Crown of Silence

Chapter 397 Miracle Crystal

In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, the moonlight lit up, revealing the truth.

Just when the Clothes of Original Sin merged with his current body, he finally got a glimpse of Crowley's true face.

In that darkness condensed into substance, countless small notes connect with each other to construct completely different intervals, like a huge movement.

With just a glance, Ye Qingxuan was able to distinguish countless profound music theories that were extremely far away from him, including changes, revelations, summonses, and even prohibitions... Those different and profound music theories merged with each other under the control of the same crazy will. As a furnace, it fell into the power of the abyss.

With the ether, the utensils took on physical form.

This is the true form of the Clothes of Original Sin - an artifact engraved with the Seal of Fate and even a scepter!

But in the complex movement of "The Clothes of Original Sin", there are countless tiny notes that come and go, the music theory is intertwined, and countless chaotic scores are entangled in the same place.

Those musical scores vaguely formed a ferocious face, which changed with Crowley's expression, like crying, laughing, angry and miserable, which aroused people's minds and made people unable to help but get involved. The faces are happy and angry together.

Just like the alchemist of Romulus replaced human will with the spirituality of music, in the turbulence of music theory, a will that is not inferior to human was actually formed.

No, it originally came from human will!

Moonlight traced back to the source at that moment, and Ye Qingxuan relied on interpretation methods to find the key point from countless chaotic music theories - by summoning the school to feed the animal nature, the fragments forcibly cut out of the personality were integrated into the music. In spirituality…

This is where Crowley comes from.

——That's a fragment of someone's personality, a 'wild beast' created by the fission of the soul!

However, who can create the Clothes of Original Sin and at the same time integrate fragments of their own personality into it and become one with it?

When Ye Qingxuan thought of this, his expression suddenly became extremely bitter.

Do you still need to ask?

There is only one person who can do it.

"You are 'Paganini', right?"

He stared at Crowley and said word by word: "You are the personality fragment from 'Paganini'... Paganini cut out the craziest and darkest part of his personality, and so there was you!"

Crowley looked at Ye Qingxuan, half smiling, but his eyes changed.

Amidst the ferocity and teasing, a glimmer of admiration and exclamation flashed through, and soon it turned into a chilling murderous intention.

"Are you Ye Qingxuan?"

He stared at the young man behind Wolf Flute and nodded slightly: "He is indeed the genius that Naberis admired so much from me. That guy with eyes higher than his head is indeed right."

"What did he say?" Ye Qingxuan felt a chill on the back of his head.

"If a person like you cannot become a 'confidant', then over time, he will definitely become a 'big problem'!" Crowley narrowed his eyes:

"It's a pity... you won't have such a chance!"

At that moment, Langdi's expression suddenly changed, he stretched out his hand and suddenly pushed Ye Qingxuan away.

Ye Qingxuan staggered back, only to feel a flash of silver light before his eyes, the light and shadow changed, and countless scenes and phantoms passed by in an instant. In the last moment, he only saw a pitch-black darkness engulfing him. In just an instant, the 'Sword Dancer' armor became rusty, as if it had been weathered for thousands of years.

Moonlight only held on for a moment before being completely defeated.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood and felt like everything was burning inside.

In a moment of dazzling, under the wolf flute's scepter in front of him, he instantly jumped into the etheric world, and used it as a springboard to return to the material world.

In an instant, they were hundreds of meters away.

And right there, everything was swallowed up by the huge darkness.

However, this time, the power was as huge as the scorching sun, causing violent waves in the sea of ​​ether.

Dark colors soared into the sky, almost covering the entire city faintly. It called for the power of the abyss, causing the huge wind tunnel to open again.

Like a ring of darkness.

It shrouded the top of the city, pressing down inch by inch!

At the highest point of the city, the holy fire swayed.

"Damn it, I don't know what kind of medicine was put into this shabby clothes, it's so powerful that it's a mess."

The hoarse sound of the wolf whistle sounded in his ears: "Leave us alone, run away first! Those guys must have arranged something. This city will sink into the abyss."

You must find that damn little Romulus girl! "

"Then what?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"Then you know what to do."

Wolf Flute's answer was extremely calm, so calm that it made him feel scared. Then, the sound disappeared, the moonlight lead snapped, and the wolf whistle severed the synchronicity between the two.

At the last moment, he could only vaguely feel that something terrible had changed on the other side.

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And in that darkness, half of Wolf Flute's body had been corroded, the silver wolf's hair was stained with gray, and the wolves were fighting angrily in the darkness.

