Crown of Silence

Chapter 342: Retreat in the face of difficulties?

Late at night, under the same heavy rain.

Around the Auschwitz gathering area, the gray walls are towering and covered by dark clouds. Between heaven and earth, there is darkness, without stars and moonlight.

Only heavy rain.

Through the slightly opened city gate, you can see countless raindrops falling from the sky, and the dim lights in the gathering area.

The city gate is dozens of meters high, as if it is made of steel. After years of wind and rain, it is covered with rust and has lost its repair. It has long been difficult to push.

It can only barely open a gap of more than two meters wide for people to enter and exit.

In the rain, the light is dim.

The dim light illuminates several figures standing at several doorways.

Their costumes are different, as if they come from all over the world. The only thing in common is the ether fluctuations that are almost condensed into substance on their bodies, and the uncompromising hostility.

Even though they had stopped fighting and were barely standing together, their eyes were full of fighting intent.

It was foreseeable that if even one person had a slight intention, everyone would fight without hesitation in the next moment.

But now, everyone maintained the most basic restraint and did not suddenly turn against each other.

To be precise, they were all participants in this Auschwitz trial.

The strongest among the musicians who successfully arrived in Auschwitz alive.

The others seemed to die, retreat, and escape.

Those who could survive here were the elites of the young generation of major schools around the world, geniuses, and represented the dignity and pride of the school itself. Putting aside the musicians who have already achieved success and made great achievements, those who came here twenty years later will be the backbone of the next generation of musicians.

What they represent is the future of each school.

Because of this, they would try to restrain themselves before the trial began, and even to some extent... "unite" to reduce some troubles for future trials.

According to the original words of the proposer, 'Colt Flagg':

- It's not easy for everyone to get here all the way, why add new opponents?

Among the popular candidates for this trial, many people were persuaded by him and came here. The purpose is to exclude all variables from Auschwitz as much as possible before the final deadline for participating in the trial.

In short, it is to make the unqualified latecomers retreat in the face of difficulties.

The participants include the representative musician from the Rock Iron Academy, 'Colt Flagg' of the Revelation School, 'Paul Bunyan', the chant musician from the Overseas Islands, the summoning musicians Hauser brothers from Burgundy, Ariana from the famous family of the Psychology School, and Rebecca, the representative of the Voodoo Crypt of the Illusion School, etc.

When ordinary people see this lineup, I'm afraid the wiser ones will turn around and leave. If you don't leave, it doesn't matter. You will just be invited to compete with each other before entering Auschwitz.

After entering Auschwitz, musicians are forbidden to fight privately, so isn't it good to decide the winner before entering?

Of course, there is still a sense of propriety.

Stop at the right time, and it won't hurt lives like a surprise assassination in the wilderness.

"After all, everything is under the supervision of the Holy City."

Someone in the team raised his head and looked at the clouds in the sky with a smile.

-

In the dark clouds, lightning and thunder roared, and heavy rain fell.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning passed by, illuminating several figures flying in the sky.

Their postures were different, as if they came from different places. The same thing was that everyone exuded a strong ether wave, which faintly distorted the material world, changed its rules, and transformed it into the realm of ether.

Scepter.

Standing here, all are scepter-level!

In this solemn atmosphere, someone suddenly sneezed, and in a somewhat embarrassed manner, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and washed his nose.

"Sorry, this damn place is too cold. I should have worn something thicker." As he spoke, he looked down at the gathering area under his feet: "It's almost eleven o'clock, and it's not over yet? These naughty kids don't know how to sleep. What are they doing in the middle of the night? Are they going to have a nude PATTY?" Someone next to him glared at him coldly: "Twelve o'clock is the final deadline. After twelve o'clock tonight, no other musicians are allowed to enter the Auschwitz trial." "Yes, yes, I understand. Thank you for your hard work." The guy who had appeared in Maxwell's office washed his nose and complained in a low voice: "It's so sad, I just messed around! I was sent to this damn place to be a nanny to avoid the limelight - you see, these naughty kids, each one is more difficult than the other, and they keep causing trouble for us in the middle of the night. Why don't we let them go and go back to sleep?" There was silence, and no one paid attention to him. Among the figures, a man in oriental clothing turned around and comforted with a smile: "When God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first make him suffer. Sir, why don't you wait patiently?

After all, your representative from Anglo has not arrived yet."

"Mr. Hu, are you talking about the white-haired kid?"

The mysterious man put the handkerchief in his pocket and sighed regretfully: "He hasn't arrived yet, maybe he has died on the road."

"I'm quite optimistic about him." Mr. Hu smiled.

