Silent Crown Chapter 184: The Thames Gate
"Butcher?"
He couldn't help but want to laugh: "He once had an upset with me, are you sure he won't kill me first?"
Ghost smiled too. Geeli Literature Network
"Mr. Holmes, killer, there are two types.
A kind of murderer like me, for his own purpose or to achieve a certain goal, that's why he takes his life.
But there is another kind of person who is the real ‘killer’. "
He said: "For a real killer, the most important thing is not'killing' or'purpose', but collecting money for work, and the employer is first.
This is professional ethics.
If you have money, you can buy your life. If you don't have money, you wouldn't even move a finger even if your father died in front of your eyes. Butcher is such a person.
We have already contacted him and booked him all the time for the next month. For the sake of the order draft, you will definitely cooperate happily. "
"I hope so."
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The next day, in the afternoon.
Xiacheng District, in the warehouse near the abandoned wharf, dozens of burly Asgardians gathered here.
Under the command of a middle-aged man, the servants moved in continuously the wooden boxes on the carriage. There were heavy wooden boxes half a person tall scattered on the ground, seventeen boxes in full.
Every time a box is moved in, the brawny men waiting in the warehouse breathe hard, and their eyes almost shine.
The man with the monocle confirmed the order again, then nodded and waved to the servants to leave.
Soon, as the door closed, only the dim sunlight from the broken dome remained in the warehouse.
Beside the wooden box, the excited little dog "Warner" came up and took his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Hall."
Hall smiled reservedly. Without a trace, he pulled back the palm of his hand and handed a crowbar: "The presents of the parliament are here, Mr. Warner may wish to check it out."
"No more."
Warner waved his hand. Rejected the crowbar, just clenched his fists. Suddenly hit the corner of the wooden box. The fist covered with calluses was like a hammer, directly smashing a corner of it.
Werner used both hands together and couldn't wait to tore open the wooden box. The sun fell in the wooden box, and the cold light was reflected by the layers of heavy weapons sleeping between the straw and the moisture-proof cloth.
Werner grinned and drew an epee from it, looking at the prismatic square crystal pattern of the sword against the sun, and stretched out his hand to his side.
His subordinates understand. He pulled out the dagger from his waist and slashed towards the blade!
After a scream, there was a clear metal tremor.
With a cry, the half-broken dagger fell to the ground, and the subordinates stared at the trembling epee in Werner's hand.
There are no cracks on the blade.
Hall looked at their stupefaction and laughed: "The superior steel forging method, the alloy formula secreted by the Vumaya people, was forged by the Royal No. 3 Smelter.
Their internal code name is ‘Dragon Scale’, when they appear. The military officer must sample one handle per box. If the armor is not broken, the entire box must be rebuilt.
A box of twenty handles. There are two hundred handles here, enough for you, well-trained ex-soldiers, to kill the group of chihuahuas under the shaman without leaving them! "
He held the crowbar in his hand and pried open the remaining six boxes, facing the hot eyes of the Asgardians, he lifted the linen cloth on them:
"There are also twelve standard military crossbows. Each crossbow is allocated fifty rounds of armor-piercing triangular arrows, enough for you to have a grand banquet."
Werner looked at the crossbow bolt, his eyes red. But after swallowing and spitting, he became greedy again:
"The number of crossbow arrows is too small."
"Standard military crossbows and longbows are not the same. Under high-strength operation, the standard number of uses of a string is exactly 50 times.
As a former soldier. You must know Mr. Werner too? After a regular war is fought, it may not be possible to shoot fifty times. Where is there not enough? "
"Hey."
Warner smiled, and did not speak.
He waved the epee in his hand. The epee that was one head higher than him was swung like a straw in his hand, leaving a deep crack on the wall with ease.
Finally, Werner shouted angrily, raised the epee high, and slammed down.
After a crisp sound, the epee plunged into the stone slab under the foot, piercing the foundation below, until the end handle.
Weapons are more powerful for soldiers than any woman. Especially this kind of superb quality, a sharp blade that cuts iron like mud, it is more satisfying than the evil ghost in the beauty of the peerless beauty.
