Crown of Silence

Chapter 580 Return

When the black warship docked, the whole port fell silent. Everyone stared at its sharp outline in the dimness in silence.

A cold wind with a strong fishy smell blew from afar.

Lancelot covered his mouth and coughed suppressedly for a long time, wiping the blood from his fingers with a handkerchief.

A low sigh sounded from beside him.

Mephisto reached out and handed him a small hand warmer. Lancelot did not refuse, holding the hand warmer, his face became a little rosy.

"How long can your body hold on?"

Mephisto's blind eyes seemed to fall on his chest, and through his clothes, he saw the lingering old illness, "The doctor should have told you that you shouldn't come out."

"There are always exceptions."

Lancelot shook his head, stared at the silent shadow, and whispered softly: "I want to see him, I want to."

"Lancelot, everyone who comes here wants to."

Mephisto's cloudy pupils without light stared ahead, but it seemed that everything fell into his eyes.

The blind eyes overlooked the crowd, looking at the civilians, nobles, merchants and soldiers, distinguishing their faces one by one, as if seeing what was in his mind.

"Some people are out of respect."

"Some people are for their position."

"Some people want to show off..."

He paused, and his blind eyes fell on the outermost side of the port, above the surging crowd that stretched to the end of the road, and a trace of sigh and awe emerged in his cloudy pupils.

"And some people come to see the legend."

At that moment, a low voice sounded.

First, there was the low reverberation of the friction of the hub of the steel armor, followed by the clanging echo of iron boots stepping on the deck. Hundreds of people gathered into a legion, assembled into an array, and moved forward, evolving into a huge roar.

The dead sea water turbulent before the sound, stirring up waves.

The cold sea breeze swept, blowing the faces that tried to force a smile pale.

Those who rushed forward and wanted to show themselves and show friendship at the first time were stunned.

Paused in place at the sound, couldn't help wanting to retreat.

Because in the light of the wind lamp, the red flag was raised again, and the holy emblem rolled in the wind and moved forward.

Two rows of armored knights dyed black by the blood of demons walked out of the slowly opened gate. Under the light, the steel visor reflected the cold light, so hideous.

The burly priests, holding up red banners, led the way in front. They wore chain hoods and heavy armor on their robes. With their low footsteps, the armor plates rubbed against each other, making a clanging echo.

The priest who led the way went straight forward, as if he had not seen the welcomers coming forward at all, and his speed did not slow down at all. The enthusiastic smiles became stiff and unsustainable.

The people who came forward retreated in a hurry, and the warm welcome atmosphere was broken, and the silence was awkward.

"What's going on?"

Several noble representatives wiped their cold sweat and looked at each other. Some were pushed out and reluctantly mustered up the courage to meet the priest who led the way.

But the advancing procession never stopped at all, and slowly moved forward, which made the representative who blocked the front stunned, and his face became paler and paler.

Until finally, the footsteps stopped in front of him.

The priest holding the banner lowered his eyes, as if looking at him.

Under the dim light, the burly priest cast a thick black shadow, covering the pale face, making him swallow his saliva and force a smile:

"I am the chief of Avalon..."

"You should bow your head."

A hoarse voice sounded, interrupting his words.

In the blurred outline of the backlight, there seemed to be a cold and indifferent gaze, with iron-like majesty, which made it difficult for him to maintain a smile on his face, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He looked away, not daring to look at the eyes again.

The priest retracted his gaze and declared coldly:

"——Fear God."

In the dead cold wind, only the holy emblem fluttered on the flag.

The faint sound of footsteps sounded from afar.

In the gaze of everyone, the thin figure walked out of the dimness, stepped on the road paved by the purifiers, and walked into the dim light.

In the dead silence, the sound of breathing also disappeared.

Only the faint sound of footsteps echoed.

Amid the roar of steel friction, the armored knights half-knelt on the ground, bowing their heads to the rulers, and under the protection of the priests, the thin young man walked down the warship and stepped onto the port. He blew into his palms in the cold wind and rubbed his hands, as if he was not used to the cold winter.

The holy belt with lapis lazuli patterns fell from his shoulders and landed on the vestments. It was not the deep red that the archbishops loved the most, but the purple with a deep color.

Under the swaying wind lamp, the white hair was blown by the wind, like burning mercury.

In silence, he stood on the shore and stared at this long-lost city. It was only a short farewell of four months, but everything became completely different.

Many things have changed.

Everything in the past has disappeared.

But the things in its bones have not changed

Avalon...

"Finally back."

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly.

Under the fluttering red holy emblem, he looked down at the crowd, raised his hands, and declared the truth to the mortals just like the emperor who came here that year.

"—— God bless Anglu."

Then, cheers like a tsunami sounded.

The crowd surged, as if boiling.

The countless chaotic footsteps made the earth shake, and the dust flew up, turbulent in the air, trembling in the shouts of countless people.

The fanatical crowd stared at the holy emblem and the figure of the young man, waving their arms, surging forward, trying to cross the restricted area again and again, no matter how the guards outside tried to stop them.

