Crown of Silence

Chapter 516 Knights and Liars

Bang!

Noila's feet softened, she sat down on the ground, and looked behind her blankly: "Ye, Ye, Ye...Ye Qingxuan?!"

Now no one cares about Nora's life, which was used as a guarantee just now, and the sound of drawing a sword can be heard endlessly.

The surviving Templars once again assumed a fighting stance.

"Calm down."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, picked up the stunned Nora, and threw it aside: “I know that my identity is terrible, and I understand how you are feeling now.

But I think what I have done up until now has proven my good intentions.

If you have no other missions, I hope you can come with me to rescue the Central Temple. Maybe, it's still not too late. "

"..."

In the silence, Kunting opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Vasco.

The knight in the gospel armor took off his helmet, revealing his burned face, bent down, and stared at Ye Qingxuan.

"I know you."

He said: "Two months ago, when I served under Commander Bann, I met you in Auschwitz. You haven't changed much from before."

"Maybe the changes are a bit big, but you didn't see it."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged slightly: "I know that a suspect's request is a bit too much for you, but I hope you can make a decision quickly. After all, I am in a hurry."

"To be honest, I don't believe you are a so-called executioner."

Vasco shook his head slightly, "Mr. Benn once promised your character, and I believe in his vision. He is a pure priest, a servant of God, with a perfect personal morality. I believe that his adopted son will not be a Scum.

However, I still want to ask you to answer a question. This question determines whether we will help you next, or... draw our swords against you. "

He reached out and pulled out a stabbing sword used for close combat from his leg armor. He held it in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the eyes of the young man in front of him.

With a chill.

He said, "Ye Qingxuan, let me ask you."

"——Did you really participate in the assassination of the Holy See?"

"No."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head.

Vasco stared into his eyes, as if trying to detect anything that looked like a lie. After a long time, he slowly nodded: "Very good."

Putting the stabbing sword into its sheath, he turned around and waved: "Escort this Mr. Ye to the Central Temple. No matter what, we can fulfill our duties as Templars there."

The team started to march again, but this time, Ye Qingxuan was surrounded at the core, followed by Nora who seemed to be sleepwalking behind him.

Ye Qingxuan asked Vasco: "Do you believe me? After all, it is empty talk."

"Mr. Benn saved me twice on the battlefield." Vasco looked ahead and said calmly: "You also saved us, didn't you?"

"Maybe I have ulterior motives."

"I'll keep an eye on you."

Vasco glanced at him: "'Personal protection'."

"Then I'll trouble you."

Ye Qingxuan smiled nonchalantly and did not feel relieved.

Soon, they had arrived at the outskirts of the central temple.

This place has been completely transformed into an abyss, with chaotic roars, as if waiting for them to step into a trap, and countless shadows emerging from the walls and empty streets.

"Iron wall formation!"

Vasco drew his sword and gave the order: "Sword dancers come forward, longbowmen prepare. Everyone check the holy water they carry, and be careful of the black musician hidden in the demon!"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but say: "Actually, I wanted to ask from the beginning: Where are your military musicians?"

Hearing his voice, Vasco's expression darkened, and the hilt of his sword creaked: "Everyone was mobilized before we were attacked."

"More than just transferring away?" Kunting sneered, "Hey, 'secret security', bah! Those idiots sitting in the office have no idea what they did..."

"forget about it."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and threw the frightened Nora to Vasco: "Let me make up the number, and you can protect this coward."

Making up the numbers?

There was a trace of bitterness on Vasco's expression. There were probably tens of thousands of such demons.

Such a huge momentum would probably require dozens of black musicians to work together and prepare for a long time to come together.

Moreover, the other party may not have any secret weapons.

There may even be one or two big demons hiding.

Ye Qingxuan, no matter how strong he is, if he wants to challenge them head-on, he will still be able to fight against them.

He opened his mouth to speak, but saw Ye Qingxuan closing his eyes.