"Send that brat away like that? You are too confident in his plane."

Crowley looked at him with a strange smile: "Without your protection, he would have been swallowed up by this city without any bones left."

"You are overthinking. Why does that guy need my protection?" Langdi said lightly: "He is the representative of the Royal School, the hope and future of the Angelou School, and even the Angelou..."

"Is it?"

Crowley shook his head nonchalantly, with a fierce look in his eyes: "Then let the hope and future of Anglo be buried with you!"

The wailing sounded.

Darkness engulfed everything.

——

Above the sky thousands of meters above sea level, the wind was howling.

Ye Qingxuan felt that he was being blown away by the terrifying hurricane, like a leaf.

He hated his weak physique more than ever before. Why not spend some time to exercise, even if he was not as muscular as those fitness fanatics, at least he would not be blown away.

Obviously, all elements in Faust's world have been fixed, but Ye Qingxuan still felt the torrent of ether running around him, like a violent torrent in the depths of the ocean.

Here, the material world and the ether world have overlapped to a high degree, and the waves in the nine-layer ether sea have penetrated into reality. At the top of the city, in that huge temple, it was like a 10,000-ton sluice gate was opened, and the ether turned into a hurricane and torrent, sweeping in all directions.

The terrifying ether density far exceeded that of the black zone and was almost condensed into a solid. Ye Qingxuan felt suffocated just in it.

He pulled out the steel nails on the damaged armor, riveted himself on the steps, and moved forward step by step with difficulty, like a lonely climber.

On both sides of this exaggerated staircase that was thousands of meters long, there were all kinds of exquisite and dark sculptures, suffering saints, lonely walkers, meditating girls, dying old men, tired merchants, frightened officials, furious emperors...

The weakness in the hearts of all people in the world was gathered here, transformed into lifelike statues, frozen into magnificent works of art. Each one was perfect and touching, and could make people feel the heart of the characters in the work.

And at the end of the long steps was the temple standing at the highest point of the city.

Ye Qingxuan resisted the ether torrent and moved forward with difficulty, step by step, and did not dare to make a sound.

In the black zone, even a slightly higher sound would cause a change. In such a terrifying density of ether here, a slight cough may cause an incredible chain reaction.

For example, the most common one is explosion...

He crawled in the fuel oil made by the alchemist. Just a little spark could make him completely destroyed.

Until he climbed the last set of stairs, his armor had been shattered in the torrent, and the clothes exposed outside quickly decayed, like a beggar.

Fortunately, the small source in his body can still be used, and the effect is even extraordinary. The sweeping ether torrent replenished the empty small source, and also restored all the energy consumed by Ye Qingxuan.

It even made his condition incredibly good.

When he arrived in front of the gate of the temple, the turbulent torrent had completely disappeared. It was like the calmest eye of a tornado, without any waves.

But even through the heavy door, he could feel the terrible fetal movement in the temple that was like burning stars.

In the sacred firelight, countless jaw-droppingly complex musical theories were rapidly born, intertwined, and formed a kind of magnificent structure that Ye Qingxuan had never seen before.

It was a terrifying thing that far exceeded the Chapter of Destiny, the Cloth of Original Sin, and his imagination.

If that thing could still be called a movement, then there is no doubt that it would be a terrifying force that overrides common sense.

However, the larger the movement, the more powerful spirituality it needs to match it. Just like the spirituality of the Chapter of Destiny is enough to replace the soul of an ordinary person and dominate the body of a person.

Then, where does the spirituality in the sacred flame come from?

He didn't dare to think about it.

He just pushed on the door with all his strength, and in the roar, pushed the huge door open a gap - it was like the door to heaven was opened, and the glow and power behind the door were reflected on his face.

He held his breath and fell into a daze.

Sure enough...

In the huge hall, on the altar, the holy fire that gathered all the family fires of Romulus and countless ancestral souls was burning vigorously, absorbing the power of heaven and the abyss, releasing a magnificent and shocking melody.

And in the flames, Elsa was sleeping.

In the crack on her chest, the sacred fire had condensed into substance and turned into a crystal of some miracle. The crystal came from the flames, and countless memories and souls burned in it-including herself.

All of them, just to forge a true miracle in the sacred flame.

"That group of Romulans wanted to use it to forge a scepter, or even something more terrible, which can be called..."

A hoarse voice pondered for a moment and found a satisfactory description:

"-the core of the disaster."