Crown of Silence

Chapter 392 Must

On the ground, pale ashes fell like heavy snow.

But what hits my face is not the coldness, but the painful heat left behind after burning out.

As far as the eye can see, on the land covered by shadows, everything is covered with a layer of gray, cold and distant.

In the ruins, Ye Qingxuan stared at the sky.

Between heaven and earth, where the material world and the etheric world overlap, one can vaguely see a huge boundary that distorts the line of sight. In the boundary, all changes are solidified and frozen, becoming an eternally static world.

There, there was only the cold and sharp city hanging high.

It penetrates the material world and the etheric world through the power of heaven and abyss, and draws strength from it. As the holy fire burns, some terrible disaster is brewing.

He stared blankly at the shadows in the sky for a long time, then lowered his head sadly and rubbed the thing in his palm. It had fallen to the ground, covered in ashes, and looked like the remnants of something that had not been burned in the fire.

The only remnant.

"damn it……"

He murmured softly, clenching his hands weakly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the silence was broken, and the clanging sound of armor rubbing against each other was heard. The old man wearing armor marched in from the ashes, and the ashes were flying, and he was pushed aside.

"Ye Qingxuan?"

A long-lost voice sounded.

Ye Qingxuan turned around and was stunned. After a long while, he smiled bitterly and lowered his head: "Father, long time no see... It seems that every time I see you, I always look so embarrassed."

Ben was silent. He looked at the child who grew up beside him. His eyebrows and eyes were as stubborn as before, but for some reason, something seemed to have changed.

He couldn't speak and didn't know what to say.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Ben reached out and patted his shoulder gently: "You... I hope you're okay."

Ye Qingxuan saw his sword and the badge on his shoulder, and noticed the respectful looks of the Templar knights around him, and he laughed: "I didn't expect that what Mr. Langdi said was true. Father, you actually became a high official. "

The tone of laughter was as usual, but Ben couldn't hear the smile. He was like a poor drama actor reluctantly reciting his lines, full of exhaustion.

"This is not a place to reminisce. You should go and rest first."

Ben reached out and brushed away the ashes from his hair, and said in a low voice: "I have heard about you: you did your best, did well enough, and kept the way I taught you. , worthy of my heart.

As for the rest... let God decide. "

He turned to leave, and the Templar stepped forward and wrapped a blanket around him. They wanted to take him away from here, but Ye Qingxuan didn't move. He just stood there and looked at Ben's back.

"Father."

Ye Qingxuan suddenly called him, his voice hoarse: "I want to ask you something."

Ben's steps suddenly stopped and he looked back at him.

"Ye, you have never asked me for anything. Call me priest today and ask for it with me. If it is something that a priest can do, I will not refuse."

Ye Qingxuan laughed bitterly and said:

"——Please send me up."

Ben was stunned and frowned: "Ye Qingxuan, you are going to die!"

"Even if it means dying, I can't leave her alone there."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a hoarse voice: "Actually, I should have understood a long time ago that she is afraid..."

"She has nothing to do with you!"

The priest's voice was cold, "Ye Qingxuan, do you think she will think you are her friend!"

"She must have sensed something, Father.

Perhaps, she has discovered that this is not her home, her family may have disappeared, and everyone who knew her is dead.

When I found her, she was hiding in the corner. She told me that she was waiting for someone. I thought she was waiting for her father to come back, but now I understand that she...was waiting for me. "

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and slowly opened his clenched fist.

You can vaguely make out a small doll in the ashes in the palm of your hand. It was a strange doll woven from withered grass. It was simple and rough. It looked strange and not good-looking at all.

It was something Ye Qingxuan picked up from the ashes. Elsa had been holding it in her hand, not letting anyone see it, as if she was protecting her last precious item.

She lost her guinea pig, her little hairpin, and even her friend book, but she still remembered to bring this thing with her.

As long as this thing exists, then there will definitely be people who remember me.

Even if she no longer remembers why she compiled this thing, she once had such a friend...

"She also remembered that she was giving this thing to someone."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and held the withered grass doll tightly: "That's why she stayed there and waited, Father, she was waiting for that person to come to her."

"She's waiting for me."

"I can't keep her waiting too long. Father, I have to get there."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, his voice hoarse: "If even I give up on her, no one in this world will remember her."

Ben was silent, frowning, and soon he raised his hand.

The Templar knights around him came up and were about to take him away by force, but another voice sounded.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute... don't worry."

Master Anglu, who had disappeared for a long time, ran over on the ashes, stopped the Templars, and pulled Father Bane aside.

