Silent Crown Chapter 174: Demons
The sound of the wall collapsing came from afar.
In the darkness, the top vault was trembling, and the dim candlelight flickered with the faint turbulence, and the dust fell down and fell on the face, causing a faint tingling pain.
In the enclosed sanctuary, the frightened crowd let out a suppressed scream.
The sharp neighing sound faintly sounded, and through the thick soil, I could feel them getting closer and closer, wandering over the ruins of the small town.
They are here.
In the silence, even the wheezing became harsh and horrified. The refugees held their breath, only the sound of the top of their heads collapsing continuously.
The whole town was covered by this sudden disaster.
"God...'
Amidst suffocation, the priest prayed in despair.
The survivors huddled in the darkness and closed their eyes.
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This is the border of the human world, a light and dark place.
Tonight is destined to be the darkest time in the town, when death, disaster and turmoil have come here.
The demons and animal tides came without warning. The traps outside the town could not stop them, and the high walls and guards were as fragile as thin paper.
The alarm bell was rang. It was a blessing in misfortune. The alarm bell rang 17 times, awakening the sleeping townspeople. They opened their eyes and saw the burning town and the demons on the streets.
In the end, only a few dozen people had the opportunity to hide in the sanctuary of the church. Besides, the rest...all could only be reduced to food for demons.
"They are all over..."
Someone whispered.
The survivors sat on the ground reluctantly, looking at the fear in each other's eyes, suppressing their breathing.
Across the heavy iron gate, something approaching.
It was the sound of demons raging in the town, and they followed the smell of blood to prey on their prey. The roar of wild beasts and the screams of human beings came one after another.
"Mom, I am afraid."
In the darkness, there was a child's suppressed cry. He was immediately covered by his mother, and tears fell on his cheeks:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... the demons are gone. Don't be afraid."
Are they really gone?
Everyone had deep fear in their eyes, because the voice still lingered above their heads. Separated by heavy soil and layers of slate. The group of demons still wandered on the ground.
They have tasted the blood, but are still not satisfied, and there is a residual aura lingering on the ruins, making them greedily roaming about any living person's existence, even ‘digging the ground three feet’.
Boom!
The towering clock tower suddenly collapsed and hit the ground, causing roar and flying dust.
Deep underground, the crowd in the sanctuary screamed again. The crowd wavered. Someone was pushed to the ground, groaned, and curled up in pain, unable to stand up.
"You, are you okay?"
The flustered man was at a loss. The woman was stunned for a moment, and forced a pale smile, which had a certain magical power that fascinated the man.
"What are you looking at? Bitch!"
The bloated woman snorted coldly, pulled her man past her, and when she looked at her, she showed a look of disgust. Full of disgust.
It's like looking at something dirty.
The woman on the ground was stunned, as if realizing that she was not welcome, she curled up in the corner. He lowered his head deeply.
The fiery red hair dropped from the shoulders, like a dim flame, reflecting on the candlelight, revealing a strange beauty.
The men couldn't help but look over, even in such a dangerous time, they couldn't help being lustful and greedy in their eyes.
"She shouldn't be let in."
The bloated woman looked at her pitiful touch coldly, her expression full of jealousy: This **** is still showing off...
The red-haired woman heard her. Curled carefully in the corner, his pale face worked hard to squeeze a pleasing smile. There was a faint sound in the mouth.
"Woo...oooo..."
She is dumb.
The bloated woman was stunned for a moment, but when she saw her swollen lower abdomen. His expression became even more disgusting, and he cursed coldly:
"Bitch, son."
The red-haired woman was stunned for a moment, her pale expression dimmed, and her painful breathing was suppressed.
"Don't be afraid, kid."
The priest wrapped his rose rosary around her hand, looking compassionate: "God will protect you."
Her body trembled, lowered her head, and firmly grasped the rosary, as if God would really protect her.
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This woman came here last winter.
Not through caravans and post roads, she came from the direction of the dark world.
At noon that day, the hunter saw her in the mud. She was wearing a tattered white dress, walking barefoot in the mud, dying.
Everyone thinks that red hair is like embers of flames, and beautiful like a gift from the devil.
"She must be cursed." People who saw her couldn't help but think so.
No one knows how she got out of the unknown darkness. She is a dumb, unable to speak, cannot write, and no one writes here.
It can be seen that she has been wandering for a long time, and finally, she stayed here.
This small town ‘selfless’ accepted her-as long as she is willing to sell her own*, she can get a precious ration.
Isn't this normal? She has no money, no ability to make a living, and she has to pay something if she wants to live.
She would resist at first, but then she wouldn't.
Maybe it was a fate.
"She volunteered." Everyone said so.
Afterwards, her belly grew bigger day by day. No one knows whose child she is pregnant. All the men here have coveted her beauty, once fell in love with this sex, and have forgotten their sordid and bloated wife...
She is so beautiful.
The young priest looked at her profile quietly, swallowing in his throat, his eyes bound by the precepts couldn't help but eager, eager to try.
"Don't be afraid, God will bless you..."
