Crown of Silence

Chapter 313 Nothing more than that

There is no need to use your brain at all. Even a black musician can recognize what the guy is holding in his hand - the Holy Nail of the Silent Mechanism!

These days, the guys who carry this kind of singing supplies with them are either the 'ascetic monks' of the religious order's 'Ministry of Doctrine' or the silent musicians of the Holy City's 'Silent Organ'... But no matter which one they are, they are no better. Where to go!

The former one is an executioner trained with painstaking efforts by the Inquisition. The purpose of his existence is to tie all heretics to the stake. The latter... is the signature of the Silent Organization, the musician killer, a musician who specializes in hunting down musicians!

Whichever it is, it's terrible.

Even if this guy looks like a formal musician who has just advanced, in such an evil place, it would not be surprising if anything evil happens.

With their eyes in front of them, they would not relax or hesitate at this critical moment. Once they took action, they would go all out to cut him into pieces and burn him to ashes on the spot.

Otherwise, I might be the one who is burned to ashes.

Amidst the noisy, sharp, and hoarse chants, the roar exploded out of thin air.

The abyss wind tunnel was opened. Through the wind tunnel, one could see the ocean-like darkness raging inside, setting off a monstrous tide. Thick darkness spurted out from it, blocking the moonlight and swallowing everything.

In the darkness, the limbs of another ferocious beast flashed by, then shattered, and blood spurted out continuously, turning into a rain of blood. The light of iron wind, thunder and fire lit up and then extinguished, and the power of destruction burst out in the blink of an eye like a meteor. There is also a miserable green cursed fog, as well as layers of splitting rays.

Break down all illusions, barriers, and obstacles, seal off all escape spaces, leaving prey within with nowhere to escape, and then...

In the abyss wind tunnel, a huge bone-white palm condensed, stretched out, scratched the air, and made a loud thunderous sound.

I don’t know which summoning musician used his trump card to summon the mysterious existence from the etheric world at the cost of burning blood.

The huge hand with only one knuckle that was several meters long set off storms, thunder, fire and ice, and slammed down on the young man in the mist, and then clenched it with a roar.

The sound of boulders rubbing against each other is endless, and even pure steel and war fortresses will be shattered into pieces under the crushing force of the deep sea. Stone powder flew out, the scorched earth cracked, and a huge pit appeared on the earth.

Until the end, the giant bone-white hand disappeared without a trace, leaving a mess in the dark fog.

There was only the hoarse breathing sound of the black musicians. They recognized the chaotic ether fluctuations in it, and their eyes were puzzled:

"died?"

"I can't feel any breath..."

"There are no bones left."

The black musician sneered, "Humph, that's all."

"yes."

In the nightmare mist, there was a soft sigh, "It's just that."

At that moment, all the black musicians felt a cold air rush from their heels to the back of their heads, their expressions suddenly changed, and in shock, they took action again.

The nightmare mist surged and there were numerous demonic shadows.

At this time, they could no longer take care of all their trump cards and took action at the same time. But at the same time, there was a ray of pure white light coming out of the fog.

A light so clear, so pure, with no visible imperfections, it is not moonlight, it does not come from the sun, it does not belong anywhere in this world.

It's as if there really is a paradise in the dark, and God is sitting on his throne, shining with flawless brilliance. Wherever it passes, all powers are subdued, all demons are purified, and all heretics are subdued.

Within this light is the abode of God.

The light only flashed for a moment, and several black musicians screamed, their eyes were scorched, and they were burned into a pile of rubble and debris on the spot!

——You cannot look directly at this kind of light!

"Requiem!"

Someone covered their eyes and screamed: "Don't look at that light! That's from "Requiem"..."

"——Holy!"

In the dissipating nightmare mist, the young man stood in a beam of light, raised the brim of his hat, and smiled.

The thin layer of light covering his body blocked out all the filth and filth in this world, as if there was another world behind the light. All the power in this world is nothing but a mirror to it.

"This is a sanctuary created by God's own hands. This is a priceless sacrament..."

In the light, there seemed to be countless angels singing softly, "Holy! Holy! Holy!"

This is the movement engraved in the inheritance instrument of the 'Stone Heart School', "Holy" which is one of the roots of the Forbidden School!

That power is not manifested in wind, water, fire and earth, nor is it creation and destruction, but a pure realm composed of music theory, the prototype of all scepters, and the cornerstone of all realms.

Through the resonance of his own Xiaoyuan and the Elizabeth Tower, Ye Qingxuan finally borrowed the power of the Great Barrier of Avalon, and started the inheritance movement in the top hat with the same music theory and chanting.

As a result, after passing through the nine-layer ether sea, the realm from the ether realm covered the material realm. Following the origin of the song, it rewrote the rules, distorted the laws, and created a protected realm that was absolutely inviolable.

