Crown of Silence

Chapter 419 There is a sword on the ground

"Xiao Mo...how many times have I told you that you must be careful when breathing dragon breath!" He was dying. "If my uncle hadn't just completed the Chapter of Fate a few days ago, I would have almost been sprayed to death by you today."

"oh……"

Mordred nodded confusedly and set off a gust of wind.

Right in front of Naberish was a violent and ferocious behemoth.

With its back to the sun in the sky, it cast a terrifying black shadow, and its countless scales reflected the cold light like swords. When it spoke, it breathed out the breath of sulfur and fire, and rolled up hurricanes and sparks.

That's a huge black dragon!

"Fortunately, I just completed the Chapter of Fate, otherwise I might have died."

Naberish raised his still intact left hand, climbed up the dragon's back along its nose and head, and fixed himself in place. Looking at his devastated body, he couldn't help but feel a little sad:

"Since when did masters die so easily? It seems that we need to create a 'legend' as soon as possible, and the advanced scepter is more reliable. Hey, let's go, let's move quickly!"

He urged hoarsely: "Remember to eat all the clues."

"Okay, uncle."

Mordred opened his mouth and siphoned, as if a hole had opened to the dark world, and everything in sight was swallowed into his mouth.

The dragon's power surged, plowing through the ground, and the strata rolled up, completely covering everything.

Killings, setting fires, destroying corpses and destroying traces.

Naberish took out a few seeds from his burnt pocket, sprinkled them on the ground casually, and chanted a hymn in his mouth to stimulate the energy.

Soon, a few grass seeds sprouted, and bits and pieces of new green emerged from the ground, slowly spreading.

Although it still looks out of place if you look closely, it is at least not as eye-catching as the original bare piece. With such a large area of ​​barren mountains and wild ridges, even if the Holy City conducted a large-scale investigation, it would take a week or two to reach this place.

They still have plenty of reaction time, and who knows how much more they can find out by then.

"The commission is finally completed."

On the dragon's back, Naberis ascended into the sky and chuckled: "I just hope that my friend won't be too naive."

He stared in the direction Colt left, narrowed his eyes, and murmured meaningfully:

"Sometimes, things may not develop as expected..."

——

After waiting for a long enough time, the priest dressed as a businessman finally saw his target.

The Dark Saint of Avalon, the controller of more than half of the smuggling activities between the East and the West, the successor of the Shaman, and the agent of Angru's new sword-wielder-Ye Qingxuan...

In an empty tavern near the dock, Watson behind the table got himself a glass of wine, raised his eyes and looked at the travel-worn visitor.

"Mr. Watson, I think you probably know why I'm here."

The visitor raised his collar, revealing the badge marking the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith, with a solemn expression: "I request to meet Mr. Ye and have a direct conversation with him.

This is your last chance, I hope you cherish it. "

Watson in the wheelchair casually picked up the wine glass without adding salt or lemon juice, raised his head, drank it all in one gulp, and placed the glass gently on the table.

"You're not qualified yet."

He said coldly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. I have always been the one to take the initiative when it comes to murder and arson. Does the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith want to outsource any dirty work to us? It's really flattering." "

Although he said this, there was no surprise in his words, only mockery.

The anger on the priest's face flashed away and was suppressed.

He reached into his arms, slowly took out a letter, and handed it to Watson. Watson opened the letter and glanced at it. When he saw the last few signatures, his expression became cautious.

That was the assurance given to them by a certain archbishop in the papal chamber.

"What happened before, we can forget about it."

The priest stared at his cautious face and said word by word:

"—but Colt, must live."

Ever since the 'Inquisition' was split up by various countries, the Department of Doctrine of the Faith has become worse and worse day by day. Just like the body of the main messenger, it is seen that it has been marginalized and will be liquidated and abolished sooner or later.

In this situation, the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith increasingly wanted to make a difference.

But this time, he finally received new blood, a musician with a great future who is almost destined to become a saint in the future, and he sees the day of his resurrection.

At this time, Ye Qingxuan slapped him hard in the face, trying to tear the last face of the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith into pieces. And when the time comes, what can the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith do, which is completely angered?

"Actually, there's one thing I'm curious about..."

