Silent Crown Chapter 363: The Teacher of Justice

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Since the position has been destroyed, I can only venture into the mine pit for the present, evading the search by relying on the complex passage of the underground mine, and following the clues Ye Qingxuan said, trying to find the secret room left by the King of Yellow.

This is the best solution for the present, and it is now close to success.

But the closer to success, the more humiliation Colt felt.

This was originally a method he dismissed, but now the reality proves that Ye Qingxuan is right, and that **** half-toned that even the Enlightenment School does not learn well is actually right!

So, who is wrong?

Colt's expression twitched.

That guy not only lowered everyone's morale by being alarmist, but also took the lead in fleeing at the beginning of the war, causing all the musicians to flee with them...

If they stayed and resisted, how could so many of them be almost wiped out by that **** black musician!

He lowered his head, his face pale in the shadows.

Since the Master Heisenberg returned from Anglo, he has swept away his past appreciation and admiration, becoming cold and distant. Even if I broke through the barriers of knowledge and vision, made various breakthroughs, and tried every means to prove my talents, there were only four words in exchange.

'There is no successor.'

"I really envy Abraham."

He still remembers that that day, Master Heisenberg whispered softly: "If I had such an heir, the school of secret guards would surely be carried forward?"

To carry forward...

From that day on, the secret guard’s tomorrow star has dimmed because of a cloud called ‘Ye Qingxuan’ shrouded in his head. No matter where he goes, these three words always follow behind him like a shadow, lingering in his ear like a nightmare.

Then, take everything he has!

"This is the smell of jealousy, do you smell it?"

Behind him, a vague face slowly stretched out in the shadows. Slowly and deeply inhaled in his ear, his eyes were fascinated: "This sweet and strong breath is like good wine...I haven't encountered it for many years."

Behind the sluggish Colt, Crowley walked out of the shadows. Pressing on his shoulders softly, with a soft and curious tone: "Young man, it is clear that you have never fallen, but why is the darkness in your heart as deep as the sea?"

"I..."

Colt stared at him blankly, but in his sleeve. But quietly stretched out his hands into his arms, clenched the handle of the knife, clenched tightly, and then clenched tightly until finally, unable to loosen it.

"What are you afraid of? Me? Or...something else?"

Crowley smiled meaningfully.

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on Colt's forehead, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "So that's it... Rock Iron Academy? Why bother to be a bunch of old immortal gatekeepers."

He paused and looked down at the astonished Colt:

"——I promise you five years later, the "chief" of the "praise of death"."

In silence. Colt seemed to have been pumped out of all his strength, slumped to the ground, sweating all over. He looked at Crowley, but there was no reflection in his eyes, only a deep darkness.

It's like finding your own essence from the darkness.

He lowered his head deeply.

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At that moment, Ye Qingxuan and Torrey, who were shocked by Long Wei, looked at each other.

Behind them, there was no sound anymore in the shattered position, and in the induction, there was only a dark shadow dancing and wriggling wildly. The shadow seemed to condense into a fuzzy human form, waving a thousand hands and moving a hundred feet. Wandering towards them.

——Can’t drag on any longer!

At that moment, Torre's finger flicked, pressing it in the void, and the void quaked.

On him. The gray robe covered with blood suddenly swelled, revealing a fiery light. In the light, blood and ashes were twisted, burned, and turned into flames.

Hoarse chants sounded from Torre's mouth. Guiding the ether to descend here. Thus, in the dark night sky, a star was shining and slowly rising.

——Indicating the coming of the sacred!

The weird young man suddenly raised his eyes, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes. The invisible dragon rolled in, tearing the air, like a white tornado sweeping towards Torre, wherever he passed, everything was rolled The iron and stones in it were all shattered.

And Torre closed his eyes and bowed his head, praying softly.

"Who can stand up when he comes? Who can stand when he appears? Because he is like the fire of the alchemist, the alkali of the bleacher..."

Amidst the sacred singing, the blazing light descended from the sky, shone through all the deep darkness, and landed on everyone. Ye Qingxuan was fine, but the weird young man was shocked and almost crushed to the ground.

Longwei, dissipate!

Because all the ethers have been forced signs, converging in that light. It is like the Chaoyue of the Cloud Tower awakened the power of the One One, incarnate the sole Lord of the ether, smashed all the noises, and extinguished the voice of the evil demon.