"What about the children in your family? They will be sad to hear what you said."

Mr. Hu was still smiling: "Anyway, the Imperial College asked me to lead the team to Auschwitz, just to increase the knowledge of these little guys. We can just watch the excitement."

Among the several figures, someone glanced at him and shook his head coldly: "Undisciplined."

Mr. Hu just smiled and sang at the top of his voice: "I am originally from Wollongong..."

"..."

There was a moment of unspeakable embarrassment, and everyone looked away and pretended not to hear.

In the long silence, someone suddenly raised his eyes:

"--somebody is coming."

-

"somebody is coming!"

In the thick rainstorm, Colt Flagg suddenly raised his eyes. The mark he planted at the end of the road was triggered, and he sensed someone coming on horseback, breaking through the heavy rain.

Behind him, there was a faint shadow of a huge whale. The violent storm could not stop it, but instead became its assistant, making him roar like flying.

The terrifyingly huge shadow wandered between the sea and the sky, emitting a long and heavy whale song. The whale song shattered the rain curtain and called the world an ocean.

Sensing the faint hostility coming from the direction of the city gate, the musician on horseback sneered and increased his speed. The whale sings, setting off rolling echoes.

"Summoning school?"

Colt discerned the animality in it: "It looks like he is very accomplished."

"It just looks scary."

A hoarse voice said: "Beast nature doesn't just need to be big. To push the limits of beast nature regardless of the limit and expand the whale to such a ridiculous level can only be said to be... superficial."

The person at the back of the group of speakers was like twins, two people standing side by side. One of them spoke, and the other never made a sound from beginning to end.

Those were the musicians from Burgundy, the Hauser brothers, and the speaker was his brother Torre.

He lowered his head and said something to his brother Casper beside him. Casper nodded. Under the hood of the heavy poncho, he opened his lips, took a deep breath, and roared wildly.

Thunder broke out in the sky.

boom!

The giant whale loomed for a while, whining, and the rain rolled down the sky. The giant whale fell apart and burst into pieces. The musician on the horse was thrown off the horse by the sudden backlash and rolled in the mud.

By the end, blood was gushing from his features, he was twitching, and he could barely get up.

- Confused heart sounds.

In the mud, the musician struggled until he was exhausted and unable to move. He tried to raise his head, only to see a traveler approaching not far away.

Someone else is coming.

Seeing the miserable condition of the musician, the traveler who had just arrived was stunned and raised his head to look at the city gate. Thousands of meters away, he sensed the real hostility, and then...

Then, I got excited!

He took a step forward.

boom!

An earth-shattering noise erupted from beneath his feet.

The man moved forward, drummed up his heart, awakened his instruments, and then... the earth shook!

"'Copper Mountain'?"

Many of the musicians at the door recognized this instrument, and their expressions changed: "How can anyone get the approval of a Holy Spirit relic of this level?"

The roar of the earth and the mountains was approaching, and the massive ether rubbed against each other, bursting out electric light, almost evaporating the rainwater, and blurring the figure.

Every step that figure took was like a collision between a copper mountain and an iron drum, causing a roaring echo that was deafening.

But such a huge amount of ether and crazy changes are tightly constrained in the 'formula', and they can vent their anger in a prescribed way and cannot break free.

It is unimaginable that such a huge power can be controlled by one person.

"interesting."

In front of the door, a musician from a different faction raised his head and suddenly pressed his palm down, and a roaring sound burst out from between his five fingers. The majestic and turbulent melody suddenly arose, and the sound of the earth shaking and the mountains colliding together in the air.

The rain curtain was turbulent, and the massive amounts of rainwater vaporized and evaporated. But after the collision, the sound of earth-shaking footsteps was still moving forward. But the face of the challenger in front of the door changed and he staggered back.

He gasped violently, but coughed up blood.

His face was pale.

It didn't even count as a round. He was completely defeated in the test from a distance!

Everyone's expression changed.

“There is no trace of resorting to the power of the Holy Spirit.”

Colt Flagg's voice was hoarse: "Unexpectedly, the person who came turned out to be a strong man who relied on his own will to overcome the barriers of knowledge and vision, and was recognized by the Holy Spirit's will."

"Finally someone comes to challenge me!"

Amidst the gradual roar, the visitor looked excited, his slightly dark skin, and his eyes sparkling: "Is anyone going to fight? Come on, come on..."

"Samuel?"

Colt was stunned for a moment, and his eyes immediately darkened: "Why is this hammer of yours...Aren't you still practicing hard in the lava dungeon?"

Why is this guy here?

Colt felt a toothache.