Silent Crown Chapter 400: There is a sword on the ground

readx(); "Xiao Mo... How many times have you said that, you must be careful when the dragon breath spit out!" He was dying, "If it weren't for the uncle who just completed the chapter of fate a few days ago, you would almost be caught by you today. Squirting to death."

"Oh..."

Mordred nodded ignorantly, and a gust of wind started.

Just in front of Naberis, was a violent behemoth.

It turned its back to the sun in the sky, and cast a terrifying black shadow, with countless scales reflecting the cold light like swords. When it spoke, it swallowed the breath of sulfur and flames, swirling up hurricanes and sparks.

That is a huge black dragon!

"Fortunately, I just completed the chapter of fate, otherwise I might die."

Nabelis raised his left hand, which was still intact, and climbed up the dragon's back along his nose and head to fix himself. He looked at his devastated body and couldn't help but feel a little sad:

"When did the master die so easily? It seems that we still have to make the ‘legend’ as soon as possible, and the advanced scepter is more reliable. Hey, let’s go, let’s go, flash!"

He urged hoarsely: "Remember to eat all the clues."

"Okay, uncle."

Mordred opened his mouth and siphoned, as if opening a hole to the dark world, everything he could see was swallowed into his mouth.

Long Wei surging, ploughed from the ground, the ground rolled, covering everything completely.

Murder and set fire, destroy the corpse.

Naberis took out a few seeds from his burnt pocket, sprinkled them on the ground casually, and chanted chants in his mouth, stimulating the chance.

Soon, a few grass seeds sprouted, little by little new green emerged from the ground, slowly expanding.

Although it still looks uncoordinated carefully, it is at least not as glaring as the original baldness. With such a large area of ​​the barren mountains and ridges, even if the holy city pulls the net, it will take a week or two to find out here.

The reaction time left for them is still sufficient, and the ghost will know how many more things can be found by then.

"The commission is finally completed."

On the back of the dragon, Naberis rose to the sky and laughed softly: "I just hope that my friend is not too naive."

He stared at the direction Colt was leaving, narrowed his eyes, and murmured meaningfully:

"Sometimes, the development of things may not be as expected..."

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After waiting long enough, the priest dressed as a businessman finally saw his goal.

The dark saint of Avalon, the controller of more than half of the smuggling activities between the East and the West, the heir of the shaman, and the agent of Angelu’s new sword-bearer, Ye Qingxuan...

In an emptied tavern near the pier, Watson at the back of the table offered himself a glass of wine, raised his eyes, and looked at the dusty comer.

"Mr. Watson, I think you probably know why I came."

The visitor lifted his collar, revealing the badge marking the Department of Faith, with a solemn expression: "I want to meet Mr. Ye and have a direct conversation with him.

This is the last chance, I hope you will cherish it. "

Watson in the wheelchair casually picked up the wine glass, without adding salt or lemon juice, raised his head, drank it all, and gently placed the wine glass on the table.

"You are not qualified yet."

He said nonchalantly: "Just tell me if you have anything. I always make the decision about murder and arson. Is there any dirty work in the Department of Faith that I want to outsource to us? People are flattered."

Although he said that, there was no surprise in his words, only mockery.

The anger on the priest's face flickered, and it was forcibly suppressed.

He reached into his arms, slowly took out a letter, and delivered it to Watson. Watson opened the paint and swept it away. When he saw the last few signatures, his expression became more cautious. .

That was a guarantee given to them by a certain archbishop of the Pope’s Hall.

"We can forget what happened before."

The priest stared at his cautious face, and said every word:

"—But Colt, you must live."

Since the ‘Inquisition’ was divided by the nations, the Faith Department has become worse every day, just like the body of the main messenger, seeing that it has been marginalized, and it will be cleared and abolished sooner or later.

In this case, the Faith Department is increasingly trying to make a difference.

And this time, I finally received new blood, a musician with a promising future and almost destined to become a saint in the future, seeing a comeback.

At this time, Ye Qingxuan came up with a straight slap fan, trying to tear the last face of the Faith Department. And then, what can the Faith Department, which is thoroughly angered, do?

"Actually, I am very curious about one thing..."