Werner ignored his shining subordinates, squinted at Hall, and sighed meaningfully: "They are all good things, do you feel relieved to give them to me?"
"For Asgardians, aren't weapons like utensils?"
Hall answered the question: "Such a grand dinner party, for so many years, but only once. The council has prepared the dinner plates and knives and forks for you. How much you can eat depends on your ability." /
As soon as the words fell, the group of Asgardians stroking the blade laughed and laughed.
"Of course."
The scar on Werner's face was red as if bleeding was bleeding, full of excitement and greed: "——Asgardians, eternal hunger, never satisfied!"
Seeing their excitement, Hall's eyes flashed with disdain, but with an enthusiastic smile on his face, he led Warner to the last box.
"Those are things for your subordinates, gifts for you, here."
That box is different from the other wooden boxes. It is made of iron and has no seams. If it hadn't had a keyhole, Werner would almost think it was a large solid iron ingot.
And as the iron box opened, his breathing stopped.
In the iron box, there is a clear liquid as clear as clear water, but it exudes a hint of pungent breath. But compared with the behemoth soaked in the liquid, this pungent gas has become dispensable.
In the clear oily liquid, there is a huddled ‘iron giant’ asleep.
It was a armor that could cover the whole body, but it was more special and hideous than ordinary armor.
The steel armor with sharp edges and corners is more than two meters high, and it looks as clean as new in the liquid maintenance. Just like when it left the factory, it was vaguely visible that there were still sword marks on the battlefield.
Just behind it, where there should have been a pair of huge wings. At the moment, there are only two huge slot interfaces.
But even without wings, that ‘giant’ is still frightening.
It is soaked in clean oil. But it makes people feel that it is just asleep, even heavy breathing will wake it up from the frantic dream.
Then, let's kill!
"This is..."
Warner stretched out his trembling palm and stroked its metal shell:
"——Archangel armor?"
Behind Warner, Hall laughed.
"Yes."
Since a hundred years ago, the alchemists of the Royal Academy used the "Holy Armor" left by the Knights of the Round Table as a model to imitate the first generation of "Archangel Armor. Gabriel", it has been used as a mass production type Weapons of war. It has become a terrifying passage on the battlefield.
When the Royal Knights equipped with Archangel armor enter the battlefield, it will always bring death and nightmares.
Thirty years ago, in the Hundred Years' War between Anglo and the Burgundian kingdom surrounding the ruins, six archangel armors were ordered to guard the "Voodoo Crypt". Their enemy was the elite Royal Gold of Burgundy. Flesh Legion.
The six archangel armors defended for four days and nights, and the Gorse Legion organized sixteen attacks, leaving sixteen layers of corpses on the ground.
It wasn't until the last time the Guards came from Burgundy's capital "City of Light" that they seized the ruins.
At that time, Anglo's support army had reached a hundred miles away, if one more archangel armor. Then the outcome of the war will be completely different.
"How? Mr. Warner, are you satisfied with this gift?"
Hall smiled and asked: "Although it is only an old model of the first generation, and it does not have the assistance of the'wing system'. However, in order to reasonably'wear out' it, the council has been quite distracted. "
Werner stared at the archangel armor in ecstasy, his eyes constantly changing.
Until the end, he finally calmed down, closed the iron box, took a deep breath, and exhaled the hot breath in his chest:
"Please tell the council, I am very satisfied with this gift."
He lowered his head, in the darkness where the sun could not find. With a smirk:
"I will use it to take off the shaman's head."
Hall laughed and put on his top hat. Nodding goodbye, turned and left.
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For Avalon. Today is destined to be a busy day.
There are hurried figures running on the street, and horse-drawn carriages running up and down the road, conveying orders and lists.
Those who receive the order will kill, and those on the list will be killed.
In the warehouse in the dock area, in the secret room of Ganlu City, in the gorgeous and cold villa...
There are strong servants carrying heavy wooden boxes, sending them to the last stop before the battlefield, and distributing those ‘men’s toys’ to men who have nothing but their lives.