Watson spoke, his voice low and careful: "Are you really unclear about the things Colt did? Or... don't care at all?"

"This is our own business, you don't need to worry about it."

The priest said lightly: "No matter what, Colt is the hero who saved the Battle of Romulus. The only person who passes this trial will be rewarded by the Pope and become one of the future saints.

We must not tolerate him being treated like this. "

"You have to keep this skin for him at all costs, right?"

Watson smiled knowingly: "Otherwise, if he is ruined, all your previous efforts will be meaningless, right?

You accepted Colt's request without asking the Pope's opinion, and now you find that he is a hot potato, but you can't get rid of him... It's hard to get rid of him. If you admit defeat here, your reputation will be completely ruined.

I guess you have been hesitating these past two days, right? Otherwise, you would have been here the first day my boss went crazy. "

"..."

The priest was silent, his face ashen, and after a moment he opened his mouth and said: "I believe that my arrival and the promises in this letter are enough to express our sincerity. I hope you will stop.

Let's end this fight caused by personal grudges, otherwise it won't look good on anyone. "

"Personal... grudge?"

Watson exposed it, "With just a touch of lip service, the incident was characterized, just like how you convicted people back then. Unfortunately, I don't accept this trick."

The Pope's Chamber has not expressed its position yet, so why are you anxious? "

"Stop now, everything can be undone.

You know, you have attacked a church and killed a devout priest! We can forget about this, but if you push it further, even Angelou won't be able to explain it to the Holy City! "

The priest raised his voice: "When the time comes, how do you plan to end it? Even the royal family won't be able to protect you then!" He paused, and his eyes became meaningful:

"Or do you still think that Angel is on your side?"

Watson frowned, smelling a strange smell, and had a vague premonition in his heart.

"Speak more clearly, sir." Watson said coldly: "Don't just come with a harmless apology letter. Show me your real cards."

The priest smiled mysteriously.

"We'll see," he said.

Soon, someone walked into the tavern quickly, bent down and whispered a few words to Watson. In an instant, Watson's face turned gloomy.

"These are his exact words?" he asked.

"Yes." The attendant lowered his head and said, "My lord, what you want is to stop here."

"Is he crazy?" Watson was furious and stared at the entourage: "If Colt is allowed to live in the Holy City, there will be endless troubles. Doesn't he understand?"

"..."

Looking at the angry eyes, the attendant's face turned pale. Soon, Watson suppressed his anger and waved his hand to let him go down.

"What's the result?" the priest asked with a half-smile.

Watson looked at him coldly and pointed to the door.

"You win, sir, you can get out."

He said lightly: "Colt will return to the Holy City alive. These are the original words of that fool. I don't know what you used to convince him, but if this is his decision, then I can only follow it."

So the priest smiled, Shi Shiran stood up and stretched out his hand:

"Then, happy working together."

Watson stopped looking at him, turned the wheelchair, turned and left.

——

Ten minutes ago, in the dark room.

Ye Qingxuan looked at Maxwell in front of him coldly.

"Why?" he asked.

Maxwell sighed, "The Gun of St. George, the Archbishop of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith assured the royal family that he will retrieve the lost Gun of St. George from the ruins for us."

"Is that why?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Maxwell, I saw you right. You are a qualified businessman. You have made a big fortune easily, which is admirable."

"Ye Qingxuan, Angelou has never needed that weapon as much as now. Only with it, can we have the possibility of victory in the war with Leviathan."

Maxwell said solemnly: "This is not for me alone! Do you know how many people would have died in this war without that artifact?!"

"So, you ignored the 'axiom'?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with disappointed eyes: "So the things Colt did can be treated as if they never happened?"

"Ye Qingxuan..."

Maxwell looked at him with a complicated expression. After a long time, he sighed feebly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Only beauty can be compared in the world of children, but in the world of adults, everyone is 'dirty'.

Let me beg you, okay? So what if you let him go now? You are the sword-bearer of Angelou, the successor of the Sword of Choosing the King, and the destined future sealmaster of Angelou! There are a lot of chances to kill him! Why cling to the present? "

Silence, a long silence.

Ye Qingxuan smiled and lowered his head, as if laughing at himself.

"I see."