Then……

——Dreamland!

Everyone saw it, a round of moonlight rising slowly from the top of Ye Qingxuan's head.

In an instant, a sharp alarm sounded from the ether observator on the shoulders of all the Templars. Vasco was stunned, only to see that the terrifying degree that was originally beyond the measurement range was rapidly declining.

One million, nine hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand...

It's like jumping off a building.

The alchemy equipment carried by everyone, if the quality was fragile, simply exploded completely.

Invisible waves spread from Ye Qingxuan's feet, setting off a huge wave. Along the way, it swept in all directions. Wherever it passed, the black demons stiffened and roared manically.

In some places, people who were hiding were forced out of the shadows. Under such a terrifying "gap", the music theory in their bodies was turbulent, unable to control themselves, and spurting blood.

Some people even had their ether furnace implanted in their bodies suddenly ruptured. The terrifying power turned their bodies into a mass of rotten meat, but as soon as they flowed out of their bodies, they were swallowed by invisible monsters.

In an instant, the ether reading dropped to the lowest limit - 0!

Dragon Sleeping Boundary!

Even in the collision between the Abyss and the Holy City, and in the countless aftermath, the moonlight was so illusory and fragile.

But at this moment, within a radius of several kilometers where the moonlight reached, all the musicians lost their own power, and even the masters could only protect themselves and were unable to take care of others.

"What is this...?"

Vasco took a breath. Soon, he raised his head and stared at the chaotic demons in front of him, revealing a hideous smile.

Without the power of the Abyss Music Theory and the Black Musician, the demons were nothing more than larger beasts.

Such a good opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Forward!"

He raised the shock halberd and roared to everyone: "Follow me forward! Go to the Central Temple! Tell those bastards who is here! Who will be their enemy!"

Then, the earth roared.

As the Knights Templar galloped, countless gravels trembled uneasily on the ground, and the sound of steel hissing resounded throughout the battlefield.

The blood-stained eagle banner rose again.

At this moment, the proud subway eagle towered over the battlefield! ——

In the last closed barrier of the Central Temple, the alarm sounded piercingly.

A loud noise came.

In the roar, all the priests turned pale and looked at the dim nebula above their heads.

The observation system of the Holy City barrier has completely failed, and there is red light everywhere, which represents collapse. The barrier that was originally overclocked is now on the verge of collapse.

Under the heavy pressure from the abyss, everyone can only stay here.

No external aid, no orders, even less than one-third of the core musicians are on duty.

The remaining priests tried to maintain the barrier again and again, and then waited for the alarm of failure again and again, until finally, they were desperate and did not move.

"Waste! All waste! Why can't even a barrier center be repaired now! There are so many harmony instruments in the Holy City, can't they share some of the pressure!

So much budget is invested every year, how come it becomes like this when it is really used?"

Rembrandt looked at their listless appearance and jumped up and cursed: "How do you do things! Aren't you all called elites! How much money did Albert, that bastard, embezzle?

You bunch of waste, you are all dereliction of duty! Dereliction of duty! If it weren't for my command, it would have been over long ago! Do you understand?"

In his sharp curse, the faces of the priests were gloomy and silent.

After Archbishop Albert was dismissed, Rembrandt made three big moves on his first day in office. He not only removed the buffer equipment of the barrier on the grounds of wasting budget, resulting in the barrier having no adaptability. He also dismissed all the original core musicians and replaced them with his own confidants.

As a result, when the incident happened, half of his core members with authority did not show up, and no one knew where they were hiding.

Without authority or even orders, the musicians present could not even issue a warning of changes.

Half an hour later, Rembrandt came late, still drunk, and without even reading the pre-reading star map, he directly issued an order to start the flood discharge module, resulting in the damage of more than sixteen key parts of the harmony.

Those who had spoken out and stopped before that took the blame and were dismissed. If he could survive, he would probably be exiled to the edge of the dark world.