All movements that do not reach the scepter level cannot be interfered with.

From beginning to end, the biggest mistake the black musicians made was not expecting Ye Qingxuan to transfer the core of the barrier to his own heart!

At this moment, the entire Avalon Great Barrier became his source of power, providing him with endless ether.

As long as he was under the Elizabeth Tower, he would never be in danger of running out of power. Only the power of the Avalon Great Barrier could supply the terrifying consumption required by the "Holy" movement.

Every second, every moment, Ye Qingxuan could feel the terrifying amount of ether being put into the movement, maintaining this absolute realm.

Just as a node of the technical secondary school, he had an illusion that his soul was ignited by friction. Just guiding the power through the fine control of the Nine Heavens Ring had consumed all his energy.

But now...

"...Is it my turn?"

Towards the black musicians, Ye Qingxuan grinned, the long nails in his hands clanged, and the rapid melody and the roar of the horn suddenly burst out of thin air!

Under the Nine Heavens Ring, the magnificent melody echoed.

With the small source in his body as a fulcrum, Ye Qingxuan tried for the first time to consume the ether that had been alienated by himself, thereby touching the sea of ​​ether and trying to resonate with the world.

So, the world responded with a bang.

—— Cross-level performance!

For the first time, the "Night on the Barren Mountain" that reached the resonance level burst out from his hands. Through the fulcrum of "small source", Ye Qingxuan leveraged the majestic power from the sea of ​​ether.

The next moment, the black musicians who retreated quickly changed their colors.

Because the earth cracked, red flames gushed out from the cracks. As if opening the entrance to purgatory, all the sinners were involuntarily pulled towards the flames.

The rapid melody swirled and swayed in everyone's ears, and silver light suddenly burst out of thin air. Dozens of silver-cast long nails trembled, responding to the song that represented punishment.

The endless darkness seemed to solidify, trembling in the turbulent song, and then the horn roared and burst out. It was as if the black iron-cast stakes rose from the ground and wrapped around the black musicians.

The stakes were like a forest, interlaced and dense, blocking all exits.

Then, the silver-cast spikes whistled. The runes on them released blazing light. These alchemical weapons worth thousands of gold have now become disposable consumables, stimulating all their power in the blazing flames.

The sound of piercing rang out one after another, and all living creatures with demonic breath were cruelly pierced and nailed to the stakes, cutting off the connection between the ethers.

Then, frantic flames gushed out from the cracks in the ground.

The flames soared into the sky, burning the sky red amid the tragic wails one after another, and the fire of hell was burning vigorously.

This was the cornerstone of the great reputation of the "Ministry of Faith" when it was still called the "Inquisition". The stakes erected on the mountains and plains illuminated every dark night.

Using demons as firewood, they turned into an inextinguishable flame, announcing the arrival of dawn!

The judged will redeem their sins in the flames.

Otherwise, they will burn until the end of time!

With just a flick of a finger, the unlucky ghosts nailed to the stake were burned to ashes, their bodies turned into flames, blended into the music, and provided Ye Qingxuan with a constant supply of firepower.

The remaining black musicians stood together, resonating with each other, and constantly tried to fight back. But when the music theory of "Night on the Barren Mountain" was officially revealed, this place had become Ye Qingxuan's home court. How could he give them a chance to turn the tide?

The melody roared, pushing the music to its climax.

Ye Qingxuan moved forward, wielding the fire of judgment, and the flames rolled and flowed, burning towards the black musicians who were still hoping for a chance. Interrupting their attempts to gather ether and brew a counterattack.

Once the music theory of the forbidden school is formed, it will strongly repel the power of other schools, forming a repressive effect. With the unlimited supply of the Great Barrier, Ye Qingxuan really experienced the pleasure of defeating ten people with one force for the first time.

Although he would be beaten back to his original form after leaving the Elizabeth Tower, it did not prevent him from having fun here first and practicing with these black musicians!

He must hurry up, otherwise who knows how long his improvised Great Barrier can last...

"It's really scary."

In a small shadow, Naberis stared at the boy's back and whispered softly: "How deep is his accumulation? He just advanced to the official musician and touched the threshold of the resonance level... If it weren't for the 'barrier of knowledge and insight', I'm afraid it would be possible to upgrade directly across levels.

It's scary, too scary..."

He listened to the roaring melody in the boy's hands, his ears trembling, carefully distinguishing the faint beats in it, and his hands kept on quickly assembling pieces of metal muscles.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, let's forget about the head-on confrontation. This new body hasn't been transformed yet, so its combat power is not worth mentioning... But I'm a black musician, so I'll make a shameless sneak attack, will you mind?"