Silent Crown Chapter 279: The Traitor’s Gate
Beneath the dark clouds, there was a crimson fire. ?`
Between the dark clouds, thunder and lightning dance wildly.
The endless ocean set off a frantic tide, and the messy vortex was born one after another, and then collided and disappeared in the next instant.
The roar of the sky and the earth.
"..."
A magnificent voice rang, shaking the world, but it was blurred.
On the silver-white throne, the shadow burned like a flame. The figure sitting on the throne bowed its head and looked down at the pure white city under his feet. The spreading shadow of the fire invaded the pure white city.
The city was falling apart, and the flames pulled the wreckage out of the material world with itself, and fell into the deepest part of the etheric sea.
The shadow of the giant got up from the throne and drew out the long sword from its sheath. The long sword shined all over the world, like a scorching sun falling into the world.
The long sword pointed to the sky, but the light on the blade was instantly extinguished. The blade fell apart and flew in all directions...
In the darkness, he roared and fell into the shadows.
Lost in the eternal darkness.
Isolate forever.
"It's a lonely ending."
The shaman opened his eyes and murmured softly.
In the silent dark room, there are only soft sounds from the alchemy equipment that sustains his life. The ghost hand who was dozing off in the corner opened his eyes and looked at him:
"What's wrong?"
"I had a dream, and the signs were not good." The shaman stretched out his hand and motioned to the ghost hand to lift him up.
The candlelight passed through the big hole in his chest and fell on the wall behind him, casting a hideous spot of light. The shadow of the mutilated heart beating can be seen faintly.
As he got up, his nose came out, looking down and out and miserable.
Ghost sighed, took out a handkerchief and wiped it off for him.
"What's the date today?" the shaman asked.
"Sixteen.??`"
"Oh."
The shaman nodded, "That's today, right? The stars tell me that this day the blue moon wakes up from the white moon, and the stars will stop moving.
After the power of the Shadow of Avalon enters the low tide period, the power in Elizabeth Tower will also be weakened to its limit.
If the guys in the House want to do something, they will definitely choose today. "
Ghost nodded. "Mr. Holmes took away the things you prepared for him, and it's already out. He visited you before he left. You were sleeping, so he didn't wake you up."
"Did he say something?"
"Nothing. Just let me remind you to follow the agreement."
"..."
A trace of guilt flashed in the shaman's eyes, he closed his pupils, and opened them slowly after a long time. The twilight light has disappeared without a trace.
His eyes became firm again, like a rust-off sword blade, with a faint glimmer of glory like the sun.
"Keep at the door."
He said, "Don't let anyone in."
Ghost nodded, turned and left.
The dark room returned to silence, and the residual candle jumped and finally went out. In the dim darkness, the pair of eyes with faint flames slowly closed.
Darkness swallows everything.
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"To the end, to the end."
The same late night. Falling into the dark city of the Demon Territory, Nabelis rang the bell in his hand: "The great is the greatest, the holy **** is the most powerful, the dark princes are the most powerful! The practitioners come!"
Behind him, several Cthulhu devotees in red sacrificial attire praised the gods in unison and sang poems. In the hoarse poem like a nightmare, the conch in Nabelis's hand suddenly collapsed and fell apart.
The blood-colored conch shattered and turned into a scarlet halo. In the halo, the great demon of the eagle's body was called from the void, spread the wings that shielded the moonlight, and groaned above the darkness!
That is the great demon under the command of natural disasters. w?ww.`One of the six incarnations of the nest mother.
——Mappas!
He looked down at the city that had fallen into the shadows, and his face showed a strong dissatisfaction: "Such pure power, but tainted by such dirty resentment... The scepter is dusted, so funny, so ridiculous... "
Layers upon layers of wings emerged from behind him, and a vague face appeared on each of them. Thousands of faces spoke at the same time, but they made the same voice along with Mapas.
"The king sleeping in the shadows, the moment of anger is over!"
Mapas held up the crystal eyeball in his hand, echoing the white tower that rose up like a phantom: "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
Suddenly, in the deepest part of the city, the huge white tower resembling a phantom roared.
Under the swing of the machine pivot, the lever is running, the gears are spinning, the huge bronze bell trembles, and there is a roar of response. In the solemn and terrifying roar, the knot of the shadow of Avalon is enveloped. The world trembled.
Wherever the bell goes, everything is dark and frantically surging, and frantic shadows rise to the sky.
With the spread of the eagle's wings, countless feathers fell one after another, falling into the shadows, drawing strength, and being given a shape, turning into thousands of black eagles, sweeping like a tide.
