Crown of Silence

Chapter 508 Resurrection

In the dark hall, the dim firelight illuminated the broken face of the saint's statue. The statue covered with moss and cracks extended from the wall, holding a torch and staring into the depths of darkness.

Wisps of miserable green aura are lingering in this huge hall, scurrying like a living snake. In the sad melody, the green mist continued to expand and contract. Every time it contracted, a sharp scream came from the darkness.

Those moaning voices struggled painfully in the depths of the mist, cursing hoarsely.

"Ludovic, how dare you usurp the papacy!"

"Black Musician... As a cardinal, you colluded with the Black Musician, Ludovic, God's wrath! God's wrath! God's wrath will turn you to ashes sooner or later!"

"Lord Ludovic, I am willing to surrender and serve you..."

Before the pleading voice could finish speaking, it let out a scream, and the crisp sound of broken bones came from the poisonous mist, followed by a hoarse voice:

"You can kill us, Ludovic, but the Salomon Temple will never tolerate blasphemy by a sinner like you! The thousand-year glory of the Holy City will never be destroyed in your hands, never!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound in the poisonous mist, and the sacred light that burned life lit up, and was immediately extinguished by the ubiquitous darkness.

In the mist and darkness, there was a steady stream of chewing sounds, and blood spattered and fell on the statues of the saints, staining their dull faces red.

Until the end, there was silence, no more sound.

It seemed like the wind was coming.

The miserable green mist squirmed, gathered together, turned into a thin line of fluorescent light, and returned to a skull wine glass.

The wine glass was held up by a haggard old musician, who smiled sinisterly and looked back behind him.

"The trouble is solved, sir."

So, in the darkness, footsteps sounded, and the group walked into the light of the fire.

The priests wearing sacred robes stood in the firelight, with ferocious bird-beak masks on their faces.

It wasn't until he was sure that there were no more toxic substances left in the air that the leader of the group took off his mask, revealing Ludovic's face.

He stood in front of the mutilated corpses and glanced at them expressionlessly.

"Why are there so many idiots like this who can't tell the current situation everywhere they go?"

No one answered.

Holding the papal scepter in his hand, Ludovic walked towards the deepest part of the underground hall, the bronze door, and stared at the ferocious relief above.

Above the jaw-droppingly huge door were three ugly bronze statues. The shackled sinners stared at the door at their feet, struggling in pain and unwilling to approach.

And just above the door, among the countless gloomy and gorgeous reliefs, hundreds of human-sized bronze reliefs performed the pain of hell on the door. The light of heaven representing salvation shone on them, making them look up longingly. , staring at the radiant person in the center of the door, surrounded and served by angels.

This is the door to hell and salvation.

Ludovic stretched out his hand, touched the painful face on the bronze door, and smiled sympathetically.

This is the forbidden place that only the popes of the past can enter, the secret sanctuary where the sacred cauldron is sealed, and the sacred temple that only the Red King can know, step into, and master.

——The Temple of Salomon.

"Nibelungen."

Ludovic spoke, and then a calm voice sounded from the dark ceiling: "Holy See, what are your orders?"

"I don't have any instructions, I just want to thank you."

Ludovic stared at the three inches of void in front of him and said calmly: "The Temple of Salomon is hidden in the deepest part of the Holy City. Without your guidance, I'm afraid I still can't find the way through the Minotaur. 'Methods."

"It is my duty to lead the way for the Pope."

"Do you recognize me as the Pope?" Ludovic raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's really interesting. So many humans think that my position is unfair, but a natural disaster is willing to recognize me as the Pope."

"To me, the Pope is just the Pope."

Nibelungen replied: "The contract I made with mankind is to record the stories of their existence.

In the story, the role of the Holy See is no different from anyone else. Since you were selected by the Sistine Council, you are the Pope.

After drinking the sacred blood, you become the new Red King. "

"Don't you choose a side for yourself?" Ludovic laughed mockingly: "A natural disaster is like a grass on the wall."

"The recorder cannot have a position, otherwise the record will be biased."

Nibelungen said: "The 'Three Wise Men' coexist with human beings, but each has its own nature and path. I am not a guide or a leader, but just a 'witness'."

It is my responsibility to witness, record, and preserve events. I don't stop others from reading these stories, nor do I try to change them.

If you think I am harboring evil intentions, there is no need to believe me. "

Nibelungen's words were simple and straightforward, but they made Ludovic laugh: "Nibelungen, do you really think you know everything?"

"Not yet."

Nibelungen replied: "As long as I continue to witness, continue to record, and continue to observe, one day I will."

"Then I wish you can realize this impossible dream as soon as possible."

Ludovic waved his voice away.

The hall returned to silence.

"Finally...it's about to begin."

Ludovic stared at the door in front of him and murmured softly.

