Crown of Silence

Chapter 509 Eternal Darkness

"——I am resurrected!"

Faced with the miracle of the former pope's resurrection from the dead and his impassioned declaration, Ludovic remained expressionless and looked at his smile coldly.

resurrection?

Nonsense.

As a member of the Cardinal Church and the president of the Congregation of the Holy Fathers who holds many secrets, he knows better than anyone else that the resurrection mentioned in the holy scriptures is nothing but nonsense.

If he could be resurrected, why would he choose the Red King from generation to generation? Wouldn't it be better to let the oldest Red King rule this world forever?

If it was just to make a dead person stand in front of others again, Ludovic knew countless ways.

The 'human body refining' of the school of change puts a series of elements such as iron, calcium, sodium, potassium... into water and replaces them into a complete human body.

The Psalm School of Flesh Multiplication can collect a small piece of human flesh and then cultivate it completely.

Not to mention the fantasy school of illusion materialization and the summoning school that use animal nature to simulate human nature and create humanoid monsters out of thin air...

But this is far from resurrection.

In other words, the most perfect resurrection cannot be achieved...

Then, there is only one possibility left.

"I see, is it a substitute who died?"

Ludovic nodded slowly: "From this point of view, it was a miscalculation."

But in front of him, the old guard slowly shook his head: "If you want to talk about the Pope, the substitute should be me. Or, let's use a more accurate vocabulary, let's call it... the predecessor.

I am the predecessor of the Pope, but I am not the Pope, and neither are you..."

Ludovic sneered: "If you want to regain the position of Pope, don't pretend to be a fool. We have been old friends for so many years. Perhaps, I should try your skills to experience the power of the Red King."

Facing the piercing killing intent emanating from Ludovic, the watcher couldn't help but sigh:

"No need, I'm not the Red King, why would I fight with the human incarnation of the Hundred-Eyed One? Just be nice and don't kill me, okay?

I won't compete with you. "

He asked without dignity, his eyes widened to show his sincerity: "Look, you passed the selection of the Sistine Council, you put on the crown in public, and held the papal scepter.

Now the whole world knows you are the Pope, right? "

He paused and murmured meaningfully: "Although the so-called Pope is just a new coat. And you still need the last step..."

Before he finished speaking, the ground in the hall shook violently.

Cracks emerged from the steel earth, then rapidly expanded and increased in value, and finally fell apart amidst the operation of the machinery below.

Countless steel collided, and amid the roar of hammers, the light of hot lava emerged from under the steel floor. In the hot lava, countless mechanisms absorb the heat of the lava and operate, bursting out with great power.

The hammer struck, the lathe ran, and in the lava, the huge winch slowly rotated, pulling the iron coffin brewing in the flames to slowly rise.

The iron coffin absorbing the high heat had turned scorching red and fell to the ground, but it did not emit any hot air. All the heat was greedily absorbed by the things inside the iron coffin.

In the sacred cauldron, the handful of crystal blood disappeared without knowing when.

As the iron coffin fell apart, a boiling sound sounded.

In the iron coffin, a steel skeleton floated in a huge petri dish.

In the low roar, the sacred blood was injected into it, turning into countless red crystals and attaching to the skeleton, plating the steel skeleton with a layer of red.

Soon, the red crystal turned into a thin layer of fascia and flesh.

In the dazzling electric light and roar, countless blood-colored crystals proliferated from the iron bones. Sometimes they showed an iron-like color, sometimes they turned into pale green or pure white. In the end, they gradually became fixed and turned into A material like flesh and blood.

Even if it is completely different from flesh and blood.

A brand new body slowly emerged from it, neither more nor less, neither weak nor strong, just like an ordinary person's body. First comes the muscles and fascia, then the internal organs and organs, and finally the skin and hair.

As the petri dish burst and the viscous liquid splashed, the thing that relied on the iron bones to transform into a human finally opened its eyes, reached out, and pulled out the tube on the back of its head.

The slender and sharp pipe pierced his head and fell to the ground with a crackling electric light on it.

Immediately afterwards, the look of humanity lit up in the hollow eyes of the body.

But that face... looked like Ludovic's!

The guardian of the altar cracked nuts and asked calmly: "Have you changed into new clothes?"

The new ‘Ludovic’ nodded and looked at his palms:

"It's much easier than before..."

When he first started speaking, his voice was a little stiff, but it soon became smoother. It changed from a hoarse and strange electric sound to a deep and powerful voice that was indistinguishable from Ludovic.

He glanced at the guardian and said calmly: "Your body template is too bad."

"You wouldn't say that in front of me, would you?"

The caretaker sighed helplessly, "Although the clothes are not as good as new, although the old clothes are not good-looking, they still have feelings for you. I let you hang out in my skin for so many years, and I didn't even say a word of thanks. Isn't that too much? My old arms and legs are useless! Do you have any conscience?"

“…”

‘Ludovik’ was silent.