He closed his eyes: "Tell Watson to stop and let Colt go back to the Holy City."

Maxwell smiled reluctantly, but he was not happy at all. Sudoku hesitated to speak. Finally, he stood up and said, "I owe you once."

Ye Qingxuan said nothing and pointed to the door.

Maxwell sighed and left.

The door was closed, and in the dim light, Ye Qingxuan's eyes were lowered.

——

"Please give me enough courage to fly forward."

Dark rain fell from the sky.

Colt saw the girl in the white dress walking through the rain, dragging her little package as if dragging her whole world. In the sound of rain, she sang softly and walked towards a distant place:

"Test my heart, don't say regret... The ancient house is shining, and it's like sighing..."

The song lingered in my ears, so soft, yet frightening in such a silent world. Colt reached out and tried to catch her, but he couldn't catch up.

"There is only silence, forever..."

Heavy rains washed away everything.

The black rain seemed to blacken the whole world, washing away all disguises, and the earth trembled.

Then the towering building turned as scarlet as blood, the majestic palace shook off dust, and the layers of reliefs on the walls were like blood vessels, breathing.

The tower trembled, laughing happily in the rain. The steps rubbed like sharp teeth opening and closing, and bits of flesh, flesh and bones remained, as if they had not been eaten cleanly.

"Colt, Colt, you're finally here."

Some people cheered enthusiastically and smiled: "We are waiting for you."

In the rain, the people waiting here cheered, greeted him enthusiastically, and waved to him: "Come on! Come here! We have been waiting for you."

Colt looked at them in confusion: "Who...are you?"

"It's me, Colt." The person waiting in the distance waved, with a gentle tone: "You have forgotten me, I am the friend who took you to Yantie Academy."

"And me, I am your senior, I am the best to you, Colt, do you still remember me?"

"I was your first teacher, Colt. I knew you would be able to succeed if you were so good."

"Colt, I am your brother, have you forgotten?"

The child wearing a poncho folded his arms and prayed: "It's very cold here and it's raining. Don't stand outside. Let's go and warm up by the fire."

"Please come here."

"Yes, we are all waiting for you."

They waved and called enthusiastically, asking Colt to come over, but Colt couldn't help but take a step back, his face pale: "I can't go there."

"Why?"

They became sad: "We have been apart for such a long time."

"Because...because..."

Colt took a step back, his expression twitching: "You are all dead."

"No, Colt." They smiled and shook their heads: "We just left you and went to a far away place."

"You are already dead."

Colt gritted his teeth and said with gloomy eyes: "I killed you with my own hands."

At that moment, the calling stopped abruptly.

Then there were screams and roars.

The rain washed away their skin, revealing bright red flesh and ferocious faces. They roared sharply and their claws were ferocious.

"It hurts, Colt."

Those people cried: "It's very dark here, come here and see me."

"I'm going to tear you apart! Bastard, I've been waiting for you here for decades!" Someone roared madly, trying to rush over, but was blocked by an invisible barrier: "Coward, I will definitely tear you apart, every day again and again ! I will repay you a thousand times the pain you gave me!"

"Come here, Colt!" they roared, laughing wildly: "You have no way to escape."

Colt staggered back, but felt there was no way out.

"Where...is this?"

"This is hell, Colt."

Behind him, someone said softly: "You are about to die, so you see hell. Soon, you will go to the other side. After so many years, so many people, they are all waiting for you."

"I won't die!" Colt turned around and roared at the visitor: "I have a great future, and I might die like this!"

"you will."

The visitor lifted his hood, revealing pale hair that was as white as bones. Seeing Colt's dull expression, he smiled, stretched out his hand, strangled him by the neck, and looked down at him:

"I came from there to bring you back."

His palms tightened, like iron pliers, and his voice was sinister, like steel rubbing against each other: "I swore to find you. The world is so big, but you have nowhere to go."

"Ye...Qingxuan..."

Colt squeezed out a scream from his throat, widened his eyes, looked at the face so close, and his eyes became fierce: "You can't beat me... If I can beat you once, I can win. Your second time!”

He stretched out his hand, used all his strength, pulled out his sword, and pierced the throat of the figure in front of him. Blood spurted out like a fountain. He roared, cut him open, and cut off his head.