He stretched out his hand, trying to stroke her cheek.
The roar stunned his Qi Nian.
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The big earthquake shook, and another wall was torn down and roared. The roar of the beast echoed in the darkness, and the screams faintly.
In the sanctuary. People's faces are pale.
These are hallucinations, right? Through the heavy iron gate, no sound can be transmitted in. But the voice sounded like this, because of fear. So it echoed in everyone's hearts.
Make them hold their breath.
The monster's voice seems to be approaching? They are attracted by something, are they attracted by the smell of fear behind the iron gate?
Or because of that painful whimper?
Because of the whine?
Everyone was stunned. Looking behind her, she saw the woman curled up on the ground, whimpering in pain.
She was pale, covering her mouth, suppressing the pain, but she couldn't suppress the voice of sex.
The scarlet color spread from her lower body, dyeing that shabby skirt red... it was **** water.
"She is going to give birth?"
They finally realized it.
Damn it, her fetal water broke when she fell. Now the baby is about to be born! It just so happened that at this moment, that damned child is about to be born!
The pain of tearing filled her body, and she was shaking, so hard to contain the urge to scream.
There were tears on his pale face.
The neigh of the demon gradually progressed.
"It's her voice..."
Someone murmured in fear.
"Hurry up." The bloated woman's face suddenly changed: "Stop screaming, do you want to kill us?!"
"Stop calling!"
"Should she be allowed to give birth here?"
"Strangle her to death..."
Someone whispered, "You can't let this **** harm us all."
In a flash, all the sounds disappeared.
People were stunned.
In the long silence, the crowd just stared at her, but the fear in his eyes was ignited and turned into a beast-like light.
Only. That's it... right?
Someone stepped forward subconsciously.
The red-haired woman was stunned. She saw the crowd approaching and her expression became fierce. Become vicious, become like something to do.
"Sorry."
The woman holding the child looked at her with empty eyes, pretending to be cruel: "My child is only two years old... I'm sorry, he can't die yet."
"Woo, woo..."
She finally understood what was going to happen. She screamed, shook her head vigorously, and moved backward little by little until the heavy gate behind her stopped.
There is no way to escape.
Those indifferent eyes fell on her. With a ferocious, whispered softly:
"We shouldn't let her in!"
"It's all your fault. I have to give birth to that child."
"Don't blame us, if that **** evil seed is not born..."
The red-haired woman shed tears. He strongly grabbed a man's trousers and knelt to pray, "Oh...ooh..."
"Don't, don't touch me."
The man seemed to have seen a ghost, he staggered back, and his eyes were terrified: "Bitch, do you want to kill me?!"
She was kicked down, the rose rosary in her hand broke, rolled over and fell at the priest's feet.
The priest looked at her fiery hair, his eyes moved, and then again.
He felt that he should do something to redeem this poor woman and represent God. But in those fierce sights, he couldn't move. He could no longer find those weak prayer lambs, the lambs were mad, more terrifying than wild beasts.
"Wait, wait a minute!"
He made a difficult sound, and then was frightened by the look that seemed like a nightmare.
"She will kill us all."
The woman holding the child looked at him coldly, her voice hoarse: "Can't you hear me? That group of monsters will be attracted by her!"
"There are other ways, I still have ways..."
He blocked them, his expression was pale and hesitant, and looked back at the desperate woman on the ground with a twitching expression:
"Don't be afraid, God will protect you."
He hesitated and took the holy emblem from his neck. The holy emblem lit up, illuminating his pale face and dark eyes.
"Just knock the child out, knock it out, you will be pure..."
The priest muttered to himself, looking at her, fascinated by the red hair.
She was stunned, and backed hard, fearing his approach.
"Don't be afraid, I will help you."
The priest squeezed out kindness in a twitching expression. Put the holy emblem in front of her: "Come, kiss it, and God will redeem you.
You will never suffer anymore. God will protect you. "
She shook her head vigorously, avoiding the holy emblem. The light of the holy emblem illuminates her tears and fear.
"What are you doing? I'm saving you..."
The priest's kind expression stiffened. Gradually it collapsed, becoming gloomy and terrifying. He suddenly squeezed the woman's chin and forced the holy emblem to her lips.
"Kiss it!"
Slap!
The holy emblem dropped his hand and rolled to the ground, the light extinguished in the rolling.
In the darkness, the priest was stunned. He stared at the woman in front of him blankly, looked at her hand, and felt the fiery pain on his cheek.
She. Hit yourself?
How dare she...
"There are so many men here, only I have never **** you! Only me! Only me who is really good to you!
But why don't you look at me...you, you bitch! "
The priest pinched her neck frantically, with a distorted expression: "I obviously want to save you! This is what you asked for...you asked for it!"
The woman choked, her throat made a vague ***, and she gradually stopped moving.
Her eyes went hollow, reflecting the priest's twisted expression.
Maybe it's fate, maybe...
"Dead?"
The priest staggered back, looking at his hands: she was dead... she was strangled to death by herself.
He turned his head, saw the sluggish crowd, saw their pupils. His face was pale.
