Crown of Silence

Fire.

The flame ignited.

In the static lens world, the old musician looked down at the cold Guixu in a daze, and the great fear came from nowhere and penetrated his consciousness.

"——What is this...?"

In the stagnant time, the sound seemed to be frozen in the air, but the sound of steel friction was like a sharp blade, cutting the solidified time.

So, the sickle of God's wrath slowly raised and pointed to the sky.

"Deus-vult..."

Frightened by the resolute power, the old musician whispered softly.

The flame ignited from the sickle.

The elements operated, guiding the great power from the great source to descend, attached to the sickle blade of nothingness, harvesting all poisons, disasters, rebellion and injustice, and bringing death and eternal sleep to all equals.

This is judgment.

This is the end.

This is what the gods want!

Irresistible destruction materialized from Ye Qingxuan's hands. As he stepped forward in the still time, the black armor rubbed against the rock-like air until it burned red.

He was burning.

In the severe pain that was engraved into his bones, Ye Qingxuan felt unprecedented clarity and relaxation, as if he was born to be like this, as if in the torture of this flame, his soul was finally free and soared in the sky.

One step, two steps, holding the Scythe of God's Wrath, Ye Qingxuan smashed the dust and solidified cracks that blocked the road, leaving a pale track wherever he passed. The track was like a blade, straight forward, stabbing at the location of the White Knight.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the solidified time, the White Knight's armor trembled and roared.

The stiff body was trembling slowly, breaking free from the shackles of time, and the high-raised authority burst into flames, distorting the realm of matter, and even making time retreat.

Bathed in the fire that was like a natural enemy, he roared and hissed, like a spear of authority that cut through the material world, cut a scar, and stabbed straight.

Countless musical theories were entangled in this resonance, and the abyss was blessed in it, transforming the magnificent scene of eternal darkness behind the white knight.

The dark bells suddenly burst out.

In the south, in the north, in the dark world, and even in the holy city... Dozens of hidden dark nobles opened their eyes, responded to the call of the king of the earth, resonated, and invested their own power into the phantom of the abyss, making the phantom of eternal darkness more stable and real.

It was as if the distant future was revealed at this moment, hammering out the melody of fate, and entrusting everything to the authority of the king of the earth.

At that moment, the spear of authority and the sickle of divine anger collided with each other.

Tit for tat.

Burning himself, mustering all his strength, he resolutely killed forward, wanting to completely crush everything of the opponent and turn everything into nothingness.

At that moment, the Scythe of God's Wrath and the Spear of Kingship collided thousands of times.

The sickle blade of nothingness was still burning, but the light on the Spear of Kingship dimmed again and again, collapsed, and the elements broke and cracked. But soon the wrath of the natural disaster filled it, the spear tip broke, and from it emerged a great power that seemed to make the world dark.

This is the element of the White Knight, representing the future after all natural disasters and demons occupy this world, and representing the prosperity of the Great Source of Darkness.

——The World of the Abyss, Eternal Darkness!

"Kneel down, rebel, and receive death!"

In the rising darkness, the White Knight roared, like the roar of heaven and earth: "You dust should know fear!

I am the Lord of the earth!

I am the king of everything!"

"No, you are not."

There was only a hoarse voice in response to him. Under the broken visor, Ye Qingxuan raised his burning face and stared at him indifferently: "Everything you have is just usurped spoils, and you are just an empty shell with a crown!"

Boom!

The flaming sickle fell.

Amid the roar of countless lightning, the melody of the day of God's wrath sounded.

The elements of the eternal darkness broke, followed by the kingship of the White Knight, and then the head of the warhorse was cut off. The sickle slashed down, turned in direction, swept across, tore his armor, and then his arms and his chest.

In the frozen time, there was only the fierce light of the sickle.

Under the punishment of God, of course, everything was gone.

And when that frozen moment passed, the loud roar that followed resounded throughout the Guixu, causing the ocean to tremble and the island to tremble, as if it was about to be silent.

And the forest of stakes grew out from under the soil, and the light of the burning flames covered everything.

The abyss of splendor fell apart, bursting into wailing.

In the burning of the raging fire, the white knight fell from the broken warhorse, and the tragic scars emerged from the body, crisscrossing, almost disintegrating under the sickle.

The white flames in the pupils dimmed, like a candle in the wind.

Deathly silence came.

In front of the white knight, the armor transformed by the dragon's might had reached its limit and quietly dissipated.

Ye Qingxuan's figure walked out of it, lowered his head, and overlooked the natural disaster under his feet.

"The time of the end has come, 'Your Majesties', this day should have come long ago."

He declared softly, leaned over, and suddenly reached into the white knight's ruptured chest with his palm. He clenched it, pulled out a phantom from the darkness, and held it high.

