Crown of Silence

Chapter 362 A good start

He froze in place, staring blankly at the Hades Gate in front of him - it seemed that after hundreds of years, without the maintenance and regular inspection of future generations, the music theory matrix inside it had collapsed into a mess. The slightest interference from external forces would cause it to collapse rapidly.

The speed was so fast that it was unbelievable.

As the Hades Gate collapsed, shrill cracking sounds came one after another, and the violently attacking clay puppet army froze in place, then quickly melted and collapsed, returning to the mud and disappearing.

"Is this the end?"

"We won!"

"After all, it is an outdated puppet. Although there are many routines, they are too rigid. Once the rules are figured out, they will not pose any threat. No matter how many there are, they will not pose a threat."

"Is the underground palace open?"

In an instant, everyone's disturbing voices came, and they couldn't wait to get in front of the door, rubbing their hands and waiting to explore.

"Wait a minute! Don't be in a hurry."

Ye Qingxuan stopped in front of them, still feeling something was wrong: "Don't you feel something is wrong?"

In the midst of the clamor, some people looked serious and thoughtful, but others didn't take it seriously, just thinking that Ye Qingxuan was exaggerating and questioning.

Ye Qingxuan was speechless: he couldn't figure out: what went wrong. Even the "what's wrong" was just an inexplicable feeling.

Soon, the door roared and slowly opened.

Dust fell and landed on his hair, waking him up from his meditation.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, turned back in surprise, and frowned:

"Who opened it?"

No one responded.

In front of the door, Colt and Torre also looked at him in surprise. The three looked at each other and suddenly understood something. Their faces changed drastically and turned pale.

No one opened the door here.

In other words... the door was pushed open from the inside!

"——Tylus."

Just behind the door, in the darkness that seemed to be real, someone sang hoarsely.

The stinking miasma spread, and a tall, thin, dry figure staggered forward, with chains on his ankles, dragging on the ground, making a harsh sound.

The chains that seemed to be burned red rubbed against the ground, and sparks burst out.

"——Tylus!"

The voice that had suffered and was full of pain sang hoarsely: "You lie under the canopy of beech branches, and use your slender reed flute to try to play the clear song of the mountains and forests."

In the darkness, the hunched figure slowly straightened up, and the sound of the friction between the joints was like the sound of broken wood, full of pain. Just like that, he stepped into the hall outside the door, and his face was revealed in the light of the fire.

Under his feet, the painful chains were still singing loudly:

"Look at me--"

It sang: "Look at me! I am about to leave this beautiful hometown and go into exile, but you are still sitting in the shade!"

The flickering dim firelight illuminated its face, making people feel cold all over.

It was a skeleton that had already dried and decayed.

It walked out of the darkness, passed through the door of the underworld that was opened, and stepped into this solemn palace. The dry body was still wearing a pure white robe. Although the silver tattoo on it had broken and decayed, it still carried a strange solemnity.

Even though he was still shackled on his feet and became a prisoner.

Until now, everyone saw that there was nothing on his neck. And the severed head was held in his right hand.

Someone poured melted gold into his mouth, making his face unrecognizable and hideous, but his lips were still open and closed, chewing the blackened gold and hoarsely chanting "Pastoral Song".

In his left hand, he held a sacred and solemn scepter.

The scepter fell to the ground, making a clanging sound, like a whip in everyone's heart.

From the moment he stepped out of the Hades Gate, a huge wave of waves was set off in the sea of ​​ether, trembling with his hoarse singing.

It was not until now that Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized why the Hades Gate collapsed so easily - because the source of power of the Hades Gate has been connected to this skeleton!

Through the silent eyes, he could see that countless golden lights extending from the entire underground palace were wrapped around the skeleton - that was the music theory that should have been wrapped around the Hades Gate - at this moment, it was the core of the entire matrix, the controller of the Hades Gate!

Moreover, even without the external power, this ghost thing is enough to make people panic.

It is a complete...

"Saint's body!"

Someone finally recognized his origin, screamed, and staggered back: "Those lunatics! Those Romulans actually...actually made the saint's body into...such a ghost thing!"

Just in front of the gate, the saint's body that had been sealed for a hundred years dragged the shackles and slowly stepped forward.

In its hand, the head that sang the pastoral song seemed to sneer.

In the pupils, it was full of blazing anger.

It opened its mouth and roared silently.

