Crown of Silence

Chapter 382 The Master of Justice

Now that the position has been destroyed, the only solution for now is to risk sneaking into the mine, relying on the complex underground mine tunnels to evade search, and following the clues Ye Qingxuan said, try to find the secret room left by the Yellow King.

This is the best solution for today, and it is now close to success.

But the closer he got to success, the more humiliated Colt felt.

This was a method that he originally dismissed with disdain, but now reality has proven that Ye Qingxuan is right, that damn half-trick that can't even learn from the Revelation School is actually right!

So, who is at fault?

Colt's expression twitched.

That guy not only lowered everyone's morale with his scaremongering, but he also took the lead in escaping the moment the war started, causing all the musicians to flee with them...

If they had stayed to resist, how could so many of them have been almost wiped out by that damn black musician!

He lowered his head, looking ashen in the shadows.

Ever since Master Heisenberg came back from Angelou, he had lost all the admiration and admiration he had for himself in the past and became cold and distant. Even if I break through the barriers of knowledge, make various breakthroughs, and try every means to prove my talent, all I can get in exchange is four words.

‘There will be no successor’.

"I really envy Abraham."

He still remembered that that day, Master Heisenberg whispered softly: "If I had such an heir, the school of secret keepers would surely be able to flourish, right?"

Carry forward...

From that day on, the secret keeper's future star has dimmed because a dark cloud called 'Ye Qingxuan' hangs over his head. No matter where he went, these three words always followed him like a shadow, lingering in his ears like a nightmare.

Then, take away everything he has!

"This is the smell of jealousy, can you smell it?"

Behind him, a blurry face slowly stretched out from the shadows, and breathed slowly and deeply into his ear, his eyes intoxicated: "This sweet and thick scent is like fine wine... I haven't encountered it in many years."

Behind the sluggish Colt, Crowley walked out of the shadows, gently pressed his shoulder, his tone was soft and curious: "Young man, it's obvious that you have not fallen, but why is the darkness in your heart as deep as the sea?"

"I……"

Colt looked at him blankly, but in his sleeves, he quietly reached into his arms and grasped the handle of the knife tightly, and then tightened it again, until finally, he was unable to let go.

"What are you afraid of? Me? Or...others?"

Crowley smiled meaningfully.

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on Colt's forehead, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I see... Rock and Iron Academy? Why bother to be a bunch of old gatekeepers?"

He paused and looked down at the astonished Colt:

"——I promise you that in five years' time, you will be the 'chief' of 'Praise of Destruction'."

In the silence, Colt seemed to have been drained of all his strength and collapsed on the ground, covered in cold sweat. He looked at Crowley, but there was no reflection in his eyes, only a deep darkness.

It's like finding your own essence from the darkness.

He bowed his head deeply.

——

It was at that moment that Ye Qingxuan and Torrey, who were shocked by Long's power, looked at each other.

Behind them, there was no sound in the broken formation. In the induction, there was only a dancing and squirming shadow. The shadow seemed to condense into a vague human shape, waving thousands of hands and moving hundreds of feet, meandering towards them.

——Can’t delay it any longer!

At that moment, Torre's finger flicked and pressed into the void, causing the void to shake violently.

On his body, the gray robe stained with blood suddenly expanded, revealing a fiery light. In the light, the blood and ashes twisted, burned, and turned into flames.

A hoarse chant sounded from Torre's mouth, guiding the ether to descend here. Then, in the dark night sky, a star shone brightly and slowly rose.

——Heralds the arrival of the divine!

The strange young man suddenly raised his eyes, and a murderous intention flashed in his eyes. The invisible dragon's power tore through the air, like a white tornado sweeping towards Torre. Wherever it passed, everything was involved. The iron and stone were turned into pieces.

Torre closed his eyes and lowered his head, praying softly.

"Who can withstand the day of his coming? Who can stand when he appears? For he is like a refiner's fire, and like a bleacher's alkali..."

Amidst the sacred chants, thousands of rays of light descended from the sky, illuminating all the darkness and falling on everyone. Ye Qingxuan was completely fine, but the strange young man was shaken all over and was almost pressed to the ground.

Longwei, dissipate!

Because all the ether is forced to gather in that light. It's like the tide of clouds and the moon awakening the power of "Tai Yi", transforming into the sole master of ether, driving away all noises and extinguishing the sounds of evil spirits and heretics.

