Crown of Silence

Chapter 811 Trial (I)

Moss condensed on the stone bricks on the ground, withering in the dim corridor that never sees the sun.

Except for the scratches in the middle where people often walk and when carrying goods, both sides of the corridor are covered with moss, making the ground look like a layer of tattered carpet.

Every time the heavy iron door at the end of the corridor was pushed open, the yellow and green tattered stall was scratched.

The dim light behind the door flowed out, illuminating the face of the middle-aged priest.

As if he was prematurely aged, his mottled white hair was neatly combed behind his head, his facial features were sharp, his expression was cold, and he was wearing a black cassock, like an iron soul.

The white film in his pupils swept across, which made people shudder.

But with the sound coming from behind the door, his face wrinkled slightly.

It seemed like singing.

The distant hoarse moans and faint breathing intertwined, as if they had turned into a light hymn, but this hymn was so strange, with a sticky texture, which made people particularly unhappy.

In the huge underground space behind the door, only the kerosene lamp hanging on the ceiling brought dim light.

Dozens of huge pools exuded a pungent smell. Some pools were surging, but it was unclear what was hidden. Some pools were dry and empty, with only dark red mud at the bottom of the pool.

Other pools were half-emptied, and heavy iron chains hung down from the ceiling, half-hanging the behemoth and supporting the boneless creature.

It was like meat paste was forcibly kneaded together, and after all the bones were extracted, pure flesh and blood relied on the pull of the chains to poke out part of the tissue from the deep pool.

As the body rose and fell, a faint white breath came out of the mouth and nose, and the operation of the lungs produced a turbid sound of liquid surging, which blended into the strange hymn and laid the tone of the melody.

The priest frowned, looked straight ahead, walked through the inhuman creatures, and walked straight to the end.

At the end of the hall, in front of the last deep pool, a scholar in white looked down at the creatures in the pool, buried his head in marking something on the notebook, and was completely unaware of the person behind him.

It was not until the priest coughed twice unhappily that he turned around, raised his heavy glasses, and looked closely for a moment before nodding in realization.

"Ah, you are here. Is the trial about to begin?"

"Three hours left."

The priest responded indifferently: "I will investigate 'Him' on behalf of the Cardinal to ensure that He can attend the trial, at least... can sit alive on the chair of the judge.

The envoys of various countries are waiting for this verdict, don't make any mistakes."

"Ah, don't worry about this."

The scholar's old face showed a strange smile: "He is fine now."

As he spoke, a huge searchlight fell from the dome. After the sparks of electric light flashed, a pale and dazzling light burst out. The lamp post was thrown straight into the pool behind the scholar, illuminating... that thing in the pool.

Something was floating in the dark green viscous liquid.

As far as the eye could see, the first thing that attracted the eye was its bones.

It was like an iron skeleton that was burned and thrown into the water, twisted into a strange shape, with joints that should not exist in some places, and other places were incomplete.

One can only vaguely distinguish the twisted spine, many joints have merged together, and some joints are sticking out from strange places and floating in the water.

The same deformed muscles are attached to it, but they seem to be not firmly attached, like seaweed floating in the tide. The diseased organs grow in the cage of the skeleton and between the seaweed, and some have grown out of the body without being noticed.

It has been twisted into this shape, but at first glance, it still feels like... it looks like a person.

Because of its head.

Compared with the twisted and deformed body, the head is so perfect, as if it is decorated with a delicate face made by gods, and the golden hair floats in the solution, like melted lapis lazuli.

The only thing that is annoying is the huge iron bolt wedged into the bone from the back of its head, even occupying the place where the brain tissue is. After removing everything that can be removed, a lock-like thing is filled in the skull.

It is restrained inside.

At that moment, the priest was stunned and felt cold all over.

"Are you shocked?"

The scholar laughed with satisfaction: "After all, when it was sent here, it only had half a head and a broken skeleton. In just two days, it has grown to this extent.

You see, the lymphatic tissue has almost recovered, although it has grown into a mess like the internal organs. But at least there is no problem for him to appear in court."

In the cold silence, the priest subconsciously drew the holy emblem on his chest, and the lingering fear has not subsided.

As if he realized that the scholar was teasing him, his expression became more gloomy: "At least give him limbs? And, what's the matter with this bloody mess?"

"This? Don't worry, before that, we will implant the dermis for him, at least it looks... more like a human."

The scholar just shook his head slightly, and his expression became mocking: "But I think the people on the jury would like to see this look more, right?

If everyone can recognize what the so-called Son of God looks like, I'm afraid there will be no more inexplicable pity."

