Crown of Silence

Chapter 389 Ying Kui

There was something in Naberis's words, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't tell whether it was a loyal reminder or a lie to sow discord, but something inexplicably flashed through his mind, like inspiration, and he couldn't catch it and couldn't remember it.

While they were meditating, the Templars surrounded them.

The leading knight raised his hand, and the other knights put away their weapons and guarded the surroundings. The knight stepped forward and looked at his iconic silver hair:

"The representative of the Angelus School, Ye Qingxuan?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "It's me."

"Very good." The knight nodded, turned his head and reported in a low voice to the lion's head crest on his shoulder armor: "We have found Ye Qingxuan and a little girl from Romulus."

A vague voice came from the lion's head coat of arms, noisy and low. The knight nodded:

"clear."

"This place is too chaotic. Please leave with me. The Knights have established a safe zone outside." The knight said, "Leave the rest to the Knights."

To be honest, Ye Qingxuan couldn't ask for it.

After finding the survivors, the knights formed two teams. One team continued to perform the mission, and the other three-person team left the town with Ye Qingxuan and Elsa.

There were no dangers along the way, and soon they passed through the collapsed city wall and left the center of the battlefield.

On the ruins, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the battlefield shrouded in smoke and fire, feeling as if he was in another world.

Soon, the refugee camp in the safe zone arrived. Injured musicians and wailing could be seen everywhere, and chanting musicians dressed in white walked among them.

Several medical staff came forward and took Elsa for examination. But another knight waiting in front of the door walked towards Ye Qingxuan.

He wore green-gold armor, which was much slimmer than his colleagues, sacrificing a lot of defense in order to improve agility.

This is the messenger knight who conveys the commander's order. He showed his identity certificate, and after Ye Qingxuan checked it, he led the way:

"Please come with me, Commander, I want to see you."

"see me?"

"You are the musician we found who has gone deepest into the battlefield. Maybe we want to find you to know the specific situation of those black musicians." The knight did not say much, but just made a gesture to guide the way again:

"plz follow me."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged and was about to follow when he heard a scream coming from the distance.

He was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly changed. It was Elsa's voice.

He ignored the knight and walked towards the direction where the scream came from. In front of the door of the medical room, the two knights saw the young man coming forcefully and stretched out their hands to stop them, but failed.

The moment the mirror's phantom dissipated, Ye Qingxuan kicked open the door. Then he looked at the cold infirmary and Elsa fixed on the operating table.

Under the cold shadowless light, the three doctors looked back at him and frowned.

"What do you want to do!"

Ye Qingxuan pushed away the assistant who came up and glared at the doctors: "She's just a little girl!"

"She is a Romulus."

Behind him, the messenger knight made a voice:

"——She is the only normal Romulus we have found in Auschwitz so far. All the others have been cocooned and demonized, and we must ensure that she is not infected..."

"so what?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a gloomy expression: "So she should lie on the operating table and be dissected? She can't even remember her own memory clearly. Do you think you can find anything?"

"Listen, Ye Qingxuan, don't get excited."

The messenger knight stepped forward: "These chanting musicians just want to check her. There will be no damage at all. If you are worried, you can wait here with me. After the check, she They will be taken to the rest area and properly taken care of..."

Before he finished speaking, the heaven and earth shook violently.

The earth seemed to have turned into a worn-out carpet, being beaten hard by the duster, causing the walls to whimper and crack into gaps. In the dim light of the shadowless lamp, everyone staggered.

And right in the center of Auschwitz...the dark mist condensed into substance and rose into the sky.

Praise of Destruction, launched a counterattack!

——

Ten minutes ago, in the sky, dozens of huge iron whales hung high, reflecting each other. They formed a huge circle around Auschwitz.

In the middle of the circle, a large hole was opened in the etheric realm, and the light representing the kingdom of heaven condensed into substance and shone down from the crack.

For hundreds of years, kings of all ages, countless elites and musicians have gathered in the Holy City, using the music theory of the seven series of musicians to build a road to the Great Source, and thus to the Kingdom of Heaven.

When the light constructed by music theory fell from the sky, it crushed the abyss music theory like a rootless tree, swept away the black musicians' geographical advantage, and purified them all the time, making them avoid them like headless flies. With that light.

It is with the blessing of the light of heaven that the Knights Templar can advance steadily.

And just when the battle between the two sides reached a fever pitch, Crowley sighed in despair in the shattered dark sky: "It seems that His Majesty the Pope has sent the Knights Templar and will not go to the battlefield in person."

Beside him, in the shadows, dozens of dark figures laughed strangely at the words.

"It doesn't matter. Killing all the Templar Knights in one fell swoop is also a great gain. My Lord will definitely be pleased."

