Silent Crown Chapter 266: The most dangerous place is definitely not the safest place


How far can    escape?

  Of course you can escape as far as you can!

   After escaping from the interference area of ​​Nabelis, Ye Qingxuan's heart has returned to normal, no longer beating like crazy, but the condition is still not much better. 【】

   can be said to be terrible.

  There is a very popular movement among the black musicians called Demon Whispers. It can vibrate the ether and release a terrifying sound that humans can't hear. In that sound, the capillaries under the skin of all living things burst. The internal organs will also be disturbed by sound waves, running chaotically, and in the end, the inside explodes, and the whole person's appearance swells into a giant due to the burst of blood vessels, but the inside has rotted into a mass of paste.

  Nabelis's trick is not inferior to its effect, and even more targeted than that-it acts directly on the heart sound, does not reach the resonance level, and even has no way to resist.

   I am afraid I have internal bleeding now.

   Except for the stimulants and hemostatic drugs that strengthen physical strength, he poured the healing potions given by Laura for free, as if drinking water.

  The side effect of a large number of medicines is confusion. He is completely drunk now, unable to maintain the reason he is proud of.

   Actually, his ability to escape has nothing to do with his own sanity.

  , on the contrary, it was the coat that he had ignored for a long time, the dungeon gentleman, which had become useless recently. This piece of equipment carefully crafted by the Shire is not alchemical equipment, and even the quality can only be said to be average, which can only provide defense for key parts.

   But its essence is Shire's masterpiece in mechanical dynamics, a close-fitting simplified metal bone-iron bone. After integrating the chain saw monk's technology, it can provide Ye Qingxuan with dozens of times more power assistance than ordinary people, and make up for his fatal physical deficiency.

   was also here, saving his life.

  He has no strength, but fortunately, Naberiz's heart sound interference does not work for steel. With the help of the'iron bones', he had difficulty crawling out of the range of upper heart sound interference.

  Don’t look at the **** brothers who are usually unreliable, they can really save lives when it’s critical...

   Ye Qingxuan has never thanked Charles from the heart. In his heart, Charles had become a little angel with a halo on his head and two chicken wings stuck in his back.

   Little Angel Charles... Hey, thinking about it this way, it's kind of sensational.

  Thinking is slow and erratic. It is difficult to concentrate, which is also one of the side effects. Ye Qingxuan feels like he has knocked a'mandala', and various illusions have begun to appear in his mind uncontrollably. 【】

   In the thick fog, he staggered on the street. Relying on all the geographical wisdom to avoid the monsters wandering on the streets, instinctively want to find a safe place.

   Along the way, danger is everywhere, and every step is frightening. Passed by the trembling breath several times. He hid in the darkness, not daring to see what monster was wandering the street.

   I don’t know how long it took before his footsteps finally stopped.

  Until now, he realized that he had seen a ghost in the shadow of Avalon and ran to the riverbank area of ​​Midtown, where he subconsciously felt the safest place.

  ——The Royal Academy of Music.

  -

  "Just, what the **** is this place?"

   in the thick mist. The young man raised his head and looked at the huge and indistinct building in front of him. The building was hidden in the mist with a hideous shadow, like a crouching behemoth.

   The door has been pushed open by some force, and there seems to have been a battle around, and the corpses of demons are everywhere. Among them, there are many monsters that Ye Qingxuan was shocked after seeing.

   a line of **** footprints walked into the place that should be the academy...

   As for the place that was supposed to be the Royal Conservatory of Music, behind the high wall, only layers of torture frames rose up like a forest and stretched to the sky.

   in the bleak mist. It is like a gloomy ghost, fettering the soul.

   If Ye Qingxuan didn't guess wrong, what he saw was not the Royal Conservatory, but hundreds of years ago. In the time of King Arthur, the place where the Royal Academy of Music was not yet established.

   But no one has ever said what exactly was here before.

   Ye Qingxuan knows now.

  ——This is clearly a prison!

  In the bleak and thick fog, the darkness gradually dimmed.

   In the silence, Ye Qingxuan walked into the door and saw the gloomy buildings sleeping in thick fog. There are also dried blood on the ground, wreckage discarded after torture, weeds everywhere and scenes of desolation.

