Crown of Silence

Chapter 377 Opponent

"Where is the master?"

In response, 'Barro' just sneered and did not answer.

"What did you prepare at the North Hotel? Traps? Or ambushes?" Samuel stared at him intently: "Tell me about it, I'm quite interested."

"There's nothing interesting, it's just a transformation ritual."

'Barro' pursed his lips and chuckled: "After all, you are all elites of the new generation. My Lord is eager to seek talents, so how could he do such a thing that would kill people and ruin the scenery?

The Praise of Destruction is not a bandit who only knows how to kill and set fire. The more companions the better, especially elites like Mr. Samuel..."

Before he finished speaking, a scream sounded in the distance.

Dozens of frantic abyss fluctuations appeared, and then a bloody head was thrown back.

'Barro' looked at Samuel, as if he saw him making a gesture behind his back, and smiled meaningfully: "Do you have anything else to ask? I will definitely tell you everything I know."

Samuel's expression darkened.

Those who wanted to escape were also stunned, with despair in their eyes.

"Although the purpose is not pure, after all, I escorted everyone all the way here, right? Why would someone leave without even saying thank you? It makes me so sad."

He reached out and picked up the head on the ground, and his fingers playfully moved the lips of the dead, and said to everyone with a gentle face: "Come, read with me-thank you."

"..."

No one responded, and in the silence, someone finally made up his mind and jumped up: "I will stop them! Everyone go separately..."

Before he finished speaking, his whole body went away separately.

Broken into pieces, blood rain splashed, falling on everyone's pale face.

"Go?"

'Barro' pursed his lips and smiled: "We've arrived, where else do you want to go?"

The blood was broken like rain, as if it would never end.

In the washing of the blood, the illusion was broken, and the burning town and the ruins quickly dissipated. In the end, only the hall full of blood was left.

In the northern inn that had turned into a demon's nest, the corpses of the dead were everywhere.

Around the huge alchemical matrix, sixteen black musicians blew away the melody, playing the cold dark music, performing sacrifices and praises. The fleeing "sacrifices" stood in the alchemical matrix.

It was as if the black breath bound them and they could not move.

And those who "died" on the way had long been thrown onto the altar, slowly transformed into the dark race, and soon, a "newborn" with a **** crawled out of the blood pool.

The black musicians waiting nearby called out the names of their kind and put on a pure black robe for them.

"The reincarnation ceremony has been prepared."

The "faceless actor" finally showed his true appearance, exposing his empty face with a smile on his face, and opened his arms to the chaotic musicians:

"Now, what do you think?"

Everyone looked pale, looking around at the hideous demons around them, unable to move. But among the group of demons, several familiar faces emerged.

"Asa?! How could it be you? And Lorenzo..." Someone was stunned: "Aren't you dead?"

In the team, a female musician with half of her face burned by flames screamed, looking at the familiar face behind the crowd: "Benny! How... why are you still alive..."

Those who reappeared were all musicians who died in the attack, and some even died in front of their friends, and their bodies were buried. But now, they reappeared here, just like before.

"Illusion!"

Someone roared: "This is an illusion!"

Miller finally reacted and subconsciously looked at his teammate next to him, the musician from a famous illusion family, but the musician's face was bloodless and full of dejection.

After crushing an eyeball ruthlessly, he was stunned for a long time and shook his head slowly.

"It's actually... true?!"

It's true...

"Anna."

Among the black musicians, the man named Benny looked at his lover tenderly: "We finally meet again, this is all God's gift. Please don't doubt it, do you still remember the scene when we first met? At that time we..."

The more he said, the more incredible Anna's expression became, until finally, tears burst out of her eyes. She staggered back, covering her face that was burned to a char, and sobbed in embarrassment:

"Don't look at me, dear, I'm already... I couldn't save you, I'm sorry!"

"All the pain is just an appearance, don't care. Dear, we have met again." Benny opened his arms and waved to her, his eyes full of tenderness:

"Come here, my girl, come here, come to me."

Anna hesitated for a moment, walked over carefully, hugged Benny, and the two kissed affectionately. The love in Benny's eyes was not false at all. Anna seemed to have finally confirmed that the lover in front of her was not an illusion, and she cried excitedly.

Benny whispered something to her, and soon, she made up her mind, took off her clothes, and walked onto the altar.

Amid the crowd's scolding, she walked into the core of the transformation ceremony.

But soon, under the persuasion of the resurrected relatives and friends, the musicians walked onto the altar willingly one by one. The faceless musician hugged the people who came up one by one, welcoming them to join.

Until the end, he looked at Samuel, whose half body was scorched.

"Mr. Samuel, you are the person personally named by Captain Crowley. Now you must have witnessed my Lord's power to reverse life and death. Why are you still unwilling to face reality?"

