Silent Crown Chapter 356: Hell Twilight

　　In the hidden temple, he bent down and looked at the object less than half a person tall in front of him.

　　 It is obviously not something that originally existed here, but was brought into it by a later generation.

　　 That copper cauldron-like creation looks like a budding lotus, with fine details and rigorous production, with no gaps in the body. Ye Qingxuan carefully put on a mask and gloves for herself, opened its outer cover, and counted the large and small grooves in it:

　　"Allocation pool, fusion pool, cultivation pool..."

　　 is in many grooves, mold has grown due to long time being left unattended, and the sink is already muddy, exuding a foul smell, the internal precision lines have been blocked, and the patina spread.

　　 This cultivating kettle, which cost more than ten thousand gold, has been completely destroyed due to negligence in maintenance.

　　 This is a special alchemy equipment. For ordinary musicians, this kind of thing is useless, neither can it be used as a weapon, and it is even more impossible to play a movement.

　　 It is an auxiliary device specially made for some chanters.

The main use of 　　 is...

　　——Cultivate the virus!

　　 Ye Qingxuan held out his last hope, stretched out his hand, and shoveled a residual white spot from the bottom of the culture tank: In the observation of the silent eye, the white spot was enlarged thousands of times in a flash.

　　 can already be seen faintly, countless dead viruses have been dissolved, but there is still a little bit of vitality in the ‘survivor’ activities.

　　 Ye Qingxuan’s level of a layman can’t understand what they are, and the Eye of Silence is not a professional analysis device. It is impossible to determine what kind of principle the virus was produced by and what effect it can achieve.

　　 He only needs to know one thing.

　　 The virus found in this cultivation cauldron is exactly the same as the virus he saw in the church!

　　When he confirmed this matter. A heart completely sank to the bottom.

　　 A few years ago, the weird flu virus that broke out overnight and infected the entire Auschwitz was out of this culture tank.

　　 and at the same time. There are still traces of the arrival of the King of Yellow at the scene.

　　 What's more, everyone in the world knows... The King of Yellow is the only talented musician for hundreds of years. In addition to the excellent attainments in alchemy, the chanting faction can be said to have reached an unprecedented height.

　　 Now you say, this plague was not made by the King of Yellow.

　　Who believes?

　　 Ye Qingxuan believes anyway.

　　——I dare not believe it.

　　If King Huang did this, then he should think about it carefully, what does the holy city mean...

　　Because of the demon blood, the Romulus people have been driven to the desolate land of Auschwitz, but in the eyes of the nations, they are still not hesitating to use this method to get rid of the malignant tumor...

　　 Caligula once showed him the scales on his legs. Tell him: "We have already paid too much for this sin of birth." Ye Qingxuan didn't understand what he meant at the time, but now that he wants to come, he probably already vaguely knew what.

　　If all of this comes from the holy city’s instigation, then...

　　 "You are so powerful, why don't you go to heaven?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan sighed softly. After a moment of contemplation, he drew out his cane and tapped it on the cultivation cauldron.

　　In the blazing electric light, the culture kettle melted and twisted rapidly, and finally turned into a pool of hot iron juice that was indistinguishable from the original shape.

　　, the inscription that is like the eye of silence is right.

　　——Sometimes. Knowing the truth is not an easy task.

　　The secret here, he has determined to completely rot in his stomach.

　　 The relationship is too big to be said. You can't even let others find that you have entered here. Otherwise, if the wind leaks out, he doesn't want to be inexplicably "end of life".

　　 There are so many assassins raised in various countries that are not for dry food.

　　 Besides, there is a nightmare cloud above the heads of all musicians—the silent mechanism.

　　 The only thing he can do is to leave here immediately after going out and find an excuse to take Elder Caligula and Elsa to another place. He believed that with the capabilities of the fifth sector, there should be no problem with hiding two people.

　　 Before leaving, he glanced at the idol one last time. The idol seemed to be looking down at him, half of his face hidden in the darkness. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, seemingly mocking.

　　 soon. He retracted his gaze and closed the door. After extinguishing the sacred fire, looking back, there was no trace.

　　 And just as he carefully eliminated his remaining clues, he suddenly felt a crash on his head and the dust fell. The top dome burst into huge gaps.

　　 "Earthquake?"

　　 He muttered to himself subconsciously, but immediately he felt the blood in his chest flow like boiling violently, and the moonlight flashed, almost irrepressible.

　　 because of the overwhelming atmosphere of the abyss...

　　 "Black Musician!"

　　 He was stunned, staring blankly at the silent eyes. In the induction of the blood of heaven and human, the huge ether with the theory of abyssal music appeared continuously and flickering, and soon, near or far, the black sensed There are close to a hundred musicians!

　　 and just above the sky, there is also a large twisting wave that can be faintly sensed in the underground palace across the rock layer...

　　 He ran out of the underground palace.

　　 Just below the mine, a scorched body fell from the sky, and a hot rain of blood splashed.

　　 He raised his head, and through the piercing crack, he saw the dark sky burned red by flames, bright as day.

　　 is like the dusk in hell.

