Crown of Silence

Chapter 489 The world goes on as usual

He should have thought of it earlier.

Apart from the strange ability of Wolf Whistle to travel through the world that he had only shown to himself, who else had the ability to transfer prisoners away from the Tower of Judgment silently?

Apart from the warehouse where he used the excuse of a pack of wolves to live, where else in the Holy City could accommodate a dozen prisoners and hide from the limelight?

Apart from him, who else could continuously provide the revolutionary army with clues about the Silent Agency?

Apart from him, who else would find himself so nervous after the meeting that he would go to such an unnecessary length to divert Constantine's attention with his request, so that he could not think carefully and distinguish the clues they had been keeping?

Only Wolf Whistle.

Only Wolf Whistle.

"Why?"

He stared at the corpse that was stepping on Handel, and when he looked up, he saw Wolf Flute, who was expressionless in the pool of blood: "Aren't you Mr. Bach's student? Wolf Flute! Why do you do such a thing!"

Wolf Flute heard his voice, looked up, and seemed to smile at him, that smile was tired and complicated.

But he didn't explain anything, just said lightly:

"If you have a chance, apologize to the teacher for me."

The communication was cut off.

Wolf Flute looked back, stared at the many cardinals and nobles who were held hostage by the wolves, stared at those pale faces, and smiled.

"Let's make a deal."

He said: "I swear to Dayuan, if you let Mr. Gaius go, I won't kill you."

Surrounded by the wolves, everyone's face became ugly.

The cardinals stared at each other with gloomy eyes.

There is no doubt that the current situation is definitely the worst.

The situation is stronger than people.

Now His Holiness the Pope is dead.

If Wolf Whistle is more ruthless, then the Holy City will undoubtedly be completely destroyed. Here are experienced politicians and businessmen. They should bow their heads when they should. There is nothing shameful in temporarily admitting defeat.

But who will bow their heads?

In silence, someone finally came out. The old cardinal sighed: "I am old and no longer useful. Let me make this promise."

Wolf Whistle smiled: "Don't worry, I will abide by the agreement."

"No, you don't need to compromise with him."

In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan's voice rang out.

The wolves looked back, their eyes were green, as if the ghost fire was burning, that was an absolute killing intent. If Ye Qingxuan took another step forward, he would be killed here.

"Ye Zi, don't force me."

Wolf Whistle sighed: "In the Holy City, I don't want to fight you."

"Unfortunately, you have no choice."

Ye Qingxuan stood outside the wolf pack, did not step forward, but... closed his eyes.

——Dreamland!

At that moment, silence suddenly descended.

The entire central square instantly fell into a dead silence. The wolves quickly trembled and dissipated continuously. In the end, only the shadow of Anubis behind Wolf Flute was left roaring, resisting the erosion of the dream of silence and stubbornly refusing to dissipate.

Even the power of the scepter level could not maintain its integrity in this terrible silence!

"Protect His Highness!"

Soon, someone reacted, and the guards drew their swords and rushed to Wolf Flute: "Protect the Lord!"

The nobles and bishops present were always protected by warriors and musicians. Even if the musicians were not useful now, the warriors had room to play!

What's more, these warriors had more or less undergone the transformation of the chant surgery, replacing their limbs, bones, and internal organs with some artificial internal organs developed in imitation of demons or machines. The power that burst out in an instant was enough to make people jaw-dropping.

At the moment when Lang Di was suppressed by the Silent Dream, several black shadows whistled out from the crowd, pounced on Lang Di, and came to him in an instant.

But Lang Di was still looking at Ye Qingxuan.

"Is this the latest Dragon Sleeping Boundary you have mastered?"

He whispered softly, revealing a bitter smile: "It is indeed a tricky thing known as the prototype of Guixu."

Boom!

The next moment, a loud noise soared up.

In the interlaced moment, no one could see what happened.

But when that moment passed, everyone only saw a big hole in the chest of the warrior who rushed to the front. The alloyed bones have been twisted...

Lang Di's sleeves have exploded, under the muscles that expanded instantly.

His arm has turned blue-black, with a trembling metallic color, as if he has turned into a demon in an instant. On that palm, I don't know when a brass knuckle made of green gold has been put on.

Across the corpse that he could not believe until his death, Lang Di stared at Ye Qingxuan and smiled:

"——But, do you think I would not be prepared for your move?"

Boom!

