Crown of Silence

Chapter 513 Executioner of the Holy City

The further you advance towards the depths of the Holy City, the more alienated the material world becomes. And the breath of living people is getting less and less.

As far as the eye can see, it no longer looks like a bustling community or a noisy market, but is coated with a layer of strange colors. Some places are dripping with blood, some are ancient and mottled, some are singing and dancing, and there are also The noisy singing of drunkards came from some weird taverns.

But no matter where it is, it's not normal.

Musicians create legends and can recreate miracles.

However, there are too many 'history' and 'legends' deposited here. Those traces engraved in the past, when the rules of matter are out of control, resurface again, covering the present.

No musician control is even required.

The past comes alive.

Now, the entire city is like a huge maze. Stepping out of it is a new world.

In the midst of sad chants, countless monks holding high the Holy Emblem walked out of the void. They held the iron coffin and solemnly walked to the cemetery.

It was six years before the death of Saint Schumann and the saint's burial.

Immediately afterwards, amid the noisy cheers, countless dancers wearing masks and colorful clothes walked on the streets, including burly men, enchanting dancers, and topless singers. They enthusiastically pulled pedestrians to participate in this never-ending parade.

A 'carnival day' in the Holy City one hundred and ninety years ago.

Sometimes the world is in turmoil, and the shadow of the dragon of natural disasters covers the sky, spreading destruction like rain.

The doomsday red dragon sealed by three generations of popes.

…

All kinds of past legends are once again performed on this stage, which is dazzling.

Nora walked cautiously on the street, moving forward bravely, trembling every step, her eyes were attracted by the illusions and legends around her from time to time, and she couldn't help but want to get involved in them.

Then he was woken up by Ye Qingxuan with a slap on the head.

"The sixth time."

Ye Qingxuan reminded coldly: "Lead the way carefully. If you want to seek death, I will give you a good noose when the matter is over. I guarantee that you will get what you want."

Noila suddenly felt like crying without tears.

He subconsciously held the Holy Emblem in his hand, tried to calm his mind, and led Ye Qingxuan on various paths in the Holy City, walking a complicated trajectory to avoid the 'legends' that kept appearing one after another.

But as he moved forward, he couldn't help but be curious, turning back and peeking at Ye Qingxuan's figure.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned: "Is there something dirty on me?"

"No! No!" Nola's shoulders trembled and she quickly looked away, but she couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart and couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, who...are you?"

For him, Ye Qingxuan is not so much a life-savior as a 'life-saving villain'.

But whether he was a benefactor or a villain, after saving him so many times, he was really curious about Ye Qingxuan's identity.

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him and just replied lightly:

"Musician."

"..."

Noila was immediately speechless and resisted the urge to roll her eyes: Nonsense, who doesn’t know you are a musician!

And Nora could see that this life-saving villain was definitely not an ordinary musician, at least ordinary musicians would not be so arrogant and walk towards death with a calm face.

Along the way, he was rescued countless times by Ye Qingxuan, and he gradually felt a sense of security in his heart, and gradually developed admiration for Ye Qingxuan.

He looks so young, but he has such terrifying talents. He is probably a senior master from some school who has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years, right?

He forced a dry smile: "Could it be that you, like me, have only recently come to the Holy City?"

"Why do you say that?"

Ye Qingxuan asked casually, stretched out his hand casually, and dozens of burning torture racks fell from the sky and fell into the dark alley, burning the hidden monsters into ashes.

Amidst those tragic neighs, Nora was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she stammered in explanation: "I, I... feel that a strong man like Mr., if he comes to the Holy City for a long time, will definitely become famous!"

"Is it?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Is there anyone famous recently? Let's hear about it."

Hearing his question, Nora immediately recalled it, and soon answered: "Recently, the Secret Keeper School of Yantie Academy just evaluated the new issue of the 'Mithril List' a few days ago. Sir, haven’t you seen it?”

"No."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head. He was in prison a few days ago and didn't even have to read the newspaper.

In every generation, the Keeper School will evaluate almost all musicians through the 'Lighthouse' and its own intelligence network, and select the strong ones and seeds among them.

Generally speaking, there are three lists, named 'Lazuli', 'Mithril' and 'White Iron' respectively. Among them, the Lazuli list is unshakable and rarely changes. Among them are the scepters of various countries, the saints of the holy city, and The top three kings.

The second Mithril list lists masters from various countries and the new generation of musicians who are expected to become masters in the future. The changes are complicated, sometimes changing every few months. Sometimes there are updates every three days, or even three or five updates a day. All the world-famous musicians have their own place in it with incomparable precision.