The whole city is filled with a dangerous atmosphere, that kind of breath permeates the stench of the sewers, drifting in the wind, with a breath of blood.
The night is gradually coming, and it is getting darker.
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"Is Bai Xi asleep?"
"You accompany her to go shopping for a day today. After you came back, you started yawning. I guess you went to bed early? She is exhausted."
"Probably have a good dream, right?"
Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, said goodbye to Charles, put on his deerstalker hat, and opened the door.
"Hey, leaves!"
Charle stopped him behind his back.
"Huh?" The boy turned his head.
He shook the crystal ball in his hand and said with a serious face: "There is a mysterious force that tells me that it is not suitable to go out tonight.
Or, another day? "
"Brother, when did you learn the divination of witches?"
"Teach me without a teacher." Charles looked serious.
"Senior brother, your research has never been reliable. You are immersed in the technology of bombing schools every day, and you have no teacher to understand things. The credibility is doubtful."
Looking at Charles's complex expression, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile, and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'll be back immediately. If...it goes well, I probably won't have to go out at night."
Charl stared at the young man's back, and then threw away the crystal ball in his hand. Lie down on the sofa, staring at the sky outside the window.
The sky is pitch black and there are no stars. The lead-black sky is like an iron plate.
But in Shire's eyes, the entire cloud layer seemed to be burning in a blazing fire. A layer of reddish red appeared, and the red flames lingered in the entire city. When it fell on the ground, it seemed to be burning, smearing the entire world into the color of fire.
"Is there really something wrong with this world?"
He closed his eyes, stopped listening to the vague roar and whine from the wind, and muttered softly: "...Even Avalon has become this ghost."
"***."
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Late Night Avalon
The sky was obscured by black clouds, and the moonlight and stars were covered by that layer of lead black. The sound of the sea tide came from a distance.
The huge city built on the mountain was immersed in darkness, and the sharp black shadow seemed to pierce the clouds and extend into the sky.
A sharp blade that pierces the sky like a sharp blade.
At the bottom of the city, under the towering cliffs, there are no more buildings here, only the silent undulation of the tide and the roar of the current.
Under the opened black iron gate, a turbid current swept into the sea, splashing foul-smelling water. Splashes of water flew and landed on the heavy rusty gate.
The huge iron gate also vibrated slightly, making a lingering sound.
'The Gate of Thames'.
This is the bottom of the entire city. The entrance of the'Thames'.
The intricate sewers under Avalon converge here, and all the things hidden under the entire city are here, as the turbid water turns into a river and rushes into the sea.
The pungent breath and the stench permeated together.
Just beside the river, on an eroded rock, sits an old man.
Like a homeless tramp, killing the long nights boredly.
Beside him, the ghost hand stepped in the mud, tilted his head and lit his pipe. He took a deep breath and exhaled a curl of smoke.
A silent silence. Only the vaguely humming ballads in the shaman's throat, hoarse and far away. It's like a traveling traveler remembering his hometown.
So, the singing voice was lonely and hoarse.
In the long long night, the bell of midnight suddenly came from the top of the mountain.
The roaring bells faintly spread, and right beside them, the iron gate roared and trembled. Behind the iron gate, countless gears, winches and iron chains turned.
The first channel is opened, the second channel is opened, and the third channel is opened...The time for discharge is up, and the Thames river becomes more turbulent.
The faint sound of the tide came from the darkness behind the iron gate, like a copper kettle boiling, tumbling blisters appeared, and the stench surging in the squally wind.
Boom!
In the towering city, in the darkness of the lower city, there was a sudden roar. A ray of fire came on.
In the darkness, that blazing light emerged from nothing and burned presumptuously, like a candle in this dark world.
The candlelight illuminates the sound of fighting, and there is a faint roar and roar. The ruined building wailed in the flames, collapsed, and was torch.
This is just the beginning.
Followed by the second, third, fourth...the huge lower city is constantly lit by flames, and it is the furious thugs who set fire to it.
There was a hoarse roar in the sea breeze, and the grinning sound of swords rubbing.