The sleeping city of demons has awakened. The demons who had been sealed in various places and sleeping in the darkness were inspired by natural disasters. They awakened one after another, drenched in cocoons and shells, and bathed in the cold moonlight. Howl screaming.
The dead city started to revolve in an instant, and Xiacheng, Midtown, Shangcheng...with the Elizabeth Tower as the axis, they started to spin.
In the loud noise of the sky and the earth, the white pagoda condensed into substance like a phantom, and the road hidden in the layers of mist finally appeared.
——The door of the traitor, open!
"Go! My servant."
Mapas overlooked the black musicians on the ground, and declared in a solemn voice: "As far as the eye can see, devote all the water and soil to the **** of hundred eyes!"
"It's all! It's all!"
The black musicians chanted in unison and embarked on the road to the White Pagoda.
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At the other end of the city, in the midst of the sky and the earth, the **** vortex opened silently.
The figures in black cloaks walked out of it, and the wind lifted their cloaks and hunted. Above the cloak, the silver-white emblem of the "Red Dragon and Sword" seemed to come alive, whistling silently.
The Royal Orchestra!
Leading Jerome leaned towards the whirlpool behind him, "Your Royal Highness Princess Youlao."
On the other side of the whirlpool, the weak girl nodded slightly, "In the name of your majesty, please do all you can to prevent the glory of Angelu from becoming dusty."
"We will do our best."
Jerome watched the girl's figure dissipate in the whirlpool, turned around and stared at the royal musicians behind him: "From now on, we will enter a state of war.
There will be no support or logistics here, and your names will not appear on any list of killed. If we fail, you will only die here in obscurity.
I believe you have already made this determination.
——May all glory be attributed to Angelu! "
"All glory belongs to Angelu!"
The royal musicians responded in unison, and their etheric fluctuations were intertwined.
"Very good." Jerome nodded with satisfaction, "Are there any questions?"
"Sir, I have a question..."
In the queue, a young man raised his hand tremblingly.
Jerome frowned, "You said."
"I'm innocent, sir! Since it's the task of a royal musician, why should I be a technician?" Amidst the crowd, Charles was crying, "Can you let me go back. I'm just here to provide technical guidance? ……"
Jerome frowned, "Your task is technical guidance, yes. But Newton didn't tell you, is it going with the team?"
Charle was stunned, his face pale, and then he screamed to the sky, "Yes! Newton's bastard! You can't do this to me! I want to see that bastard! I bleed for the institute, I Serve Anglo! I want to see that old bastard..."
Jerome frowned, fingers clenched, Shire's voice stopped abruptly, and his mouth was sealed. Holding the two musicians around him innocently as if they were saying something, but they didn't make a sound.
I can only see grief and grievances, sitting on the ground imperceptibly, but the imperial musicians on both sides stand up abruptly, with a look that life is better than death.
"Okay, no one should have a problem now."
Jerome turned around and said coldly: "Get out!"
Target, the door of the traitor!
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"Finally here."
Under the white tower, the young man wearing a top hat looked up at the huge arch in front of him, but above the huge and gloomy arch, there were corpses that had long been turned into bones.
"——The door of traitors."
He whispered softly.
Green Tower, Cross Street, and Traitor’s Gate, these are the three major execution sites of Avalon. Gritta imprisoned musicians and felons. Every year, musicians who committed serious crimes were thrown into the "Silver Cellar" and turned into nothingness in the ether of riots.
Jiangjiejie is the execution ground, where people who are tried and guilty are guillotined, their heads are cut off, and blood pools into a river. And this huge arch in front of... is the patent of the nobles.
The traitor will be hanged under this door!
The blood-colored handwriting is the tragic handwriting left by the executioners~IndoMTL.com~ Since the founding of the country, countless nobles who committed treason have been hanged here in a decent way wearing their costumes and accessories. .
Hundreds of years have passed. The Chinese clothes have been turned into ashes, and the decorations no longer shine. Only the bones are hanging on the lock, swaying in the wind, like a wind chime, and sings like a gloomy song.
In the singing, the teenager walked into it like a phantom and stepped on the stairs leading to the White Tower.
The huge white pagoda pierced into the black cloud and stood on the steps. As the city has just been violently moving, it has emerged from the illusion and turned into reality.
The twelve roads converge at its feet. There are twelve heavy iron gates. Above the iron gates, there are no hinges for opening. Even the cracks in the gates do not exist, as if they were cast from a solid core.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, reached out and knocked. The etheric fluctuations and the fine beats faintly coming from the door... The iron door and the entire white pagoda are all fused together. It might be difficult to forcibly break open. It is much higher than the front side brazed Avalon Great Enchantment.
"Don't you give people a way in?" (www..)