Watson spoke with a deep and careful voice: "Are you really not sure about what Colt did? Or... don't care at all?"

"This is our own business, so you don't need to worry about it."

The priest said faintly: "In any case, Colt is the hero who saved the battle of Romulus. The only one who passes this trial will be rewarded by the Pope and become one of the saints in the future.

We must not stand him being treated like this. "

"Don't hesitate to save this layer of skin for him, right?"

Wah Sheng smiled clearly: "Otherwise, if he is ruined, all your previous efforts will be meaningless, right?

In the beginning, you accepted Colt's request without asking the Pope’s opinion, and now you find that he is a hot potato, but you can’t get rid of it...it’s hard to ride a tiger. If you surrender here, your reputation will be completely gone. .

I guess you have been hesitating in the past two days, right? Otherwise, on the first day my boss went crazy, you should have come. "

"..."

The priest was silent, his face was blue, and a moment later he opened his mouth and said: "I believe that my arrival and the things promised in this letter are enough to express our sincerity. I hope you can stop it.

This fight due to personal grievances ends here, otherwise no one will look good. "

"Private...Is it a grudge?"

Watson said, "When you touch your mouth, you will determine the nature of the incident. It is as agile as you convicted people. It's a pity that I don't take this set.

The Pope’s Hall hasn’t expressed its position yet, what are you anxious for? "

"Stop now, everything can be restored.

Know that you have attacked a church and killed a pious priest! We can forget about these things, but if you have to make an inch of it, even Angelu will not be able to explain it to the Holy City! "

The priest raised his voice: "When the time comes, how are you going to end? Even the royal family will not be able to protect you!" He paused, and his eyes became meaningful:

"Or, do you still think that Angelu is on your side?"

Watson frowned, smelled a weird breath, and had a vague premonition in his heart.

"Say to be clear, sir." Watson said coldly, "Don't just come with a painless apology letter, show me your real trump cards."

The priest smiled mysteriously.

"Let's wait and see." He said.

Soon, someone walked into the tavern quickly, bent over and whispered a few words to Watson. In an instant, Watson's face became gloomy.

"Is this what he said?" he asked.

"Yes." The entourage lowered his head: "My lord means, stop here."

"Is he crazy?" Watson was furious, staring at his entourage: "If Colt were to live in the Holy City, there would be endless troubles, wouldn't he understand?"

"..."

The entourage's face turned pale when he looked at that angry look. Soon, Watson suppressed his anger, waved his hand, and let him go down.

"What's the result?" the priest asked with a smile.

Watson looked at him coldly, and pointed out the door.

"You won, sir, you can get out of here."

He said faintly: "Colt will return to the Holy City alive. This is what the fool said. I don't know what you guys convinced him, but if this is his decision, then I can only follow. "

So, the priest smiled, Shi Shiran got up and stretched out his hand:

"Then, happy cooperation."

Watson stopped looking at him, turned the wheelchair, turned and left.

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Ten minutes ago, in the dark room.

Ye Qingxuan looked at Maxwell in front of him coldly.

"Why?" he asked.

Maxwell sighed, "The Spear of St. George, the archbishop of the Faculty of Faith assured the royal family that he will retrieve the lost Spear of St. George from the Returned Market for us."

"Because of this?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Maxwell, I did not misunderstand you. You are a qualified businessman. You can easily make a great achievement, which is admirable."

"Ye Qingxuan, Angelu has never needed that weapon like he does now. Only with it can we have the possibility of victory in the war with Leviathan."

Maxwell said in a solemn voice: "This is not for me alone! Do you know how many people would die in this war without that artifact?!"

"So, you ignore the'Axiom'?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with disappointed eyes: "So what Colt did, can it be treated as if it hadn't happened?"

"Ye Qingxuan..."

Maxwell looked at him with a complicated expression. After a long time, he sighed weakly: "Sorry, I let you down. The world of children is more beautiful. In the world of adults, everyone is more'dirty'." /

Count me please, okay? What if I let him go now? You are the sword bearer of Anglu, the heir of the sword of the king, and Anglu's destined minister of the seal in the future! There are a lot of opportunities to kill him! Why persist with the present? "

Silence, a long silence.

