Crown of Silence

Chapter 413 Greetings

The entire iron arrow looks like it is made of fine steel and pressed into shape, but it is actually made of countless extremely thin iron sheets attached to the skeleton, forming a layer of layers.

The skeleton structure is extremely complex and delicate, and it will disintegrate with just a slight collision. However, the speed of the arrow is too exaggerated. Even in a short moment, it has penetrated through layers of barriers, and in the blink of an eye, the skeleton twisted. Pulling countless iron sheets to bounce and tilt, like an angry snake.

But the tilted iron sheets did not fly out, but attached to the skeleton. As the skeleton trembled wildly, it vibrated thousands of times in a flash.

Tens of millions of iron sheets are tens of millions of "needle springs", vibrating the air and bursting out a shrill whistle. The sounds that came one after another gathered in the same place, forming a terrifying noise that seemed to have substance.

Wherever the noise passed, all the ether vibrated wildly, causing a riot.

It was like a miniature ‘swaying’, with countless needle spring noises playing to set off irregular ether fluctuations. The sharp melody completely expelled all the ether, turning this narrow room into an ‘ether vacuum’ for a short time.

Then, the bulkhead roared and broke!

The warrior wearing heavy power armor ran wildly and broke through the wall. The moment the steel giant appeared, Philip’s face suddenly changed: “Templar?! Bane, you dare…”

But then, his voice stopped abruptly.

He recognized the origin of this armor, and everyone with eyes could recognize where it came from!

The armor worn by the warrior was completely different from that of the Knights Templar. It seemed to be forged from pig iron, forcibly pieced together, and welded. There were still traces of rivets and manual repairs and welding on the shell. There was no delicacy and majesty, but like an ugly beast, a crazy giant, a patchwork of stitched corpses, revealing a violent hideousness.

On the warrior's shoulder, a combination of gears and holy emblems was painted with black spray paint. It was a heresy that split from the church a hundred years ago. It was a sect that roamed the dark world with pure human power and opened up a vast territory.

——Chainsaw Brothers!!!

This group of priests who struggled to survive from the dark world never shied away from doing dirty work, taking money to buy lives, killing people and setting fires, and they were fearless. When fighting, they held a sword in their left hand and held the church in their right hand as a mace to smash the enemy's head.

If the Holy City admires God's mercy, then what they practice is God's cruelty.

In the world of Chainsaw Brothers, there are no musicians, no ether, and no warmth, only church scriptures and machines, only miracles made of machines and cruel battlefields.

And now, the iron priest who broke through the wall raised the heavy "shower" in his hand, and on the visor, the shark painted in bone white and blood red was grinning.

Philip subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

The next moment, the atomizer vibrated, and the dark heavy oil was pushed by hydraulic pressure and squeezed into it, turning into extremely fine oil mist. The oil mist, accompanied by air pressure, gushed out from the "shower", refreshing and cool... No wonder!

What came out of it was the violent dragon's breath!

The red flames engulfed the entire room in an instant. Except for the armored warriors, everything else was bathed in the violent flames. The flames greedily burned every bit of air, and the low pressure formed made the flames swallow and spit, covering the surroundings and filling every corner.

There was no air, no breathing, no sound, and in the dull and vague scorching heat, there was only the low noise of the "shower" running, like the laughter of the devil.

In just a moment, Master Philip was covered in it.

In a place without ether, killing a musician is not much more difficult than killing a chicken.

It's a pity... Philip is not a chicken. Thirty years ago, he was in his prime, an executioner, a murderer, a fanatic, and a master swordsman in the Witch Hammer!

In the flames, under the burning red robe, the sword was unsheathed.

The skinny old man took a step forward, his chest bulged, roaring, and exploding like thunder.

The flames shook.

A shrill light popped out from his wrist, instantly cutting through the fiery dragon breath and tearing apart the scarlet. The bright sword blade screamed and chopped the wind, from bottom to top, slanting, and in just a moment, it was raised into the air.

