Crown of Silence

Chapter 525 Gospel

"Do you know?"

Monty suddenly heard Ye Qingxuan's voice: "Among the books in The Temple, my favorite is the Book of Matthew, Chapter 3."

"Hmm?"

Hearing his voice, although he had clearly occupied the entire barrier, Monty felt a little uneasy.

"This chapter describes that God's messenger descended on earth and preached God's anger to the unjust." Ye Qingxuan said seriously, "I liked this chapter when I was young because it told me that there is fairness and retribution in the world.

Maybe one day God's messenger will come, measure sins, and all values ​​will be assessed.

Even if I can't see that day."

"Mortals worship phantoms and wish that phantoms can save themselves."

Monty sneered: "But there is only one God in this world, and that is my God!"

"Then...how about I perform a magic trick for you?"

In the white moon, Ye Qingxuan looked at him.

The incomplete and dim figure suddenly raised his palm, and his palm was empty. The rags transformed by the music theory of the Cloth of Original Sin covered his palm.

Monty frowned and looked at him, not knowing what he was crazy about.

But Ye Qingxuan just smiled, stretched out his hand, and tore off the rags covering his palm. An eyeball appeared in his empty hand.

Out of nothing.

What a good trick.

If it were in a theater, it would definitely win warm applause.

But Monty's expression suddenly froze.

It was like seeing the Hundred-Eyed One taking off his clothes in front of him, posing, and dancing on poles with its body.

In silence, the eyeball collapsed.

Countless brilliant notes flowed out of it, transforming the music theory and constructing the movement.

In the end, it gathered into a small bell, suspended in Ye Qingxuan's hand, emitting a faint light like the morning light.

Under the shining light, Ye Qingxuan's blurred face seemed to become clear, his face was pale, and his dark eyes were ignited by the light.

"——The kingdom of heaven is near, you should repent!"

Ye Qingxuan held up the bell in his hand and whispered softly.

It seemed that there was burning iron and fire hidden in the depths of his pupils, colliding with each other, bursting out thunder and light.

He used up all his strength, roared at the monster in front of him, and asked, "You brood of vipers, who told you to flee from the wrath to come?!"

The voice was like thunder.

"You must bear fruit that matches your repentance."

The hoarse voice resounded in the holy city, as if it was in everyone's ears, like an iron rod, knocking on every piece of steel ground and wall, making them buzz, tremble, and involuntarily.

Until the end, the whole city seemed to tremble in the declaration of the hoarse voice, as if responding to the declaration of the chanting voice, cheering and roaring:

"——Prepare the way of God, make His path straight!"

Bang!

In Ye Qingxuan's hand, the small bell was struck, giving off a crisp sound.

The light bloomed!

For the first time, such a pure and warm light came between this dark world.

It was like the light of the scorching sun cut a crack in the lead-black iron cloud, casting a ray of light, illuminating this dark world where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face.

It also illuminated the iron light that crisscrossed and covered countless bell towers in the sky of this city.

"This is..."

Monty's pupils widened, and his eyes became sharper than ever before.

Those were countless strings flying in the sky.

They appeared in the sky at some point, crisscrossing and covering the holy city. Each string spanned a distance of hundreds of meters. When they crossed each other, they trembled slightly and burst out a silent dragon roar.

Thousands, tens of thousands... No one knew how many strings were across the holy city.

They extended from the silent central temple, connecting and connecting with each other, forming a huge network. It looked like a mess, but among the countless weak fluctuations, they all followed the guidance of music theory, with clear layers and complex structures, tightly attached to the only main axis. It guided the music theory to bypass the mess of barriers and finally extended to the end of the network.

Bell tower!

Each string was connected to a silent bell tower.

Tens of millions of strings are tens of millions of bell towers.

At this moment, all the silent bell towers in the holy city were connected, opened up, and connected to the same place by the Jiuxiao Ring Pei.

Just now, under the delay of Ye Qingxuan and those who died in the war, this huge project was finally completed!

And now, the music theory of the ladder is running in the Jiuxiao Ring Pei, spanning the seven systems, breaking through all obstacles, and finally, all the music theories are gathered in Ye Qingxuan's hands.

The final authority.

That was the key given to him by Albert, the last ray of hope to take back the barrier.

And as Ye Qingxuan's bell was struck, countless music theories suddenly shook, the ladder trembled, and the tens of millions of strings of the Jiuxiao Ring Pei seemed to be plucked by invisible hands at the same time, bursting out a long dragon roar.

And in the dragon roar, there were countless deafening roars!

The earth shook violently!

Those countless bell towers were struck brazenly!

Dust rose from the ground and flew into the sky, like angry souls dancing wildly.

The whole holy city was shaking because of the thousands of overlapping high-pitched bells!

They shook off the rust and dust, and under the command of the ultimate authority, in a short moment of less than a snap of a finger, all started, the hinges twisted, the gears rolled, the levers pulled the chains and counterweights, and finally, thousands of giant bells weighing several tons began to vibrate.

The roar and roar of this city radiated!

So, the world was in turmoil! ——

"He succeeded! He actually succeeded!"

