Silent Crown Chapter 289: That’s it!

　　 Wan Lai is completely silent.

　　 Even the thick fog that was gradually dissipating solidified in place.

　　 From the depths of the fog, the musicians breathed for a long time. Before the iron gate, Jerome took the back wrapping and dismantled the layers, melting the paint covering the royal seal and the seal of the country, and untied it. Bondage.

　　 So, the rough black iron gun appeared from behind the linen, and the scarlet blood still remained on the iron gun with the pig iron pattern, which was shocking.

　　, along with the wave, he let out a roar like a dragon, cut through the fog, and pierced people's eyes.

　　"——The Gun of Saint George?"

　　 Charles took a breath, and felt worse and worse: "Isn't this stuff already lost?"

　　 As one of the few remaining artifacts in the world that is recognized as having the power of the'scepter', Anglu nominally possesses three items, namely: setting the Ding Dynasty line and proclaiming the kingship's'Sword in the Stone', thoroughly The "Spear of Saint George" that wiped out the dragon of natural disasters, and the worst and craziest means of deterrence, once activated, the "Holy Grail of Destruction" that burns the whole country and the enemy.

　　 Among these three deadly creatures, the existence of the ‘Holy Grail of Destruction’ is still a question. No one else in the world knows except for the verbal delivery of the emperor of Angelu before his death.

　　 The sword in the stone disappeared without a trace after the fall of King Arthur, claiming to be retained by the royal family, but no one knows if it still exists. St. George’s gun has appeared, but it is rumored that it was lost for some reason ten years ago...

　　 As a result, he now appeared so abruptly in front of Shire's eyes, and he immediately felt that the Three Views were a bit shocked.

　　 "This is the'spare' that the contemporary King of Blue copied after the loss of St. George's gun just in case." Jerome exhausted all his strength and squeezed the weapon in his hand with all his strength. Restrain the power that will burst out at any time.

　　 "I didn't expect that I would actually use it one day."

　　 Jerome's expression is firm: "I'm afraid, this is the worst method."

　　 "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

　　 Charles's complexion changed drastically, and he jumped up and grabbed his trousers: "Big brother, what do you want to do! Don't mess around, please someone tell me, what are we doing here..."

　　 "Don't you understand. Charles."

　　 Jerome looked back at him with a cold expression: "If necessary, we will isolate this area with a seal, and then use the power of the spear of St. George. Completely defeat the shadow of Avalon and exile the palace. Go to the deepest part of the etheric world..."

　　 "Where is this necessary?"

　　Charmont, "If you really do this, you will definitely be killed by the royal family? You will definitely die horribly, tragically, and horribly!"

　　 "Don't worry. I must have been exiled forever with the palace by then."

　　 "But I'm still alive!"

　　 Charles wanted to cry without tears, "I have an 80-year-old teacher, and I have a younger sister to raise, can't you let me go, eldest brother? Why don't you think about it for others! You Saying I even have a girlfriend, how could I be so unlucky!"

　　 He was about to forcibly squeeze out a bit of tears, crying hard, but the collar was suddenly lifted.

　　 "Listen well, Charles!"

　　 Jerome looked at him with solemn and solemn eyes, "Complaining can't solve any problems. You still have your own responsibility to complete!

　　 Even if we sacrifice all of our lives today, we must not allow those **** black musicians... to defile the remains of His Majesty Arthur! understand? "

　　"……"

　　 Charles was stunned: "Remains...remains?"

　　"Hundreds of years ago, your Majesty failed to ascend to the gods,'Heaven is coming' fell into the shadows, and mankind’s extreme western defense line was crumbling. Since then, the royal families of all dynasties have exhausted all means and sacrificed how many people to maintain. Live this fragile balance to maintain.

　　From now on, your majesty's throne and remnant body are already the core of the entire Anglo defense line, once it collapses. All the sacrifices made over the centuries were all in vain. "

　　 Jerome’s voice is like a piece of iron rubbing, with a decisive husky voice:

　　"——try all our strength, absolutely can't let that group of guys turn your majesty... into a natural disaster!"

　　 Boom!

　　 The sky trembled.

　　 The whole city trembled.

　　 Above the dark sky. A burning light spread, illuminating Charles' pale face.

　　 is in the distance, the white tower that leads straight to the starry sky shuddered, faltered, and was about to collapse. A dark whirlpool turned into the sun, slowly rising into the sky.

　　 announcing the coming of destruction.

　　The breath from the abyss descends from the sky like a tide...

　　 "It's a pity."

　　 Jerome lowered his eyes: "It seems that we have no time to hesitate."

　　 is in his hand. The dark sacred spear flees, causing the earth to emit a deep echo. It was as if the sleeping dragon under the nine places was awakening, roaring with rage.

　　 Around the palace, above dozens of nodes, Mary's guns wedged in the ground roared, making a sharp resonance. The electric light bursts, and the hot rays of light are connected to each other, turning into a huge alchemy matrix.

