Crown of Silence

Chapter 529 Raining Blood

The Saloman Temple has now transformed into a terrifying area that transcends the human world.

The light was distorted, the storm was turbulent, the burning flames rose into the sky, transformed into clouds, and the terrifying iron rain fell. The steel melted into juice in the cloud of flames, flew in the air, and finally fell to the ground, blooming like a flower.

The incomplete icon stood among the flowers, holding its own head. The twisted face showed either despair or compassion.

On most faces, there are only two empty eye sockets, and iron tears hang on the cheeks.

Like weeping.

It's like a pair of terrifying big hands are constantly changing everything here. After breaking heaven and hell into pieces, they stir and fuse to create a deformed unity.

And right in the center of the hall is the sacred cauldron suspended in mid-air.

The ordinary sacred cauldron seemed to encompass and shrink the fierce battles in the etheric realm. Light and darkness boiled in the cauldron, strangled each other, and burst out with the hymns of heaven or the wails of the abyss.

As the Hundred-Eyed Ones pressed forward step by step, dark lines spread on the sacred cauldron, almost occupying its main body and completely becoming one with it.

Behind the sacred cauldron, the Pope remained expressionless.

The solemn and sacred face was covered with cracks, like burnt ceramic.

In front of the Holy Cauldron, there is the original Dark Pope Ludovic, who is like a condensed darkness. The incarnation of the natural disaster reveals his terrifying true nature and vents the power in his body unscrupulously.

Just like leading the war between the gods in the etheric realm, they used the sacred cauldron as the battlefield, fighting each other and competing for the road to the throne of the gods.

What a mess.

Countless music theories are involved in each other, engaged in a cruel tug-of-war, constantly broken, and repaired again, and even annihilated in the battle between the two sides in an instant, and a new battle starts on another level.

But there is no doubt that Hundred Eyes has already taken the initiative and even has the upper hand.

To occupy the Sacred Cauldron, Hundred Eyes has been planning for hundreds of years, using countless methods and traveling all roads, all for this one goal.

Until today, I finally got close to this result.

Possessing the endless power cast by his body from the etheric realm, Ludovic has now become the true human incarnation of the Hundred-Eyed One, suppressing all the Pope's counterattacks and making the Red King fall into passive defense.

But as the bells of the Holy City's barrier erupted, the Holy City woke up and entered the locked state again. Countless music theories lie between the material world and the etheric world, forming a huge buffer layer.

With this layer of buffer, the Hundred Eyes' cooperation with Ludovic suddenly became sluggish. It has power but cannot move flexibly. Even the body of the original Dark Pope, which was condensed from pure darkness, began to gradually dissipate and become thinner.

In just a few snaps of his fingers, the Red King equalized the situation and even lost the initiative.

"It seems your plan wasn't as perfect as you thought."

The Red King's expression showed no joy, and remained as cold as iron: "After so many years of preparation, and still being beaten to a draw, it is no longer considered a success in itself, do you still want to continue to pester me?

Bai Mu, be sensible and consider the long term.

This game is not over yet, and this world does not belong to you. "

"Not mine?"

Ludovic sneered: "Come on! Why do you have to make such a hypocritical face in front of me? In order to usurp the source, human beings abandoned their original path and developed themselves into such a deformed form.

You think you are righteous, while you spurn depravity, and at the same time have your hands full of blood... Isn't it your cult that has usurped the past and future of mankind and buried the sins of the past?

You don’t even dare to let others know what happened before the dark ages! "

“It’s all about the survival of humanity.”

In the body of the Red King, the voices of more than a dozen popes of all ages responded indifferently: "The rights and wrongs of the Order will be judged in future history, but it has nothing to do with you."

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Ludovic was amused, and moved forward, darkness rioting, pressing forward step by step, suppressing the Red King's counterattack. He pressed his hands against the edge of the sacred cauldron, clasping it as if to embrace it.

With his laughter, it seemed as if the sacred cauldron was shaking, as if... responding to him!

"Did you see it? This unique resonance!"

Ludovic stared at the Red King and his voice was like thunder: "For so many years, you have regarded me as a devil and an enemy, pushing me to be your opposite, but you have always refused to admit that my power comes from you.

Why don't you dare tell those mortals?

I am the only proof of the existence of your God! "

In the body of the original Dark Pope, the huge voice from the etheric realm roared:

"——I am the only incarnation of your illusory god in this world!"

"You're just a defective product, Hundred Eyes."

