Crown of Silence

Chapter 309 It’s over!

Everything was silent.

Even the thick fog that gradually dissipated was frozen in place.

The long breathing of the musicians came from the depths of the mist. In front of the iron gate, Jerome took the package from his back, unwrapped it layer by layer, melted the fire paint covering the royal seal and the national seal, and untied the bonds.

As a result, the rough black iron spear was revealed from behind the linen cloth. The iron spear with pig iron lines still had scarlet blood on it, which was shocking.

As he waved, he let out a roar like a dragon's roar, splitting the fog and stinging people's eyes.

"—The Gun of St. George?"

Charles took a breath of air and felt something was getting worse: "Isn't this thing lost a long time ago?"

As one of the few remaining artifacts in the world that is recognized as having the power of a 'scepter', Angelou nominally owns three of them, namely: the 'Sword in the Stone' that determines the national lineage of the cauldron and the 'Sword in the Stone' that declares the king's power. The 'Gear of St. George', which can destroy all dragons and bodies, and the 'Holy Grail of Destruction', which is known as the worst and craziest deterrence method, will destroy the whole country and the enemy once it is activated.

Among these three fatal things, the existence of the 'Holy Grail of Destruction' is still a question. Except for the oral delivery of it by the emperors of the Angels before their death, no one else in the world knows about it.

The Sword in the Stone disappeared without a trace after the fall of King Arthur. It was said to be preserved by the royal family, but no one knew whether it still existed. The Gun of St. George did appear, but it was rumored that it was lost for some reason ten years ago...

As a result, it appeared in front of Charles so suddenly, which immediately made him feel a little shocked in his outlook on life.

"This is a 'spare' that the contemporary Blue King made after the loss of the Gun of St. George just in case." Jerome used all his strength to clenched the weapon in his hand and restrained it with all his strength. The power will explode at any time.

"I didn't expect that one day I would actually use it."

Jerome's expression was determined: "I'm afraid, this is the worst method."

"Hey Hey hey!"

Charles' expression changed greatly, and he rushed forward and grabbed his trousers: "Brother, what on earth do you want to do! Don't mess around, please tell me, what on earth are we doing here..."

"Don't you understand yet, Ciel?"

Jerome looked back at him with a solemn expression: "If necessary, we will isolate this area with a seal, and then use the power of the Spear of Saint George to completely defeat the Shadow of Avalon and banish the palace to the ethereal realm. Go to the deepest part of..."

"Why is this necessary?"

Charles was shocked, "If you really do this, you will definitely be stabbed and stabbed by the royal family three times, right? You will definitely die in the most miserable, miserable, and cruel way!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely have been exiled forever along with the palace by then."

"But I'm still alive!"

Charles was on the verge of crying, "I have an eighty-year-old teacher above me and a junior sister who is underage to support. Brother, can't you let me go? Why don't you think about others when you are doing things? You think I can't even How could a girlfriend be so unlucky?"

He was about to squeeze out some tears and cry twice, but his collar was suddenly lifted up.

"Listen up, Ciel!"

Jerome looked at him with cold and solemn eyes, "Complaining can't solve any problems, you still have your own responsibilities to complete!

Even if we all sacrifice our lives today, we will never let those damn black musicians... defile the remains of His Majesty Arthur! understand? "

"..."

Charles was stunned: "Remains?"

"Hundreds of years ago, His Majesty's ascension to God failed, 'Kingdom of Heaven' fell into shadow, and humanity's westernmost defense line was crumbling - since then, successive royal families have used all means and sacrificed many people to maintain this fragile state. The balance is maintained.

Up to now, His Majesty's throne and body have become the core of the entire Anglo defense line. Once it collapses, all the sacrifices made over the past hundreds of years will be in vain. "

Jerome's voice was like iron scraping against each other, with a decisive hoarse reverberation:

"——We will use all our strength to prevent those guys from turning His Majesty... into a natural disaster!"

boom!

The earth shook.

The whole city trembled.

Above the dark sky, a burning light spread, illuminating Ciel's pale face.

Just in the distance, the white tower leading straight to the starry sky trembled, crumbled, and was about to collapse. A dark vortex turned into the sun and slowly rose into the sky.

Announcing the coming destruction.

The breath from the abyss falls from the sky like a tide...

"What a shame."

Jerome lowered his eyes: "It seems we have no time to hesitate."

In his hand, the pitch-black sacred spear escaped from the ground, causing the earth to reverberate in a low tone. It was as if the sleeping dragon under the Nine Earths had awakened and roared with rage.