The priest frowned and said in a cold voice: "Get it clear, I am here to convey the decree of the Holy See to you! Not to negotiate with you! You just need to obey the order!"

A brief silence.

The scholar looked at him with strange eyes, as if he was looking at a fool who knew nothing.

"Shh!"

The strange and sinister old man raised a finger to his mouth: "Keep your voice down, don't disturb him."

At that moment, the priest was stunned.

In the deep pool, in the viscous liquid, under the golden hair, the face suddenly twitched, and then the sleeping eyes suddenly opened.

One side of the eye socket was empty, while on the other side, the bloodshot red pupil suddenly looked above the water, quietly looking at the priest's eyes.

Just being looked at, it seemed as if he was swallowed by great fear.

The priest stumbled back, stepped on the slippery moss on the edge of the pool, and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, an arm reached out and grabbed his hand.

"He's awake!"

The priest pointed at the thing in the pool in astonishment, his expression twisted.

"No, no, no, it's just a nerve reaction."

The scholar smiled strangely and let go of his hand. The priest only felt a wet feeling coming from his wrist. At this time, he remembered that the touch when he was just pulled was so soft, as if there were no bones...

The scholar had no abnormality at all, and smiled as usual, just pointing to the pool: "In fact, after the gray matter of the brain is suppressed and removed, whether it still has consciousness is another matter."

The priest subconsciously asked: "What about the confession that the bishop wants?"

"This is indeed a problem."

The scholar chuckled twice: "It is now immersed in its own dream, and no interference from the outside world can wake it up. However, I heard that you were quite good at interrogation in the early years. Anyway, it's still early, maybe you can try it?"

"Forget it, forget it..."

The priest shook his head without thinking.

However, before leaving, he couldn't help but look back and look into the pool. His sight swept across His pupils and separated as soon as they touched.

As if he was afraid of being burned by a branding iron.

"... That kind of thing is no longer a human being."

The door closed.

"Hehe." The scholar looked at the direction where the priest left, and his smile was still mocking.

But soon, there was a sudden turbulence.

Boom!

The dome shook, and dust fell.

It was like an earthquake. The huge impact came from the city on the surface and came to the deep underground, still forming a terrifying impact.

It was as if there was a giant on the ground trampling angrily, and the aftermath spread, bringing the echo of thunder.

In the deep pool, the viscous dark green liquid also turbulent.

That pupil blinked.

It was barely noticeable.

——

The first thunder sounded.

The iron curtain sky shook, the torn scars had not yet healed, and the weak twilight of the night flowed in from the sky, illuminating the dark sea and sky.

Illuminating the steel monster that was breaking through the waves.

The legendary warship Nomadic Mountain burst into a cry, and in the sharp whistle, the melody of the Thunder Chapter was once again set off.

On the deck, Ye Qingxuan raised his hand, echoing the power of the ether net.

Endless ether gathered, and in the terrifying waves that shook the world, he once again grasped the lightning spear that came out of nothing and threw it forward.

Gungnir roared.

Under the push of the World Tree, it roared towards the dark sea ahead.

The waves rolled, and everything was penetrated.

The lightning shot up into the sky and fell from the sky again, exuding a tyrannical breath. After tearing through layers of fog, it undisguisedly attacked the city that once held all the glory of mankind.

Destruction is coming!

So, after layers of protection, the walls of the steel city were burned red.

Countless seawater was evaporated, rising into the sky, and turned into heavy rain.

Nomadic Mountain roared forward.

After the opening of the sea waves, the dragon roar burst out.

Dozens of huge shadows moved forward from the heavy rain, following Nomadic Mountain, towards the Holy City!

That was the first generation of the Royal Fleet shaped by the Golden Dragon's might, a legendary legion that once traversed the seven seas.

Through the flow of the etheric network, at this moment, tens of thousands of war musicians put their consciousness here, supporting this terrifying fleet, and through dozens of concertos, pushing these behemoths... to attack!

As the fleet moved forward, the chaotic sea in front seemed to be enraged, as if there was a substantial gray mist rising from the ocean, forming an illusory wall, erected layer by layer above the sea, keeping all outsiders out.

The heavy rain splashed and fell on the empty fog wall, then it broke and the water vapor rose.

The sky and the earth were filled with the roar of the sea.

Under the wash of the rain, the musicians on the deck were wearing heavy raincoats, like ghosts wandering on a ghost ship.

Someone came forward to report.

"Your Highness, we have arrived at the Holy City Sea!"

He raised his voice, trying to suppress the noisy noises: "The Holy City has activated the sea protection and issued a warning to us, requiring us to retreat thirty nautical miles, otherwise they will resort to force..."

"Don't pay attention."