The scepter fell.

——Bang!

Then, the roar of the landslide came as a call.

Like a waterfall falling from the sky, endless mud roared.

In the sound of the boiling mud, countless burly clay warriors walked out of it again.

The hundreds of clay warriors holding square shields and spears seemed to be marching from the underworld. At this moment, in the hall, they were half-kneeling on the ground, bowing to the 'prisoner' who walked out of the gate of the underworld. Head, with the purest respect.

Welcome their leader back again!

"Leader...that's it!"

Ye Qingxuan felt as if he had been struck by thunder, and his chaotic thoughts suddenly opened up: until now, he finally understood what was wrong.

In those Romulus phalanxes, there were spear throwers, harpooneers, warriors equipped with square shields and short swords... and even chariots! But there was only one thing missing.

They have always relied on established procedures and patterns to expel foreign invaders, but they have no leader, a commander to rule them.

And how much combat effectiveness can a legion without a commander exert?

Now, Ye Qingxuan finally understood why it was so easy to crack the Gate of Hades.

This is probably part of the design of those Romulus people who have long since died! When the core of the Gate of Hades determines that pure defense can no longer resist the intruder, the music theory changes will interrupt the defense, directing and injecting all power into the remains of the saints behind the Gate of Hades.

Immediately afterwards, when the intruder thought he had broken the restriction, he was ecstatic. The saint's body will walk out of the gate of Hades, leading the endless Romulus phalanx to kill all incoming enemies to ashes!

It’s all a routine! This full of scheming is simply vicious to the bone!

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his scalp was numb: those Romulus ghosts back then really tried their best to prevent others from digging up their graves after their death.

——What should we do now?

Those who can be called saints are undoubtedly strong men who are unparalleled in the world during their lifetime. It controls the wind and rain in the material world, and also has its own domain in the etheric world.

Although the power in the physical world has dissipated with the death of the saint, there is no doubt that the scepter still remains in the etheric world.

In other words, the corpse in front of you has at least created the master of the scepter! Moreover, with the continuous blessing of the alchemical matrix - the Gate of Hades - spread throughout the underground palace, the power can be said to be inexhaustible.

In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the skeleton was simply a huge whirlpool. In addition to the dazzling light like a scorching sun on his right hand and in his skull, the 'scepter' on his left hand was also entangled with countless music theories.

——Chapter of Fate!

That is a unique piece of music written by all the hearts, souls and wills of the saint before his death!

In full view of everyone, the saint's body straightened up and slowly raised the cracked scepter. Then, the mighty horn sound came from the void, and the sacred realm was about to descend here.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's cane suddenly fell to the ground, and the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant burst out with a cold and sharp sound.

From the backpack, dozens of silver nails shot out, and countless chains intertwined out of thin air, turning into a snare and tightening, locking the saint's body in place.

In the blink of an eye, cracks appeared on the chain, and Ye Qingxuan felt that what he was bound to was not a dead thing, but an active volcano. Just the force of the counter-shock made his vision go dark and blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the silver nails piercing the saint's body silently turned to dust, and the chains fell apart.

What Ye Qingxuan wants to bind is not a separate body. What he is fighting is a realm descending from the etheric realm, the power of miracles summoned by the Chapter of Destiny.

It's like confronting the entire Shadow of Avalon...

It's like a mantis trying to use its arms as a cart.

Ridiculous and ridiculous.

And at this moment, everyone finally realized what kind of enemy they were facing.

No need to hesitate.

No need to shout.

No communication is required.

At that moment, everyone woke up their instruments in unison and released their strongest destructive music towards the skeleton!

If you stay dumbfounded and let this ghost fully unfold the scepter, then there will be a one-sided killing... Just think about it with your toes and you can think of hundreds of horrible death situations!

For a third-level or fourth-level musician, trying to fight against a saint in the domain of a saint is as hopeless and futile as a chicken fighting against a butcher on a chopping board.

That is qualitative crushing.

No matter how fast the chicken claws were swung, they could never compare to the decapitated kitchen knife.

Therefore, if you want to struggle for a way out, do it before being put on the chopping board!

In an instant, frantic movements continued to sound, and those intense melodies collided, resonating with the sea of ​​ether, evolving into a blazing light of destruction.

Earth fire surges, thunder shines...

In the roar, countless blazing streams of light fell from the sky, completely covering the strange saint's body.