Crown of Silence

Chapter 512 Prologue

The moment he walked out of the underground palace, Ye Qingxuan almost suffocated.

In the chaotic streets, there were screams of people everywhere.

The sunlight was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. Sometimes it was close at hand, one side was dazzling and hot as if walking under the sun, and the other side was so cold that it froze people's bones.

Under the light, the shadows danced abnormally, like living things.

The dusk sky became like a pot of boiling iron, splashing down turbulently. Cracks appeared on the ancient buildings, and the roar of collapse came from the depths of the earth.

The colors of reality peeled off and faded under the erosion of the ether wave. This steel city was gradually being alienated into a demonic realm.

The roaring bells were deafening, and they sounded layer by layer. The huge barrier supported the foundation of this city, resisting the erosion of the ether tide, so as not to fall apart in this terrifying wave.

Thousands of iron towers burst out with fiery light, propping up the dancing darkness and illuminating the world.

In this dusk when all the light was fading rapidly, the Holy City glowed with thousands of feet of light as if it was on fire, even though it was burned red by the light and full of cracks.

The power of the abyss gushed out, and the Holy City was the first to be hit.

The first to be affected were human senses.

Those with more sensitive perceptions had already glimpsed the huge black shadow gradually emerging above the sky. Under the peeping of countless pairs of cold eyes, their wills were tortured like whips and fell to the brink of collapse.

But the dull people were completely unaware, just watching the people in the crowd suddenly fall to the ground, spit blood, and fall into madness, and then screamed and fled around.

Just like a mouse who didn't know he was in a hot iron house.

The celebration of the Holy City had just ended, and the funeral was hastily staged.

This place was already the center of the battlefield.

The scorching wind swept across, heralding the precursor of a tragic war.

Musicians with deep background like Ye Qingxuan were fine. In the chaos and roar along the way, countless musicians stumbled and fell to the ground, bleeding from their facial features, their heart sounds disintegrated, and died tragically on the spot.

Even Ye Qingxuan felt a burst of suffocation at this time. If it were not for the protection of the Cloth of Original Sin, he would definitely be dying, and his combat power would be reduced by more than 40%.

Now the Holy City barrier is running at full capacity, trying its best to maintain the order of the human world so that this place will not evolve into a dark world.

The material world seems to be just chaos, and there is no other abnormality.

But in the deepest layer of the etheric world, the huge abyss has collided with the Holy City at the same place, bursting out endless turbulence and roar.

The Holy City glowed with endless flames.

The abyss shook and shook off a layer of dust - that was the seed of the demon.

The fight between the two giants affected the entire etheric world. Under the impact of the terrifying waves, even the light of the scepter in the far distance became a candle in the wind, shaky and ready to fall.

I don’t know how many secret realms fell apart in the impact.

The first to suffer in the battle between giants is the ants.

Countless monsters in the etheric world panicked and fled in all directions, taking advantage of the next wave of terrifying aftermath to escape to other secret realms.

The etheric world was in such chaos, and the etheric sea was also surging.

When the terrifying shock passed through the nine layers of the etheric sea and was transmitted to the material world, it almost caused the nearest holy city to fall apart. The turbulent music theory and terrifying changes were like storms and tsunamis to the musicians.

The drastic changes in the outside world caused the imbalance of the music theory in the body, resulting in disastrous consequences.

Orientals call this phenomenon "headwind".

Musicians with weak foundations and unreasonable music theory in their bodies are almost all affected to some extent. The lighter ones just feel bored and want to vomit, while the more serious ones will vomit blood.

As for those who take precious potions to advance, the changes in their music theory in their bodies cannot keep up with the external environment, or those who have been severely injured in the early years and have been forcibly suppressed, the ether in their bodies will riot at any time. Some of them will burn themselves to death on the spot, and others will fall into shock because of the soaring ether density in their blood, which affects the heart and brain system.

At this moment, the ether density in the holy city is constantly changing, and I don’t know how many ether balls that try to measure it explode directly. It’s like being thrown into the eye of the wind. The density sometimes becomes a harmless white area, and sometimes soars to a terrifying level that is incomparable to the black area.

For musicians, the holy city instantly became one of the extremely terrifying forbidden places in the dark world, like the ruins of natural disasters.

And for ordinary people, it’s not much better.

At this moment, the Holy City has become a cauldron for alchemists to mix potions. Even though it is covered by a barrier, it is still undergoing intense reactions all the time.

In some places where the alchemical matrix is ​​enriched, the etheric world even overlaps with the material world, forming a series of "flood discharge outlets", and the chaotic aftermath gushes out.

Countless strange and ethereal shadows shuttled through the air.

Some were harmless fantasies, but some were demons that "fell" from the abyss.

The moment they encountered them, humans who had no way to resist were sucked into an empty shell in an instant.

Even the priests in robes lost the protection of God at this moment and were slaughtered. Those young monks who were patrolling and preaching in the temple struggled hard and fled.

Then their heads were bitten off by invisible things.

Blood splattered.

It fell on Ye Qingxuan's boots.

When Ye Qingxuan stepped onto the ground, the first thing he saw was such a chaotic scene.

"Help! Help!"