"Then, without further ado."

Crowley stretched out his hand, and a violin condensed in the dark night appeared in his hand. The strings sighed faintly, like the whispers of a lover in the ear, which made people have illusions.

This is the artifact given by Paganini, the fallen saint and one of the dark lords today.

And under the harmony of many abyss masters, Crowley took up the bow and played the violin. The sound of the violin sounded like weeping, but the melody was full of joy.

It was like a prisoner who was still bound and longed for freedom, waiting for a full release. In the darkness, there was some terrible power accumulating and brewing slowly.

As the melody spread, all the demons and black musicians in Auschwitz were shocked suddenly, and it seemed that an unknown power emerged from the depths of their bodies. It was like the abyss was projected into their own bodies, and they were no longer afraid of the light from the outside world.

The music theory from the abyss was blessed on everyone, urging them to launch a counterattack fearlessly. And just as the wailing melody was brewing, the endless darkness stretched out from the earth and slowly rose, lingering in every inch of soil, catalyzing the demons from the abyss and making them more violent.

But no matter how crazy they were, the anger and impulse in their hearts could never be released, and they kept accumulating, accumulating, and accumulating again... Until the end, when everyone felt that the crazy flames were going to burn them completely and explode to death, the wailing melody suddenly turned.

In an instant, the freedom that had been waiting for so much in the darkness, the blood, venting, and killing that had been longed for for a long time burst out from the body.

Thousands of ether waves burst out at the same time in an instant, like a symphony played after the same tune, and everyone was connected as a whole, playing this hysterical melody together.

The melody was like a burning flame, exploding, and marching wildly, like a carnival that only happens once in a lifetime, to completely pour out all the anger, unwillingness, and anger at this moment.

Thus, the music theory of the abyss once again emerged like a gusher, competing with the glory of heaven, and even temporarily raised the rank of each black musician by more than three levels.

Never before have so many black musicians tuned in such a small place, and the frenzied power that seemed to have substance gathered together, evolving into countless chaotic phantoms.

In the phantoms, there are all kinds of desires in people's hearts that cannot be satisfied and released!

This is "Carnival"!

The music created by the fallen saint Paganini on the day he betrayed the Holy City sang the abyss of the people in that person's heart who were all released, and it was bottomless.

The crack from the abyss was opened, and in everyone's heart, every black musician seemed to be the agent of the abyss, and in an instant, they overwhelmed the offensive of the Knights Templar.

The broken clothes of original sin suddenly changed, and they were mended again, turning into a huge wind tunnel, and the dark wind tunnel and the light of heaven strangled each other. In every moment, there are countless musical theories, which are broken in the strangulation.

They collide, intensify, burn, and perish together.

The concentration of ether is rapidly increasing.

From the red zone to the black zone, and finally... the entire Auschwitz is completely covered by the frenzied sea of ​​ether. The sea of ​​ether, which only exists in observation, descends on this world under the mutual reflection of countless movements.

At this moment, the etheric world and the material world overlap in the sky.

In that dreamy silver ocean, the long-awaited Holy City and the Abyss attack each other from a distance, and countless streams of light and dark tides annihilate each other, forming a chaotic vortex.

And on the earth, the war between the Templars and the black musicians reached its climax.

Every minute and every second, there are wailing and roaring sounds,

"The Holy One is here!"

The Templars roared, wielding flames and chainsaw swords, slashing in the sea of ​​blood, and each other's armor was stained red with blood. They were wearing armor covered with cracks, walking in a pool of blood, ruthlessly swinging their swords to kill the lingering demons on the ground, smashing them with chainsaws, and turning them into dust with flames.

As they marched, the roaring buildings collapsed.

The blood-stained Templars walked into the ruins, raised the roaring and rotating chainsaw swords, and slashed at the demon cocoon condensed by the Romulans in front of them.

Boom!

The cracked bricks and stones shattered.

But the Templars were stunned, because the demon cocoon was unscathed.

The rotating chainsaw sword passed through the cocoon, but it was like penetrating a non-existent shadow. No matter how it was chopped, it could not damage it at all. Even the flaming sword could not burn it in the flames.

At this moment, in Auschwitz, everyone was stunned to find that the demon cocoon had become an untouchable and distant thing. Those sleeping Romulans seemed to have turned into shadows, allowing them to use all means to attack, but they never suffered any damage.

And deep in the charred and broken earth, a faint light slowly emerged, and the blurred light slowly rose, taking root and sprouting from the scorched earth, condensing into a hazy shape, glowing with colors that seemed to come from another world.

It was a dim and blurry flower.

——Shadow Sunflower!