   The guards in uniforms are already dead, turned into a pile of dead bones, lying on the ground, the long swords on their waists are covered with patina, like distorted dead snakes.

   Not long ago, this was a den of demons.

   is not anymore...

   Because they are now dead to death, scattered all over the place, blood covering every inch of the ground and walls.

   is like a tragic fight...

   What the **** is this again?

   Ye Qingxuan's heart was completely cold, and he couldn't help but want to sigh up to the sky: What is this? Just out of the tiger's den, and into the wolf's den?

  Although I know my luck has always been bad, it's so bad...I'm afraid it's unprecedented, right?

   His heart twitched suddenly, and the pain spread. Turning his head in amazement, he heard the footsteps approaching in the distance.

   The damned black musician has caught up again...

  What method did you use this time? Since he can plant hints in his heart unconsciously, he may not be unable to leave traces of recourse.

   came across this kind of old monster who had been stuck at the resonance level for sixty years and had accumulated so much that it was unreasonable. It was Ye Qingxuan's boasting that he had a lot of tactics, and his wisdom was outstanding, and suddenly he felt helplessly at a loss.

   There is no time to hesitate.

   He gritted his teeth and rushed into the ruins.

  Since he ran away and died, and staying in place is also dead, why not choose a slower method of death?

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  In the shrill voice, the old door suddenly opened, and dust flew up and sprinkled on the white hair of the young man. Ye Qingxuan tried his best to close the iron door, leaned against the door wearily, and looked up at the empty hall.

   Under the dimly weird lights, there are wreckage everywhere.

   is half dust and half blood.

   is half of the decadent scene after thousands of years of dilapidation, and half is the blood spilled by the fight of demons.

   The bones of the prison guards who have long been dead are still sitting in their original positions, and the withered corpses are sitting upright, and you can vaguely see the solemnity and dignity of the past.

   The wreckage and blood of the demons spilled on their bodies, and this layer of majesty was covered with blood, which was extremely hideous.

   On those withered faces, pitch-black eyes seemed to stare at the sudden young man.

   Like the next moment, he will stand up and draw his sword.

   "What's wrong? Are you planning to have a Christmas party?"

   Ye Qingxuan and their big eyes stared at their small eyes: "Would you like to add me? I still have a few new cards from Avalon to play."

   No one responded.

   Those corpses that had died a long time ago were of course impossible to refute him, they just maintained their original posture.

   just touched it, and it broke to the ground.

   Ye Qingxuan watched this scene, his tight body relaxed slightly, and couldn't help smiling bitterly: What was he thinking about? Is it really a mess?

  Will the dead thing be resurrected to kill oneself?

  If this is the case, he shouldn’t be afraid, he should be ecstatic.

  The resurrection of the dead is a miracle that the Chanting School has pursued for thousands of years. It is second only to the great proposition of the "little man in a bottle" of the change school.

   He shook his head, expelled the absurd idea, seized the time, followed the tragic breath left by the Ripper, and quietly followed.

   Along the way, there are desolate scenes everywhere, and there is no anger at all. This prison that should have become an academy ~IndoMTL.com~ is only a mess.

   He looked around the decadent scene, but he couldn't help but worry more and more: If this is a prison... Then what is it that is locked here?

  Thousands of years later, are those...the ghosts that were held here, are they still alive?

   With strong guard, Ye Qingxuan pushed open the door to the underground.

   The dust rustled down, passed through his suddenly thinned figure, and landed on the ground.

   He raised the lamp carefully, illuminating the darkness. In the darkness, the dungeon was silent, with only the sound of dripping water.

  He stepped on the stairs into the darkness.

   At the door, the withered corpse of the prison guard rolled off the steps, his head bounced on the stone slab, and finally shattered into three pieces. On the face, the two empty eyeholes rolled, following the fragments of bones into the darkness of the cage.

   Everything is silent again.

   In the cages on both sides, there is still no sound—except for the dusty shackles and the decayed bed, there is nothing there.

   For some reason, Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief. But as the darkness oozes out, there is suddenly a faint laughter.

   laughter...

   The laughter came from the cage beside him.

   Ye Qingxuan turned around suddenly.

   Then I saw myself. (To be continued.)


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