Silent Crown Chapter 399: Loss trading
"Ho ho..."
At that moment, in the straw cart, the muddy Master Philip suddenly woke up, his scorched eyes widened, his eye sockets torn, and turbid red blood was left behind. ≥Yixiao≥say
As if he got rid of the injury in an instant, he abruptly got up from the straw, the blood scab stuck to the straw was torn apart, and the dried blood leaked from the tragic wound.
"Master?" Colt was overjoyed, pointing to the black spot that was about to disappear in the air, "Quick..."
Philip turned a deaf ear, his blood-covered hollow eyes were sharp, staring into the depths of the deserted forest in the distance, and his pupils burst out with a pale light.
As far as his gaze is, Jin's boy squatted on the ground, looking ignorant, holding a half of the toad dug out of the mud in his hand, eating happily...
"Uncle, he seems to see me." He swallowed the other half of the toad.
"Oh."
Nabelis squatted on half of the tree stump, rolling the tobacco slowly in his hand, with a calm expression on his face: "Then let him watch it."
"He is so ugly."
Mordred wiped his mouth: "I'm a little scared, can I hit him?"
"Don't worry." Naberis rolled up the cigarette, lit himself, and took two sips: "Wait."
Looking at those hollow and hideous eyes, Mordred couldn't help but... the index finger moved!
He endured hunger and licked the corner of his mouth:
"How long to wait?"
Nabelis smiled, turned his head, and glanced at Philip, who was hollow and fierce in the straw cart.
"Wait a minute."
He said: "The old thing still has strength, so he wants to give us a cruel one."
At that moment, Philip made a hoarse voice.
"Colt, run away."
His flesh and blood crackled, and the dragon's blood and dust were reopened along with the sudden gushing blood, and blood was bathed everywhere. But that represented an astonishingly vigorous vitality. The exhausted cells were dancing and reveling. His scars quickly recovered and disappeared.
In an instant, the blood was washed away by the light.
He is no longer old, he is young again, sane, fair skin, no scars. Only the gray head burned like a flame, as if the soul was thrown into the fire.
So in exchange for strength.
At this moment, a misty and mournful song echoed in his body. It was the trembling of bones and the whistling of internal organs. The chapter of sacrifice in the chant was played.
"I will stop them."
Philip stretched out his hand and pressed it on Colt's shoulder. The sacred chant sounded from the void and fell on Colt, dispelling the curse like a tarsal maggot, and forming vague wings behind him. . This is a blessing that almost spares no effort.
"Colt, run away."
He stared at the Naberis who was looking over, holding the incomplete sword in his hand: "Go toward the holy city, how far you can escape, and how far you can escape."
As if finally understood something, Colt's face was pale and almost collapsed to the ground. Soon, he gritted his teeth, abandoned the carriage, and turned away.
Don't dare to look back again.
Under the blessing, his speed was incredible, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the distance.
"So, these mad believers are dead-hearted, and they don't want to die when everything happens."
Nabelis sighed: "Why don't you want to be alive? Don't think of yourself as human beings, and don't regard others as human beings...How is this different from our black musicians!"
The mocking voice did not get a response.
Philip stared at him steadily, raised the mutilated blade, close to his brow:
"Vow to extinguish the evil spirits."
He said.
The chapter of God's Punishment roars, and in an instant, the majestic light wheel emerges from behind, the huge light wheel full of cracks is burning with grand flames, and the turquoise fire light seems to come from the fire of punishment in purgatory, which is heart-warming terror.
The wailing voices of countless sinners came from it, and in that purgatory, countless sleepy pupils opened their eyes, and those figures in crimson robes seemed to stare at this filthy world, shouting in unison:
"——Swear to exterminate traitors!"
Like a landslide, like a tsunami, the sound roars.
In an instant, in the holy city, a large silent clock rang loudly. In the dark corner of the Holy Spirit Temple, the sarcophagus trembled, and the sleeping Holy Spirit woke up from the darkness for a moment, opened his eyes and looked here.
Therefore, a magnificent divine light descended from the sky.
The white golden light is so hot, so pure, so pure that it can't contain any contamination, and everything that touches it is completely vaporized.
Under the infusion of that light, Philip's body soared, and in a flash, he turned into a giant more than two meters away. Behind the wheel of divine power spins, thunder bursts, calling for electric light to transform into wings.
Suddenly, the sun dimmed.
Only this pure white light is left between heaven and earth.
"Damn, the Holy Spirit changes... why do you guys explode at every turn?"
At that moment, Naberis cursed softly: "No wonder the money is so refreshing, because I was waiting for me here."
The next moment, he was beheaded by the bright light.
The head grinned.
Grinning.
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At the moment the bell rings in the holy city, under the bell tower, in the hall, the young musician who closed his eyes and prayed opened his eyes.
Soon, he got up and walked out of the main hall, ran through the papal palace, passed through the gates, walked along the corridor, and finally walked into the deepest place.
