Crown of Silence

quietly.

The stone knife passed over the bloated woman's throat and accurately cut off the artery above the neck.

At that moment, the dull woman froze, and her fat and bloated body began to tremble violently, causing waves of flesh to form. She raised her head suddenly, her lungs bulged, and she let out a miserable scream.

The scream was so terrifying.

It is sharp and crazy, like millions of biological children being stillborn, or like millions of children being born from the womb, containing pain, madness and inhuman joy.

She was screaming, roaring, and singing.

The sharp sound penetrated the deep earth, echoing in everyone's ears, making everyone's vision go dark, and they were almost distracted by this terrifying roar.

Immediately afterwards, what spurted out from the wound was a river of blood.

It's hard to imagine that that bloated body actually contained so much blood. The blood spurted out from the huge crack in the neck at such a rapid speed that the terrifying blood pressure turned into a waterfall in mid-air.

The sound of rushing rivers sounded.

Endless blood spilled from the air and gathered into a sea of ​​blood. The scarlet that represents the essential element of the Dark Earth Mother poured into the deepest part of Guixu, adding a layer of scarlet to the countless silver flashes.

In just an instant, endless blood spurted out.

In the end, not even the body was left.

Only Paganini, who was holding the knife, stood alone on the high platform, looking down at the sea of ​​​​blood that gradually blended with the silver light, his eyes deep.

From then on, the Dark Earth Mother no longer existed in the world...

The Dark Earth Mother was thrown into the deepest part of Guixu by him as a gift. As one of the four living creatures, she fertilized the baby who was about to be born, filled all the vacancies, and even brought hundreds more than the vacancies. times the power.

This is pure power of life!

A roar sounded from under the whirlpool.

Under the bloody whirlpool, it seemed to have turned into a huge uterus, and the rolling thunder was the fetal movement of natural disasters.

The elements that the Holy City had painstakingly instilled suddenly shattered, and the elements of Changing Music Theory and Dark Earth Mother were tightly riveted into the core of Guixu, and could no longer be separated.

The entire Guixu was in crazy turmoil, the ancient buildings collapsed completely, and torrents swept across.

Countless mud dots fell from the sky, and when they landed on the ground, they turned into thumb-sized little people. They ran around, fought, gave birth and multiplied, and then died quickly and returned to the dust.

Chaos is revealed.

A natural disaster is about to be born! ——

At the same time, outside the Holy City.

The crow alighted on the knight's shoulder.

The red horse's hooves trampled in the mud, causing a hissing sound, and the blood evaporated, turning into foul-smelling water vapor.

The blood-red war horse moved forward slowly, step after step, stepping on the messy corpses. In the distance, in the City of Steel, mighty bells rose one after another, and figures one after another rose into the sky, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The knight on the war horse had a dull expression, his body rose and fell with the war horse, and his movements were stiff and dull. His eyes were empty, without any agility at all.

Because that's a wooden person.

Pull off the willow branches and weave it into its body; split the heart of the tree and chisel out its face; decorate it with jewels to embellish it with dignity; carve it skillfully and give it ten fingers.

But all this still cannot change its essence.

What gives it its essence is something deeper, some kind of pure, decisive killing intention that contains no scum. It is not human, but it is better than human. It has no soul and no need for soul.

It was born as a weapon. If it does not bring peace to the earth, it wants to use weapons on the earth.

When the Hundred-Eyed One tore apart the abyss, he gifted it with the essence of the abyss and gave it an unshakable mission.

"The destroyer is coming! The destroyer is coming! The destroyer is coming!"

On the shoulders of the wicker knight, the crow, with blood-red eyes, sang aloud: "All flesh will be like grass, and all beauty will be like the flowers on the grass. The grass will wither, and the flowers will fall - in the kingdom of blood and death, you The destruction will come eventually!"

The bloody war horse marched forward in blood.

The fire of lava rose up from under the horses' hooves, filled the sky, and burned the iron sky, turning it into a scorching iron curtain. Under the Iron Curtain, stars rise from the Holy City.

The mighty bell rang again.

five times.

The Holy Spirit awakened from the coffin, and under the will of Nibelung, the black iron door of the Hall of Valor slowly opened. The countless rays of light rose from the ground, hung high in the sky, and turned into stars to shine.

Agni turned into a big fiery star, the White Emperor was as sharp as iron, and the twin holy spirits, wind and thunder, were always intertwined with each other, setting off hurricanes and thunderstorms, and turned into twin stars...

The roaring bells keep ringing, and every time the bell rings, a crack will be opened to the etheric world, and endless ether flows out from it, fertilizing the stars, making the stars shine brightly, until finally, it turns into thousands of A scorching sun shines between heaven and earth.

The Holy Spirit has awakened from his long sleep, and hundreds of choirs are busy singing prayers for the Holy Spirit who serves them. In the ethereal voice, the light turned into armor and swords, arming the Holy Spirits layer by layer.

