Crown of Silence

Chapter 305 You Hurt My Heart

On the endless snowfield, Mapas transformed into a giant black eagle, broke through the endless blizzard, flew into the sky, and pecked at the sun angrily.

But the sun was hanging high in the sky, as if mocking. In the endless wind and snow, Laura's soft singing came:

"I saw three suns in the sky.

I stared at them intently.

They also looked at me.

As if they didn't want to leave me..."

"Get out! Bitch! Get out!!!"

Mapas roared, his eagle feathers stood up, and the divine light burst out of his eyes, illuminating the illusion, but fell into a new illusion.

Endless red crows emerged from the void, boldly attacking the falcon. The red crow feathers flew in the air, and they pecked hard with hunger and thirst. The iron-like eagle wings were broken by the pecking of mortals.

"Winter Journey. Crows"!

The crows brought a sign of death. They kept coming, making Mapas even more furious. His eagle feathers burst out, tearing the crows apart, shaking them off, and flying high.

But no matter how he flew, he couldn't get away from this damn illusion.

What kept appearing in front of him was a familiar scene. He was circling in the same place, but the crows behind him were slowly chasing him.

He lost his way...

"Winter Journey. Beacon"!

Next, it was the "White Head" that wore down his fighting spirit, and the "Illusion" that transformed into endless illusions and made people dazed. Finally, in the hoarse singing that seemed like an old musician, the power contained in it began to dissipate rapidly...

"Organist" that could knock people down!

"Damn clowns! You are a bunch of illusionists! How dare you... How dare you!"

Mapas screamed and raged, and the power around him shook. In the explosion without knowing the limit, he kept tearing the illusion apart again and again, and fell into a new illusion again and again.

Once the twenty-four movements in "Winter Journey" began to unfold, it would be an endless reincarnation hell. Last time, Laura just did it casually, and a black musician was almost confused by the illusion, merged into it, and disappeared completely!

On the night of the full moon, the azure moon revived, which was the peak of Laura's power.

It is well known that once an illusionist is forced to fight the enemy head-on, he will definitely die miserably. And once he falls into the illusion of the illusionist, it is the enemy who suffers.

After several days of careful arrangements, she and Ye Qingxuan left a large amount of medium in the entire Shadow of Avalon. Under the light of the azure moon, the power of the illusion reached its limit.

The music theory that reached the distortion level tightly bound Mapas, making him fly around like a headless fly, but he couldn't get out of the illusion.

It was rare that Ye Qingxuan's blood vessels were enough to drink, and Laura, who was satisfied, got rid of the last scruples and exerted all her strength!

The terrible illusion power inherited from the "Moon Chant" has penetrated into the bone marrow. Under Laura's careful calculations, the big demon from the natural disaster was actually played in the palm of her hand.

Although it was difficult to last, it was enough to imprison this big demon with divine power in the illusion for the time being.

In the layers of shadows, Laura sneered, guided the dead light of the azure moon, blurred the limits of illusion and reality, and made a full-scale attack!

"Is the big demon very powerful?"

She laughed softly, "I was the same back then..."

——

In the Elizabeth Tower, Naberis, who was at the end of his strength, roared, his right hand was completely cut off by the bone saw, and he retreated step by step.

In an instant, six more cuts appeared on his body, and he was almost dismembered on the spot. He roared, tore off the face behind his head, and threw it at the butcher.

The face flew into the void, stuck to the butcher's already scarred armor, and suddenly exploded with a scream.

A huge blood-colored vortex emerged out of thin air, like a huge mouth of the abyss suddenly closing and chewing.

Crack!

The steel suddenly broke, the armor fell apart, and a huge gap appeared between the butcher's waist and abdomen, and hot blood gushed out.

He was already severely injured in his desperate attack.

But the butcher didn't care, and stabbed out with the huge bone-cutting blade in his hand-bang! Naberish's chest was completely penetrated, and a big hole in his flesh and blood exploded, which was difficult to fill.

The figure of the young man passed the butcher, and the moonlight attached to the cane suddenly pierced into the chest cavity, exploding!

Naberish was shocked all over, and was forcibly beaten out of the demonized state, restored to his original appearance, and fell tragically on his back.

Ye Qingxuan stepped on his broken chest, pressed his cane against his face, and said in a cold voice:

"You lost, Naberis."

In the pool of blood, Naberis, who was bloody and mangled, opened his remaining eyes with difficulty, stared at the boy with his pupils shrunken, and distinguished his appearance.

When he heard the boy's voice, he couldn't help laughing. His broken lungs twitched and spit out blood, and the laughter was particularly embarrassing and shrill.

It was also particularly mocking.