At that moment, the sword blade was as erratic as a bubble, and there was a crisp sound wherever it passed.

A straight crack spread out, piercing through the wrist, shower, chest, and the face armor of the chain saw monk, breaking it into two pieces!

The next moment, the raised sword blade fell on his head.

The flames opened up!

The red color was divided into two halves.

The towering back of the Iron Monk cracked in the middle, the steel shattered, the flesh and blood split, and fell to the sides, revealing the old monk who was bathed in fire behind him, his white hair stained with blood, and his pale eyes full of coldness.

He stood with his sword, his half body twitched due to the burns, and he almost fell to the ground.

But the next moment, the dispelled ether returned as summoned, turning into holy light covering his body, the rotten flesh was gone, the scorch marks were gone, and he turned into a withered old man again, holding the light in his hands.

Arrows like a rainstorm whistled from the cabin across the aisle, but they stopped in mid-air one by one, locked by the light and unable to move.

The solemn praise of God resounded throughout the iron wheel.

The dying priest who was burned to death on the ground twitched, blood flowed back, the blood peeled off, and the tiny sound of flesh growing, **** The shell was complete again.

They screamed, endured the pain of rebirth, and climbed up from the ground.

Master Philip waved his hand, and the burning flame solidified, as if sealed in amber.

The arrow whistled back, and shot back, tearing through the layers of cabin boards with overwhelming force, piercing the entire hull from the center, and opening a tragic big hole.

But behind the broken cabin boards, there was only the automatically operated crossbow cart, and no one was there.

"Stay here."

He turned around and ordered.

Then, a huge light wheel unfolded from behind him, slowly rotating, and endless praises and chants sounded, like an angel descending.

Under the blessing of the fate chapter "Incarnation of Divine Punishment", he flew and rushed with a sword, and in an instant flew out of the hole on the side of the hull, hanging high on the deck, his pale eyes swept through the crowd, but still could not find the assassin.

In a flash, he snorted coldly, turned back suddenly, and looked at the deep sea. His eyes burst out with a fiery light, illuminating the darkness, and also revealing the figures that were quickly moving away dozens of meters below.

He snorted coldly, raised the sword, chopped it down, and the sea surface split apart. Amidst the boiling roar, a beam of light entered the deep sea, shuttled across the sea, and chopped the figures apart.

But for a long time, no blood oozed out, and the figure dissipated like a bubble. Only a dozen ugly and deformed fish floated to the surface, turned pale and died.

"What the hell?"

Philip frowned, but then the deformed fish suddenly expanded and burst, and the pale green smoke gushed out from the cracked belly of the fish, expanding in the sea breeze in an instant, covering Philip all over the sky.

Philip snorted coldly, and the sacred light stood up like a wall, and the pale green smoke fell on it, hissing, and almost penetrated into it. This is a rare and fierce poison, only one strand is enough to turn the entire iron wheel into a rotten sea graveyard, but it cannot penetrate the barrier.

But in the barrier, a muffled groan came.

Sticky blood flowed from Philip's nostrils, and he murmured hoarsely: "Illusion? And poison... Voodoo Crypt again? Do you dare to challenge the majesty of the Ministry of Faith!"

Just when the poisonous fog was sweeping over, an assassin set up the fulcrum of the illusion in it.

It was launched instantly, pulling the enemy into the illusion. With a little negligence, the barrier would fall apart, and the enemy would be buried in the poison. And the poison also became a part of the illusion, making the illusion, which was originally weak in lethality, become fierce.

The two complement each other, changing the weakness of the illusion school that was not good at killing, and turning it into a terrible style of frontal attack. Such a unique technology, there is only one such family in the world!

The famous family of illusion-Voodoo Crypt!

"Tsk, there is actually a master? The employer's information is wrong..."