The loud noise burst out again.

This time, they finally saw it clearly.

It was Lang Di swinging his fist.

When he swung his fist, he broke the air and a thunderous noise burst out.

Another person's head was violently smashed to pieces.

Facing the siege of many warriors, Lang Di did not advance but retreated. He took a step forward and squeezed into the arms of the warrior covered with iron armor. Then, the sound of bones breaking sounded, and the iron armor and arms were broken together. The heavy sword fell out of his hand and fell into the hands of Lang Di.

Lang Di leaped up like a flying bird, stepping on the corpse, and slashed down with his heavy sword.

In the shrill scream, sparks flew from the friction of steel. The enemy in front of him had been cut into two parts from head to tail, falling to both sides.

In the flying blood, Lang Di's red face had already rushed towards Ye Qingxuan.

In just a moment, Ye Qingxuan felt his perspective suddenly sink.

Then, the severe pain in his abdomen came to his mind belatedly.

The fist with brass knuckles hammered his lower abdomen mercilessly. No, it had already held back, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would not have flown backwards now, and had been completely interrupted.

But Lang Di's figure followed him like a shadow, raised his right leg, and pulled it towards Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan only had time to raise his arms to block his face.

Bang!

He felt a speeding carriage hit his body, and his body flew backwards and fell to the ground. In the huge shock, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but have an urge to vomit, but what surged in his throat was the sweet taste of blood.

Then, his hair was pulled up by Lang Di and held in front of him.

"Come, I'll teach you a lesson."

Lang Di showed a bloody smile, "The trump card is called a trump card, which means: it has weaknesses, any trump card is.

While being able to turn the tables, there must be the possibility of being turned over by the enemy.

Especially this move, when encountering an enemy with more than ten times stronger melee ability than you, don't expose your weaknesses..."

Then, a punch!

Bang!

Ye Qingxuan's eyes went black and he fell to the ground, unable to resist.

Lang Di's movements did not stop, but became more violent. This was no longer a pure duel, but a violent beating and ravage. Ye Qingxuan felt as if he was thrown into the furnace of a steel mill, and his whole body was constantly burning with pain.

In his ears, the hoarse voice of the wolf flute continued.

"Do you know? I was originally a child raised by wolves."

Kapa!

He skillfully dismantled Ye Qingxuan's arm, causing a scream: "Ten years ago, I was fourteen years old and was the strongest gladiator in the entire Canaan."

Bang!

He punched back without turning his head, and in the muffled sound, the enemy's heart burst behind him, bleeding from his facial features, and fell to the ground.

"Since I injected wolf blood seven years ago, I have never fought with anyone again, because... it is difficult for me to grasp the degree. I'm sorry if I hurt you."

He said, "As long as you admit defeat, I will stop."

Bang!

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, spit out broken teeth, and cursed.

The wolf flute smiled and said nothing, but raised his left hand without brass knuckles, clenched his fist, and hit the back of Ye Qingxuan's head. The huge shock made his mind completely trance, and he forgot where he was.

The shock applied through the skull will cause the musician's consciousness to completely blank out, and if things go wrong, it will even completely destroy the brain tissue.

Finally, the dreamland completely collapsed.

The dragon sleep barrier disappeared without a trace. Under the call of Anubis, the wolves walked out of the void again and dismembered several nobles who fled under the cover of the guards on the spot.

Leaving behind Ye Qingxuan who was barely awake in his hand, the wolf flute turned back and smiled at the bishops with livid faces: "Now, how about considering my suggestion again?"

The old cardinal was silent for a moment and sighed:

"Let them go, I will be responsible for it."

Anything, once someone takes the blame, will become extremely easy and simple.

From ancient times to the present, from the East to the West, whether it is human or demon, it is like this.

Soon, the crowd quickly made way.

Gaius stepped on the blood and walked down the high platform calmly, facing those eyes full of murderous intent and hatred, and smiled calmly.

"It's earlier than expected, and the situation is worse than expected."

Wolf Whistle glanced at Ye Qingxuan who fell to the ground in the distance, "I didn't want him to interrupt, but I didn't expect it..."

"Don't blame you."

Gaius shook his head, "Maybe some old friends who like to watch the fun want to cause me some trouble."

In the carriage at the end of the square, Hermes had left without a trace.