This is "Messiah", a piece of music that heralds the coming of God to earth and the coming of the kingdom of heaven!

This is the expertise of the discipline musicians. In order to gain insight into the laws and essence of the ether, the musicians created the discipline method in the Forbidden School, thereby gaining a glimpse of the laws of the flow of all things, and naturally also understood the method of restraint.

The same is true when facing changes, the same is true when facing illusions, and the same is true when facing dragon power.

But even for discipline musicians, playing "Messiah" at the resonance level is too dangerous. Now, just reciting the prologue caused Torre's whole body to burn, his skin torn apart, and two lines of miserable blood and tears left in his eyes.

The light suddenly flashed, but flickered again, like a candle in the wind, shaking about to be extinguished.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan did not waste the precious opportunity that Torre had bought for him. The Jiuxiao ring pendant in his hand suddenly unfolded, and the strings crisscrossed and played loudly.

——Xiaoyuan, start!

As a result, layers of thunder and lightning intertwined and shot out, inscribing a complex and huge movement in the void. The thunder and light movement changed with the melody, and in an instant, the image of a bright moon emerged, rising from behind Ye Qingxuan. .

The sound of the piano passed through the minor sequence, the major sequence, and jumped to the "zhengsheng". It still did not stop, taking Han, calling the ghost, dying, making energy, returning to the soul... until the tenth of the "zhengsheng" Section eight.

——Throw the sword!

""Moonlight" is a chapter of destiny that the teacher could not complete even if he stepped into the scepter, and it contains his painstaking efforts. Although the "Sword Throwing" section sounds like an elegant and peerless sound, it must have ten steps to kill in his heart. "Determination."

This is what Laura once said to Ye Qingxuan: "It should be like a white rainbow piercing the sun, like a comet striking the moon, and like a goshawk striking the temple. The murderous intention in the teacher's heart back then is all contained in this section."

As a result, the bright moon was suddenly covered with darkness, which was like an iron curtain-like black cloud. The black clouds rippled, as if they were in a storm, setting off a frenzy.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Throw the sword!

The moonlight broke through the clouds and fell like a sword blade!

The frost-like rays of light criss-crossed, leaving nothing injured wherever it passed, but its meaning suddenly dispersed, and all the tragic, terrifying, desolate or decadent atmosphere disappeared.

Only this fleeting moonlight sword remained.

The moonlight breaks through the sky!

At that moment, the young man's body shook and he forcibly broke away from the Messiah's light. Torre vomited blood and staggered back. And the young man who had a premonition of crisis suddenly raised his head, the golden light in his eyes was blazing, and layers of scales suddenly appeared on his limbs. His sharp fingers could crack iron and stone. Before the moonlight fell, he roared towards Ye Qingxuan.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and let out an angry roar.

"——Mordred, do you dare to disobey me!"

That voice was nothing like him, hoarse and low, as if it contained endless madness and rage - it was the echo that had been lingering in the Shadow of Avalon for hundreds of years, the roar of Mad King Arthur!

In Shadow of Avalon, that voice brought such a huge crisis and fright to Ye Qingxuan. Because of this, he knew it by heart.

And as the voice sounded, Ye Qingxuan's heart - the core of the Great Barrier of Avalon - Xiao Yuan exuded the aura from the Kingdom of Shadows.

"ah!!!"

At that moment, a horrified scream sounded.

The young man's movements stopped suddenly, his face full of horror, as if he had been swallowed by a nightmare. He screamed insanely and crawled out backwards using his hands and feet, even if there was a fatal moonlight sword slashing down from behind!

Silently, the moonlight blade was lightly cut from his shoulder, pierced straight into his chest, and pinned him to the ground.

When the cold moonlight entered his body, it instantly spread, blended into his blood, and turned into countless small blades, eroding the blood, destroying the internal organs, and turning him into ashes from the inside out.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

On the ground, the young man named Mordred was rolling all over the ground, squirming hard, scratching his chest, tearing open his own flesh and blood, trying to fish out the empty moonlight. But the bits and pieces of cold moonlight were entangled in his body, turning his internal organs into ashes again and again, even if they were destroyed and reborn.

Just like a real child, he was rolling on the ground in pain, and he didn't even dare to have any thoughts of resistance and madness.

"Dad, stop beating me... I was wrong, Dad, I was wrong... Don't lock me up anymore, I'm so scared..."