The Pope shook his head expressionlessly, "Just like Arthur who tried to become a natural disaster and establish the Kingdom of God on earth. No, Arthur himself chose the path of depravity and became like you...

From ancient times to the present, there have been countless beings who want to become real gods, like you, like Arthur, or other ambitious natural disasters. But these are all wishful thinking!

The throne of God is in the Great Source, but unfortunately, no matter who it is, they are too far away from that throne! "

collapse!

The Red King's body disintegrated again.

But what burst out from it was blazing divine light.

The vague crown of light appeared from the Pope's head, like a scepter granted by God, majestic and high.

Light that seemed to be substantial emerged from the crown and poured into the sacred cauldron, making the sacred cauldron seem to be red-hot. It burned Ludovic's palms, causing him to loosen his hands and stagger back.

"It doesn't belong to you, Hundred Eyes!"

The Red King said coldly.

As if hearing a funny joke, hoarse and wild laughter burst out from Ludovic's body, with cruel determination:

"——In that case, let it hang empty!"

Then, the note of destruction sounded.

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In the wilderness outside the Holy City, a vague figure walked out of thin air.

Wearing a bone mask on his head, wearing black clothes, riding a red horse as red as blood, the aging crow soared from his shoulders, hovered in the air, and shouted in a hoarse human voice:

"It's over! It's over! It's over! The Supreme is over! Death is over!"

It hangs high above the Holy City, and its hoarse shouts fall on everyone's ears.

"Look, you ignorant ones! The sky will burst, the earth will shake, and all earth will turn to ashes under the wrath of God! Listen, you unbelievers! Living things will scream, dead things will moan, life and death will be tied to each other. In the hands of the Supreme Being! Tremble, you rebels! The abyss will open, hell will descend, and all things will bow to the feet of the true master!"

Amidst the sound of crows, the knight in black took out the horn from his arms and blew it with all his strength.

Then the harsh sound resounded through the Holy City, and the loud noise echoed, like the wild roar of thousands of souls.

boom!

Heaven and earth thundered.

Everyone felt a terrible palpitation and panic.

It's like something is approaching, approaching, approaching again, until...it's so close!

Just like the crow said.

The sky cracked, opening a huge gap, exposing the deep darkness behind it.

The breath from the abyss burst out, deep and dark, as if containing endless malice, spreading the breath of the abyss to the surroundings, causing the material rules to fall apart, and the Sun of the Holy Emblem was washed away and almost extinguished.

The long and narrow crack and the dim holy symbol hanging in the sky seemed to form a strange one-eye.

That ghost stared at the world, his eyes filled with cruelty and coldness.

Just looking at it destroys all thoughts and counterattacks.

At the core of the barrier, at that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt the terrible impact in the most intuitive and detailed way. His soul was almost absorbed, and he fell into fear and chaos.

He forcibly cut off the connection between himself and the barrier, sweating profusely and breathing heavily.

At this moment, in the star map of the Central Temple, all ether fluctuations have become dim and are about to dissipate. Because there is a huge dark whirlpool hanging high above countless stars.

It was a fissure leading to the abyss, a passage exuding a terrifying aura.

It was also opened by the One with Hundred Eyes from the etheric realm...

A portal!

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at the whirlpool in astonishment, seeing a large amount of music theory surging in it, brewing, forming... something, gushing out!

That's blood.

The scarlet color left from the cracked eye sockets and spilled down to the world.

Endless blood flowed in the air, forming a majestic rain of blood, and in an instant, it sprinkled on the earth!

"Blood?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

In the abyss, the cries of countless demons burst out. Under the will of the Hundred-Eyed One, countless demons burst open one after another, and blood rushed out of their bodies like living creatures, gathering together in one place to form a mighty wave. of torrent.

On both sides of the blood river, even the onlookers screamed, blood oozing from their mouths and noses, and they were quickly turned into a mummy, which melted into the blood river.

It overflows from the abyss and spills out into the world.

Blood rained down!

The holy emblem was dyed blood-colored, bursting out with a coquettish light.

Under the gaze of that strange and abstract eye, even the barrier became extremely illusory, allowing the blood rain to splash and fall on the ground of the Holy City.

The steel city was instantly covered with a layer of blood.

But the blood is alive.

They drag and spread upstream of iron and steel, looking for tiny gaps and penetrating downwards. In the blink of an eye, the blood rain disappeared into the holy city, flowing downward along countless gaps, flowing, and flowing again.

Until the end, they followed the guidance and gathered somewhere.

Fertile with seeds of disaster.

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