The guard shook his head and sighed: “Has the new personality not been loaded yet? You can’t even take a joke.”

The new Ludovik ignored him, but stared at the ‘body’ with a gloomy face holding the Pope’s scepter, and stretched out his hand:

“Now, you can return my scepter to me.”

“I see,”

Ludovik looked at the ghost thing in front of him coldly, his expression clear: “… It’s a dead thing, right?

You are not a human, not even a living thing, but you look exactly like a human. The popes of all generations are actually this kind of puppet thing?”

He Staring at the guard mockingly, he laughed: "The Sistine Councils of all ages are actually looking for a new outfit for this ghost thing? Where is your proud self-will? Is it reflected in this dead puppet?"

"Dead thing? It seems that you didn't recognize me?"

The man called the ghost thing spoke, making a familiar voice, but this time the voice sounded like dozens of voices overlapping:

"Disappointing, Ludovico, didn't you just laugh at me for being a 'fence-sitter' who doesn't choose a position for myself?"

At that moment, Ludovico was stunned and his face changed.

"...Nibelungen?"

"No."

The guard shook his head indifferently:

"This is the 'Red King'."

On the altar, the ethereal light suddenly expanded and lit up, illuminating the dim hall and the wall behind the altar.

On the ordinary wall, there were sixteen crystal boxes filled with viscous liquid.

In those boxes, in the liquid with strange colors, there were brains soaked one after another, a total of sixteen.

Those brains taken out of the skull were soaked in the liquid and were still working. Although some of them had shrunk and dried up after a long time, they still looked fresh.

Strands of strains were entangled on those brains, rooted in their consciousness, looking like weeds growing on the brains.

They extended out from the crystal box, entangled with each other, and finally sank into the huge alchemical matrix. Following the alchemical matrix, they sank into the deepest layer of the underground palace, connecting countless brains.

Every month, a group of brains of the dead were taken out and connected to this huge network to become part of it... Those dead people were reborn in this "land of the dead"!

"See? This is the real Nibelung."

The guardian stroked the boxes and whispered softly:

"--The kingdom of the dead under the holy city!"

"...You..."

Ludovik's face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth: "You dedicated yourself to Nibelung?"

"It's just coexistence."

The puppet that looked exactly like Ludovik spoke, staring at the thin strains that looked like spider silk, "Among the three sages, the body of Nibelung is just a parasite like this strain - its consciousness is too weak to exist alone, and it must have the help of humans to survive.

So, the first generation of the Red King signed a contract with it, and from him, he turned himself into a part of it..."

Since then, successive popes have integrated their brains into it like the Red King.

The strains of Nibelung parasitize those brains, maintaining their consciousness and connecting their thoughts together.

In this strange community-like situation, humans were able to inherit the terrible secrets from the ancient dark ages and fight against natural disasters.

Today, under the efforts of successive popes, the consciousness of Nibelung has become a behemoth that humans cannot match, and has become the foundation of the Holy City and the human world.

The cardinal selected by the Sistine Conference succeeded the Pope, came here, walked into the biggest secret of this holy city, served as its "guardian", and could never leave again.

Until the new successor appeared, the old caretaker could follow the footsteps of his predecessor, integrate himself into the country of the dead, and gather with the past popes.

All along, what people have seen is just its surface consciousness - the artificial intelligence unified by the "Natural Disaster Nibelung" itself - it supports the huge internal affairs of the church, and builds a financial system based on "Lapis Lazuli", so that money can run smoothly between the countries and the holy city like blood.

The 'lighthouse' is its eyes, helping it to monitor all the turmoil in the world at all times, and the great wisdom composed of countless brains assists the College of Cardinals, using the church as a carrier to maintain the stability and balance of the human world.

Just as it said to Ludovik, the natural disaster Nibelungen records everything and witnesses everything, but this is just one of the purposes that 'Nibelungen' brings to this 'group'.

And the leader of its real core consciousness is the brain of the sixteen former popes in the crystal box...

In this way, with Nibelungen as the intermediary, the dead and the living, the dead and the saints, humans and natural disasters merged into one.

In front of the altar, the puppet, no, it should be said that the 'Pope', he opened his hands and declared to Ludovik in the tone and appearance of the popes of all generations:

"What you see now is the consciousness of the sixteen generations of popes from ancient times to the present, the real... 'Red King'!"

Beside the Pope, the guard sighed helplessly and glanced at Ludovico: "Thanks to you, I should have been the seventeenth... It seems that I have to wait another thirty years."

"..."

Ludovico was silent.

In the deathly silence, he stared indifferently at the Pope and the Guardian in front of him, but his eyes were still arrogant and disdainful, just sneered:

"Human tricks always surprise me."

"Why do you still hold it up until now?"

The guard looked at him and couldn't help shaking his head: "After being overturned, you should at least say 'This is impossible' twice to count!"

"Overturn?"

