Crown of Silence

It was pitch black. The dark clouds covered the sky, like layers of complex lead blocks overlapping and condensing in the sky. Between the sky and the earth, a huge city stood on the wasteland. The dim starlight came from nowhere, illuminating its sharp edges. Even in the darkness, one could clearly distinguish the extremely gorgeous and majestic outline. Standing on the foundation of bronze and black iron, with a body made of silver and a top decorated with lapis lazuli, steel formed its prototype and cast it into a miracle that would never change. When the sun shone from the sky, the whole city seemed to be bathed in the glory of God, holy and solemn. But now there is no sun, it is in the middle of the night, and everything is covered by darkness. Ye Qingxuan stared at this city. - In the darkness, he saw the earth trembling and thundering. The red light flowed out from the cracks, like blood seeping out from the soil under the city, going upstream and covering it completely. The thunder became stronger and stronger. The huge city was shaken, as if it was about to be overturned by something hidden under the city. The thunders overlapped and sounded one after another like a landslide. But the sound was vague, like the wailing of thousands of people, one after another! - Hell collapsed, and the Avici cried out! At this moment, the wailing thunder exploded unprecedentedly, and visible waves spread from the earth. Even this sacred city was shaken. Then, a crack appeared on the iron wall. This was the first crack. - At the top of the tower at the top of the city. The place closest to the clouds is also the darkest place. There are people overlooking the entire city. The storm swept in from afar, turning into a rotating eye of the wind that enveloped the city. The hurricane blew up his robe, making a rustling sound. In the wind, the cigarette at the corner of his mouth flickered. He stood on the edge of the tower, overlooking the holy city and the bloody earth below the holy city, watching the earth shake. "The third layer of the Wall of Sighs has been breached!" When the third roar resounded between heaven and earth, someone reported in a trembling voice behind the smoking man. The pale-faced clerk hugged the pillar with a frightened look in his eyes: "A quarter of an hour ago, it had already set foot on the road to sunrise. The 'Hell' and 'Purgatory' left by Master Dante have now been destroyed. Only Heaven is left." "Heaven can't stop it." The smoker shook his head. "The Knights Templar and the Choir have assembled. They are currently setting up defenses in 'Armageddon'." "Where are the Holy Spirits?" the man asked. The clerk closed his eyes and listened, his voice trembling: "Agni was damaged in the battle and is now in hibernation again. Jupiter is being awakened, and the god of wind and the god of thunder have entered the abyss. I hope we can stop it." "It's useless. That's the Red Dragon of Doom wearing seven crowns." The man shook his head again: "When it was bound and sealed with a big chain by the three kings of the first generation, one-third of the stars fell into the abyss with it. A twin holy spirit is not a strong enemy for it. Issue an order in the name of 'Nibelung'." The smoking man whispered: "- awaken all the holy spirits." The clerk was stunned. He thought of the consequences, so his face turned pale: "But, if the Blue Emperor goes crazy again, the Holy City may..." In the darkness, the man looked back at him, as if looking at a timid idiot: "Then use a blood sacrifice, let him go to the battlefield awake." "..." The clerk's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak. "Even if you are afraid, you should be afraid after the Holy City is destroyed." The smoking man said lightly, "But if the abyss under the Holy City is opened by it, it will not only destroy the Holy City." "Yes, Your Majesty." The clerk lowered his head, and then he murmured to himself, as if his voice was placed in the wind, and it suddenly spread to the city below. "And..." In the darkness, the smoking man suddenly said, "Notify all bishops to get ready in the Bronze Hall. It's time to activate "Destiny." The clerk looked up in surprise, only to see him pinch out the cigarette between his fingertips, then turn around and push open the door. At his waist, the long sword named "Gate of Heaven" reflected a cold and fierce light. In the strong wind, the man's voice was like the clanging of swords.

