head was pulled out of his neck, along with half of his spine, and he stretched out his centipedes and wandered on the ground, still in shock.

"Don't delay, the opportunity cannot be missed."

Eros coughed hoarsely, picked up the ether ball, and after making sure there was no danger inside, he took the lead in passing through the crack.

The soft light shone on his face, and the old face had a series of broken wounds, blood oozing faintly, which was extremely miserable.

But when he saw everything in the banquet hall, a deep fear could not help but appear on his face.

Compared with this group of guys, who is the evil god worshiper and who is the black musician...

"What did you do?"

He whispered hoarsely.

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After a long time, visitors came to the banquet hall again.

The lights here are still bright, and the bright crystal chandeliers are hanging high, without any dust.

A magnificent place, pure white walls, columns with gold foil, exquisite reliefs and gorgeous floor tiles, there is still a soft sound of music lingering here.

The melody is soft and beautiful, lingering in people's ears, making people feel at ease and calm. It just appears here, but it makes people feel creepy.

This is not a melody that should appear at a banquet. This is the sixth requiem that will only appear at the funeral of the musicians of Anglu!

——Aether above, may the dead be immortal.

Their bodies are indeed immortal.

On the only long table, distinguished guests sat on both sides, wearing meticulous formal attire, with dignified and lifelike expressions.

They were the leaders of the thirteen orchestras that commanded all the national musicians in Anglo, and the distorted musicians second only to the saints.

And in the center was the leader of the Royal Orchestra, wearing a crystal crown and a white robe. He sat upright in his seat, with a serious face and a majestic presence.

However, here, everyone was bound to the iron chair with heavy shackles. The shackles extended from his joints and had been deeply nailed into his bones.

The heavy iron chair was connected to the ground, forming a whole.

How could this be a group of musicians?

This was clearly like treating a group of mad dogs... But their expressions were so solemn and awe-inspiring.

Time seemed to have stopped forever at the moment when they raised their glasses to toast, and they drank the fine wine in the glasses with the glasses in their hands. Then he stopped moving.

Eros glanced at his companions, and someone came forward and carefully dipped a little dried powder in their cup with his finger and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, a crackling sound came from the man's throat. He bent down and vomited a lot of petrified flesh and blood. The blood and flesh fell to the ground with a loud sound.

"'Penglai Medicine'."

The man spoke with difficulty: "Damn it, where did they get so many Penglai medicines... Many medicinal materials were extinct before the end of the Dark Ages!"

In order to transform their bodies, most of the people who became black musicians studied the Holy Chant School. Many of them were masters of potions themselves, and even made outstanding contributions to the Holy Chant School. They were also pioneers in the forbidden transformation area.

Therefore, their knowledge of various alchemical potions is definitely above that of most musicians.

Hearing him say this, everyone changed their faces.

According to legend, the medicine of Penglai is an elixir that can make people immortal, but everyone knows that this is bullshit. No one in the world can live forever, no one.

At the beginning, the alchemists and pharmacists of the East - the alchemists wanted to make a potion that would make people feel in touch with the Great Source.

They succeeded, and the swallowers gained power and were sublimated in the Great Source.

The price was that the swallowers lost their bodies and lives, and their bodies turned into stones that were neither gold nor jade, immortal for thousands of years, as if they were immortal.

There will be a moment when their thoughts will transcend the limitations of time and appear in the distant past and the distant future, seeing the stars in the sky and the demons behind the stars, the raging fire under the earth's crust and the sins hidden in the raging fire.

Maybe they all merged into the Great Source in the end and reached the state of omniscience.

Maybe they just died.

Who knows?

No one knows...

No one knows why this group of musicians who gathered all the power of Anglu chose to commit suicide here by swallowing this potion at the same time.

Eros walked past the musicians on both sides with an expressionless face, and finally stopped in front of the majestic leader.

He reached out and picked up the thin paper in front of him that had decayed over the long years.

On it were written the names of thirteen people and their last words:

"——I dedicate my body to the great and supreme emperor. May God bless the kingdom and my emperor bless me."

A breeze blew, and the thin paper turned into powder and disappeared.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The whole banquet hall suddenly shook and shone, and the walls cracked and cracked. On the other side of the banquet hall, it seemed that some huge monster was angrily hitting the wall.

That burning darkness...

It's coming.

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A new character sketch has been updated on Weibo. You can guess who it is~ The answer will be announced in tomorrow's update (if I still remember)