The young priest who fell to the ground screamed and trembled in the chaos.

When he saw Ye Qingxuan, it was like seeing the last straw, begging and praying: "That sir, save me! Please save me! I will repay you! I swear!"

Ye Qingxuan hesitated for a moment and sighed softly:

"This is really... terrible."

As soon as the voice fell, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the person who was calling for help in the distance.

A ray of moonlight extended faintly from the fingertips and instantly penetrated the man's eyebrows.

Like a pot of boiling water, the scene in front of him suddenly distorted, and several strange screams were heard in it, and suddenly there was a shrill hissing.

The sticky blood splashed out of thin air.

With the fierce musical turbulence around, the hidden demons had no place to hide.

Around the young priest, a dozen burning demons were "squeezed out" from the air, and the all-pervasive moonlight fire burned on their bodies. Before they fell to the ground, they had already turned into a handful of ashes.

The ashes melted into the pool of blood and turned into black mud.

Even from the back of the young priest's head, an eyeball-shaped demon fell off and exploded into a ball of foul-smelling slurry.

The moonlight sword pierced through the head, but the young priest was safe and sound, sitting in the pool of blood in a daze, as if he had no reaction.

Lola looked at his cowardly appearance and couldn't help but squeeze Ye Qingxuan:

"This kind of coward is already scared silly, what's the point of saving him?"

Hearing Lola's voice, the priest looked over, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on her sharp ears and the slightly protruding canine teeth between her lips.

Realizing Laura's identity and the group of servants behind her who didn't look like good people at all, the priest's face suddenly turned pale and his teeth trembled:

"Yue, Yue... Yue..."

Before he could say the name "Yue Ling", Ye Qingxuan's finger had already pressed on his forehead, freezing his consciousness and erasing this memory.

"I'd better hide in the underground palace first."

Lola touched her pointed ears and sighed: "Anyway, you have a ladder, I can support you at any time."

Although she said so, Ye Qingxuan felt that there was something else hidden in Laura's calm tone.

Ye Qingxuan looked into her eyes, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Are you doing this because you don't want to cause unnecessary trouble, or... don't want to see Ye Lanzhou?"

Lola lowered her eyes, just reached out and held a strand of hair on her forehead, and smiled softly: "We said goodbye more than ten years ago. I have always thought he was dead for so many years. Now I will only feel embarrassed to see him again, right?"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, so be it."

Lola no longer hesitated, turned around, and walked towards the underground palace with her servants: "If the teacher is still alive, please tell him: I didn't let him down."

"I'm going to beat him up."

Ye Qingxuan shouted at her back: "If you don't go, I'll count you as my share and beat him until he cries."

Lola was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw his serious expression, and couldn't help laughing.

It was like being released from a cage all of a sudden, with relief and liberation in her smile, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

"Then, please."

Her last words came in the wind.

The door closed.

"Leave it to me."

Ye Qingxuan clenched the joints of his fists and talked to himself.

In front of him, the unconscious monk finally woke up. Seeing Ye Qingxuan who saved him, he couldn't help but feel scared and sat on the ground and cried.

"Hey, stop crying."

Ye Qingxuan kicked him unhappily and asked coldly: "Name, age, gender, where you are from, where you are going."

"Nora, Nora, twenty-two..."

The young man stuttered and reported his name, and then reported his hometown, native place, origin, graduation school, and even the department where he was interning.

Until the end, he was interrupted impatiently by Ye Qingxuan: "You just said that you would thank me, right?"

Nora was stunned, and seeing Ye Qingxuan's fierce expression, she nodded subconsciously.

"Then take me to the Central Cathedral."

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "Don't tell me you don't know the way."

Seeing that she had just escaped from the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den, Nora's face turned pale in an instant: "Don't go, sir! The Central Cathedral has been out of control! I escaped from there! There are demons everywhere!"

"Out of control?"

Ye Qingxuan looked up at the sky: "No wonder."

The decaying barrier in the sky was like broken glass, struggling to resist the darkness. I don't know when the situation has become critical. It was impossible for it to be in this situation, not to mention that even the "flood outlet" appeared inside the holy city.

No matter how powerful the tool is, it will become rigid and stiff without human control and operation. It can still defend itself against other enemies.

But when facing the pressure of the abyss, it is not enough.

At this moment, the whole sky has lost its color and turned black. At a glance, there is only empty and dead darkness.

The turmoil in the ether world continues.

Compared with the Holy City and the Hundred Eyes, Ye Qingxuan's existence was too insignificant, and he was so deeply trapped in it that he couldn't even see the situation clearly. But there was no doubt that the situation had become very bad.

At this moment, the Holy City was already in the overlapping realm of the material world and the etheric world.

And the world in this realm was gradually losing its light.

This is not good.

Very bad.

"Don't stand there stupidly, let's go."

He kicked Nora again: "Time is running out, every second counts, there is no time to waste here."

"Going to the Central Cathedral?"

Nora wanted to cry but had no tears, and was extremely reluctant: "Where are you going and what are you going to do!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at his cowardly look who was so scared that he couldn't get up, and couldn't help sighing, then pulled up his collar, and walked forward without saying anything:

"Stupid, of course you are going to make this world brighter!"