He knocked on the door of the room.
"Come in."
Someone made a noise behind the door.
Introduction to the musician, bowing his head respectfully, afraid to look at the bishops sitting at the table behind the door, but presented a map: "Master Philip has been found!
He was not far from the holy city, hundreds of miles away, and used the Holy Spirit to change. I'm afraid... his fate will be soon. "
In the dimly lit room, the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight, and there was a strong smell of medicine.
In the silence, several priests lowered their voices and had an urgent meeting. Hearing him say this at the moment, they were taken aback and looked at each other.
"Didn't you expect the situation to be so bad as this?"
An old priest in a red shirt nodded and looked at the deepest part of the room. Behind the layers of curtains, a hoarse and coughing figure, "Archbishop, let me go."
Behind the curtain, the figure opened his mouth, then coughed violently.
"It's really embarrassing to fight like this."
In the midst of choking, a hoarse voice came intermittently behind the curtain: "For so many years, the Department of Faith has been shrinking, and there is no hope for another march. New blood is rare...Father Will, if you have any trouble, you can bring them. Come back."
"Yes." Will respectfully nodded.
"Others..." The figure behind the scenes choked, stooped, and made a painful voice: "The others... just clean up."
"Yes."
Will nodded and got up.
The attendant stepped forward, sabre and armor for him. He walked with his sword and rushed to the palace gate. Soon, a stream of light burst into the sky and rushed into the distance.
The bleak room returned to silence, only the heavy coughing from behind the curtain.
"Archbishop."
Someone asked carefully: "How should we deal with this matter?"
"This matter?"
The person behind the curtain coughed lightly, seemingly unknown.
Yes, what is it?
There have been too many things in the past few days. And no matter what is involved...no one thought that the rebellion of the Romulus had not come to an end, and a new storm would start again. Over the past few days, the nearly crazy behavior of the new sword-bearer of Anglu has left everyone in awe.
I don't know how many people are running and fighting because of this, how many people are involved, and even the face of the holy city is affected.
Some people have a clear stand, while others have an ambiguous attitude. But the headache is: The Pope’s Chamber is still silent. Even the silent agency started to investigate...
So, how to deal with it?
There was only a hoarse cough behind the curtain.
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The streamer flies across the holy city, incredibly fast.
Flying in a semi-etheric state, the degree is comparable to sound. After just a few minutes, a long distance was covered.
It's just that the closer you get, the stronger the premonition of certain anxiety in Will's heart becomes stronger.
In an instant, he appeared at the place marked on the map.
It's just that at this moment, where he is, there is an endless stretch of mountains. At the foot of it is a huge mine, the roar of machinery, countless people coming and going, and the noise is very loud.
"Is it here?"
He closed his eyes and sensed, and the streamer fell instantly.
Amidst the horrified voices of everyone, the blade cut down and broke the boulder, revealing the broken red cloth behind the boulder, which is a fragment of Philip's teaching robe.
Wil's complexion quickly darkened, closed his eyes, and chanted the movement. After a few short passages, there was a vague revelation from the foreseeing movement of the school of revelation.
North, sixty kilometers.
The streamer flashed and appeared 60 kilometers away, in a barren mountain and ridge, with a scorched head hanging from a branch.
Will frowned, chanting the movement again, and the enlightenment came: east, thirty kilometers. Will did not move, just played the movement again, this time the vague revelation emerged again:
South, nineteen kilometers.
I used the movement again and again to find Philip's location, but the inextricable music theory pointed in all directions, with dozens of different results.
Boom!
The blade of anger cut a deep rift in the ground.
Will's expression is ashen, and finally he wakes up: Someone has used the ‘medium misleading’ of the school of revelation to confuse everyone’s perception and lead all revelation movements to the wrong result!
In order to enhance the effect, I'm afraid someone has spilled these things with the breath of Philip and Colt all over the surrounding area of the holy city!
If you do the screening at any cost, you will definitely be able to perceive the difference between the media, but there is no way to tell the difference between the rushes, and you can only run around in the wrong place one after another.
And the real place must have been artificially isolated into an island.
It's late...
The back of Will's hand burst into blue veins, and he roared in anger.
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The barren forest has been ignited, and the earth is devastated and turned into scorched earth, as if giants are fighting here, and everything is completely destroyed.
The mountain in the distance collapsed in half, and the earth was opened with a piercing rift. In the depth of the rift, the flames of lava could be seen faintly, the traces left by the sword of judgment.
The ether is in chaos, forming a chaotic chaos. The music theory here is already messy, and it will be difficult to return to normal within a few years.
At the heart of the turmoil, Nabelis, with three or four big holes in his chest, crawled out of the lava with difficulty, groaning hoarsely and painfully.
"This time it's really... at a loss..."
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Sorry, some cards are out of order. (To be continued.)