Silent Crown Chapter 402: Pray
In the silence, Colt was stunned. ≯One small ≥ say ＜＜﹤≤≦﹤≦≦≤≦≦≤≦＜
He stared at the sword in front of him blankly, seeming to be taken aback, his lips moaned, speechless.
Soon, in his confused eyes, the fierceness rekindled like a flame.
He gritted his teeth, reached out his hand to clenched the hilt, and drew the sword!
Few people know that apart from music theory, his martial arts have never been invincible in the Rock and Iron Academy. Even the black musician has taught in his hands in a hurry.
"You will regret it, Ye Qingxuan."
His pupils are blood red: "It will definitely!"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him, did not speak, just let Colt bow down, and aimed his sword at his throat, murderously.
But in the next instant, Colt's face changed.
His body shook, and the hilt fell to the ground, all his strength was emptied and he couldn't move!
Colt stared at Ye Qingxuan blankly, not knowing why, until the hint planted on the hilt, he suddenly realized and roared wildly:
"Ye Qingxuan!!!"
"I am teasing you, you are serious."
Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head, stepped forward, and picked up his head. Colt desperately wanted to crawl back, but his head was pulled up, and he was involuntarily dragged toward the gate of the holy city.
One step, one step.
It's like being pulled towards the underworld.
He madly scratched the ground, his hands scratched the ground with blood stains, his nails were broken, but his body was still dragged into the city gate inch by inch.
Until now, Ye Qingxuan stopped and let go.
"I followed the agreement and brought you back to the holy city."
Ye Qingxuan looked down at Colt with a soft voice: "Then what happens next has nothing to do with the agreement."
He stretched out his hand and took out a slender silver nail from the bag behind his waist.
The silver spike reflected the scorching sun, stinging Colt's eyes.
He stretched out his hand, pulled Colt's wrist, and gestured.
In a trance, Colt understood what he wanted to do, and roared sharply:
"Ye Qingxuan, do you dare!"
The next moment, the roar turned into a scream.
Silver nails pierced through his palms and nailed him firmly to the gate of the city. He screamed and struggled, but he couldn't resist.
The severe pain that pierced the bone marrow made him convulse, and it also lifted his spirit and made a difficult voice:
"Ye Qingxuan, you won! I give up, stop here, I beg you."
He abandoned all his dignity, regardless of the stunned sight of the people in the distance, he wanted to kneel down in front of Ye Qingxuan: "What can you get by killing me? Think about it, Ye Qingxuan! You are not worthy of doing this for me. To make such a big sacrifice, right?
You have more meaningful things to do!
You have proven your ability, haven't you? I... I can give you the canon of the Pope! The road to the future scepter is smooth! "
Ye Qingxuan paused and looked down at him.
Seeing Ye Qingxuan's reaction, his eyes lit up and he was ecstatic: "The lighthouse! There is also the lighthouse! I can give you the authority of the lighthouse! Among them are the deep music theory of the secret guard school, all the secrets! Think about it! , That’s the wisdom of how many generations of musicians! How many people dream of it! Don’t you want to know?"
He stepped forward on his knees, ignoring the torn wound on his palm, bowed his head, wanted to kiss his boots, and looked up imploringly:
"There are also ways to advance to the realm of omniscience, even the secrets of making legends and advanced scepters! These are all yours, Ye Qingxuan, as long as you nod your head!"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him with an indifferent expression. It was like watching a crappy clown, what a delightful play this was, but he couldn't laugh.
Seeing the coldness in Ye Qingxuan's expression, Colt's heart sank to the bottom, trembling and begging:
"Come on! Ye Qingxuan! I beg you, okay?
Even if you stop here, no one will say anything to you!
How much have you not done enough for that inexplicable little girl? If you stop now, all praise is yours, and I, a despicable villain, will live in the haze all my life, bringing out your brightness and greatness.
I can swear to Dayuan and be loyal to you forever. Aren’t you banning a music player? We can sign a contract! I still have in my hand the trial movement that the Ministry of Faith has been secreting since the era of the Inquisition! And...Ah! ! ! ! "
His other hand was lifted, penetrated, and nailed to the city gate.
Colt twitches in pain, like a fish falling into a salt urn, crying bitterly, screaming wildly: "Are you crazy! Ye Qingxuan, weren't you raised by a priest!
God loves the world! You are a good person, why do you need attachment and hatred? Everything I say is true, there are absolutely no lies..."