Around the palace, on dozens of nodes, the Mary's Spear wedged into the earth roared, emitting a sharp resonant sound. Electric light burst out, and the blazing rays of light connected with each other, forming a huge alchemical matrix.

Just like Abraham said, Ciel is a genius, and his talent as a musician is unparalleled. Intuition alone is enough to find all the best knots.

Four hundred Mary's Guns trembled, resonated, and shot out lightning from each other. At each node, royal musicians dressed in black lowered their heads and recited the eulogies in the movement in unison.

"...It's me. I have to repent, with my hands and feet bound, in hell."

They cut their wrists, blood flowed, and fell into the soil. The blood spread, flowing like a snake in the melody of the chant, and merged into the huge matrix.

Life is passing away, passing away in the rapidly growing power. The musicians who were determined to die chanted hoarsely: "My soul deserves the whip and shackles, just as you have suffered..."

"The Passion".

This is the chapter of martyrdom of the saints, offering their lives in exchange for the melody of miracles - once it is activated, whether it succeeds or not, their lives will be buried forever in a dark world.

A huge barrier sprouted from the node, and in an instant it had enveloped the entire palace, isolating the inside and the outside.

Just in front of the barrier, Jerome silently held the Spear of St. George, and on the blade, the majesty that shocked everything silently emerged.

Charles almost suffocated. He raised his hand and shouted hoarsely: "Hey, old man, don't be impulsive... Wait a little longer!"

"Gavin has the resonance bell of the Royal Musicians on him, which is enough to temporarily borrow the power of all the royal musicians except the Shadow of Avalon, including the four masters except me... If he fails, then we have no choice."

Jerome lowered his head and looked at the palace gate that slowly opened in front of him, and the shadow on the burning throne behind the layers of shadows: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

If I am a sinner of Anglu, let me sink into hell with you forever."

He clenched the spear and raised it with all his strength.

So, the magnificent music burst out of thin air, and countless souls praised in unison in the void, as if the divine power came from the sky, running in water, earth, fire and wind, creating all things, and also destroying all of them completely.

The core of the Shadow of Avalon was roaring and trembling.

Outside the Kingdom of Shadows, in the dark room, the masters of the Royal Orchestra closed their eyes, resonated with each other, and continuously blessed Jerome's body with all their strength, so that he would not be burned to death by the terrifying flames in an instant.

In that terrible power, Jerome's body was covered with terrible cracks, and blood flowed out of it, and then evaporated.

Above his head, the ether ring that resonated with the world emerged silently, shining brightly, and then trembled, shocked by the terrible power, and was about to collapse.

"-May all glory belong to Anglu, and may we sleep forever under this great glory."

He roared, grasped the spear, and stabbed it down at his feet.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

Amid the roar, a blazing light burst out from the front of the spear. Twisted ripples appeared around the huge barrier covering the palace.

The world in the shadow has been distorted and is about to be completely torn apart.

The vigorous power emerged from Jerome's body and merged into the Holy Spear, pushing the palace completely into the deepest part of the etheric world, forever extinct from this world.

Charles' body was lifted up by the bursting power like a fallen leaf, flying in the air, rolling involuntarily. He tried to turn his head and looked at Jerome's back.

He was shrouded in the frenzy of light and flames, holding the Holy Spear high. Before the Holy Spear, all the music theories in the Shadow of Avalon were broken layer by layer and were about to collapse.

But at that moment.

Everything was silent.

The flame solidified in the air, the air wave stagnated in place, the cracks stopped spreading, and the roar stopped abruptly. Everything stopped abruptly in this sudden silence.

It was as if time had stopped.

But Charles stared at the rubble hovering in front of him, but he could only feel a fear from the bottom of his heart - at that moment, everything in the entire Shadow of Avalon stopped.

Forced to be nailed in place, unable to move.

Even the magnificent sea of ​​ether was frozen and frozen under this terrible majesty - this is the ultimate way of change, a terrifying power far beyond all human imagination.

In the dark vortex above everyone's head, a palm has slowly stretched out at some point.

It fell into the void.

Then, everything came to an abrupt end.

"It's over!"

"It's over!"

"It's over!"

The black musicians praised enthusiastically, cheered, danced, and offered blood and bones, water and soil, and the souls and lives they hunted for its arrival.

Decades of careful planning, consuming countless wealth and accumulation, Mapas's resolute sacrifice in exchange for the arrival of "power".

It was a terrible shadow cast from the ether world, an incarnation from the "abyss".

The source of all evil, the Lord of Darkness, the Mother of Chaos, the King of Destruction and Killing... The God who is the source of all darkness in this world - the Calamity. The Hundred-Eyed One!

The incarnation of God has come.

Thus, the world in the shadows played the wild song of destruction.