Crown of Silence

Chapter 814 Trial (4)

"Father, long time no see."

Amid the fighting and roaring of the battle formation, blood and broken iron flew into the air.

In an instant, everything seemed to be gone.

Only the knight standing in front of Ye Qingxuan was left. He took off the cumbersome laurel crown and helmet on his head, revealing his mottled white hair and a face as strong as iron.

There is no melancholy or weakness.

"Yeah, long time no see."

Ben stared at him, looking at the child he raised: "I remember that you were a child who pursued the right thing. Are you going to do the wrong thing now?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and laughed: "Probably?"

Finally decided on this answer.

The old priest nodded and seemed to leave, leaving only the old knight who was as resolute as iron standing in front of him with cold eyes.

"Then be more careful."

Ben bent down, lowered his body, put the heavy sword on his arm, and pointed the chipped and scratched blade at the face of the young man in the past.

"-Don't expect me to be as soft-hearted as Abraham."

Preparation for killing.

This is the first step of hard work.

The killing blow begins now.

A biting chill suddenly spread from his body. In an instant, all the Witch Hammers on the battlefield turned around suddenly. They were shocked by the terrifying will that was so heavy that it was hard to breathe. They rushed back to help regardless of their own safety. In front of Ye Qingxuan, he wanted to block the blade.

However, they were entangled by the Templars and found it difficult to return to their aid.

Watson narrowed his eyes, a hint of cruelty and gloom flashed in his pupils, but Ye Qingxuan held his shoulders down, preventing him from taking action. He turned around in surprise and saw Ye Qingxuan waving his hand, interrupting the music of the purification musicians.

Then, he drew his sword and walked towards the knight in front.

One on one.

He challenged the Legion Commander of the Knights Templar and the Laurel Knight of the Holy City with his meager sword skills.

Ridiculous enough to make you laugh.

But when this person was Ye Qingxuan, no one could laugh.

He might win.

When such thoughts appeared in other people's minds, they saw Ye Qingxuan put the sword in his hand on the ground, and walked towards the enemy in front with empty hands.

As if seeking death.

"Actually, I have thought about this situation before I came here. The Holy City can implant control into the teacher and force him to kill Ciel. There is no reason for me to be noble here, right?"

He stared at the old man in front of him, looking at the strange wrinkles on his face, and his eyes softened: "I'm actually a little scared. Father, you are the person I admire. If, Father, you become my enemy , I will definitely be scared to death.

But later, I figured it out.

If the priest becomes my enemy, then he must think I am doing something wrong. "

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward step by step, spread out his hands, and walked towards Ben calmly without any defense or resistance: "You are the only one in this world who makes me doubt myself. You saved me back then, taught me, and made me what I am today. Own.

So, Father, if you think I have become the wrong person, then come and kill me.

It's up to you to destroy the last evil in the world, Father, and I won't resist. "

He stared at the face of his enemy, looking at the man's aging eyes that were no longer the same as before, and moved forward, step by step, to welcome his own death.

Until a trace of sadness flashed in the enemy's eyes.

"You have always been the child who made me confused, little Ye Zi."

Ben closed his eyes:

"Always."

This is the final sigh.

At that moment, the iron will lit up from the aging eyes, seizing the soul, tearing apart all the weakness and reluctance, and an almost inhuman murderous intention burst out from it.

Steel roared.

The blade screamed, cutting the air.

The iron light moves forward, straight.

Everything seemed to become ethereal under the slash of the sword, like a dreamy bubble.

After a long period of time, it once again brought the coldest wind and snow that winter.

The priest in black moved forward in the illusory blizzard, tearing through the cold wind, shattering the phantom of the young man in the past, and then turned into burning light, speeding towards the present.

At this moment, human will reveals a power so terrifying that it distorts the world.

It seems as if he wants to kill the past with one sword, burning all memories and grievances, leaving no room for anything, and no one can stop him!

The magnificent war seemed to have lost its meaning before that sword.

At that moment, everything froze. Only one step taken by Ben shook the earth and all nations, broke through the iron earth, made the clouds turbulent and the sky trembled.

The curved time ended in an instant and then surged forward again.

One step later, Ben was already standing behind Ye Qingxuan, lowered his head, and put the sword blade into its sheath. The friction between the sword and the sheath erupted with a crisp low sound.

He lowered his head, sighed heavily, and closed his eyes.

The iron fortitude is broken.

Fatigue is showing.

Only now did blood flow out of Ye Qingxuan's wound.

The crimson dripped from the side of his face, falling on the pure white skirt, blending into the ashes and dust, leaching out a little scarlet.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand in confusion, touched his right cheek, and felt the scar across the side of his face. The scar was closing rapidly, but it was difficult to remove it.

This is the mark left by that sword.

It seemed as if he could cut off time, but he didn't take his life, only leaving a warning scar.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Thank you, Father."

Behind him, Bane sat down on the steps tiredly.

It was as if the aging moment he had been waiting for for decades had arrived, drowning him and taking away all his strength. He lowered his head and recalled the appearance of the boy in the snow that year.

So many years have passed, but the memory is so clear.

The child was so embarrassed, walking alone in the snow, as if he was abandoned by the whole world, but when he talked about his ideals, his eyes sparkled.

"...Xiao Ye, did your wish come true?"

"Sorry, Father." Ye Qingxuan replied softly, "I have forgotten that kind of thing a long time ago."

Bane was stunned for a long time, and his expression became bitter:

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's right."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and walked forward.

Leaving Bane sitting tiredly in the ruins with his eyes closed.