Ye Qingxuan smiled, lowered his head, as if laughing at himself.

"I understand."

He closed his eyes: "Tell Watson, stop and let Colt go back to the Holy City."

Maxwell grinned reluctantly, but he was unhappy, Sudoku hesitated, and finally he got up and said: "I owe you once."

Ye Qingxuan did not speak, but pointed to the door.

Maxwell sighed and left.

The door was closed, and Ye Qingxuan's eyes drooped in the dim light.

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"Please give me enough courage to fly forward."

The dark rain fell from the sky.

Colt saw the girl in the white dress walking by in the rain, dragging her small package, like the world dragging her. In the sound of rain, she sang softly and walked to a distant place:

"Test my heart, let alone regret... the old house is glowing, and it looks like a sigh..."

The singing lingers in my ears, so soft, but in such a silent world, it is terrifying. Colt reached out, trying to hold her, but couldn't catch up.

"There is only silence, so forever..."

The torrential rain washed away and cut everything off.

The black rain seemed to darken the whole world, washing away all the disguise, and the sky trembled.

So the towering building became blood scarlet, the majestic palace shook off the dust, and the layers of relief on the walls were veined like blood vessels, and it was breathing.

The tower was trembling, laughing happily in the rain, the steps rubbed, like sharp teeth opening and closing, leaving a little bit of flesh and bones, as if it hadn't been eaten clean.

"Colt, Colt, you are finally here."

Someone cheered eagerly and smiled: "We are waiting for you."

In the rain, the people waiting here cheered, greeted them enthusiastically, and waved to him: "Come on! Come here! We have been waiting for you."

Colt looked at them in confusion: "Who are you...?"

"It's me, Colt." The person waiting in the distance waved his hands and said softly: "You forgot me, I am the friend who brought you into the Rock and Iron Academy."

"And me, I am your senior, I treat you best, Colt, do you remember me?"

"I am your first teacher, Colt, I know you are so good, you will definitely be able to make it."

"Colt, I am your brother, have you forgotten?"

The child in the poncho hugged his arms and prayed: "It's cold here and it's raining. Don't stand outside anymore. Let's have a fire."

"Come here, please."

"Yes, we are all waiting for you."

They beckoned and called enthusiastically, letting Colt come over, but Colt couldn't help but stepped back, his face pale: "I can't go there."

"Why?"

They became sad: "We have all been apart for so long."

"Because...because..."

Colt took a step back, his expression twitching: "You are all dead."

"No, Colt." They smiled and shook their heads: "We just left you and went a long way."

"You are dead."

Colt gritted his teeth, his eyes gloomy: "I killed you myself."

At that moment, the call stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, screams and roars rang out.

The rain washed their faces and washed away their skin, revealing bright red flesh and hideous features. They roared sharply with hideous teeth.

"Pain, Colt."

Those people cried: "It's dark here, come and see me."

"I want to tear you apart! Bastard, I've been waiting for you for decades!" Someone snarled frantically, trying to rush over, blocked by an invisible barrier: "Coward, I will tear you apart, every day It will be again! I will return the pain you gave me back to you thousands of times!"

"Come here, Colt!" They roared and laughed wildly: "You have nowhere to escape."

Colt staggered back, but felt that there was no way back.

"Here...Where is it?"

"This is hell, Colt."

Behind him, someone said softly: "You are dying, so you see hell. Soon, you will go to the opposite side. After so many years, so many people, they are waiting for you ."

"I am not going to die!" Colt turned around and yelled at the person who came: "I have a great future, so I might die!"

"You will."

The visitor lifted his hood, revealing pale hair, as white as bones. He looked at Colt with a dull expression, smiled, stretched out his hand, strangling his neck, and looking down at him:

"I came from there and I will take you back there."

His palms tightened, like iron tongs, and the sound was grim, like steel rubbing: "I swear to find you, this world is so big, but you have nowhere to go."

"Ye... Qingxuan..."

Colt squeezed out a scream from his throat, widened his eyes, looked at the face close at hand, and his eyes became fierce: "You can't beat me... I can beat you once. Can win you a second time!"

He stretched out his hand, exhausted all his strength, drew out the sword, and pierced the throat of the figure in front of him, blood gushing out like a fountain, he roared, cross sectioned, and cut off his head.