In the dark rainstorm, the body disappeared like an illusion. The demons and ghosts were gone, and hell was gone with them.

Just endless rainstorms.

In the heavy rain, someone whispered softly:

"You will come back here, you will definitely..."

Colt opened his eyes and felt the wet liquid fall on his face.

That's blood.

This dilapidated cave was filled with a putrid smell, pungent and strong. The dagger in his hand was pulled out at some point, and it was nailed deeply into the stone wall in front of him.

On the blade of the sword, there is a green poisonous snake running through it.

The viper was twitching in pain, and dark green liquid dripped from its fangs, but it was only a hair away from Colt's neck.

Colt stared at it coldly, watching it twitch in pain and die bit by bit without making any sound. Then cut it off, skin it, swallow the snake's blood hungrily, and chew its flesh.

On the incomplete sword blade, scarlet drops were dripping, reflecting his unkempt face. He ran around day and night, hiding in caves, like a wild beast, and even his eyes became like a wild beast.

The faint morning light fell from the gap and fell behind him, illuminating the name he had carved on the stone wall in pain.

Densely packed, large and small, crisscrossed, all those names came from the same person, and were all chopped to pieces by swords.

"No one can stop me, I want to live."

He swallowed the snake bones and whispered softly, as if to remind himself not to forget.

The snake blood seemed to give him strength, bringing him back from dying, healing the poisonous sores, and no longer having a high fever.

He reached out and pulled away the blood-sucking insects attached to his body bit by bit, throwing them on the ground, and finally drew his sword to trim his messy hair again.

In the end, he crawled out of the cave where he lived, using up all his strength, like a snake twitching in pain, shedding his past shell, hissing and molting, and reborn under the sun.

The sun illuminated his thin face, but could not dispel the darkness in his eyes.

He panted and advanced with difficulty, passing through thorns and bushes, advancing bit by bit, falling, and getting up again, passing through wastelands, dense forests, and muddy streams, crawling on the ground, passing through the last muddy pit, and climbing up the high slope.

Forward, forward... stumbling forward...

Until finally, his pupils were illuminated by the sharp light in the distance.

Those were slender towers, piercing the sky, extending to the depths of the clouds, hundreds and thousands, standing like a forest. The heavy bells echoed between each other, extending to the end of the sky, as if to prop up the fallen sky again.

The holy chanting floated down from the tower and spread in all directions.

The tower was made of metal, and the city was also made of metal. Even the earth was filled with the smell of iron, reflecting the scorching sun, and it glowed like a burning glow.

Countless people came and went on the road, carriages and horses were running, ships on the river were calling loudly, and iron whales were faintly patrolling in the sky.

The huge city that rises from the ground and rises layer by layer occupies the center of the entire world, stirring the huge ether sea without paying attention, balancing the ether density in the entire human world, and resisting the invasion from the dark world.

"Holy City..."

Colt held his breath.

That is the Immortal City, the City of Steel, the City of Ten Thousand Towers, the City of Phoenix... It is the center of the world, the pinnacle of everything.

"Holy City!"

Colt laughed, ecstatic, dancing, laughing so hard that he almost couldn't breathe: "I'm still alive! Ye Qingxuan, did you see it? You can't kill me! I'm still alive!"

He crawled on the ground, kissing the dust raised on the road, like a madman, tears streaming down his face, attracting passers-by to look at him sideways.

And just on the long road, a team of armored cavalrymen galloped over, wearing swords and iron shields, and the two keys on the badge of the iron shield overlapped, declaring holiness.

The leading priest was dressed in a black robe, solemn and sacred.

Wherever they passed, all the pilgrims knelt on the ground and stared at their backs respectfully. But in front of the beggar who seemed to be crazy, they suddenly stopped, the soldiers dismounted and half-knelt on the ground.

The black-clad priest came forward, holding a brand new cassock in both hands. The cassock was pure white with golden patterns, which was extremely majestic and sacred.

"Lord Colt, convey the order of the bishop, you will be promoted to the position of priest of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith."

He lowered his head and presented the cassock in his hand: "I am ordered to come to greet you, please get on the horse."

After a long time, Colt in the dust laughed, and laughed heartbreakingly.