"You killed her, why are you looking at me?! I, I didn't want to..." He whispered, incoherent: "I'm just for her good. I just want to save everyone! "
He told others so, and he told himself so, kneeling weakly on the ground, afraid to look at the woman lying in the corner, and the dim red hair, afraid.
In the silence, there is only silence.
The monster's voice disappeared, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
People looked at each other in surprise.
"Are they gone?"
"Saved." The woman holding the child made a surprised voice: "We are saved."
"We are still alive. Oh my God, we are still alive..."
"Hurrah! The demon finally left!"
The crowd cheered. Dancing with hands and feet, celebrating the past of this long dark night.
They forgot the red-haired woman on the ground behind them. And the blood flowing under her, the **** smell is strong.
They didn't see the iron gate behind them either. The heavy steel melted slowly like a candle.
After melting the crack, it was darkness with red pupils.
The going back and forth demons licked their lips, sniffed the breath of living creatures, and opened their mouths happily, as if laughing.
Celebrate with them.
Among the crowd, the child in his mother's arms turned his head, saw the hideous monsters, was stunned, screamed in fear, and howled.
The dim candlelight went out silently.
In the darkness, there were screams of despair and fear, as well as hearty chewing.
The sound of the holy emblem falling to the ground faintly sounded, and the torn throat wailed:
"God..."
It's pitch black here.
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In the darkness, the screams and wailing sounds gradually disappeared. The gluttonous feast is about to end.
But suddenly a stern roar came from the darkness outside the sanctuary.
Loud noise, roar, earth movement, shining, burning fire swept across, turning the earth into scorched earth. The ground cracked with tragic marks, and the ceiling of the sanctuary was shaking.
It's like a huge giant walking in the realm of the world, and the thunder is furious, and the destruction is brought down.
The destruction was grand. It set off air waves, lit fires, and scattered thunder, lightning and frost.
The loud noise gradually approached the sanctuary, and the burly figure tore through the iron gate and walked into the darkness.
He wore his upper body, a huge horse-head mask on his head, and layers of fine notes lit up on his huge body.
The blood gathered all over him, turned into a face, and sang crazy. In both hands, there were two burning bone saws, and the viscous blood of the demon was evaporated, snorting.
The demons neighed and roared frantically.
It's like seeing a real monster.
In the hoarse and roaring song, the huge monster waved the bone saw and set off a fight in the sanctuary.
Wherever they went, the demons broke into two pieces, shattered, shrivelled, and died completely.
Until the end, silence came again.
The flame of the bone saw went out.
The burly monster took off his mask and showed a tired face: "Sir, we are late."
Behind him, the thin middle-aged musician looked around, a fire light lit up the arm of the steel prosthetic arm, shining through the thick darkness.
The fire light illuminates his premature gray hair and dim eyes.
"Look again."
He whispered softly: "Look again, there must be someone else..."
The cry of the baby interrupted him.
He was stunned, and looked into the corner in astonishment.
In a pool of blood, the baby was crying hard, with a weak voice, and the cold was about to freeze his skin blue.
He was still wrapped with an umbilical cord, and he was hugged by his dying mother, lying on his red hair like embers of flames.
This is the cursed child. He was born from the slaughter of demons, in life and death and sin.
"Alive?"
The one-armed musician was overjoyed: "There are still people alive! Where is the doctor?! Where is the doctor? Hold on, ma'am, there will be a doctor soon..."
His voice stopped abruptly because of the sad and relieved look in the woman's eyes.
She lowered her head and kissed the baby's cheek. The fear and despair in her eyes were gone, as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world.
The baby opened his eyes, stared at her blankly, raised his palm, and stroked her cheek.
She laughed, humming the nursery rhymes softly, filled with relief and dismay.
Cold blood ran from under her skirt.
Heavy bleeding.
The maddened refugees did not kill her, nor did the raging demons destroy her, but now she is dying.
Good, misfortune and darkness are going to disappear. The suffering and torture of the long life are coming to an end, there is no salvation and pain waiting for her...
She exhausted all her strength, picked up the child, and handed him to the sluggish musician, her eyes solemnly pleading.
The cold steel arms awkwardly picked up the child, and the middle-aged musician took him carefully, stiffly and tenderly, as if he was holding the weight of the entire world.
Looking at the clumsy look of the musician, she couldn't help laughing, her expression full of relief and relief.
At last, she stretched out her hand and brushed her fingertips across the baby's cheek, slowly gesturing the last sign language~IndoMTL.com~ one word, one word.
She said, "Please tell him, I am very happy."
The musician froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.
So, she closed her eyes.
She is dead.
In the silence, only the baby touched her drooping cheeks, no longer feeling the temperature, and weeping, as if she had realized what she had lost.
For a long time, the musician picked up the baby, got up and left the huge tomb.
After two steps, he couldn't help but look back to see the dead woman.
She just curled up in the corner, her red hair as beautiful as flame embers. All the pain is far away from her, so lonely, and so peaceful.
The iron gate slowly fell, and the darkness swallowed her happy smile.
Everything is silent. (To be continued)