Silent Crown Chapter 343: A good start

He was stunned, staring blankly at the gate of the Hades in front of him-it seems that after hundreds of years, without the maintenance and regular maintenance of future generations, the music theory matrix inside it has collapsed into itself. A mass of paste. With a slight interference from external forces, it quickly collapsed.

The speed is incredibly fast.

As the gates of the underworld collapsed, the screams of cracking one after another, the mud puppet army in the violent attack stiffened in place, and then quickly melted and collapsed, returning to the silt again, and disappeared.

"This is the end?"

"We won!"

"After all, they are outdated puppets. Although there are many routines, they are too rigid. Once the rules are figured out, there is no threat. No matter how many numbers, they are not a threat."

"Is the underground palace open?"

For an instant, everyone heard disturbing voices, eagerly leaning to the door, eagerly waiting for exploration.

"Wait first! Don't worry."

Ye Qingxuan stopped in front of them, still feeling something is wrong: "Don't you think something is wrong?"

In the hustle and bustle, some people looked serious and thoughtful, but some others disagreed. They just thought that Ye Qingxuan was alarmist and questioned them.

Ye Qingxuan was speechless about this: He couldn't understand: What went wrong. Even ‘what’s wrong’ is just an inexplicable feeling.

Soon, the door roared and slowly opened.

Dust fell rustling, falling on his hair, awakening him from contemplation.

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, turned his head back in surprise, frowning:

"Who opened it?"

No one responded.

In front of the door, Colt and Torre also looked at him in astonishment. The three of them looked at each other and suddenly understood something. Their faces changed drastically and turned pale.

No one is here to open the door.

In other words... the door was pushed open from the inside!

"——Tidi Luce."

It's behind the door. Someone sang hoarsely in the darkness of substance.

The rancid miasma haze spread, and a tall, dry figure staggered forward. With chains on his ankles, the sound was harsh when dragging on the ground.

The chain, which seemed to be burnt to crimson, was rubbing against the ground, and sparks burst out.

"——Titilous!"

The suffering and painful voice sang hoarsely: "You lie down under the canopy created by the luxuriant branches of the beech tree. Use your slender flute to try out the clear song of the mountain forest."

In the darkness, the rickety figure slowly straightened up, the sound of joints rubbing like broken wood, full of pain. Just stepped into the hall outside the door, the fire shining brightly, revealing his own face.

Under his feet, the chains of pain are still singing loudly:

"Look at me—"

It sang: "Look at me! You are about to leave this beautiful homeland and live in exile, but you are still sitting in the shade!"

The swaying dim fire light illuminates its face, and it makes the whole body cold.

It was a bone that had long since dried up.

It came from the darkness, passed through the door of the Hades, and set foot in this majestic palace. He wore a pure white robe on the dry body. Although the silver tattoo on it had been broken and rotten, it still carried a strange solemnity.

Even if he was still shackled on his feet, he became a prisoner.

Until now, everyone has seen that there is nothing on his neck. The beheaded head was being held in his right hand.

Someone poured molten gold into his mouth. He changed his face completely unrecognizable, ugly and hideous, but his lips were still open and closed, chewing on the blackened gold. Sing hoarsely "Pastoral".

In his left hand, he held the sacred and solemn scepter.

The scepter suddenly fell on the ground and made a sonorous sound, like a flogging on everyone's heart.

From the moment he stepped out of the gate of the underworld, there was a great storm in the etheric sea, shaking with his hoarse singing.

Until now. Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized why the gate of the underworld collapsed so easily—because the source of the power of the gate of the underworld has all been connected to this skeleton!

Through the silent eyes, he could see that countless golden rays of light extending from the entire underground palace were wrapped around the bones--that was the music theory that should have been wrapped around the gates of the underworld--at this moment, It is the core of the entire matrix, the master of the gate of Hades!

Furthermore, even if there is no external power blessing, this ghost is enough to make your heart palpitations.

That is a complete...

"The remains of the saint!"

Someone finally recognized his origin, screamed, and staggered back: "That group of lunatics! The group of Romulus actually... actually made the remains of the saint into... such a ghost!"

Just before the gate, the body of the centuries-old saint dragged his shackles and stepped forward slowly.

In its hands, the head that sang pastoral songs seemed to evoke a sneer.

In the pupils of his eyes, there is blazing anger.

It opened its mouth and roared silently.

The scepter fell suddenly.

-collapse!

So, the roar of the mountain and the ground cracked, and the call came.