The silent city was broken by the noise. In the light of candles, the turmoil and noise spread at an incredible speed.
Countless buildings were lit, whether it was low sheds, dilapidated buildings, or gorgeous Ganluyuan, they were all lit by fire at this moment.
The mobs accompanied by swords took to the street, in groups, smashed the enemy's chassis, looted money, and then burned wherever they went.
The war that has been suppressed behind the scenes has finally reached its peak, breaking through the darkness and cover, and unfolding in every place in the Lower City.
The burning light illuminates the dark city, illuminating this city of sharp blades in flames.
It's like turning it into a sword of flame.
Behind the towering city walls, the nearby Midtown and the high uptown seemed to be still asleep, just opened an eye coldly from their sleep, and looked at the fight of this group of beggars indifferently. kill.
The fire light illuminates the shaman's gray hair.
"How many years have there been such a big move?"
He raised his eyes and murmured softly: "The counterattack of the parliament is really terrible, it's like burning the entire city."
"They want the fish to die and the net is broken."
The ghost hands frowned slightly: "Otherwise, if this continues, we will completely cleanse their power in the Xiacheng District.
This time, if you don't die, they probably won't let it go. "
"Then come and kill me, my head is here."
The shaman laughed, took the iron jug from his arms, unscrewed the lid, and drank the cold spirits. The spirits flowed into his throat like a burning blade, as if igniting his soul.
"Ghosts, where are my knights?"
"In those flames."
"Are they fighting?"
"Yes."
"Are they dying?"
"Yes."
"They died because of me."
The shaman drank the spirits in the pot and threw it into the turbid stream: "Let me watch them die."
He stretched out his hand, took the heavy wooden drum from the hand of the ghost hand, and stroked the skin of the drumhead.
On the old wooden drum, there are scorched traces and cracks. You can vaguely see the fuzzy patterns remaining on it, but those patterns can't be seen clearly, as if they have grown old with the owner.
Like a wizard walking from the dark world, the shaman sat cross-legged on the reef, holding a wooden drum in his arms, looking up at the burning fire, the wooden drum was struck.
The sound of the drums is long and vague, like a vague heartbeat from the underworld.
This old man seems to be immersed in drunkenness, beating the wooden drum, immersed in the chaotic beat, singing hoarsely:
"In the turbulent sound, in the loud sound, in the breath that blows everything! Drowning——**——fainting——Going to a worry-free world!"
Boom!
The turbid current is surging!
After the Thames Gate suddenly shook, the brewing turbid current swept across and rushed into the sea along the river **. The darkness hidden under Avalon was also swept up, spouting out the gate in the stench, and making ripples in the ocean tide.
The sluice finally opened, and the turbid currents in the nineteen passages gathered in one place, leaning wantonly.
The stream of water carries the burnt smell of flames, as well as the remains of ashes. Something faintly emerged in the faint, pungent stream of water.
The violent wind swept through the black clouds and tore a gap, so the cold moonlight fell from the sky, illuminating the faces in the current, and layers of bones.
Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? !
A steady stream of debris flows out of the darkness and into the ocean.
This is clearly a...a river of bones!
In the roaring turbid current, the broken corpses rolled, bare bones, rotting internal organs, and staring eyes.
Those dense corpses gathered from all directions~IndoMTL.com~ were thrown down from every sewer entrance, rolled in the turbid current, brewed in Avalon’s belly, and finally washed away with the current, Flowing out from the Thames Gate!
The Thames is the most diligent bone picker. It collects the corpses broken in the fight, like a treasure. Appreciating their desperate eyes, inhaling the last trace of heat on the corpse, then abandoning them without nostalgia.
Just beside the rushing river bank, the shaman looked down at the pair of dim eyes and sang the funeral memorial song hoarsely.
"We will die, and we will never be separated. Forever, forever, infinity, no awakening, no fear..."
The broken voice melted into the darkness, spreading in the stench and residual despair, leading those resentful souls to the dark world.
The bones floated into the sea. (To be continued) WWW.GEILIWX.COM Happy reading every day