In the end, no one dared to speak.

The rest of the people just watched him give orders to abandon the outer and middle areas, and even the inner area.

The barrier matrix has been twisted into a mess under the pressure of the abyss.

The outflow realm of the surface layer is completely destroyed.

The formation realm of the transformation layer is scrapped.

The creation realm that distributes music resources has lost control.

Now only the core activity realm remains intact, like a commander without troops, shining the red light of the alarm alone, over and over again.

Under the shining of the red light, the once dazzling nebula has turned black.

The outermost layer has been completely stained.

In other words, the outermost defense of the Holy City has completely fallen.

"Fuck..."

The chief engineer sat in the corner, looking at Rembrandt coldly, with a flash of resentment in his eyes. His secretary held him down and glared at him: "Calm down, it's useless.

He is still the archbishop of the Central Temple. Do you want to be a rebel?"

Rembrandt noticed their resentful expressions, sneered in his heart, and didn't care.

This bunch of rubbish still wants to abandon the Central Temple, shift the center of gravity, and support the operation of the inner barrier. If it weren't for his obstruction, everyone here would have died long ago. How could anyone breathe?

Now, all the remaining power of the barrier has been gathered together, abandoning the six sub-centers on the periphery, and fully defending the Central Temple. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if dozens of big demons besiege it together, this place can be as solid as a rock.

His own safety has been guaranteed.

Then the next step is how to calm the aftermath of this incident.

His mind was racing, considering the damage to the Holy City and how to clear himself of his sins.

If it weren't for his wise leadership, I'm afraid that an important institution like the Central Temple would have fallen into the hands of demons. Although I have an unshirkable responsibility, I am afraid that no one can fault me ​​for being able to do this on my second day after taking office. Even if it fails, I will be transferred to another place at the same level.

However, the sin of abandoning the realm of the outer inhabitants is a bit serious.

You must find a suitable person to take responsibility.

Thinking of this, he looked at the chief engineer and his assistant not far away, and a coldness flashed in his eyes: It just so happened that Albert's die-hard was occupying a key position and was unwilling to leave. Upset.

And according to what he said, this bastard was secretly trying to stir up other people's dissatisfaction with him, and then impeach the Cardinals. If I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, I might have been disgraced.

If that's the case, there's nothing we can do.

He sighed softly, feeling that the depression in his heart was slightly dissipated. He stopped looking at the engineers and closed his eyes to rest, but he couldn't help but think:

After this incident is over, there will be a huge void at the top of the Holy City.

With Mr. Ludovic's promise, will he have the opportunity to go further?

While he was deep in thought, the piercing alarm sounded again, interrupting his thoughts.

He looked up in surprise.

"What's wrong?" He glared at the musicians who were operating the barrier: "Didn't I tell you? No messing around! Do you regard the lives of everyone here as child's play!"

"No, not me!"

The musician standing guard in front of the organ raised his hands and shook his head innocently: "It's outside, outside the central church. Someone has connected to the display line and asked us to open the door and let them in."

"At this moment?"

Rembrandt was stunned for a moment and frowned: "Who is it? Can you figure it out?"

Soon, the operating musician received the reply, with a hint of surprise on his face, and shouted excitedly: "It's the symbol of the Knights Templar! The Knights Templar are here to save us!"

"impossible!"

Rembrandt screamed subconsciously, but when everyone looked at him, he was stunned for a moment and changed his words: "Who knows if they are really the Knights Templar! There are monsters everywhere outside now, the Knights Templar There are only two small teams stationed in the holy city, how can they get in! They... are liars!"

After saying this, his eyes lit up and he became more and more sure: "Yes! It must be! Our mission is to guard this place! Don't let any suspicious elements in!"

"But..." The operating musician was stunned for a moment: "It's true outside..."

"really?"

Rembrandt sneered: "Are you sure? Can you make the decision? Can you afford this responsibility!"