Wolf Whistle ignored the legions gathering in the distance and just looked at Gaius: "The Holy City must open the barrier. I have to go to the designated place to prepare first. When you arrive, leave immediately."

"That's good."

Gaius nodded, "Take me away from here first, and someone else will protect me later."

Wolf Whistle nodded, took Gaius's hand, and took a step forward.

The silver light instantly crossed the boundary and disappeared without a trace.

The square was in a mess.

Amid the roar of iron boots rubbing against stone slabs, the late legion finally rushed to the square and quickly stabilized the order. But in the Holy City, there were loud noises and roars one after another, and thick black smoke continued to rise into the sky, painting the sky black.

It was clearly under the scorching sun, but the Holy City was full of gloom and mist.

"The central headquarters of the Garrison Corps was attacked, and the casualties are unknown."

"Commander Duke Wilson was assassinated and is currently seriously injured and is being rescued..."

"The central water system was invaded. We found a large amount of toxins in the drinking water pipes and are currently organizing people to purify it."

"Several large explosions occurred inside the Pope's Palace, and the specific situation is unknown."

"The Holy Wheel Court was attacked, and the situation is unknown."

...

A series of bad news kept coming, and the panic-stricken nobles turned pale with fear. The bishops who had just escaped from danger were also thrown into chaos by this sudden impact.

"Waste! You bunch of waste!"

The Holy Absolution Department suffered the most serious damage, and six important officials have been confirmed dead. The archbishop in charge was furious: "How could it be infiltrated so easily by the revolutionary army?! Why didn't the confidentiality work of the Silent Agency work?! Are we investing so much material and manpower every year to transport supplies to the revolutionary army?"

The deputy of the Silent Agency was livid and silent.

Now Saint Handel has died in the hands of the traitor Wolf Flute. Needless to say, the Silent Agency has been infiltrated by others for so many years. Maybe they even know what color pants they wear every day!

At present, the Holy City branch has been completely paralyzed, and it is unknown how long it will take to rebuild.

For so many years, the revolutionary army seemed to be losing ground, lurking in the dark and accumulating so much power, but now it has erupted and achieved such terrible results.

Now it seems that the colonies far away in the New World may have fallen completely, and the revolutionary army has risen from the original level of a major concern to the level of a life-and-death struggle.

In the chaos, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

"Please return to your posts quickly to ensure that all institutions can work again."

The old Ludovico stood out from the crowd and opened his turbid eyes: "At this time, the most important thing is to pursue the traitor Constantine... No, pursue Gaius, and must not let him escape!"

"Archbishop Ludovico is right!"

Yunlou Qingshu also nodded and praised: "Yunlou City is willing to provide all the manpower and materials under its command to help the Holy City rebuild order."

Among the cardinals, several previously silent bishops came out one after another and stood on Ludovico's side.

Until this time, the nobles and embassies of various countries found that the Holy City One-hearted Monks had already controlled most of the power of the Holy City without knowing it. And after the death of the Pope, they took over most of the institutions.

In just half a minute, the Holy City could be said to have fallen into the hands of this group of old monks.

The Ascetic Monks, who used to be unremarkable, unexpectedly rose up in the power vacuum caused by the death of the Pope, and seemed to be... prepared?

Is this a coincidence?

Or...

"Now the Holy City is in chaos. In order to avoid further losses, the Holy See One Hearted Brothers will temporarily take charge of all matters of the Order before the next Pope is selected from the cardinals."

Ludovico said lightly: "I hope that all countries can also make necessary cooperation to quell this turmoil as soon as possible."

In the crowd, those who react quickly have begun to change their minds: "Now it seems that it is a blessing for all countries to be able to have the One Hearted Brothers take this huge risk. I will definitely support it and will not let Mr. Ludovico down."

Damn, flattering stuff!

The people who reacted a beat slower began to complain in their hearts, but their bodies were very honest, and they did not lag behind in their words, and they all expressed that they would fully cooperate next time.

Of course, there are also people who do not know the current situation and want to stand up and express their opposition.

But the fools who dared to do so have been sentenced to death in the hearts of most people. At the same time, they prayed in their hearts that they would not be implicated in the "revolutionary army attack" tonight or tomorrow.

The general trend.

Facing the support of everyone, Ludovico's old face showed a smile.

"Very good, with your support, the world will surely be able to resume operation soon."

Without the Red King, the world can still operate as usual.

This time, it is under the control of the Holy See One Heart Brothers.