Countless people held up the wind lanterns in their hands, waved their arms, shouted to Ye Qingxuan, and praised him with all their words.

As Ye Qingxuan moved forward, the holy emblem flag was raised high in the strong wind, and the believers became more and more fanatical, bowing down to the salvation that came before them.

Those chaotic shouts gradually overlapped and became the same words, the same voice.

"Hand of God!"

The crowd looked up at Ye Qingxuan's figure and praised enthusiastically: "Hand of God!"

"Hand of God!!!"

The shouts of countless people gathered together and shook the world.

This was the low hum of this silent city.

It was as if the real master had finally arrived, respectfully offering everything and humbly begging the visitor to grant salvation.

Amid the deafening shouts, all the people in front looked at each other, their faces slightly changing.

Mingming tried to stay calm, but he couldn't hide the horror and fear in his eyes.

It's not that they didn't know Ye Qingxuan's identity and past. As early as the moment Ye Qingxuan returned, his information and past were placed in front of countless people.

At the beginning, they wanted to unite and take this powerful force into their hands. Later, when they saw the power, they were eager to make friends with the returning guest.

But now, they don't even have the courage to stay here and introduce themselves.

At that moment, they finally understood: the people who came here were not loyal soldiers, not naive heroes, nor politicians who could be moved by interests and compromise.

The priest said to them: You should bow your heads and fear God.

Under the deep purple surplice and the holy belt symbolizing justice, it was not the young man they expected, but the archbishop appointed by the Holy City, the great judge of the re-established religious inquisition, and the "hand of God" who came with iron and fire!

All mortals who were intoxicated with power and desire were like dust in his eyes.

"Another madman..."

Someone whispered.

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"Lancelot, don't you understand yet?

Mephisto turned around and looked at the lost Lancelot:

"Avalon has changed, old friend, and the world has changed. He is no longer the child you could protect.

I know what you think, but you can't change him. "

Lancelot lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Ye Qingxuan walked forward, looked at the old archbishop in front of him, and smiled.

"Archbishop Mephistopheles, it's great to see that you are still safe."

He habitually wanted to salute, but when he raised his hand, he was stopped by Mephistopheles.

The turbid blind eyes raised, as if looking at the young man in front of him, for a long time, and then showed a sighing smile.

"You are already the hand of God, Your Excellency the Archbishop, there is no need to salute me."

As he said, Mephistopheles took off the seal ring representing power on his index finger, and put it on Ye Qingxuan's right hand with great care. Finally, he bent down, held up his right hand, and let the seal ring touch his forehead.

"I am old."

He smiled, as if he had unloaded a burden: "From now on, all affairs of the Anglu Diocese will be decided by you. "

Ye Qingxuan had never expected that when he just returned, Archbishop Mephistopheles actually handed over the Westminster Abbey and the entire Avalon barrier that he had guarded for decades to him.

Although he was also the Grand Inquisitor, he was still on the same level as Mephistopheles in the church. Even as a regional bishop, Mephistopheles did not have to pay attention to anything Ye Qingxuan said.

This was the right granted to Mephistopheles by the church.

But now, he handed it all over to his own hands.

"I'm afraid you have more things to deal with next, so I won't bother you anymore."

Mephistopheles did not wait for him to refuse, but nodded and said goodbye: "I have prepared a station for your subordinates in Westminster Abbey. I will wait for your arrival there in the next period of time. "

After saying that, he retreated and left with the help of his followers.

Just when he passed by Shi Dong, his steps paused for a moment, as if he was nodding his head, but it was barely noticeable.

Until the end, Ye Qingxuan sighed and looked forward.

Looking at Lancelot who had been waiting for a long time in front of him, he opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Lancelot, however, supported himself with his cane, pushed away the help of others, and walked forward.

Getting closer, looking at his face, as if trying to distinguish the outline of the past, as if looking at a family member who had returned after a long absence, his eyes became complicated and relieved.

"You're back?" He asked softly.

"Yeah."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, and then froze in place.

Because Lancelot struggled to raise his arms and hugged him.

It was the first hug in so many years, but he was so weak that he had no strength.

"It's good to be back. "

He said, "It'll be nice to come back."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and wanted to break away, but hesitated and did not refuse.

Soon, Lancelot realized his gaffe, let go of his hand, and wiped the corners of his eyes awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm a little excited. Over the years, I have been looking forward to your coming back. It's great that you can come back. ”

As he said that, he leaned on the crutches and pulled Ye Qingxuan to stagger forward: "Let's go, I will take you back. I have a lot to say to you, little Ye Zi, a lot of things."

But Ye Qingxuan stood there, looking around, his eyes becoming confused: "Why are you the only ones? Where's Maxwell? That old bastard, isn't he still pretending that even the wind doesn't want to do it?"

Lancelot was silent for a moment and reluctantly put on a smile: "Something happened that no one expected. He has no way to come here for the time being."

"I'll take you back to rest first."

Lancelot looked away and no longer looked into his eyes: "A lot of things have happened in these days, and there is enough time for you to understand slowly."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, was silent for a long time, and nodded slowly.

"good."