In the wheelchair in the central cathedral, Albert, who was hanging a medicine bottle, screamed in surprise, danced wildly in ecstasy, and almost cried. He roared at the operating musicians in front of him:

"Move! Let this dead city rise for me! Don't let their sacrifice be in vain!" He waved his palms, regardless of the bursting of the wounds, and shouted fanatically:

"Go prepare the way of God, go straighten His path!"

So, above the etheric pool, the steel dome suddenly split, and the countless hinges hidden in the dome ran wildly, sparks bursting.

As early as the beginning of the construction of the Holy City, the buried steel structure was activated. After decades of time, the giant organ created by the power of all countries slowly descended.

The dome of the Central Temple shattered, and more than 60,000 organ pipes extended from it and pierced the sky.

Sixteen layers of piano keys and thousands of stops popped out from the wall, dozens of cables as thick as an ordinary person's waist were connected to the central concerto, and the pedals turned out from the floor.

With a fiery long whistle, the air box was in place, and 60,000 engine wires were redirected and connected to the core to provide power for this unprecedented huge instrument.

Finally, in the ether pool, the silver light boiled and transformed into a high-raised throne, carrying Ye Qingxuan's sleeping body into the core.

Everything was in place.

"God, please protect me."

In silence, Albert closed his eyes and prayed.

"——The Holy City is immortal!"

The next moment, the organ burst out with a high-pitched roar that tore everything apart. Countless organ pipes gushed out pale mist, like the roar of angry souls.

Millions of bell towers trembled, and the magnificent sound waves spread in all directions.

The boiling sea of ​​ether calmed down under this unprecedented power, docilely and obediently following the guidance of the melody.

People all over the world saw that a white moon rose from the burning tree, rose into the sky, illuminating the layers of darkness, and sprinkled endless moonlight like the ocean.

The moon is in the sky.

I am here.

——

The ultimate authority in Ye Qingxuan's hand burst into a bell.

At that moment, the abyss black branches covering the entire holy city began to shake.

In the core of the abyss black branches, the broken moon wheel was reunited again, glowing with thousands of feet of light. In the sacred and huge bell sound, the tentacles of countless black branches suddenly exploded.

On the huge shadow that covered the entire sky, countless branches danced angrily and stretched towards the material world, but loud noises burst out from its body one after another.

Every time there was a loud noise, a tragic crack would explode on its body.

In a short moment, it was as if thousands of masters had been planning for a long time. After preparing for a long time, they attacked at the same time, gathering together in a ruthless and urgent manner, and destroyed more than half of the roots with one blow.

But from beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan did not move, just staring coldly at the shadow of the giant tree twitching in pain.

"Bell tower... blessing?"

Monti roared: "No... this..."

"It's the bell tower blessing."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "Just now all the bell towers blessed you, giving you the power of hundreds of masters at once, well, it's just using the music theory of the Moonlight Chapter.

How do you feel? This trick is not bad, right?"

The answer to him was a roar that shook the world.

The blessing of the bell tower can raise the power of a musician to the level of a master at one time. This is an opportunity that almost all the musicians in the Holy City dream of.

But no one has ever tried to use the purification of music theory to bless a demon, and it is a dark lord who represents the essence of the abyss...

Don't even mention blessing. This is like going down a natural gas mine with a torch and throwing a strong alkali into sulfuric acid... The nature of the two has long determined that water and fire cannot coexist. The moment the music theory comes into contact, the power of blessing will be completely detonated.

The power of hundreds of masters destroyed the power he had accumulated overnight in an instant, causing his projection in the material world to suffer heavy damage.

The giant tree trembled wildly, and countless branches extended out, suddenly piercing into the barrier and piercing the moon wheel.

"Ye! Qing! Xuan!"

"I'm here."

Ye Qingxuan smiled and stared at its twisted and incomplete face.

In his hand, the music of the ultimate authority was vibrating. Under the blessing of countless bell towers, the brilliance of the white moon was amplified thousands of times. The brilliance was like the scorching sun, majestic and dazzling, and could not be looked at directly.

Thousands of strings were trembling wildly, playing a magnificent and magnificent melody, leading the bell tower to burst out loud noises one after another.

The ring-shaped holy emblem appeared out of thin air from the "sun wheel" and floated behind Ye Qingxuan. Countless music theories were stirring from it, as if burning.

This time, Ye Qingxuan did not apply the power of the bell tower to himself, but chose the barrier!

All at once!

In just a moment, countless torrents of holy light rushed into the sky and rushed into the outflow layer. Wherever they passed, all the abyss music theories screamed and disappeared in the endless fierce light.

The countless roots of the abyss black branches pulled out in the fierce light, whipped angrily, broke into pieces, and finally disappeared without a trace!

"All the valleys will be filled, and all the hills and mountains will be flattened. The high and low will be made flat, and the rugged will become plains!"

Ye Qingxuan's roar resounded throughout the sky and burst into everyone's ears: "Let the gate of heaven open, let the truth come, and let all flesh and blood see it together!"

At that moment, the holy city shook, and the city of steel and iron roared!