The torrent of steel roared past him.

Just like the old times.

——

Amid the fighting and turmoil, Ye Qingxuan stepped onto the steps step by step and pushed open the door of the Pope's Palace.

Amid the vigilance of countless Templars, he set foot on the road and walked towards the sanctuary in front of him, as if he was in an empty space.

And at that moment, the mighty bell rang from the top of the holy city.

The trial of the Son of God is about to begin.

This time, he was not late after all.

No matter what was waiting for him behind the door, he was ready.

He wanted to take Charles away from here.

No matter what the price, even if it meant being an enemy of the whole world, it would not hesitate!

At that moment, the last door slammed open in front of him.

Then, the sticky blood in the air rushed towards him.

The winding scarlet flowed out from behind the heavy door, spread under his feet, and flowed down the steps, crawling bit by bit, just like a dying life.

Everything seemed to be frozen.

Ye Qingxuan took a stiff step, stepped on the sticky blood under his feet, and walked into the sanctuary.

But there was no sound of breathing, only countless messy corpses lying on the seats.

They were all abandoned by the countries, diehards of the church, and the remaining blood warriors in the cardinals.

They were ready to be killed by the furious Ye Qingxuan, and here, they witnessed the judgment of the Son of God and Ye Qingxuan's end on behalf of the world.

But now, everything has not started yet, they are already dead.

In an instant, the blood was given life, breaking free from their bodies and oozing out of every pore, just like a silkworm pupa breaking free from its cocoon.

Endless blood gathered into a shallow river, flowing down from the high steps, and finally, winding towards the door.

Only a shriveled corpse was left on the seat, with traces of bulging blood vessels on the skin, still maintaining the painful posture of the moment of death.

The eyeballs could no longer be seen in the dry eye sockets, leaving only a heart-pounding emptiness.

And at the highest point opposite the gate, the place where he could overlook everything, Ye Qingxuan saw the last Red King.

The old pope wore his crown, holding the scepter that once represented the supreme authority, majestic and cold, looking down at the judge below.

Maintaining this posture, there was no more breath.

There was no need to deliberately investigate.

He was dead.

The filamentous strains of the Nibelung root could be vaguely seen extending from his mouth and nose, but those strains had all withered and no longer had any vitality.

From that human body to the deepest part of the holy city, there was a huge root system connected to countless brains...

Death came here.

In an instant, all life from the inside out was wiped out.

Only an empty shell was left.

The great chill engulfed Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan froze in place, staring blankly at the center of the sanctuary, the prisoner surrounded by blood on the judgment seat, the deformed and hunched back.

He lowered his head, as if tears were falling from his cheeks into the blood under his feet.

The sound of water drops echoed in the silence.

"...Charles?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at his back, unbelievable: "Is it you?"

He wanted to move forward, but his steps stopped abruptly in the pool of blood. From that embarrassed back, he felt some indescribable breath.

It was not hideous, nor gloomy, but it made people feel so far away.

As if it was difficult to reach in a lifetime.

"I seem to have had a long dream..."

He heard Charles' voice, sharp and hoarse, as if the broken vocal cords were spasming in pain, wailing, and bursting out human tones.

"I can't remember what I dreamed about, but I can't help but feel sad."

"Later, I finally remembered it."

While whispering, he turned his head.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan saw the deformed body of Charles's twitching body under his prison uniform, and the side face covered with tears.

"Teacher is dead..."

He covered his face, choked, and cried silently.

Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips, stepped forward, and wanted to hug him, but it was difficult to cross this short distance. The blood separated him from the outside, stubbornly refusing him to come forward, turning this short distance into a chasm.

He was stunned.

He stared at the figure in a daze, as if... he finally understood something.

Ye Qingxuan finally heard his last cry.

"- Later, Charles also died."

In the long silence, the natural disaster, the son of God, raised his eyes.

He looked down at the ugly world in front of him.

Looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, his eyes became clear.

"Xiao Ye, are you here to kill me too?"

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he retracted his gaze nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter."

He said, "Anything is fine."

Just like that, in the sound of broken joints, he supported his hunched voice and let the deformed bones break. On the body that was barely covered with a layer of skin, muscles and internal organs surged, and the broken bones were mended again, returning to where they should be.

Scars peeled off, and the withered long hair broke and grew again.

The loose skin broke and grew again. The iron nails and shackles wedged into the skull fell off.

Everything that had been twisted and growing was back on track.

After shedding the ugly shell of a mortal, the perfect person who seemed to gather all the glory in the world appeared again, but he was completely different from the past.

On the empty and chaotic ground, the abyss was dark, and the spirit of God was running in the blood.

He finally descended on this world.

Just like that, he took a step, brushed past Ye Qingxuan, and walked out of the sanctuary that looked like a tomb.

In front of him, on the burning square, the remaining blood suddenly rose, and a huge skeleton grew out of it, followed by strands of muscles, internal organs, nerves, and finally, black scales covered the behemoth.

The long-dead Dragon of the End opened his eyes, raised his fierce eyes, and howled to the sky.

Then, he bowed his head in front of his master tamely, allowing him to step on his head and climb onto his back. Then, amid countless terrified eyes, it spread its wings.

A shadow enveloped the earth.

"Char!"

Ye Qingxuan roared, calling out his former name.

The god-man on the dragon's back turned around and cast a lofty and calm glance.

"——I want to change all this, forever."

This was the final farewell.

Then, the Dragon of the End flapped its wings, raised a burning wind and a rain of fire, and flew into the sky.

Just like that, it gradually went away.

Disappeared.