"--Tell them that the Pope will personally go to the battlefield."--The earth was shaking, and the overlapping tunes could not suppress the thunder. The Avici call from under the nine earths resounded between heaven and earth, stirring the dark clouds and brewing lightning. The wild lightning was like the whip of the evil god, lashing the holy city continuously. The city was bathed in the glory of thunder. A huge crack opened up from the earth under the city, as if the earth had opened its mouth to swallow it into its belly. Ye Qingxuan stood on that crack and looked down, and saw the iron flow sweeping in the belly of the earth. That was the reflection of the Knights Templar assembled into an array. Heavy armor weighing several tons covered the bodies of those warriors. It was unimaginable that those heavy armors were driven by human bodies. When it was in operation, it was like the Gaia giant recorded in the scriptures, unstoppable. At this moment, they gathered together in the thousands, holding up chain saws and heavy spears, and rushed into the darkness. As the iron boots collided with the rocks, the music scores engraved on the armor lit up amid the roaring footsteps, and the hymns of the gods were sung loudly. This was the voice of heaven, and the power of the hymns spread, spreading a fiery light. The light illuminated a huge eye. Under the cracks of the seals, a huge animal-like vertical pupil of dozens of meters passed through the darkness and light, staring at the sky. It was a trembling feeling of seeing the leopard through a tube, and for a second, Ye Qingxuan's sight met it. The indescribable cold and hideousness poured into his pupils like a tide, causing him to scream. Then, the dragon roar that shook the earth and almost collapsed the holy city sounded. Then, the layers of iron flow were torn apart, and under its gaze, indescribable pressure spread. The steel warriors who rushed towards the dragon's eye were crushed to the ground, and the heavy armor made a sharp sound. Soon, it was flattened by this huge force, and blood spurted out from the broken iron sheet. Right above the seal, the choir was almost wiped out. At that moment, the hymns sung by the choir musicians were interrupted, and the ether was out of control. The power of the gods was usurped by the evil demons in the seal and turned into a blood-red flock of crows. Endless waves of crows surged out of the darkness, flapping their wings, screaming and engulfing the musicians, tearing their bodies and flesh. "Woe!" "Woe!" "Woe!" In the void, the roar of countless wailing dragons suddenly changed, like countless sinners singing in unison in hell. Under that power, the ether turned into a bloody brilliance, engulfing all resistance within sight. This is the power of natural disasters. Four hundred years ago, the strongest natural disaster sealed by the three kings, the Doomsday Red Dragon, awakened from the abyss. It tore through the layers of seals and was about to fly into the sky, using its wings to sow blood and fire in the human sky. But at that moment, a fiery stream of light rose from the holy city. The dead who were sleeping in the temple, the sacred souls transformed by the ancient musicians, finally woke up! It was like countless bright stars were ignited and rushed into the sky! In the hands of the Pope, the sword called the Gate of Heaven was raised high and pointed to the abyss, so those countless fiery streams of light fell and fell into the dark abyss. In that glow, the awakened holy spirits raised their own "scepters" and emitted burning light. In the deep darkness, a little bit of light lit up like a candle in the wind, but connected to each other, forming a dam of light to block the tide of darkness! In the abyss, the overlapping notes turned into a symphony, and the incredible power spread one after another in the darkness of the abyss. Those legendary scores that can only be seen in ancient books on weekdays are coming again at this moment. For a moment, Ye Qingxuan thought that the Red Dragon of Doom was suppressed... But soon, the thunder of Avici's cry resounded in the abyss. In the darkness, the violent red dragon opened its eyes, and the seven-fold crown released a terrifying blood light. The world was in turmoil. In Ye Qingxuan's perception, time seemed to become discontinuous, and the pictures kept interweaving, making it difficult to see clearly. The endless light stung his pupils. In the light, the evil dragon danced wildly. - For a moment, everything was suddenly silent. The world froze at that moment. Ye Qingxuan turned back in surprise and saw the figure at the top of the Holy City. Endless etheric light guarded him and illuminated his cold face. He stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void, but the entire Holy City lit up, and it was finally awakened. The black clouds lingering on the top of the Holy City were torn apart, and the light of the stars fell from the sky, illuminating this tragic battlefield. In the abyss, the Red Dragon of Doom was roaring and screaming wildly, sensing that something terrible was about to come. .ansh.cmBut in this solidified world, everything is imprisoned in a cage, and no one can stop what is going to happen next. "Destiny?" Ye Qingxuan stared at the figure and whispered subconsciously. The next moment, the Pope pressed his hands down, and the sound of the world breaking apart resounded! The sky was shaking, and the shrill cracks rose from the east, fell to the west, and crossed the night sky. The light of the stars and the moon disappeared, turning into a dark vortex. The starry sky was rolling, like a blanket being overlapped, and above that distorted sky, God sprinkled the light of destruction on the world. Ye Qingxuan could not see anything. He could only feel the roars coming from his side, but the human eardrum could no longer accept that terrible sound. When the first magnificent sound like the collision of stars spread, his perception was broken. Everything became like a desperate nightmare. The world collapsed, the earth turned into charcoal, and the earth fire rose to the sky, scorching the sky. Everything was heading towards destruction... In the end, only the sound of breaking was left, as if evil spirits were chewing on the remains of the world.

-The terrifying feeling woke Ye Qingxuan up from his nightmare. He opened his eyes and gasped. Screams rang in his ears one after another. "Ah!!!!" "Help! Someone! Someone!" "The natural disaster is coming! Natural disaster!!" In the huge lecture hall, screams rang out one after another. Hundreds of students woke up from nightmares. Their faces were pale and they could hardly tell where they were. As the huge illusion dissipated, the lecturer on the podium, who was sipping black tea, raised his head and looked down at the frightened students with a comfortable look. "What you students just saw was the scene of the 'Battle of the Abyss' three hundred years ago." He said: "This is what I will teach you in the first lesson. - The fate of the endless war between humans and natural disasters."