In the light of the flames, the crowned figure was strangled by Ye Qingxuan's throat, struggling endlessly, and silently roaring at him.

But Ye Qingxuan's face was still indifferent, just looking coldly:

"Sun King from Burgundy, you have been arrested for colluding with heretics. In the name of the gods and me, you will be given a fair trial."

Although he was clearly on the battlefield, he seemed to be in a trial court. Ye Qingxuan held a sickle in his hand and coldly declared: "You have been sentenced to be burned at the stake and will be executed immediately!"

"May the fire purify your soul."

boom!

Flames burst out from between his five fingers and engulfed the phantom of nothingness. After the flames were extinguished, of course nothing remained.

Only finely divided salt powder fell from the flames and dissipated in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, stretched out his hand again, and pulled out the second lingering ghost: "Iron Moon Sage from the Caucasus, you were arrested for associating with the devil.

In the name of God and myself, I grant you fair judgment.

——Burning at the stake, execution! "

"The Lord of the Golden Palace from Asgard...the Sultan of Destiny from Canaan...King Magatuo from Tianzhu...you are guilty of betrayal by disrespecting the gods.

In the name of God and myself, I grant you equal ending and redemption.

——Burning at the stake! "

In the flames of God's wrath, the last remnants of the original kings disappeared without a trace.

In the end, only the white knight on the ground is left.

A... deformed empty shell.

He widened his dark eyes and stared at Ye Qingxuan with full of viciousness. He opened his mouth and screamed, stretched out his hands to scratch, as if he wanted to take back his treasure, but was cruelly stepped on the ground by a foot, kissing the soil.

Then, the sickle fell and caught his throat.

"White Knight from the Abyss, you have been found guilty of arrogance, blasphemy, heresy and depravity, and in the name of the gods and me, you are given final punishment and destruction."

Ye Qingxuan looked down at him, his eyes filled with bright electric light, and his hoarse voice echoed in Guixu.

"——What awaits you and your eternal darkness will not be purgatory and despair, but eternal nothingness and death!"

"No!!!!!"

Amidst the screams of countless voices in the empty shell, the sickle was raised coldly, slit his throat, cut off his head, and completely separated the body and head of the future king of the earth.

Under the judgment of the Scythe of Wrath, the broken body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed, turning into dissipated salt. The falling head screamed and slowly shattered. In the end, only an empty skull remained.

Snapped!

The skull was crushed to pieces under the iron boots.

In the silence, amid the sounds of countless flames burning, the entire Guixu was silent, as if it had fallen into deathly silence.

The heresy and flames dissipated, and the Scythe of Wrath quietly shrank, turning into the staff of destiny again and returning to Ye Qingxuan's hand, no longer magical.

Ye Qingxuan propped up his crutches, raised his head, and looked around at the silent Guixu.

"Is this the end?"

He murmured softly, feeling extremely tired.

"No, not yet."

In the light of the torture rack, footsteps sounded from afar. The visitor took off his hat and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a complicated expression.

"Naberish?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and sighed softly: "Are you here to avenge these things?"

"To be honest, even if you kill all the dark ministers, what does it have to do with me? I am a black musician, an evil and cunning black musician without any friendship! Such a noble word as revenge has no connection with me."

Naberish shrugged and spread his hands: "Besides, I don't want to be an enemy of a monster like you. Ye Qingxuan, relax, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"bid farewell?"

"Yes, I'm leaving."

Naberis waved his hand: "The situation is about to change, Ye Qingxuan, everything is not as simple as you think. I have got what I should get. I don't want to stay on this chessboard anymore, so when the chessboard is overturned Next, we need to run away quickly. After all, we still have a long child to raise at home.

Goodbye, dear friend, I hope you take care of yourself and I hope to see you again somewhere in the future. "

"The chessboard was overturned?" Ye Qingxuan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"You'll see soon enough."

Naberish smiled, put his hat back on, backed away slowly, and disappeared into the shadows.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan turned around suddenly.

See the glorious scepter rising into the sky among the ruins.

He froze.

——Schubert!

——

Ten minutes ago, there was turmoil in the ruins.

Dust and black snow fell from the sky.

Half of the ruined city was submerged in flames, and half was trembling as if it was about to sink.

A loud sound of earth shattering came from the distance, and rubble fell from the wall and rolled to the nun's feet.

The old nun didn't realize it, she just lowered her head, closed her eyes, and prayed silently, as if she had turned into a statue.

Until a deep voice came from behind.

"Sister Teresa, are you okay?"

The old nun opened her eyes, turned around, and saw the phantom in red. She was silent for a long time and asked softly:

"The Holy See?"

When I was writing this chapter, my mind suddenly came to me: "Hal Jordan from Earth..."