In the dark rainstorm, that physical hallucination disappeared. Those demons and ghosts have disappeared, and **** has also gone with them.

Only endless rainstorms.

In the heavy rain, someone whispered softly:

"You will come back here, you will definitely..."

Colt opened his eyes and felt the moist liquid fall on his face.

That is blood.

In this dilapidated cave, the smell is full of rancidity, pungent and rich. The short sword in his hand didn't know when to pull it out, and it was deeply nailed into the rock wall in front of him.

On top of the blade, there is a turquoise snake running through.

The viper was convulsing in pain, and a dark green liquid dripped from its fangs, but it was only a tiny bit away from Colt's neck.

Colt stared at it coldly, watching it convulsively, dying bit by bit, silent. Then he cut it off, peeled it off, swallowed snake blood hungry, and chewed its flesh and blood.

On that broken blade, scarlet dripped, reflecting his unkempt face. He flees day and night, hiding in the cave, like a beast, even his eyes become like a beast.

The faint morning light fell from the gap and fell behind him, illuminating the name he had carved on the rock wall in pain.

Densely dense, large and small, criss-crossed, all of those names came from the same person, and they were all cut to pieces by the sword.

"No one can stop me, I want to live."

He swallowed snake bones and whispered softly, as if to remind himself, don't forget.

The snake blood gave him strength, made him come alive from dying, the sores healed, and the high fever ceased.

He stretched out his hand, pulled away the blood-sucking bugs little by little, and threw them on the ground, finally drew his sword and trimmed the unkempt hair again.

In the end, he crawled out of the cave where he lived, exhausted all his strength, like a snake twitching in pain, fading away from the past shell, neighing and molting, and reborn in the sun.

The sunlight illuminates his skinny face, but it can't dispel the pitch black in those eyes.

He panted, struggling forward, through thorns and bushes, little by little, falling, then climbing, through wasteland, dense forests and muddy streams, crawling on the ground, and passing the last quagmire. , Climbed up the high slope.

Forward, forward...stumble forward...

Until the end, his pupils were illuminated by the sharp light in the distance.

Those are tall slender towers, straight into the sky, extending to the depths of the clouds, hundreds of thousands, towering like forests. The heavy bells echoed between each other, extending to the end of the sky, as if to prop up the fallen sky again.

The sound of holy chanting floated down from the tower, spreading in all directions.

The tower is made of metal, and the city is also made of metal. Even the earth is filled with the smell of iron, reflecting the scorching sun, and it glows like a burning flame.

Countless people came and went on the roads, carts and horses rushed, ships on the river screamed loudly, and iron whales loomed in the sky.

The huge city that rises from the ground and rises in layers occupies the center of the entire world, ignoring the huge sea of ​​ether, balancing the density of ether in the entire human world, and resisting from the dark world Invasion.

"Holy City..."

Colt held his breath.

That is the City of Immortality, the City of Steel, the City of Vantaa, the City of Phoenix... That is the center of the world, the culmination of everything.

"Holy City!"

Colt laughed, ecstatic, danced, almost breathless with laughter: "I'm still alive! Ye Qingxuan, have you seen it? You can't kill me! I'm still alive!"

He prostrated on the ground, kissing the dust rising from the road, like a madman, tears streaming down, and the passers-by were looking at him.

Just on the long road, a group of cavalry in iron armor galloped in, wearing swords and iron shields. The two keys on the badge of the iron shield overlapped, proclaiming sacredness.

The headed priest wore a black robe, solemn and holy.

Wherever they passed, all the believers who came to the pilgrimage fell to their knees, gazing respectfully at their backs. But in front of the beggar who seemed to be mad, they stopped abruptly, and the soldiers got off their horses and knelt on the ground.

The priest in black came forward, holding a brand new robe in both hands. The robe was pure white with golden patterns, and was extremely majestic and sacred.

"Master Colt, preaching the order of the Bishop, you will be promoted to the post of priest of the Faith Department."

He lowered his head and put on the teaching robe in his hand: "I am ordered to come to meet you, please get on your horse."

For a long time, for a long time, Colt in the dust smiled and laughed heartbreakingly.