As for the White Iron List, it is purely a register of outstanding musicians.

There are so many musicians in the world, and a thousand-page white iron list may not be able to take care of those guys huddled in the wilderness. Most of the time, it is used by various colleges and schools as a reference to evaluate the teaching results of this season. Even the most knowledgeable person cannot remember the names of hundreds of thousands of musicians.

"It's a pity that you didn't watch it, sir. Thanks to the recent turmoil, many talented musicians have established their reputation through this. The new generation of strong musicians has also been listed."

Nora sighed: "For example, Mr. Rommel of the Silent Mechanism, the third son of the Asgard Empire, Mr. Alfonso known as the 'Eternal Nightmare', and the immortal Angelina.

There is also the 'humanoid ferocious beast' Caspar Hauser, who is known as the strongest musician under the scepter - the result of animal inheritance. Astrid, who inherited the title of 'Firemaker' of the Gate of Annihilation, would have had her cousin Samuel, but unfortunately, Samuel died in Auschwitz..."

Nora reported more than a dozen names in one go. Ye Qingxuan listened and nodded: "That's all?"

"Well……"

Nora hesitated for a moment and said helplessly: "Actually, there is another guy called the executioner. He was originally on the list, but because he participated in the assassination of His Majesty the Pope, he became notorious and was removed."

"'Executioner'?"

For some reason, Ye Qingxuan felt an ominous premonition.

"That's right."

A trace of fear flashed in Nola’s eyes: “‘Holy City Executioner’ Ye Qingxuan.”

Boom.

Nora suddenly heard a muffled sound behind her. She turned around and saw the cold-faced gentleman getting up from the ground. She was stunned: "Sir, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, patted the dust on his body in embarrassment, and waved his hands: "I just felt that Holy City's routine was too deep, and I accidentally fell."

"oh."

Noila nodded blankly, half understanding, but she didn't see Ye Qingxuan's confused expression.

Executioner of the Holy City?

How unpopular I am to be given such a name!

Is this considered notorious?

"hehe."

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes.

I'm afraid my reputation has gone into the ditch now, right?

He shook his head and ignored these things.

Soon, his steps suddenly stopped.

Noila noticed something strange about him and looked back: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"There is movement ahead."

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand, and the moonlight thought thread extended and spread from his fingertips to the front. Soon, his expression became weird.

This situation had happened many times along the way. Seeing Ye Qingxuan's expression, Nora couldn't help but ask: "Is it another hallucination?"

"No."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "It's the Knights Templar."

——

There was a roar and the ground shook.

Twisted steel was embedded in the wall, and the sharp edges were stained with dried blood.

The screams of demons came from outside.

"Trap! It's a trap!"

The dying knight grabbed Vasco's collar and yelled with his last strength: "Don't you understand yet? Those guys tricked us here because they want to annihilate us all here!

Go, go quickly! "

He begged in a low voice: "If you don't leave, it will be too late..."

boom!

Outside the chapel, something was banging against the door frantically, making a loud noise. A sharp bulge appeared on the tattered, heavy iron door.

The sound of steel colliding and rubbing was extremely harsh.

The shock was transmitted to the wall, shaking off fine dust, which fell into a pool of blood.

The mercury torches on the shoulders of the Templars' armor emitted cold light, illuminating the desiccated corpses nailed to the walls. Those priests had been drained by something and torn to pieces. The nails were nailed to the wall, shaking slightly with the vibration.

On the podium where the main speaker was speaking, the head of the officiant was exceptionally complete and lifelike. It was strung on a rusty spear and smiled gratefully at the Templars who had come a long way.

Half an hour ago, the Holy City was in chaos.

The wartime measures in the Holy City were not activated, and even the Armageddon Line of Defense was not activated.

The moment the voice of the Hundred-Eyed One rang out, the two Templar Knights stationed inside the Holy City were attacked first. After breaking out of the encirclement, the two sides merged smoothly and received the location of the temporary headquarters and the request for help information from the ether channel.

But no one expected that after fighting their way in from being surrounded by countless demons, what they would see would be such a scene.

The entire 'command headquarters' was empty, with not a single living person, only the densely packed mummies on the walls and ceiling.

This is a trap.

Now, they are all trapped in the chapel.

The effects of the stimulant finally wore off, and the half-cut knight lowered his head and stopped breathing. The heart that was stuffed into the wound went cold.

Vasco reached out and smoothed his eyes.

"May your soul return to heaven and stay with the divine forever."

He sighed softly.