Like a waterfall falling from the sky, endless mud roars.

In the boiling sound of the mud pool, countless burly mud puppet warriors walked out of it again.

The hundreds of mud puppet warriors holding square shields and spears, as if marching from the underworld, at this moment, in the hall, they are half kneeling on the ground, towards the one who walked out of the underworld.' The prisoner lowered his head and offered the purest respect.

Welcome to their leader-back again!

"Leader...that's how it is!"

Ye Qingxuan is ruined by thunder, and the chaotic thoughts suddenly open: until now, he finally understands what's wrong.

In those Romulus phalanxes, spear throwers, javelins, warriors equipped with square shields and short swords... and even tanks! But only one thing is missing.

For a long time, they have relied on established procedures and models to drive out foreign invaders, but there is no leader, a commander to dominate them.

And how much combat power can an uncommanded army exert?

Now, Ye Qingxuan finally understands why it is so easy to crack the gate of the underworld.

This is probably a part of the design of the Romulus people who died long ago! When the core of the gate of the underworld judges that the pure defense is no longer able to resist the invader, the change of music theory will interrupt the defense, and all the power will be guided and injected into the remains of the saint behind the gate of the underworld.

Immediately afterwards, when the intruder thought he had broken the prohibition, he was ecstatic. The remains of the saints will come out of the gates of the underworld, leading the endless Romulus phalanx to blast all incoming enemies to the scum!

It's all routines! This full of scheming is so vicious to the bones!

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his scalp was numb: The group of Romulus dead ghosts back then was really exhausted in order not to be digging their graves after death.

——Just now, what should I do?

Those who can be called saints are undoubtedly the unparalleled powerhouses in the world. Calling the wind and calling the rain in the physical realm, it also has its own realm in the etheric realm.

Although the power in the material world has dissipated with the fall of the saints, there is no doubt that the scepter still remains in the etheric world.

In other words, the corpse in front of you is at least the master of the scepter! And with the alchemy matrix spreading throughout the underground palace-the gate of the underworld continuously blessed, it can be said to be inexhaustible.

In Ye Qingxuan's eyes, that skeleton is simply a huge vortex. In addition to the dazzling light in the skull on the right hand and the scorching sun, there are countless music principles on the'scepter' on the left hand. Entangled.

——The chapter of fate!

That is a unique movement written by all hearts, souls and wills before the saints fall!

Just in full view, the saint's body straightened up and slowly raised the cracked scepter. As a result, the mighty horn sounded from the void, and the sacred realm was about to descend here.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan's walking stick suddenly fell to the ground, and the Nine Heavens Ring Pei burst into a cold and sharp scream.

In the rucksack, dozens of silver nails were shot out, and countless chains were intertwined out of thin air, turning into a net to tighten, tightly locking the saint's body in place.

With the flick of his fingers, cracks broke out on the chain, and Ye Qingxuan only felt that the ground he was bound to was not a dead thing, but an active volcano. Only the power of the counter-shock made his eyes dark, and blood oozes from the corners of his mouth.

In the next instant, the silver nail that pierced the saint's body silently turned into dust, and the chains fell apart.

What Ye Qingxuan wants to restrain is not a single body. What he is fighting against is a miraculous power that descends from the etheric realm and is called by the chapter of fate.

It's like confronting the entire shadow of Avalon head-on...

It's almost like a man's arm as a car.

Absurd and ridiculous.

At this moment, everyone finally realized what the enemy they were facing was.

No need to hesitate.

No need to shout.

No communication is required.

At that moment, everyone awakened the instrument~IndoMTL.com~ and released their strongest destructive movement toward that skeleton!

If you are still stupid and let this ghost fully unfold the scepter, then the next step will be a one-sided killing...Thinking about it with your toes and thumbs can make up hundreds of horrible deaths!

For a musician of Tier 3 and Tier 4, wanting to fight against a saint in the realm of a saint is like a chicken on a chopping board against a butcher in despair and futility.

That is a qualitative crush.

No matter how fast the chicken paws are swung, it is hard to match the broken chopper.

So, if you want to struggle to find a way to survive, you have to be put on the chopping board!

In an instant, frantic movements continued to sound, and those fierce melodies collided, resonating with the etheric sea, evolving into a fiery light of destruction.

Earth fire spurts, thunder is shining...

In the roar, I don't know how many hot streamers fell from the sky, completely covering the remains of that strange saint. (To be continued.)