Crown of Silence

Chapter 438 Eastern Expedition

"I am here to surrender myself to the Holy City."

Michelle said: "Everything Ye Qingxuan did was under my personal instruction. He was forced to assist me due to his position. I am willing to take all responsibilities and pay the price for it."

Fierce noises rang out, and the onlookers who had just returned stared at his back with dumbfounded eyes, then quietly stood up and went to the top of their mountain again to report the shocking news.

The toilets in the Holy Wheel Court were overcrowded for the first time since they were built.

And more people exchanged shocked looks with each other and discussed in low voices. The noisy low voices came one after another. Even a devout priest who came to witness Ye Qingxuan's death stood up and angrily scolded Michelle:

"Ridiculous! You..."

"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

Borja banged the gavel several times, the bailiffs came in and drove the rioting priest out of the venue, and the musicians suppressed everyone's voices.

So again, there was silence.

In the dead silence, Bastian was sweating profusely, his mind was racing, and his expression was changing rapidly.

Borja’s urging eyes made him unable to continue pretending to be dead, and he interrupted Michel, “Bishop Michel, don’t say such ridiculous things again.

Ye Qingxuan has nothing to do with you. Why should you be responsible for what he did? What's more, the victim of this trial is the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, so why should we protect him? "

Michelle lowered her eyes and didn't look at him at all. She just held the rosary in her hand as if she hadn't heard it.

Until Borja urged: "Bishop Michel, answer the prosecutor's question. This is your obligation as a witness here."

So Michelle sighed and raised her eyes.

"From the beginning, Ye Qingxuan was a member of the Ministry of Doctrine. The "Night on the Barren Mountain" passed down from him is the best evidence. Is there any other musician in the world who would choose to practice this piece of music that can only be used to kill people? The music of the devil?"

He stared at Bastian's face and said word by word: "The Hammer of Witches secretly recruited him ten years ago, and his records are still in the archives of the Ministry of Doctrine and are available for everyone to retrieve.

He is the best that the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith has had for decades and will in the future be able to revive the genius of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith and the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. "

"Then how can we explain Ye Qingxuan's killing of Colt?" Bastian asked again: "Colt is also a member of the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith, right? He is also known as a hero and the person who saved the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith..."

He regretted it before he finished speaking, regretting how messed up he was.

He should first make circumstantial remarks, lure his testimony, find loopholes in it, and then overturn it in one fell swoop, instead of stupidly asking direct questions...

From the start, he was overpowered.

He raised his gaze, not daring to look at the solemn robes and coat of arms representing the bishop. He took a deep breath and was about to open his mouth when he heard Michelle's voice.

"It was a mistake I made."

Michelle coughed violently, took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the scarlet from the corner of his mouth, and swallowed the medicine without anyone else. Soon, the coughing stopped.

His face turned red and his face was radiant, and even his rickety spine straightened up again, as if he had returned to normal. But the purple-green blood vessels under his neck floated. It was a vicious potion mixed in the blood, squeezing out every bit of remaining vitality.

"I gave the order in the name of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, ordering him to kill Colt."

He raised his voice. The voice was hoarse, but it was like the friction of gold and iron, stinging people's eardrums: "This is to redeem my mistake. Therefore, I also caused disaster and paid the price."

Bastian opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Michelle looked over.

"Shut up, don't interrupt my words."

Michelle looked at him coldly: "I am already old. Even in court, I must at least learn to respect the elderly. Cardinals, please do not be disrespectful."

Bastian was stunned, sweating profusely, and opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

The old man's eyes were like those of a nightmare, green and deathly black, making one breathless.

This is the judge who once crucified countless demons on the stake!

Even though he is also a prosecutor, unlike Bastian, a civil servant who only sits in his office and blows the cold air, his court is in the wilderness of the dark world.

He arrested, he judged, he executed, he established human teachings in the dark world, and used the corpses of demons to ignite the light of fire.

Over the years, he has been terminally ill, mired in quagmire due to political failures, bedridden for various reasons, and watched as the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith slowly died and was dying.