Under the dim light, all the followers retreated respectfully and prostrated themselves on the ground. Only Ludovic stepped forward, raised the papal scepter in his hand, and solemnly recited the secret words to open the door.

"—All flesh shall die together, and all men shall return to dust."

collapse!

The papal crosier was embedded in a hole in the ground, causing the huge square to tremble. Amidst the sound of steel rubbing against each other, countless concentrically nested brass rings rotated on the ground, and the mechanism unfolded, revealing the densely packed gears under the square. Those gears patrolled each other along the track, collided, emitted sparks, rubbed against each other, and twisted. , bursting out with magnificent and huge power.

That kind of terrifying power bursts out from copper and iron, but it transcends matter, as if it is above life and death, beyond ordinary people's imagination. It moved in the darkness, igniting fire, melting iron and stone, and bursting out with a loud roar like a dragon's roar.

A storm blew in from the darkness.

The gates of hell burst open.

——

Ye Qingxuan woke up from the pain, raised his head and looked at his hands.

His hands were still nailed to the iron wall, and the silver nails were stained with blood. Sometimes it is not a good thing to have too much vitality. The flesh and blood have been healed, as if they were growing on silver nails. The slightest movement will cause excruciating pain.

In the darkness, there were footsteps.

"You recovered faster than expected."

The Clothes of Original Sin glanced at Samuel outside the cage. In the dim light, Samuel was wearing a red robe. He could not see clearly the body underneath, but the exposed head was broken and incomplete. The left half The head has disappeared without a trace, and the remaining face is filled with hatred and madness.

"Open the cage." Samuel said hoarsely: "I just received news from Lord Ludovic... Everything went well, he is no longer needed now."

"Then leave it to you."

The Clothes of Original Sin glanced at Ye Qingxuan one last time: "Try to keep his brain and preserve his consciousness... treat him as a gift, and my master will accept your love."

"No."

Samuel ignored the friendship of a dark minister, gritted his teeth and made a cold voice:

"——I will cut him into pieces!"

The Clothes of Original Sin was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, there was a crisp sound of 'clicking'.

Just like a melon ripening and falling off its stem.

Ye Qingxuan's head detached from his shoulders and rolled to the ground.

Until his death, he had a look of disbelief on his face.

——

Ludovic walked silently on the long dark road.

At the core of the Holy City, beneath the Papal Palace, the Saloman Temple is hidden among the fragments of the etheric realm and is guarded by numerous facilities.

Even if the door to hell is opened, there are still countless barriers and cross roads behind the door to protect its existence.

It is precisely because of understanding its importance that human beings are so scheming to guard its existence that they have even exhausted all imaginable methods, laid all the traps they can create, and hid all the traps that may be discovered. Mark of……

Even if the gods come, they will be temporarily lost in this endless darkness.

But the Pope's scepter glowed with a faint light, illuminating the way forward, guiding Ludovic straight forward, ignoring the illusions and lights around him, and pushed open a series of doors.

Countless well-designed traps along the way were silent in the light. Even so, the little things leaked were enough to make people tremble.

It's like walking on a tightrope above a cliff.

Until the end, Ludovic had landed in the deepest part of the etheric world and walked into the sacred city from the inside.

Under the protection of countless stars, in the light and splendor like the kingdom of heaven, the last door opened silently in front of him, revealing the huge space hidden deep inside.

In the darkness that no light can illuminate, stands an ancient altar.

It was as if a stone cauldron stood on the altar, receiving a ray of misty light and brewing the crystal clear holy blood.

Staring at the stone cauldron, even though he was as deep as Ludovic, his eyes lit up with green fire:

"Holy Cauldron..."

But at that moment, the smile on his face disappeared.

Because behind the altar, there was a hoarse coughing sound.

It was like years of lung disease had taken hold. The voice was coughing heartbreakingly and painfully. Until finally, he reluctantly stopped and took out a handkerchief to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately."

The rickety old man held the edge of the altar and slowly walked out from behind. When he looked at Ludovic, his expression became extremely helpless:

"And my back hurts a little, especially...here."

He pointed at the back of his heart—the part where a dagger should have been penetrated—even now it was still intact.

In that wisp of ethereal and sacred light, the old man raised his face, revealing that familiar face, which made Ludovic's expression even more ugly.

He should have been dead long ago.

Under the witness of many bishops, the body was burned to ashes by fire and buried in the underground palace with all the popes.

But now, the former pope who should have died long ago is standing in front of the sacred cauldron, looking at one of the masterminds who may have killed him, but he smiles.

That smile was cheerful and mocking, but it made people feel particularly ghostly.

Because everyone knows that the former Red King is most famous for his iron face and indifference - that person will never laugh!

"I'm still alive, are you confused?"

The former Pope sat on the steps of the altar, smiled, spread his hands, and said mysteriously: "As you can see, it's just as the scriptures say..."

"--I'm resurrected."