The master holding the thunder light in his hand raised his face indifferently and stared at the city in the distance that showed its edges in the storm. His white hair danced in the strong wind, like burning silver flowing in the air, exuding blazing temperature.

"——Crash it over!"

At that moment, the Nomadic Mountain emitted a series of low and muffled sounds, and countless rivets popped out of the armor. As the outer armor broke away, the ferocious appearance hidden under the armor was revealed.

Sixteen giant synchronic instruments were activated at the same time, carving out a huge hole in the etheric sea, sucking in a massive amount of etheric fluid. The Nomadic Mountain merged with the royal fleet and entered the flagship position.

The golden chapter of victory begins!

The power of the dragon swept across like a waterfall, and the shadow of the golden dragon emerged from it, covering the entire fleet. It spread its wings and countless blade-like scales spread out, reflecting layers of iron light.

As the dragon wings unfolded, the speed of the entire fleet suddenly increased. The terrifying speed formed a huge ravine in the sea it passed. After a long time, the loud sound of sea water backfilling came from behind.

At that moment, the dragon's shadow collided with the mist, causing a landslide-like shock.

The phantom of the Holy Emblem fell apart.

The wall of fog was broken.

The rising tide began to collapse, and a huge gap emerged from it. Amidst the whining sounds of countless music theory, the dissipated ether rushed, forming a flying silver light in the air.

The sea protection laid by the Holy City was completely destroyed.

The royal fleet has broken into the hinterland of the Holy City waters!

It was at that moment that the sea area behind the fog wall was enraged - a mighty bell rang.

The sound of the bell seemed to be given substance, spreading from the center of the sea to all directions, forcibly smoothing out all ripples and currents wherever the sound wave passed.

It's like using a file to cut away the protruding wood stubble.

The sea area that was originally turbulent and undercurrent returned to deathly silence in an instant.

The first is that since the depths of the ocean, thousands of alchemical matrices engraved under the mud and gravel have lit up. When those glows light up, people will find that the entire seabed has been shoveled to the level at some point.

Smooth as a mirror.

The mud deposited on it was pushed away by the vibration, and then endless interference spread, forcibly processing the seawater in the entire sea area.

After the original 'liquidity' was removed, the 'rock' that replaced it was as hard as a rock.

In an instant, the entire fleet was 'bounced' by the ocean.

It looked like all the warships 'jumped' from the sea in a uniform manner, and then fell heavily on the rock-solid sea surface, as if they had hit iron, and matter collided with matter. , leaving deep scratches, countless sparks, and sharp sounds one after another.

stranded.

Fortunately, most warships are embodied by dragon power, otherwise tragic scars would appear under their own weight and gravity in an instant, right?

The Nomadic Mountain is even simpler.

Directly forcibly opened the fourth push.

It just stopped falling and was suspended sixty centimeters above the sea. Relying on the huge gravitational force emitted by its countless matrices and movements, it exerts pressure on the frozen sea surface below.

It was like a lead ball falling into a fishing net, forcing the originally flat sea surface to dent.

"That's it? Let me add some ingredients for you!"

Someone sneered disdainfully and stamped his foot on the deck.

collapse!

The gravitational force emitted by the Nomadic Mountain instantly increased hundreds of times, reaching the maximum load value that it could theoretically withstand.

That was Ye Qingxuan directly extracting the power of the Ethernet and forcing it down here.

The solidified sea surface was broken and sunken, directly forming huge potholes. The sea surface became as uneven as broken rocks and turned into ruins in an instant.

It was as if they had not expected that the originally impenetrable position would be defeated so easily, and it was not until now that the counterattack took place.

A large iron pillar rises from the deep sea toward the surface.

A total of 641 iron pillars stood on the sea in an instant, hundreds of meters above the horizon, each one as thick as several people could hug it.

But there is no alchemical matrix engraved on it.

It's like a pure decoration, without any offense, and even the material is just a high-strength alloy plated with a layer of lapis lazuli.

Such a weird man-made thing stands on the broken sea, exuding a cold atmosphere. At the very least... it doesn't look like the man-made landscape of a holy city.

At least no one has heard of such a tourist attraction of unknown significance.

Soon, the Holy City gave a detailed explanation.

——What exactly is this thing?

When the buzzing auditory hallucinations rippled through everyone's ears, and the pores stood up one by one in the free static electricity, there were still people who didn't know what was happening.

But everyone could see the chaotic lights wandering in the air.

Like fireflies in summer.

Drifting in the hurricane, flying chaotically, it was tiny and chaotic lightning. The lethality is negligible, but it is like the barking of a dog before an earthquake.

That's a sign of disaster to come.