　　 Before he could hesitate, he quickly crawled out of the mine, and just as he poked his head out, he saw chaos and hacks.

　　 Surrounded by a group of monsters, Torre killed all the way, and the monsters in front of him fell apart.

　　 Seeing Ye Qingxuan, his eyes lit up.

　　"Ye Qingxuan, you see Casper..."

Before the voice of 　　 fell, there were several cold rays rushing over his face.

　　 The silver nails rubbed in the air to crimson, poured straight into his throat, and then the horn roared, and the flames erupted, burning him into a ball of coke from the inside out.

　　 Ye Qingxuan waved his hand expressionlessly and recalled his silver nails.

　　 "Play illusion in front of me, who are you lying to."

　　 The body fell to the ground.

　　 That thing has no face, its face is blank. As the vitality passed away, it quickly became rigid, and the soft scales that changed colors quickly became rigid and withered.

　　 to the end. There was only a piece of scorched black to see the original ashes.

　　"——faceless actress."

　　 Ye Qingxuan bent over and picked from the ashes. I found the remaining half of the bone fragment, but the bone fragment on the head looked like a fake face with a ridiculous smile.

　　 This is the offspring cultivated by the dark princes with the power of the earth mother. Unlike the cannon fodder of the lost, the faceless actor is the best assassin.

　　As long as you have seen one side from a distance, you can imitate it without leaving ten, and you can't distinguish it in a hurry, and this kind of ghost is proficient in the ‘mimetics’ of the illusion school. Almost all movements can be imitated, except that the power is greatly reduced, and there are almost no other flaws.

　　Don't even talk about playing as a musician. There are even faceless actresses playing as a pillow. No one has noticed it for five or six consecutive years.

　　 It's a pity, no matter how you change, you are still a monster in your bones. A distance of dozens of steps aroused the induction of moonlight. In a rush, it didn't guard against Ye Qingxuan's sudden release of his hand, and immediately released the "Night of the Barren Mountain" stored in the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant, and greeted it with the firepower of the torture frame. Killing with one blow did not cause trouble.

　　 Otherwise, if you delay, the ghost knows what else this guy has to do.

　　This kind of disguise naturally does not hinder oneself. But...what about others?

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked around, and Auschwitz was almost red in the eyes of the silent eye. It's like coming to another world in an instant, falling into the lair of the black musician.

　　 "There will be nothing wrong with other people, right?"

　　-

　　 "Garbage!"

　　 Surrounded by a group of demons, Glenn snorted coldly, his iron armor burned to crimson, with dazzling light, and as the movement played, dazzling flames spewed out from the soil under his feet one after another. One by one swallowed the monsters that came up.

　　 Under the terrifying firepower comparable to a crematorium, the monsters that rushed up instantly turned to ashes. It's a pity that those ghosts are like bugs. Climbing out from behind the crypts and walls continuously, there is no way to kill them anyway.

　　 One died, and ten more popped up. After devouring the ashes of his companion, the body quickly swelled and became more and more ferocious. Those things rushed forward, neighing and enclosing him.

　　 "Glen! Don't delay!"

　　 Not far away, Torre led Casper to kill and opened a path, looking back at him: "Go first, meet the others..."

　　 "No matter how much this kind of trash, what's the problem?"

　　 Glenn grabbed a demon casually, closed his iron fist, and abruptly turned the struggling demon into ashes in his hand, laughing wildly and drew a long sword from his waist.

　　Musicians rarely have sabers, because for musicians, ordinary weapons can’t be compared to the movement~IndoMTL.com~ However, the musicians of the Gülen line have found a different way, combining swordplay and movement together. Sword and armor, it looks like he doesn't want a musician, but like a samurai. In battle, he is also desperate like a samurai.

　　As the long sword was drawn, the flames all over the place suddenly suffocated. The frantic wind pressure wrapped around the blade, almost forming a substance, and a layer of vague whiteness could be seen faintly.

Where 　　 the long sword passes, there is an invisible wind pressure that cuts the earth apart, and a splash of blood.

　　 Glenn leaped into the demons, and those who blocked them were invincible. The long sword in his hand is vertical and horizontal, stirring up a scarlet. In an instant, the demons were completely swept away.

　　Among the corpses everywhere, Glenn sneered, put his sword into its sheath, and looked back at Torre:

　　 "Look, this group..."

　　 Before the words fell, the flesh and blood all over the area suddenly rushed to him as if he was alive. Before he could prevent him, Gu Lan was swallowed by flesh and blood. Those flesh and blood instantly turned into rotten patterns, like countless corpses stitched together by clumsy methods, even the stitches were sparkling with bones, and they looked miserable.

　　 sutured the giant corpse and roared, the huge ‘head’ twisted and stared at where Torre was.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a crimson fire light lit up from his belly, stitching the giant corpse into a scream, and the flame-ridden Glenn came out of his belly.

　　 Only now, his iron armor has been completely corroded and softened by the terrible acid, and even his skin is almost gone, leaving only a sorrowful blood color. (To be continued.)