In the poisonous fog, a hoarse voice came: "Moving out of the Holy City to scare people? I'm so scared, but after so many years, why don't you come to the Northern Islands to mess with us again?"

Philip's face was gloomy.

The Southern Islands and the endless vast ocean have always been one of the bases of the illusion school. Compared with the "Mirage System" in the desert, they are no less impressive. The legends of "Siren Musicians" and "Dead Ships" were created by them.

This group of musicians who manipulate reality and illusion crisscross the sea, manipulate large-scale smuggling and trafficking of contraband. They have always been unstable elements, with dirty hands and buttocks, and they have never lacked things to stir up trouble.

And they are so well-informed that they hide and disappear at the slightest sign of trouble.

There has always been a proverb circulating among sailors: In the vast ocean, every shell may hide an illusionist who is hiding from the wind.

God knows where they will hide.

Therefore, even though they know that the target is from the Holy City, there are still illusionists who are short of money and want to take a risk.

Anyway, it's just a delay. The employer has a good reputation, the advance payment is very quick, and the payment is never delayed. Such a good job is in front of you, and you will be punished by God if you don't do it!

"Although I don't know why you offended that adult, since he wants to torment you, there is nothing we can do."

The old man in the poisonous fog laughed strangely: "Why don't you save your mind and stay here for five minutes, I will let you go, so that you are fine and I can report to the task, how about it?

I can swear to Dayuan that I will keep my word."

The answer to him was the light of punishment!

——

"Colt... Colt..."

On the chaotic iron wheel, the layers of sealed and solidified flames seemed to turn into a jungle, blooming like sad red flowers, gorgeous and tragic, exquisite like art.

But in the midst of it, Colt, who was still in shock, heard a hoarse voice.

"My friend, where are you?"

The hoarse voice echoed in the broken flames, as if whispering in the ear: "Please come closer, it's so dark here, I can't see what you look like..."

The two priests drew their swords and looked around, and saw several black shadows slowly seeping out of the crystals of the flames...

A fierce look flashed in Colt's eyes, and the "countertone" was drawn from his sleeves and slashed in the air.

In an instant, the music theory on the blade changed in a thousand ways.

The music theory from the School of Revelation unfolded and merged into the turbulent music theory around it. With this slash, the flames withered, the crystals shattered, all the music theory connections were cut off cleanly, and the music collapsed.

The black shadow screamed and dissipated, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"Playing tricks."

Colt frowned, but felt a wet palm on his shoulder.

Someone silently stuck to his back and laughed softly in his ear: "I'm right here, can't you see it?"

At that moment, Colt looked back in surprise, but saw a broken body crawling up from the ground.

The half-body was standing behind him, choking and crying, and raised his head, revealing the tragic side that was cut open, bloody and messy.

"Don't be afraid."

It whispered in Colt's ear, making a giggle: "I'm just here to help people pass on a message..."

The broken head opened and closed its lips, whispering softly.

The next moment, the head shattered, and blood splattered.

Amidst the muffled sound, the incomplete body was nailed into the wall by a sword, and it trembled with the blade, as if continuing the sharp laughter.

A scream came from the sky, and then a vague shadow wrapped in green poisonous fog fled away.

Philip, half of his body burning with phantom fire, returned to the cabin. The priest holding a sword helped him cut off the burning flesh and blood. Soon, the broken body grew again, restored to its original state and age.

Such rapid recovery seems to be very effective, but in fact it consumes the life and potential of the human body. Even if he becomes a master of the chant faction, he cannot save the life that Philip lost in his early years. He is only sixty years old, but he is already very old.

"Let's get off the ship at the next port."

Philip's expression is gloomy: "It seems that we have been targeted. This group of lunatics dared to attack the holy city!"

Colt was silent.

He stared blankly at the corpse on the wall, lost his soul, and his ears seemed to echo that moment. The corpse whispered softly in his ear, as if it really brought greetings from the kingdom of the dead.

He said: "I'm back from hell..."

"- I'm still alive."