　　As Abraham said, Charles is a genius, and his talent in the way of musicians is unmatched. Intuition alone is enough to find all the best nodes.

　　 The four hundred Mary’s guns vibrated and resonated, and there was a burst of electric light between each other. Above each node, the royal musicians dressed in black bowed their heads, reciting the eulogy in the movement in unison.

　　"...It is me, I shall repent, with my bound hands and feet, in hell."

　　 They cut their wrists, blood flowed, and fell into the mud. The blood spread, flowing like a snake in the chanting melody, blending into the huge matrix.

　　Life is passing, passing with that rapidly growing power. The dedicated musicians chanted hoarsely: "My soul should be beaten and fettered, as you have suffered..."

　　 "The Passion".

　　 This is the chapter of martyrdom for the saints. They sacrifice their lives in exchange for the melody of miracles. Once activated, their lives will be buried in a dark world forever, regardless of success or failure.

　　The huge enchantment sprouted from the node, and in an instant it enveloped the entire palace, isolated from the inside and the outside.

　　 Right in front of the barrier, Jerome held St. George's spear silently, and the majesty that shocked everything appeared silently on the spear blade.

　　 Charles almost suffocated, he raised his hand and shouted hoarsely: "Hey, old man, don't be impulsive... wait a minute!"

　　" Gavin’s body has the resonance bell of the Royal Orchestra, enough to temporarily borrow the power of all the royal musicians except the shadow of Avalon, including the four masters other than me... If he also fails, then we will There is no choice."

　　 Jerome lowered his head, toward the palace gate that slowly opened in front, and behind the layers of shadows, the shadow above the Burning Throne: "Sorry, Your Majesty.

　　 If I were Angelo’s sinner, let me sink into **** with you forever. "

　　 He squeezed the spear and raised it with all his strength.

　　 Then, the magnificent movement burst out of thin air, in the void, countless souls praised in unison, as if divine power descended from the sky, running in water, earth, fire and wind, creating all things, and also completely destroying all of them.

　　 The core of the Shadow of Avalon is roaring and trembling.

　　Outside the kingdom of shadows, in the dark room, the masters of the Royal Orchestra closed their eyes and resonated with each other, continuously blessing Jerome's body with all their strength, so that he would not be affected by it. The flames of terror burned away in an instant.

　　 In that terrible power, Jerome's body was covered with sorrowful cracks, blood flowed out of it, and was immediately evaporated.

　　 Above his head, the etheric ring that resonated with the world appeared silently, shining brightly, and immediately trembled, stunned by the terrible force, and about to collapse.

　　"——May all the glory be attributed to Angelu, and may we be able to sleep forever under this glory."

　　 He snarled, clenched the spear, and stabbed it under his feet.

　　 The sky is falling apart.

　　 amidst the roar, a fiery light burst out from the front of the gun. Distorted ripples appeared around the huge enchantment covering the imperial palace.

　　The world in the shadow has been distorted and is about to be completely divided.

　　The vigorous power emerged from Jerome's body and merged into the holy spear, pushing the palace into the deepest part of the etheric realm, never above this world.

　　Charle's body was lifted up by the burst of force like falling leaves, flew in the air, and rolled over involuntarily. He turned his head hard and looked at Jerome's back.

　　 He was shrouded in frantic flames, holding the holy spear high. Before the Holy Lance, all the music theory in the Shadow of Avalon shattered and was about to collapse.

　　 can be at that moment.

　　 Everything is silent.

　　 The flames solidified in the air, the air wave stopped in place, the cracks stopped spreading, and the roar stopped abruptly. Everything stopped abruptly in this sudden silence.

　　 It’s like time has stopped.

　　Ke Charles stared at the gravel hovering in front of him~IndoMTL.com~, but could only feel a panic of fear from the heart—at that moment, everything stopped in the shadow of Avalon.

　　 was forcibly nailed in place, unable to move.

　　Even the magnificent sea of ​​ether is frozen and frozen under this terrible majesty-this is the ultimate way of change, far beyond all the horrible power of human imagination.

　　 is in the dark vortex above everyone's head, and at some point, a palm has been slowly stretched out.

　　 It fell to the void.

　　 So everything came to an abrupt end.

　　 "It's over!"

　　 "It's over!"

　　 "It's over!"

　　The black musicians enthusiastically praised, cheered, and danced, offering blood and bones, water and soil, and the soul and life they hunted for it.

　　 Decades of Zhou’s conspiracy has consumed countless wealth and accumulation, and Mapas’ decisive sacrifice in exchange for the coming of ‘power’.

　　 That is the terrible shadow cast from the etheric realm, from the incarnation in the ‘Abyss’.

　　 The source of all evil, the Lord of Darkness, the Mother of Chaos, the King of Destruction and Slaughter... The **** who wears the source of all darkness in this world-natural disasters. One with a hundred eyes!

　　The incarnation of god, has come.

　　 Then, the world in the shadow played a wild song of destruction. (To be continued.)