"You haven't...you don't understand..."

In the crack on his throat, you can vaguely see the vocal cords trembling with difficulty, and blood is flying. "To the Hundred Eyes, I'm just a clown. Mr. Holmes, who would pin their chances of victory on a clown?"

"Have you forgotten something?"

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Naberis' face that exposed broken bones, and he also laughed at Ye Qingxuan: "The real winner has already climbed the tower earlier. And the Royal Orchestra, which you have given high hopes to, is probably gone now." ...The whole army was wiped out."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and his expression suddenly became furious.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan's angry look, Naberish laughed and sprayed blood from his mouth: "We have already grasped the power in our hands... Hahaha, hahahahahahaha!!!"

In the midst of wild laughter, his heart suddenly shattered, blood mist spurted out, melted his body, and melted into the cracks in the floor with his laughter.

Ye Qingxuan had no time to stop the sudden change.

——This bastard still has a way out!

But he no longer cared about intercepting him. He dropped most of the healing medicines and bandages, and he didn't even have time to take care of the seriously injured Butcher.

He was already distraught.

The Butcher just waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry about him, took apart the broken armor, and expertly bandaged himself for emergency treatment.

But Ye Qingxuan had already pushed open the door and ran away.

Along the way, he could only see charred blackness and devastation.

There were corpses of black musicians and royal musicians everywhere, and some rooms were completely covered in blood, which was extremely hideous and miserable.

No, no, no, no!

Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and looked gloomy as he opened the doors one after another and opened the corpses furiously.

No body means nothing, and no news is the best news.

He comforted himself over and over in his heart, but he couldn't suppress the rage and frustration in his heart. He kicked all obstacles in his way like crazy and accelerated his speed.

God bless you, Brother Shit, nothing will happen to you!

boom!

Ye Qingxuan broke through the final door, only to find that... there was no way out. He had reached the end and reached the top of Elizabeth Tower.

Amidst the chill and hurricane in the sky, the cold moonlight illuminated the tragic blood on the top of the tower.

Around the central altar, there were corpses everywhere. The overlapping corpses were biting each other until they died. Traces of self-explosion can be found constantly, and the blood is dark red as the blood evaporates.

All... are dead.

He came late.

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan lost all his strength and almost fell to the ground.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Naberish's crazy laughter sounded in his heart again, making Ye Qingxuan roar. He turned over the corpses and tried hard to search among the unfamiliar faces, over and over again.

Until the end, his movements paused and fell into a sluggish state.

"Brother Stool..."

Just under the two corpses, Gavin was lying in a pool of blood, and the dress on his chest was stained red with blood. The iron-gray pupils were full of holes, reflecting the moonlight.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned and reached out to touch his neck, but felt a trace of residual warmth:

He is still alive!

The young man was so ecstatic that he almost cheered. He took out all his potions and injected them into Gavin's pulse as if for free.

"You must survive! Survive!"

He muttered in confusion, sweating profusely, pressing his heart again and again, activating electric light in his hands to inject power into his weakly beating heart.

Until finally, Gavin's empty eyes trembled, his body twitched, and he woke up from shock.

"Don't come here!" As if he had finally broken free from a nightmare, he looked at Ye Qingxuan in front of him with fear and screamed, "Don't come here!"

"Brother Stool, don't panic, it's me!"

Ye Qingxuan grabbed his hand, but felt his hand loosen, and an arm fell off Gavin's cuff. The blood on the tragic fracture had already condensed.

He was stunned. Gavin's right hand had already been broken...

"leaf?"

Gawen seemed to have finally recognized Ye Qingxuan, with uncontrollable fear in his eyes, and he hugged him: "Natural disaster! Ye Zi, leave quickly! It's a natural disaster! A natural disaster is coming!"

Natural disaster?

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, his expression changed dramatically, but then, a clear voice came from his arms.

Snapped!

Ye Qingxuan froze.

He lowered his head in confusion and saw the dagger pierced into his chest. The dagger was held in Gavin's intact right hand, piercing through layers of defense and flesh until the end of the handle.

It was only now that my heart felt the cold pain of being cut apart, as unreal as a hallucination.

"Brother Stool?"

He raised his head blankly, "What...are you making a fuss about?"

"I told you not to come, Ye Zi, why didn't you listen?"

The panic and fear on Gavin's face disappeared, and his iron-gray eyes regained their former coldness. He stared at the young man, his voice was soft and clear, as elegant as ever:

"—Mr. Holmes, you have broken my heart."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, as if he finally understood something, and smiled bitterly.

"Oh it's you……"

He suddenly understood and pronounced the name with difficulty:

"--Robin."