Mordred whined, rolled on the ground, hugged the report, and cried bitterly: "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Don't hit me, dad, it hurts so much in my head..."

"Let's go!"

Ye Qingxuan threw Casper on the ground to Miller, picked up Torre, and ran away.

Before he had gone far, he heard Mordred roaring madly not far behind him:

"——I'm going to kill you, dad! I'm going to kill you!!!"

The dragon's power turned into lightning of destruction and soared into the sky!

In that flash of lightning, Mordred transformed into a strange half-dragon form, lowered his head, and the dragon's breath spurted out from his mouth. That is the destructive nature of Long Wei, and even he cannot resist it.

In an instant, half of his body was annihilated into ashes along with the moonlight, but quickly, his flesh and blood grew and his bones proliferated. The power from the blood of the red dragon gave him endless life and made him even more crazy!

"Let's go separately!"

Ye Qingxuan only had time to put his pocket bag into Miller's hand: "Don't worry about me, go to the mine! The methods and props for opening the secret room are all in there! I'll get rid of that monster and join you!"

Without waiting for Miller to react, he activated the Rendu Armor and rushed in the other direction.

And the biting murderous intent followed him, roaring.

In just an instant, he heard a series of broken sounds, which were the roar of the furious Mordred breaking through layers of obstacles. Along the way, the demons and walls that were in his way were completely torn apart by the dragon's power surrounding him.

Ye Qingxuan looked back, but his hair almost stood up in fear.

Mordred, who had completely transformed into a half-dragon, used his hands and feet to chase after him, his eyes blood red.

"Don't go, Dad!"

It roared crazily: "Let me kill you! Let me kill you! I must... kill! You!!!"

Bang!

Ye Qingxuan felt his eyes go dark, and he flew out involuntarily. In the air, he felt that he had been attacked at least dozens of times, and each time was enough to make him shatter into pieces and turn into flesh.

If "Holy" hadn't been launched in a hurry to prevent him from trouble, he would have turned into a rain of blood and splashed on the soil of Auschwitz. He doesn't know whether he will be able to grow from this land in the coming year. Green weeds.

Before he could think about it, he hit the ground, rolled over, and finally crashed into the ruins, falling into the burning residence.

The next moment, the flames were extinguished by the dragon power around Mordred.

The furious Mordred picked up Ye Qingxuan, his red eyes filled with murderous intent, and raised his other hand to grab his face.

Once caught, his bones and flesh will turn into mud!

"Xiao Mo..."

At that moment, a hand stretched out from the darkness, pressed on the back of its head, and gently said: "Stop."

Then, the claws suddenly stopped.

Mordred was suddenly released from the state of dragon transformation, lost all strength, and fell limply to the ground, with empty eyes, like a broken doll.

The hooded musician walked out of the shadows, holding Mordred's collar as if he was carrying his own pet. He looked down at Ye Qingxuan's embarrassed appearance and marveled.

"We meet each other everywhere in life. My best friend, you will always surprise me."

"Each other..."

Ye Qingxuan choked and gasped, looking up at this extremely familiar 'old friend': "Naberis, aren't you already dead?"

"The musician's stage is too cruel, my friend. Suspended death is a necessary skill for every important role. It just so happens that I always get full marks in this aspect."

Naberis opened his hood, revealing a familiar face and raised his brows:

"——How about it? Have you ever felt surprised?"

"...Surprise your mother's legs." Ye Qingxuan weakly cursed: "Why are you making trouble everywhere? Are you bothered!"

Naberis sighed and scratched his head in embarrassment: "There is really no way. The Abyss is short of people recently. It just so happens that I am short of money, so I can only come to work."

At this point, he changed the topic and his expression became cheerful: "It's just that compared with the destruction we caused before, this time we are high-sounding righteous forces!"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but want to sneer after hearing this.

"Justice? When will it be Black Musician's turn to talk to me about justice? Is turning people into monsters justice?"

Naberis looked at him with a half-smile, with a strange expression:

"You...don't think that no one noticed the little tricks the Holy City played against Auschwitz, right? Who do you think is the one who invited us here to rescue the Romulus people from the fire and water?"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

He guessed the answer.

But couldn't believe it.

"Yes! The answer is..."

Naberis said the name with joy:

"——The elder of Auschwitz, the last sage of the Romulans: Caligula!"