"Don't rush to lock him up, Father... Just let him go without worry, I'll protect him!"

The master was arm in arm, and his tone was not like a musician, but a gangster who came out to make a move, and whispered: "As for the time stoppage of 'Faust', the one who is least worried is him. After all, he is also a person favored by... that person. In the next action, with him, maybe he can help."

"This has nothing to do with you."

Father Bane looked at him coldly: "Even if you are a master sent by Anglu, please don't interfere in the military affairs of the Knights Templar."

"Don't be like this." The master stomped his feet, sighed, and quietly stuffed something from his sleeve: "Look at this, don't trust me?"

Bane looked down at the thing in his hand, frowned, and looked at the master coldly. The master was still wearing a hood, but just laughed twice.

After a long time, Bane retracted his sight and glanced at Ye Qingxuan in the distance.

Ye Qingxuan was also looking at him.

"——Come here, put on armor for him!"

After Bane gave the order, he turned around and left without stopping.

Soon, the iron whale in the air dropped an iron cabinet, and the black iron cabinet was engraved with complex patterns. The two Templars opened the iron cabinet, revealing the steel armor sleeping inside.

With the cooperation of several knights, the cyan power armor was quickly assembled on Ye Qingxuan's body. The heavy metal after the fusion of cyan gold did not hinder Ye Qingxuan's perception of ether, but became clearer.

Soon, the last piece of "artificial spine" was fitted on the steel muscle, the fine mortise and tenon holes were tightened, and those complex and solid parts were gathered together, tightly combined, without any gaps.

The heavy armor fit on Ye Qingxuan's body, as if it was tailor-made for him. There was no inconvenience in moving, but it became more flexible. His body was so light that he seemed to be flying.

The armor was the same model as that of the Herald Knight. It was not too heavy or bulky, which ensured its lightness and agility, but only enhanced the defense in the key parts.

Finally, the Templar Knight handed Ye Qingxuan a document with a wax seal: "This is the activation password, key parameters and usage of the 'Sword Dancer'. You have ten minutes to remember it, but it is forbidden to spread it outside."

Ten minutes later, the Templar Knight burned the document to ashes in front of him, turned around and left, leaving only one sentence: "The order of Lord Bane: Gather in three minutes, and no one will be waiting after the time is up."

Until now, Ye Qingxuan had the opportunity to thank the master who had never taken care of him.

"You're welcome." In the darkness under the hood, the master's voice seemed to be laughing, with a strange and ambiguous tone: "I have to be responsible for you, right?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was speechless, but quietly moved back a little, so as not to let this master of unknown identity and suspicious sexual orientation really do something for him to be responsible for.

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Three minutes later, under the huge shadow of the iron whale, a small cabin slowly landed on the ground along the steel cable and opened.

Except for Mr. Hu, who was not under the jurisdiction of the Holy City, several masters who were temporarily recruited entered and sat in it, and Ye Qingxuan, who arrived last, was intercepted by Father Bane at the cabin door.

"Next, you will follow the masters into there as a Templar."

Bane looked at him and said in a cold voice: "Remember, the Holy City cannot allow the Romulans to go into the realm of the abyss.

Half an hour, you only have half an hour. After half an hour, if you don't come back, I will order the activation of the "Gate of Heaven" and ask His Holiness the Pope to use "Destiny."

"Destiny"...

Thinking of the ultimate movement known as God's judgment and punishment, Ye Qingxuan felt cold all over, nodded immediately, and walked into the cabin silently.

Father Bane took a last look at him and closed the cabin door.

Amid the roar, the cabin was pulled up into the sky by the steel cables, and after a minute, it would fall directly into the frozen city.

The priest stared at the cabin rising, and stared at them going away in a daze.

After a long time, the Templar Knights quietly arrived and whispered beside him: "Caligula is willing to speak."

——

The Iron Whale airdropped the forged raw materials, and under the assembly of the Templar Knights, the prototype of the headquarters was quickly built on the ground. And in the metal prison made of steel, Caligula sat on a chair with messy hair.

He didn't seem to have been treated cruelly, but his expression was still haggard.

It was as if he had aged dozens of years overnight.

Father Bane motioned for others to guard the door. After the door was closed, he sat opposite Caligula and looked at him indifferently: "You ask for natural disasters... why?"

Caligula lifted his messy hair and looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "Do I ask your non-existent God?"

Bane's expression was still indifferent, but he raised his voice:

"I am asking you, why?"

"Why... why?"

The elder scratched his gray hair and repeated his question in confusion: "If you ask why, I am also confused."

"Maybe... I have to do this."