He got up from the ground, pulled off the teaching gown without any estimate, and covered himself with that pure white. As a result, he became majestic and solemn, high above the ground, his eyes burning as if he was afraid of being straight. Depending on.

"Let's go."

He turned on his horse and stared at the steel city in the distance, his eyes frenzied:

"Go to the Holy City!"

He is still alive, and he must live, and go to the holy city alive...to seize everything that belongs to him.

At all costs!

Even at all costs!

Go to the top of everything!

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It was a hot afternoon, and the soldiers guarding the gate were sweating.

In the turbulent crowd, carts and horses flowed through the city gate. Or a rich man with a wealth of money, or a pilgrim who comes on foot in ragged buildings, messengers and commissioners from various countries...

Every day, hundreds of thousands of people enter and leave the holy city. It's just that this time, most people gathered in front of the city gate, staring at the road in the distance.

The bazaar outside the city gate instantly became congested, with pedestrians grazing at every height.

In the last corner of the crowd, the old luthier with a bag and a cane stared at the crowd, showing an emotional expression: "Sure enough, the holy city is full of weather, and there are so many people outside the city gate. Eye-opener."

"Sir, this is the first time you have come to the Holy City?"

The people who watched the bustle next to him looked at him in the dust, and smiled: "Such battles are rare in the Holy City. You are caught up."

"Really?" The old piano master smiled: "Then my luck is really good."

"Who is here?" someone asked.

"Who else is the hero in the Romulus rebellion? Naturally, he is the leader of the new generation of musicians, and the future master of the scepter!"

"Suddenly came today? There was no publicity before, otherwise there will be more people than now."

"Hey, you don't know that."

Someone laughed mysteriously: "This master Colt is said to have assisted the Faith Department non-stop to eliminate more than a dozen strongholds of the Cthulhu Church after the war ended. His achievements were so impressive that he shocked the holy city.

So, in order to ensure his safety, he had been walking in secret until he was about to reveal his identity in the Holy City. "

"So that's it." The passerby nodded, his expression growing in admiration.

The old luthier nodded in agreement, and sighed with them.

Seemingly tired all the way, he put the crutches on again, sat on the ground leaning against the city wall, tuned up his banjo, gently plucked the strings, and the chaotic sound of the piano was drowned in the hustle and bustle.

"Are you preparing a hymn?"

Watching the lively children holding a windmill, looking at him curiously, "I heard that when a hero triumphs, there will be musicians offering hymns."

"Probably."

The old luthier smiled and looked down at his six-stringed piano: "If there is a chance, definitely."

The crowd suddenly clamored, and cheers sounded from a distance amidst the galloping horses' hoofs.

The hero returns.

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"Is that the recent rise of the outstanding talent in the Ministry of Faith?"

Above the tower, Mr. Hu stared at the smoke rising in the distance, beside him was a priest, dressed in the cardinal's robe, his face was old and ordinary.

When I heard Mr. Hu’s question, the old priest didn’t say anything, but instead asked: "What does it look like, Mr.?"

Mr. Hu smiled and said nothing.

Just bowed his head and stared at the world from the sky.

"After watching here for a long time, I really feel that many things are not very important."

He said softly: "It's like the legend says: Heaven and human beings live a long life in the kingdom of heaven, without worry. The grievances and fights on the ground are not worth mentioning in the sky."

"Is this an Eastern myth?" The old priest sighed softly: "No matter the East or the West~IndoMTL.com~Some things are always the same."

"Yes."

Mr. Hu raised his head and stared at the scorching sun above his head, his eyes were plated with majestic gold.

"The kingdom of heaven has no troubles, so they don’t know that there is blood on the ground, fights, fights, goshawks attacking the palace, comets hit the moon and white rainbows pierce the sun. So they don’t know..."

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pressed it to the waist, but pressed it empty, so his expression became sad, and he sighed softly:

"—There is a sword on the ground."

At that moment, the sword was drawn on the ground.

In the crowd, one hand pressed the pocket watch, so Faust opened his eyes from his deep sleep.

"Time, please stop for a while."

The desolate chanting sounded, full of pain and hope: "Just because you are so magnificent." (To be continued.)