This is the "Messiah", a movement foretelling that God will descend on the earth and the kingdom of heaven!

This is the specialty of discipline musicians. In order to gain insight into the law and essence of the ether, the musicians created the discipline of discipline in the school of forbidden, so that they have a glimpse of the law of movement in the world, and naturally understood the method of restraint.

The same is true in the face of change, the same is true in the face of illusion, and the same is true in the face of Longwei.

But even a discipline musician, playing "Messiah" at the resonance level is too dangerous. Now just chanting the prologue, it made Torre's whole body burn, his skin cracked every inch, and two lines of miserable blood and tears were left in his eyes.

The light flashed suddenly, but it flickered again, like a candle in the wind, trembling to extinguish.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan didn't waste the precious opportunity that Torre had won for him. The Nine Heavens Ring in his hand suddenly unfolded, and the strings crisscrossed and played loudly.

——Xiaoyuan, start!

So, layers of thunder and lightning intertwined and shot, engraving a complex and huge movement in the void. The chapter of thunder light changed with the melody, and the image of a bright moon evolved in a flash, from Ye Qingxuan’s Rises behind.

The sound of the piano skipped the small and large prefaces, and leaped to the'right sound'. It still didn't stop, taking Han, whistling, dying, being angry, returning to the soul... until the'right sound' The eighteenth section.

——throw a sword!

""Moonlight" is a chapter of destiny that the teacher did not complete even if he stepped into the scepter. It included his effort. Although the section of "throwing the sword" sounds elegant and peerless, there must be something in the bones. Ten steps to kill the determination."

This is what Lola once said to Ye Qingxuan: "It must be like a white rainbow piercing the sun, like a comet hitting the moon, like a goshawk hitting the palace. All the killing intent in the teacher's heart back then is in this section."

So. The intent of the bright moon was suddenly covered with pitch black, it was a black cloud like an iron curtain, the black cloud waved, as if in a storm. Set off a frenzy.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Throw a sword!

The moonlight breaks through the clouds, like a sword slashing down!

The frost-like rays of light are vertical and horizontal, wherever it passes, everything is harmless, but the meaning is suddenly separated. All the atmosphere of tragic, horrible, desolate or decadent disappeared.

Only this fleeting moonlight sword is left.

Moonlight, coming through the sky!

At that moment, the boy's body shook, and he forcibly broke free from the light of Messiah, and Torre vomited blood and staggered back. And the young man who felt the crisis suddenly raised his head, the golden light in his pupils was flaming, and layers of scales suddenly grew on his limbs, his fingers were sharp, and he grabbed the cracked iron stone. Before the moonlight fell, he whizzed towards Ye Qingxuan.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and let out an angry roar.

"——Mordred, do you dare to disobey me!"

The voice is not like him at all, hoarse and low, as if it contains endless madness and anger-it is the echo that has lingered in the shadow of Avalon for hundreds of years, the roar of the mad king Arthur!

In the shadow of Avalon, that voice brought such a huge crisis and fright to Ye Qingxuan, because of this. He just knew it by heart.

With the sound of that voice, Ye Qingxuan's heart--the core of Avalon's Great Enchantment--Xiao Yuan exudes that breath from the Kingdom of Shadows.

"Ah!!!"

At that moment, screams of horror sounded.

The boy's movements stopped abruptly, his face full of horror. It was like being swallowed by a nightmare. He screamed deliriously, crawling out backwards with his hands and feet together, even if there was a deadly moonlight sword behind him!

Silentlessly, the Moonlight Blade was cut from his shoulder lightly, pierced straight into his chest, and nailed him to the ground.

Icy moonlight enters the body. It spread instantly, melted into his blood, and turned into countless small blades, eroding blood, destroying internal organs, and turning him into ashes from the inside out.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

On the ground, the young man named Mordred rolled all over the floor, squirming hard, scratching his chest, tearing his flesh and blood, trying to fish out the moonlight of nothingness. But the ice-cold moonlight entangled on his body, turning his internal organs into ashes again and again, even if they died with them.

Like a real child, he was rolling on the floor in pain, and he didn't even dare to give birth to a bit of resistance and madness.

"Dad, don't hit me...I'm wrong, father, I'm wrong...Don't lock me up again, I'm so scared..."

