Crown of Silence

Chapter 760 The Balance of Evil

At this moment, on the ruins.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the strange middle-aged man, stunned.

"Dude, who are you?"

The figure that came with the projection of the Holy Cauldron tilted his head and looked at him, asking, "You should be able to guess it, right?"

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously looked up at the sky, then lowered his head to look at the projection in front of him, and asked tentatively: "The King of Yellow?"

The visitor shrugged slightly, "It's the real deal."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and said in a muffled voice: "I thought it would be the Red King."

"It should have been."

The Yellow King looked around and said lightly: "He had landed here fifteen minutes ago. Asgard wanted to split the material world and violated the principles of the Holy City. He would never sit idly by and watch all this happen."

Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant.

"Do you have a way to stop him?"

"His long-distance transmission is based on the ether cycle of the human world. It just so happens that I am in charge of this area."

The Yellow King replied, not hiding the disagreement between himself and the Red King. "By the way, the Blue King has also decided to give up interfering in the changes in the human world. The excessive power has led to a gap between him and humans. The Blue Kings of all generations have chosen to exile themselves.

So, you don't have to worry about becoming his enemy. Even if he is determined to take action, the enemy will not be you."

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Ignoring the chaotic thoughts in his mind, he looked at the Supreme King who came with unknown intentions and asked directly: "So, you came here to fight?"

"Destruction has always been the job of the Green King. I am only responsible for repairing and finishing."

The Yellow King didn't care about the Sword of the New Covenant that locked him, and didn't show any hostility. He just looked at him: "So, there is no need for such boring temptations. Why don't we talk openly?"

"Sorry, I don't have time."

Ye Qingxuan responded indifferently: "If you don't want to fight me, then remove the space lock around you. I still have things to do."

The Sword of the New Covenant turned over, and the iron light of the sword spine reflected in the void around the two people, and then there was a sound of steel friction. I don't know when the two were already in the cage.

"I'm sorry."

The King of Yellow sighed, "Although I don't want to fight, I can't let you go to the Golden Palace.

If you insist on attacking me, I can tell you the result - if I defend with all my strength, you can't kill me. Although you will win, but if I don't die, you can't leave here.

I won't let others interfere in the battle of the Golden Palace. The result there is crucial to me."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes became colder.

"Is that your reason?" He sneered, "I thought everything on earth had nothing to do with you."

"It's a different time now."

"No, since you've decided to let it go from the beginning, then don't get involved again with such a ridiculous excuse."

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "Don't you want unfettered freedom? Go back to the sky, go back to your iron cage.

King of Yellow, your freedom is not here."

"You're right, but this place means the same to me - this is the last time I appear in this world as King of Yellow."

King of Yellow chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It's better to say that I came here to retire from this position."

He paused and looked at Ye Qingxuan:

"How about making a bet with me?"

"Do I have room to refuse?" Ye Qingxuan asked coldly.

"Although this is not fair to you, don't you want to listen to the bet and my bet?"

The King of Yellow withdrew his gaze from him and looked towards the direction of the Golden Palace. Even though he was thousands of miles away, he could still see the blazing lights and thrilling roars.

He suddenly asked, "Ye Qingxuan, who do you think will win?"

"What about you?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, his tone harsh, "Who do you hope will win? The cult you have discarded like a worn-out shoe?"

"No, I hope the Holy City loses, but I don't want Charles to win." The King of Yellow said calmly, "It's better to say that I hope both sides will suffer the most."

Both sides will suffer the most...

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"It has always been said that among all the people in the world, you are the only one closest to me. But can you understand how I feel, Ye Qingxuan? That kind of..."

After thinking for a moment, the King of Yellow sighed softly and revealed that word:

"That kind of...'disappointment' in all this."

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

In silence, the Yellow King found a broken step and sat down, and continued:

"For a long time, I have been confused about one thing, how should I look at all this?

From the perspective of the Yellow King, I don't want this increasingly distorted world to gradually lose order and eventually fall apart because of the original sin of mankind, but I can't do anything about it.

From the perspective of a musician, I don't want everything in this world to be locked in the cradle by a certain organization in the name of justice and righteousness, so that even breathing is difficult, but I don't have the courage to overturn all this.

If from the perspective of a mortal, I long to throw away all these constraints and gain freedom, but I can't break away from this. I am destined to be the least free person in the world.

This is the most ridiculous thing. No matter from that perspective, it is impossible for me to get what I want. "

He played with his scepter and laughed mockingly, "What I want in my life, I am destined to not get it from the moment I put on this crown."

