Crown of Silence

Chapter 402 Pulling

When the hot object fell from the sky, it emitted a roar like a dragon's roar.

The roar shook the temple, causing the earth to tremble faintly, the walls to hum, the air to almost solidify, colliding with each other like boulders rubbing against each other, emitting a scorched iron smell.

"What is that!"

Paganini looked up, his eyes narrowed, as if he was trying to identify what was about to fall from the sky.

The darkness around him was boiling, layers of music emerged one after another, and the strange melodies overlapped, messy and sharp, very harsh, but with a certain strange rhythm and sense of integrity.

It was like a monster in the dark showing a little bit of its claws, thrilling at the same time, but difficult to judge the whole picture.

"Hahahahaha!!!!"

Wolf Flute danced with joy, pointing at Paganini and shouting excitedly: "Die, you dead demon! You're done now!"

Paganini's face was gloomy, and the darkness around him was roaring.

Then, the thing that fell from the sky approached.

Even from a long distance, one could feel the fierce aura that was revealed in an instant, which was terrifying.

It tore everything apart, slashed through the sky, shook the storm and thunder, and rushed forward, rushed forward, and rushed forward again! Then... in the dazed sight of everyone, it drew a beautiful arc, brushed the edge of the city and fell into the distance.

Boom!

A roar came from the distance, and there was no sound, only a dead silence.

It missed?

It actually... fucking missed! It missed!

Wolf Di's smile froze.

There was a long silence.

Paganini looked down at the two dazed people with a mocking and gloomy smile: "Your savior seems to have taken the wrong path. And, what did you call me just now?"

"I...I..."

Lang Di scratched his head and laughed awkwardly: "What did I say just now? Maybe you heard it wrong, I didn't say anything~ As the saying goes, revenge will never end, Lord Paganini, you look kind and kind, why don't you be merciful and let us go?

We will definitely repay your kindness with a sceptre, and it will be a good story in the future. What do you think?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan spit out a mouthful of old blood, wanting to cry but no tears: "Is this the helper you called? Damn, big brother, where is your backbone! Is it really okay to kneel down so soon?"

Paganini laughed, staring at Lang Di's expression and became satisfied.

"Well said."

He raised his hand and pressed it down suddenly, and darkness swept in:

"--Unfortunately, this is meaningless!"

At that moment

There is light.

——

Hundreds of miles away, above the vast wasteland, the cold moon illuminated the huge depression on the ground.

In a piece of rubble, in a shocking pit, the soil turned over and a hand stretched out.

"My... old bones..."

The hoarse voice sighed helplessly, and a hand turned out from the soil, but there was no remaining part. Only the wrinkled and age-spotted palm was seen picking and choosing in the pit, constantly pulling out its broken body.

Finally, a piece of soil was pushed aside, revealing half of a charred face. The charred face slowly recovered and grew. Staring at the moonlight, he sighed:

"It's really hard to get a job on a business trip. If I had known... I would have stayed in the underground palace... guarding the gate... It's harder to hear the truth from the principal than to change the face of a group of natural disasters..."

He shivered and pieced together his broken body. Finally, he was completely restored. He was wrapped in a layer of rags and a piece of broken stone was embedded in his head. He looked extremely miserable, like a living dead who had just broken out of his own grave.

It was Dominic.

"I'm really old."

He bent over and searched on the ground, coughing violently, muttering to himself: "I almost delivered the goods to the wrong place. I almost flipped over when I saw a familiar face.

However, after so many years, why does Paganini's face still look so much like a shemale? I don't know how to fix it, tsk..."

As he muttered, he finally dug a big pit out of the depression and dragged the things in the pit out with all his strength. The slender iron box hit the ground with a clang.

In the box, something seemed to be struggling in anger, buzzing.

"Fortunately, this box is of good quality."

Dominic checked the box and breathed a sigh of relief: "If this thing breaks, I'm afraid I will really be thrown into the boiler by the principal to boil bath water for Her Majesty the Queen."

As he said, he picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it down, cracking the lock.

The iron box shook violently and was stretched open from the inside.

A brilliant light shot up into the sky, like a meteor flying backwards into the sky.

At that moment, the flash illuminated his decayed face.

"Open the door, the express has arrived!"

He grinned and showed a weird smile:

"Who will sign for it?"

--

The light flashed and disappeared without a sound.

Paganini's laughter stopped abruptly.

It was not until several seconds later that the roar finally broke out. The terrifying speed above the air created a frenzy of wind pressure. The wind pressure was like a substance, sweeping in all directions, tearing open a series of horrible cracks on the stone slabs.

The door of the hall was broken, and the barrier of the Cloth of Original Sin was completely torn apart, and disintegrated piece by piece.

With a snap, something fell to the ground.

It was a hand...

Paganini looked down in astonishment, looking at his bare wrist, and then looked forward blankly, at the thing stuck diagonally on the floor: his palm was cut off by something that came out of nowhere.

Now, the thing was stuck diagonally on the floor between the two sides, quietly, motionless, as if it had taken root.

Ye Qingxuan looked at it dully, only hearing his heavy breathing.

He walked forward, unable to help himself.

In his body, the blood that had been extremely quiet since it was stained with moonlight was boiling at this moment, screaming, and an indescribable impulse emerged.

He looked at the familiar thing, recognized its origin, and then his eyes almost fell out.

"How could you be... here?"

He whispered softly, and there seemed to be some kind of hallucination-like voice coming from his ears, as if it was talking to him.

"Pull me out!"

"Pull me out quickly!"

"Come and pull me out!"

In the silence, Wolf Whistle laughed, laughed loudly, and laughed until he rolled on the ground.

Before departure, in the principal's office, Lang Di took the ordinary-looking whistle from the principal's hand and was silent for a long time.

"Will the principal give me this thing? Will it really be useful?"

"Yes."

Maxwell smiled slightly: "You know, he has more than just the blood of the gods, and half of it comes from Lancelot, especially... her mother, who has a special identity."

"What do you mean?"

"The Lancelot family has been the pillar of the kingdom since ancient times, and its loyalty to the royal family has never wavered. And the royal family has never been stingy with rewards and wins over this loyalty, such as the simplest... marriage."

Maxwell's smile became mysterious: "Few people know that his mother's mother - he 's grandmother - is the sister of the previous Anglo Emperor.

Do you know what this means, Wolf Whistle? He has one-eighth royal blood. In other words, he was born with the 37th right of succession to Anglo!

Because of this, he is qualified to be the representative of the Royal School.

Because of this, he was recognized and selected by "it" for his achievements in Avalon. He has the qualifications to control its power. "

...

At that moment, a flash of enlightenment flashed in Paganini's eyes, and he finally recognized the ghost thing that only appeared in legends and fairy tales.

"Stop!"

He roared, stretched out his hand suddenly, and the broken palm stretched out from the crack, pressed down, interweaving a frenzied melody, in an instant, he wanted to completely crush the boy into mud and burn him into ashes.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, clenched it, and exerted force.

From the ground, he pulled out the gray, inconspicuous, copper-rusted and chipped...

--The Sword in the Stone!