Mordred whimpered, rolled on the ground, holding the report, crying bitterly: "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Don't hit me, Dad, my head hurts..."

"Go!"

Ye Qingxuan threw Casper on the ground to Miller, pulled Torrey, and ran.

Before he went far, he heard Mordred roar frantically not far behind:

"—I will kill you, Dad! I must kill you!!!"

Long Wei, turned into an electric light of destruction, soaring into the sky!

In that flash of lightning, Mordred transformed into a weird half-dragon form, bowed his head, and the dragon's breath gushing out from his mouth. That was the destructive nature of Longwei, even he couldn't resist it.

In an instant, his half of his body flew into ashes and annihilated with the moonlight, but quickly, flesh and blood grew, bones proliferated, and the power from the blood of the red dragon gave him endless life and made him more and more crazy. !

"Leave separately!"

Ye Qingxuan had only time to put his pockets into Miller's hands: "Don't worry about me, go to the mine! The methods and props for opening the secret room are all in it! I got rid of that monster to join you!"

Without waiting for Miller's response, he activated the Governor Ren's armor and rushed in the other direction.

And the bitter killing intent followed him, whistling.

Only an instant, he heard a series of broken sounds, the roar of furious Mordred breaking through layers of obstacles. Along the way, the monsters and walls that got in the way were completely torn apart by Long Wei wrapped around him.

Ye Qingxuan glanced back, but was almost so scared that his hair stood up.

The completely half-dragonized Mordred used both hands and feet, chasing behind him, his eyes red.

"Don't go, Dad!"

It snarled frantically: "Let me kill you! Let me kill you! I must... kill it! You!!!"

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan felt that his eyes were dark, and he flew out involuntarily. In the air, he felt that he had been attacked at least dozens of times, and each time was enough to break his bones and turn into fleshy flesh.

If it hadn’t been for the hastily launched "Seiya" to keep him out of trouble, he must now turn into a rain of blood, splashing on the soil of Auschwitz, and he does not know that he will be able to come from this land in the coming year. Whether to grow green weeds.

Before he came to think about it, he hit the ground, rolled, and finally crashed into the rubble, falling into the burning house.

In the next instant, the flames were extinguished by the dragon power around Mordred.

The furious Mordred lifted Ye Qingxuan, his scarlet eyes were full of killing intent, and his other hand was raised and grabbed to his face.

With a grab, let his flesh and blood become muddy!

"Little Mo..."

At that moment, a palm stretched out from the darkness, pressed it on the back of its head, and lightly said: "Stop."

So, the claw stopped abruptly.

Mordred was suddenly relieved from the dragonized state, losing all his strength, limp to the ground, his eyes hollow, like a broken doll.

The hooded musician who walked out of the shadows carried Mordred's collar, as if carrying his own pet, looking down at Ye Qingxuan's embarrassed appearance, and was surprised.

"Where do you not meet in life, my dear friend, you will always surprise me."

"With each other..."

Ye Qingxuan coughed, tried his best to **, looked up at this very familiar ‘old friend’: "Nabelis, aren’t you dead?"

"The stage of the musician is too cruel, my friend, suspended animation is an essential skill for every important role. It just so happens that I have always got full marks in this one."

Nabelis lifted his hood, revealing a familiar face, and raised his brows:

"—how is it, have you ever been surprised?"

"...Surprise your mother's legs." Ye Qingxuan weakly cursed an swear word: "Why are you doing the wind and the rain everywhere? Are you annoying!"

Nabelis sighed and scratched his head awkwardly: "There is really no way. The Abyss has been short of people recently. It just so happens that I am short of money and can only come to work."

Speaking of this, he changed his conversation and his expression became cheerful: "It's just that, compared with the previous destruction, this time we are a high-sounding justice!"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer after hearing this.

"Justice? When is the black musician's turn to talk to me about justice? Is it justice to turn people into monsters?"

Nabelis looked at him with a smile~IndoMTL.com~ looks weird:

"You... wouldn't you think that no one noticed the little actions that the Holy City played against Auschwitz? Do you think that invited us here to rescue the Romulus from the fire and water? "

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

He guessed the answer.

But I couldn't believe it.

"Yes! The answer is..."

Nabelis said the name excitedly:

"——The elder of Auschwitz, the last wise man of the Romulus: Caligula!"

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