"After all, what you hate the most is yourself, right?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly, "You are just escaping from yourself, running far away, pretending that none of this happened, that you didn't see it, looking for illusory peace and freedom, in an iron floating in low-Earth orbit. in a cage.

When you come here now, you just hope that others will rush out and smash the stall to pieces, giving you an excuse to abandon everything and continue looking for escape! "

King Huang was stunned.

For a long time, he laughed.

"Yes, that's it."

He did not hide his ugliness and insignificance, and faced Ye Qingxuan's ridicule calmly. "As the King of Yellow, I must guard the balance, but now, the balance that leads all things to good no longer exists, and all I can get is the balance of evil.

Then I have no choice, the balance of evil is better than the destruction of good. "

He paused, and his eyes became serious, not allowing for doubt or resistance, truly like the Yellow King: "To be cruel, I hope that Charles will die in this battle, and the Holy City will be greatly damaged by this.

So, I need you to stay here. "

"Everything may not go as you wish."

Ye Qingxuan tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword, with murderous intent in his eyes. A harsh sound burst out from the void, which was the loud sound of the iron light of the New Testament striking the cage.

The incarnation of the Yellow King fell apart in front of the New Testament sword, and in the next moment, it gathered again, died again, and reunited again, as if it had passed through endless birth and death and reached eternity.

His breath suddenly became erratic and weak, and even the projection of the sacred cauldron disappeared.

The whole person is like a phantom, about to disappear in the next moment.

But the cage did not waver at all, and was even more stable than before.

It is something that is above the Holy Spirit, above all realms and demonic realms in the world, some kind of wall that abandons everything else just for stability and isolation!

"You don't think that I've been sleeping with my eyes closed since I've been in confinement for such a long time, right?"

Huang Zhiwang turned his head and looked at him, then showed a complicated smile: "After all, I still have some understanding... Welcome to my world, Ye Qingxuan."

"Is this what you realize? A cage that blocks out the whole world? You should find a psychiatrist to treat your autism!"

"Really? I will after this is over."

King Huang said calmly: "Well, now, let's return to the original topic.

——Would you like to make a bet? "

He said, "Who will win in the war at the Golden Palace?"

Ye Qingxuan did not respond to him, but Huang Zhiwang said to himself: "I bet that the winner will be Charles, what about you?"

"Ciel?"

Ye Qingxuan only felt like sneering after hearing this.

Regardless of the Yellow King's position, no matter how hard you think about it, you won't think that one person has a chance of winning against the religious order that has ruled the entire old era for hundreds of years.

"Ye Qingxuan, there is one thing you have been unwilling to admit from the beginning."

The Yellow King said unhurriedly: "That is - Ciel is definitely not the kind of 'person' you imagined.

His essence is above humans from the very beginning, something inhuman.

If he could hide in the weeds in disguise before, then when Gaius wakes him up, it will be impossible for him to return to the mortal world.

He is not like you, He is the Son of God, literally.

Everyone has known this for a long time, except you who didn't want to admit it.

You would rather he lose and die here as a human than see him win, right? If this is the friendship between you, I think I need to register for you when I go to see a psychiatrist. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

After a while, he raised his head: "You are right, I would rather my friend die as a human being than to become something he doesn't want to become...

Even if everyone in the world thinks he is omnipotent, no matter he is a god or a monster, in my heart, he will always be Ciel, my senior brother, and my friend. "

Ye Qingxuan was absolutely unwilling to admit Huang Zhiwang's prophecy.

Even if so, Ciel would die there.

Even if the one who laughs last will be the Holy City.

"In this case, the bet is established."

Huang Zhiwang chuckled. The laughter was mocking Ye Qingxuan and himself, "A... bet that neither party is willing to win."

Huang Zhiwang, who hopes that Charles can win, and Ye Qingxuan, who hopes that the Order can win.

If the Yellow King wins, then the cult will completely lose the power to fight back in the end, and the old world he maintains is destined to disappear in the long future.

If Ye Qingxuan wins, then he will lose his most important friend.

Neither side hopes that they will win in the end, but they are also unwilling to face failure. Those who win will not get redemption, but those who lose will still have to taste the bitter pill.

As the Yellow King said.

This is the balance of evil.

In the silence, the Yellow King stared into the distance, looking at the cracked sky and the world ignited by war.

"Then, as punishment for failure..."

He announced the bet, "The one who loses will be the Yellow King."

After my fever just subsided, I wrapped myself in a blanket and squatted in front of the computer, sweating all over for four hours, and finally finished this chapter. Although I feel that I will continue to fail tomorrow, I still decided to buy a monthly ticket~