What reacts faster than the departed Holy Spirit is the living being.

The scepter musician who was hiding in the monastery was the first to turn into a fierce light and roared over. The first to bear the brunt was the waning whale singer Orlando.

Orlando has already met his own death date, and has even prepared the process of transforming into the Holy Spirit.

At this moment, he no longer looked old, but youthful again. His golden hair was shining, and his body was as sturdy and strong as a demigod. The metal alchemical matrix had been embedded in his body, and the power in the scepter had been filled to overflowing.

The mighty and long roar echoed between heaven and earth, grand and distant, like countless whales singing.

Wherever the fierce light passed, the earth silently cracked into gullies. The straight rift extended outward from the holy city, and in a flash, it spanned several kilometers. In the terrifying power of the earth-shaking, the whale singer roared in, the elements were running, and the great power from the etheric world was suddenly smashed into the material world.

With one blow, the entire etheric sea was in turmoil, as if a terrifying shock wave burst out from the etheric world, extending downward, and drilling through the nine layers of the etheric sea one by one.

But the next moment, the terrifying impact had not yet emerged, and it had dissipated and disappeared.

The Willow Knight raised his head, and on his face carved from wood, two blood-red gems reflected Orlando's figure. His five fingers raised and grabbed out, and it was unclear how he moved, but the next moment, Orlando's neck was in his hand.

Between the five fingers that closed, the scepter collapsed.

Then, the right arm raised the knife and fell.

Crack.

The sound was crisp, and blood spurted.

A head fell from the muscular body, like a ripe melon falling off the vine.

Then, the second one.

Crack, crack, crack...

The crisp sound of a blunt knife chopping bones continued to sound, and then one head after another fell to the ground and was crushed into mud by the iron hooves of the warhorse. Whether it was a master or a scepter, a counterfeit or a genuine product, they were all treated equally.

But soon, all the musicians quickly distanced themselves.

In order to guard against the elusive guillotine, under the order of the cardinal, only musicians who are good at ultra-long-range music theory construction stepped onto the battlefield under the heavy protection of the Knights Templar.

Then, the sound of the neighing of the warhorse resounded through the road that was swamped by blood plasma, and a red light suddenly burst out from it. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of thousands of meters, and the next moment, the red light returned to its original place.

The whole body of the wicker knight was charred, like a meteor, and the flames on his body rose, ignited by his terrifying speed.

Then, the terrifying gully emerged from the battlefield, like cutting wheat, and everything fell apart where the red light swept.

Whether it was the knight or the musician, the armor or the shield, they had all been distorted beyond recognition.

The shrill sonic boom came late until this time.

Even though there were thousands of troops, facing that red warhorse and the dull wooden man on it, everyone's face couldn't help but turn pale.

"Musicians who have not achieved the upper element should step down."

The awakened Holy Spirit stared at the slowly approaching warhorse and sighed softly: "These are the four creations split by the Hundred Eyes before his death. They are clones created with malice towards this world. For humans, this is the embodiment of the "war" element.

Only war can destroy war. Apart from that, no matter how many people go up, it will be in vain to die."

Everyone's expression suddenly became ugly. This matter had already alarmed the Holy See ten minutes ago. If the Holy See took action again, the majesty and heritage of the Holy City would certainly be gone.

"Don't worry, I'll do it."

The nameless Holy Spirit stretched out his hand, and the priest of the Holy Artifacts Showroom stepped forward and presented a heavy bronze horn with both hands. The horn was still stained with the color of dried blood and mottled with copper rust.

‘Horn of Disaster’!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn’t help but take a step back, their eyes full of awe and fear.

This was a divine weapon forged by several scepters of the School of Revelation when the lighthouse of the Holy City was first built a hundred years ago, borrowing the power of the lighthouse and the Nibelungen.

Unfortunately, it went against the prophetic path pursued by the School of Revelation. After abandoning countless possibilities, it combined the power of the Holy Scripture and focused on the side door that led the fate of all things to the same ending.

It can be said that its existence is a blasphemy against the School of Revelation.

This alone is not enough to arouse everyone’s fear. But according to records, all those who have used it will be abandoned by fate, and none of them will have a good end, and even their descendants will be accumulated.

The prophets and curse musicians of Tianzhu called this fateful power ‘karma’, and karma will eventually return to balance. If you want to pry karma, you have to mortgage your own destiny.

This is a lose-lose strategy.

For the Holy Spirit, the price of using it is the complete annihilation of its own existence. Once the horn is blown, it will be crushed into nothingness under the rebound of the Great Source and the strong pressure of the Ether Realm, and its consciousness and self will dissipate between heaven and earth.

And the enemy is also destined to have no good end.

And at that moment, the horn was blown.

Another update, that's right. Starting today, I will return to my normal state, not keep any drafts, and update as soon as I finish writing. I will update as much as I can, and I can't retreat if there are more... eh?