He is old.

Now, he stood here again, having made up his final determination, and would not allow anyone to dare to stand in front of him.

If you open your mouth again, you will die.

Those eyes said it clearly.

Bastian swallowed his dry spit, his face pale.

"I hereby surrender my crime to the Holy City."

Michel raised his voice, and his hoarse voice echoed in the Holy Wheel Court: “In order to revive the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, I went astray.

In order to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I was deceived by Colt, without any review, and regardless of the will of the Holy City, I made the first mistake by admitting him to the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith.

I committed the second one after I realized who he really was and the crimes he had committed.

——In order to protect the honor of the Ministry of the Doctrine of the Faith, I ordered Ye Qingxuan to execute him secretly at all costs, and was also prepared to sacrifice him afterwards to show the innocence of the Ministry of the Doctrine of the Faith. "

"Everything Ye Qingxuan did was approved by me, and my secretary will submit the detailed records to the Holy Wheel Court as evidence. So that I can be convicted in the future."

Borja looked at the dazed Bastian several times, but Bastian was stunned, unaware of his sight, and even dared not speak.

Borja frowned and asked:

"Bishop Michel, how do you explain the Ministry of the Doctrine of the Faith's protection of Colt? And the sacrifice of dozens of witch hammers and purgatory musicians?"

"This is all acting."

Michel said lightly: "Those who died had different political views from me. They were sexually depraved betrayers who had long forgotten the glory of the Ministry of the Doctrine of the Faith.

In order to ensure their death, I even attacked a church, causing two innocent priests to be displaced. I am just the crime I committed.

I am very glad that in the end, Ye Qingxuan was able to stand up and correct my mistakes.

Even though he knew that he would be sacrificed by me, he was still faithfully carrying out my orders and never violated them. In the end, in front of the gate of the Holy City, the words he said were actually for me to hear.

I am extremely ashamed of this, and I know the mistakes I have made. Even if I pray to the gods, the guilt and regret in my heart can never be reduced. I have abandoned the way of God and committed many unforgivable sins because of this. I am willing to accept all punishments and pay any price for this. "

He turned around and looked at the dazed Ye Qingxuan.

This was the first time that Ye had seen Ye Qingxuan and saw this stunned young man so closely.

So he smiled.

Everything in the future...

I will leave it to you.

He retracted his gaze and whispered softly.

"——May the Lord be with you. "

Then, a holy light descended from the sky.

The majestic and pure light was like a flame, covering him inch by inch, pulling him into the flames, and slowly turning him into ashes.

Amid screams and astonishment, the jurors' faces changed drastically, and even the projection of the Cardinal Church began to shake.

"Stop him!"

Borja lost his composure, stood up from his seat, and shouted to the dazed bailiff: "Musician! Find a musician! Organize him quickly! "

Michelle wants to die here!

Unfortunately, it can't be stopped.

This is the musician's suicide. Even if the Red King is here, it is impossible to stop this.

When he said that he was willing to pay any price for this, he triggered the chapter of destiny in his body. The chapter of destiny, which inherited the meaning of divine punishment, ignited the ether and turned into a vast flame, engulfing him from the inside out.

Since he stepped into the court, he had made up his mind.

The Ministry of the Doctrine of the Faith cannot compete with the behemoth of the Holy See One Hearted Brothers. Even if Michelle took all the blame on himself and made such a testimony, he would definitely be found out.

There may even be traitors within the Ministry of the Doctrine of the Faith, and he himself may have something that ordinary people don't know. 's flaws... As long as they find any opportunity, it will be enough to make his last efforts fall through.

Therefore, this is his last chance.

Under the witness of the Church of Cardinals, in the Holy Wheel Court, he surrendered to the Holy City and apologized with his death, so that everything would be settled.

Death is not terrible.

He has lived for so many years, and it is time to live enough.

In the burning of the flames, he stood in the witness stand, whispering the scriptures in the Holy Scriptures. But his eyes, but stared at Maxwell beyond the flames.