Ludovico sneered and threw away the Pope's scepter in his hand: "No, you got one thing wrong, that is... From the moment I walked in here, you have already lost!"

Boom!

A loud noise brewed from his body.

A shrill crack extended from his body, across his face, fine cracks extended to the surroundings, and peeled fragments fell from his body.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to be an ordinary human being, but had become a non-human. He looked more like a porcelain that was about to break.

But under the crack, there was no blood, but darkness, a bottomless darkness.

It was like leading to the abyss.

The dark flames extended from the crack, burning his old face and robes, revealing his true appearance.

He wore a three-layer crown with dark purple gems on it, reflecting the light of the abyss.

He held a six-section scepter, which was like a white bone carving. At the top of the scepter, the bone emblem was dyed red by blood.

He wore a black religious robe with silver patterns, depicting a dark and terrifying hell.

After the flesh and blood were burned out, the body revealed a skeleton decorated with lapis lazuli, agate, and amber. Under the decoration of jewelry, the skeleton also became solemn and solemn.

On the face, Ludovik's features have completely faded, replaced by a blurry black mist, spreading a dark but sacred melody.

He still looks like the Pope, but no Pope has ever had such a gloomy and strange aura.

At this moment, he has abandoned the disguise of 'Ludovik' and transformed into his true self.

The real 'Original Dark Pope'!

The current Saloman Temple has been swallowed by the breath of the abyss.

"Wait? This is not stealing, you want to force it?"

The guard wiped the cold sweat on his forehead in astonishment, and glanced at the Pope in front of him: "I'm done with my mouth cannon, and the rest is up to you. Hold on!"

After that, he rolled on the ground skillfully, grabbed the Pope's scepter on the ground without caring about his demeanor, and then fell into the crack below with Nibelungen and disappeared.

"Then, declare it here!"

The voice of the Original Dark Pope sounded from between heaven and earth.

That cold and solemn hoarse voice spread in all directions, covering the entire holy city, but it still did not stop, but swept to all directions.

From the permafrost in the north, to the endless ocean in the west, from the burning desert in the south, to the hundred thousand mountains in the east. Even in the dark world, in the secret realm of ether...

At this moment, Asgard, Anglo, Burgundy, the Caucasus Federation and even the Zhendan Empire, all human beings, whether awake or asleep, old or young, men or women.

All humans, all demons, listened to the voice of the original dark pope.

Immediately afterwards, in the deepest part of the ether world, the silent abyss suddenly erupted with endless darkness. The mighty and shrill bell sounded from the abyss.

So, all the musicians changed their colors.

They all felt it...

The entire ether sea was boiling!

In my lifetime, there has never been such a magnificent and terrifying scene. In the void of the etheric sea, countless waves rose from the ground, and the sea tide swept in all directions.

The storm from the deepest part of the etheric world rushed into the ocean, rolling up countless whirlpools and tornadoes, causing all the musicians to temporarily lose the ability to perform music.

But what is more terrifying is that with the call of the bell, the terrifying etheric fluctuations rose from the four wildernesses.

That is a natural disaster!

At this moment, the Central Temple was filled with alarms, and unprecedented high-pitched alarms sounded from everyone's ears.

The silver tide, the holy white storm, the rain of destruction, the Abaddon locust plague... Eight phenomena appeared in turn.

At that moment, the silver etheric sea was dyed blood red, and the endless waves turned into blood tides, indicating the arrival of destruction.

Then, in the dim nebula, dozens of violent suns suddenly appeared-that was the terrifying wave set off by the natural disaster.

They revived, they came.

At this moment, the heads of all observation agencies in various countries had a hysterical impulse to draw their swords and commit suicide.

In the terrible sound of the bell of destruction, in the forbidden area of ​​the dark world, the natural disasters that had been sleeping for who knows how many years woke up at the same time.

Then, following the guidance of the bell, they marched towards the human world.

'Chaos Beast', 'Bahamut', 'Eagle Wing Mother', 'Spider Son', 'Seth', 'Eyeless Snake'...

Just in the observation, in just a few seconds, more than a dozen terrible natural disasters listed in the major threat list have revived.

Even the traces of the Dark Mother Earth have appeared again.

In the abyss, the dark lords cast their dark eyes towards the material world, staring at this city of steel.

But the most terrifying thing is that in the deepest part of the abyss, in that violent darkness, the terrifying figure that is so huge that it is unimaginable for humans opened his eyes...

One pair, two pairs, three pairs... and finally, pupils like stars in the sky shone in the darkness. That is the body of the Hundred Eyes, the essence of the abyss!

Now, the abyss is staring at you.

"Your golden age is about to end--"

With the incarnation of the original Dark Pope, His hoarse voice sounded in everyone's ears, making people's hearts and minds turbulent and crazy. With the sound of the bell, it seemed to swallow everything into this bottomless abyss.

"-From now on, the eternal darkness will come!"

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