He got up from the ground, pulled the cassock without any estimation, and covered himself with the pure white, so he became majestic and cold, high above, with eyes that seemed to be burning, and people dared not look directly at him.

"Let's go."

He jumped on his horse and stared at the steel city in the distance with fanatical eyes:

"Go to the Holy City!"

He was still alive, and he must be alive, and go to the Holy City alive... to take back everything that should belong to him.

At all costs!

Even if it costs everything!

To climb to the top of everything!

——

It was a hot afternoon, and the soldiers guarding the city gate were sweating profusely.

In the surging crowd, carriages and horses flowed in and passed through the city gate. They were either wealthy people with huge fortunes, or pilgrims in ragged clothes who came on foot, messengers and commissioners from various countries...

Every day, there were hundreds of thousands of people entering and leaving the Holy City. However, this time, most people gathered in front of the city gate, looking up at the road in the distance.

The market outside the city gate suddenly became crowded, and pedestrians rubbing shoulders occupied every high place.

In the corner at the back of the crowd, an old musician with a bag on his back and a cane on his left gazed at the crowd with a sigh: "Sure enough, the Holy City is full of atmosphere. There are so many people outside the city gate. It's really eye-opening."

"Old sir, is this your first time in the Holy City?"

The people who came to watch the excitement looked at his dusty appearance and smiled: "Such a scene is rare in the Holy City. You are lucky enough to have caught up."

"Really?" The old musician smiled: "Then I am really lucky."

"Who is coming?" someone asked.

"Who else is the hero of the Romulan rebellion? Of course, it is the leader of the new generation of musicians, the future master of the scepter!"

"Did you come here suddenly today? There was no publicity before, otherwise there would be more people than now."

"Hey, you don't know this."

Someone laughed mysteriously: "It is said that after the war, this Master Colt assisted the Ministry of Doctrine to eliminate more than a dozen strongholds of the Church of the Evil God without stopping. The achievements were remarkable and shocked the Holy City.

So, in order to ensure safety, he had been hiding his whereabouts until he was about to reach the Holy City and then revealed his identity. "

"I see." The passerby nodded, his expression more admiring.

The old musician nodded in agreement, and sighed with them.

Seemingly a little tired from the journey, he put his crutches aside, sat on the ground against the city wall, tuned his six-stringed guitar, and gently plucked the strings. The chaotic sound of the guitar was drowned in the noise.

"Are you preparing a hymn?"

The child who was watching the excitement held up the windmill and looked at him curiously, "I heard that when the hero triumphs, there will be musicians offering hymns."

"Probably."

The old musician smiled and looked down at his six-stringed guitar: "If there is a chance, I will definitely."

The crowd suddenly became noisy, and cheers rang out from afar amid the sound of galloping horses.

The hero has returned.

——

"Is that the hero who has recently risen in the Ministry of Faith? "

On the top of the tower, Mr. Hu stared at the smoke rising in the distance. Beside him was a priest wearing a cardinal's robe, with an old and ordinary face.

Hearing Mr. Hu's question, the old priest did not say anything, but asked back: "How does it look, sir?"

Mr. Hu smiled and did not speak.

He just lowered his head and stared at the world from the sky.

"After watching here for a long time, I really feel that many things are not very important."

He whispered: "Just like the legend says: the gods live long and happily in the kingdom of heaven, without any worries. The grievances and fighting on the earth are not worth mentioning in heaven."

"Is this an Eastern myth?" The old priest sighed softly: "Whether in the East or the West, some things are always the same."

"Yes. "

Mr. Hu raised his head and stared at the scorching sun above his head, his pupils were coated with brilliant and majestic gold.

"There is no trouble in the kingdom of heaven, so they don't know that there is blood, fighting, and struggle on the earth. There are hawks flying on the palace, comets hitting the moon, and white rainbows piercing the sun. So, they don't know..."

He subconsciously reached out to press his waist, but pressed in vain, so his expression became gloomy and sighed softly:

"-There is a sword on the ground."

At that moment, the sword was drawn from the ground.

In the crowd, a hand pressed the pocket watch, and then 'Faust' opened his eyes from his sleep.

"Time, please stop for a while."

A desolate hymn sounded, full of pain and hope: "Just because you are so magnificent. "