Maxwell couldn't bear to watch any more, closed his eyes, and just nodded.

Then he smiled, as if he had been redeemed from this turbid world and quagmire, and walked towards death willingly.

"Why choose us, Bishop Michel."

Maxwell's voice seemed to ring again.

"Because at this time in the world, only Anglia needs the power of the Ministry of the Faith the most. In order to preserve this power, he is willing to be the enemy of half of the Holy City. "

From that moment on, Michel knew that he would die here.

It was not the battlefield of the Eastern Expedition, nor the hospital bed. There was no glorious ending, but a humiliating and humble death with sin.

The judge died in the trial.

Your Majesty, is this probably the ending you chose for me?

He seemed to suddenly realize and chuckled softly.

Very good, very much to my liking...

Thank you for your mercy and compassion, and thank you for your forgiveness.

In the burning flames, severe pain came, he seemed to feel that his body was turning into ashes inch by inch, drifting out from under the robe.

It seemed that someone was screaming, someone was shouting in panic, someone tried to approach, but couldn't Step into this sacred light.

But gradually, nothing can be seen, and there is no sound anymore.

Only the burning pain continues, as if it will continue endlessly, until the end of purgatory.

The memories of the past seem to be ignited by the flames, and they turn into ashes along with me. But in a trance, a faint voice sounded, as if I had returned to seventy years ago...

"I tell everyone present, and everyone who is not present: This is God's will!"

The solemn voice declared from above, as if conveying the gospel of heaven: "Let us engage in a sacred war, a great crusade to reclaim land for mankind!

Let all arguments and struggles cease, and set out on the journey! Take back the fertile land from the evil gods and demons! That dark world, as the "Holy Scripture" says, is the land given to our ancestors by God! "

In a trance, Michel suddenly had the urge to cry again. He stood in the darkness, followed those companions who had been waiting for a long time, and set out on the road to the deeper darkness.

He shouted, and together with the deceased teacher, the comrades who died in humiliation, and the priests who died in depression, they enthusiastically followed the voice forward.

"... Let those who used to fight with others fiercely for personal matters now fight against demons for their compatriots! This is a battle worth participating in, a battle that will eventually win!

Let those who used to be robbers now fight for humanity and become knights of God!

Let those who used to fight endlessly with their relatives and friends now fight with those demons who blasphemed the holy land with confidence!

Set out to the east! To get eternal rewards! ”

“Eastern Expedition!”

“Eastern Expedition!”

“Eastern Expedition!”

Amid the cheers of countless people, Michelle was jubilant, but could not help but burst into tears.

“Go east, everyone… go to the dark world…” In the dying thoughts, the last sad words came: “Go to the battlefield that we are obsessed with… go to the blood and bones…”

If one day, you go there, please take my soul with you…

Michelle disappeared in the darkness.

-

In silence, on the witness stand, only pure white ashes and a solemn robe were left.

Silently, the projection of the Cardinal Church dissipated and left.

Everyone stared silently at the last traces of Michelle.

“Adjourn for ten minutes. "

Borja knocked down the gavel.

——

The bells of the holy city rang loudly.

At the port, an ordinary merchant ship bound for Angola was about to set sail, and a crowd of people gathered. Those young and middle-aged people seemed to come from all over the world, each different.

But when they stood together, they exuded the same breath in their bones.

When the bell rang, the whistle echoed loudly.

Those who boarded the ship turned their heads involuntarily and stared at the steel city in the distance. Some people looked gloomy, some looked stern, and some old people had tears in their eyes.

Michelle is dead.

From now on, the Ministry of Doctrine no longer exists in this world.

The old and dead shell will sink into the quagmire, and the new blood and backbones drawn out will embark on a displaced road, go to the dark world with the help of Anglo, and rebuild their hometown there.

Even if you bear the name of a traitor, even if you can never come back here in this life, no matter how heavy the price is!

Let's start the long wait before the Eastern Expedition.

One day, we will go there.

Go to the deepest part of the darkness.

Light it up!