The faceless musician stood in front of him, looking down at him: "Is it worth humiliating to bow before the truth? What about you, Mr. Miller, the Psalm School has always been the cradle of our black musicians, don't you think Not interested in the transformation between life and death?

Just lower your head and you will see the treasures our Lord has given you. "

Miller's lips were pale and trembling. He stood in front of Samuel and just looked at the faceless musician with a hoarse voice: "Your god is not my god."

"How can the clay and wood sculptures you worship compare to the great being?"

The faceless musician's expression became cold and he raised his hand: "I'm sorry then, you only have one chance."

Miller closed his eyes and suffered death, but the hand did not fall off and was held by another person.

"Wait a minute, Will."

The visitor stopped his companions and said calmly: "Let me tell them."

"Then... I leave it to you."

Will glanced at the visitor and took a step back with a half-smile. So the visitor turned around and took off his mask, revealing a familiar face.

"—Barlow!"

Miller was stunned, and even Samuel's gloomy eyes flashed with astonishment.

"it's me."

Barlow smiled, but his expression was extremely quiet and peaceful. There was no bloodshot eyes or any mania in his eyes. He looked like a quiet and gentle young man, no longer troubled by animalistic nature.

"Not seeing each other for a few hours feels like years." He asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Miller's expression changed, and he staggered back, as if he wanted to say something, but kept silent.

Samuel looked at him coldly, as if looking at something abominable.

"Barlow, you are already dead," he said. "Dead people should not crawl out of their graves."

"Are you worried that I'm lying?"

Barlow stepped forward: "Don't worry about me, Samuel, I'm fine now. I'm not dead. Will really made me see the real power...

Do you still remember when we first met three years ago? At that time, I..."

"You looked much more normal back then than you do now."

"That's because I'm normal now."

Barlow laughed: "I no longer feel the troubles of anger and mania. The feeling of calmness is really wonderful. I have surrendered the restless beast in my heart. This is all a gift from His Majesty."

Now I have regained..."

laugh!

Blood spurts out.

From Barlow's heart.

A dagger emerged from Samuel's hand, as if it had been practiced thousands of times. It was obviously too weak to move, but in a hurry, it was still incredibly fast.

He pulled out the dagger from his boot, turned his wrist, and sent it forward. The light of the knife was like a fish swimming in the air, sinking into his chest and into his heart, splashing red water.

Blood spurted out on Samuel's face.

"I...I...I am...ho...hoho..."

Barlow looked at Samuel blankly and wanted to say something, but the blood poured into his lungs. He was speechless and fell to his knees.

Samuel pulled out his dagger and made another cut on his throat.

Barlow fell to the ground, and at the last moment, he stared blankly at Samuel in front of him, his dull eyes reflecting the blood-stained face.

"Sorry, Barlow."

Samuel just sat on the ground, lowering his eyes, "Since you didn't die in the fight, I hope you can die in shame. At least, you will still be like the original you..."

"Samuel!"

Will was stunned, unable to react, and said angrily: "What the hell did you do! That's your friend! He came back from the dead just to see you again!"

"He is not my friend."

Samuel raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes as cold as iron: "Not from the beginning."

"you……"

"Friends? How could he possibly have friends?"

Samuel raised his hand, smoothed Barlow's eyes, and said in a soft voice: "A paranoid like him only has eyes for victory and defeat, strength and weakness. I'm afraid such a thing as friendship has never existed, right?

He is my recognized opponent, and it is up to me to defeat the enemy with my own hands. From the first time I met him three years ago, I thought so, and so did he.

Even if you don't take action, before the trial is over, he will definitely challenge me, uprightly, like a real musician, even if it means life or death.

In order to challenge me, he chose this crazy path, but now he looks so weak, but it makes me feel sad for him and feel...disgusting! "

"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"

Will laughed angrily, "In that case, there is no need to keep you."

Snapped!

He flashed like a phantom, stretched out his hand, and opened Samuel's chest with his sharp finger bones, and suddenly penetrated from behind. In his hand, the heart squeezed out from the fingertips like mud, and blood spurted out.

Samuel was hung up by the Faceless Musician, like a burnt tattered doll, left to be played with. But the blood was like tears, sliding down his cheeks.

Like crying.

He closed his eyes, letting the blood and tears fall, and the last sound was cut off. But in that broken chest, there was the sound of burning fire.

"You know what? I've been waiting for him to challenge me..."

The dead man's pupils opened again, and they were as red as lava. In those eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation, no anger, and no gloom.

They were just burning like fire.

The burning alone made people feel terrified.

"——I have waited for this day for three years!"

At that moment, the Copper Mountain roared!