"I know."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and interrupted him: "What you said is true, I can hear it. But it has nothing to do with your death."
Colt was stunned.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, lifted his head, and pulled him from the ground. Regardless of the pain when his wound was torn, he screamed and lifted him to a level with him.
"I should thank you, Mr. Colt."
He stared into Colt's eyes and said every word: "You fully let me realize my weakness, my incompetence, and my innocence.
What you do is better than anyone else, impeccable.
So... you must die. "
There seemed to be pouring rain in those dark eyes, reflecting the scene of hell. Colt looked at his eyes dumbly, shaking in fear, and his lips moaned.
In a trance, he finally saw where he was going, the road to hell.
So he laughed, laughing madly, showing a twisted smile.
"Then enjoy, the fruits of your revenge."
He whispered softly in Ye Qingxuan's ear and giggled: "Unfortunately, no matter what you do, that little girl is already dead and can't come back...hahahahahaha!
I should have understood that you are a bitch, a freak, and deformity just like her, unreasonable from the beginning. Go crazy to your heart's content, poor worm! "
He opened his mouth and took a mouthful of **** saliva, but he couldn't vomit it out. It hung from the corner of his mouth, so ugly.
"It's too ugly, Colt, it's too ugly."
Ye Qingxuan's expression remained indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything. He just reached out his hand and took out the handkerchief from his arms, helping him to wipe the **** saliva, his movements were so gentle.
But Colt felt that something terrible was touching him and wanted to cry in fear.
"You are a hero, Colt, you must remain fearless and fearless before you die."
Ye Qingxuan said indifferently: "Seeing you like this, the dead priests of the Faith Department will be sad, too? Besides, you don't want to die until now...it's too late."
Colt froze, unable to move, only feeling the biting cold spread from his limbs.
The sound of clanging iron armor in the distance came. It was the Knights Templar finally being dispatched, and the iron whale roared out of the sky.
"Don't worry."
Ye Qingxuan opened a small iron box and opened it to reveal a cold glass needle tube and metal needle, as well as a small bottle filled with ice blue liquid.
He skillfully assembled the syringe, drew the ice-blue liquid into the needle tube and aimed it at Colt's carotid artery. The tip of the needle was cold, like hell.
At that moment, he heard a hoarse murmur from Hades.
"——Before you die, you have to pay for what you have done!"
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Meanwhile, the Faith Department.
"Ye Qingxuan!!!"
The archbishop on the hospital bed coughed violently and snarled hoarsely: "Is Angelu crazy?!"
Someone walked quickly into the room with a pale face: "Archbishop, Angelu came to report half an hour ago. Ye Qingxuan announced that he had given up the right to hold the sword in the stone. Irrelevant."
"Where is the silent mechanism?!"
He stared at the surveillance in the ether sphere, and roared: "Six masters of the Faith Ministry are dead! Why didn't Nibelungen have any reaction or report? Why didn't the guards of the Holy City dispatch!"
"The silent agency...no response."
The subordinates showed embarrassment: "Niebelungen and the Guards also did not respond, I don't know why."
The archbishop suddenly pulled his subordinates over, breathing with a medicinal stench, his green eyes widened, like ghosts: "Then report to the Pope's Hall!"
He suddenly let go, choked violently, and vomited scarlet blood: "Immediately activate the alarm of the Holy City, immediately!"
"My lord, there is no order signed by the Pope's Chamber, we..."
"I said immediately!"
The archbishop roared: "Don't you understand that it is urgent to follow the power? If Colt dies outside the gate of the Holy City, the Department of Faith will always become a laughing stock!"
On the hospital bed that ordered Chu Ke, the archbishop's expression remained gloomy. Soon, he made up his mind and made a hoarse voice: "Come on, change my clothes."
What the subordinate wanted to say, but seeing those eyes, shut his mouth wisely, and did not speak.
The servant was holding a hot towel and wiping his body, pulling out the medicine delivery tubes one by one, and he gradually weakened, but the breath in his body became stronger.
In the end, the servants put on a blood-red robe for him, rimmed in green and gold, majestic and solemn.
Outside the door, the assembly of the witch's hammer was completed, and the priests possessed themselves and knelt on one knee.
"Archbishop Michel, how should we act?"
"Since Ye Qingxuan killed Colt, then we will let him pay for it!"
The old man said coldly, clenching the ivory cane: "Let them continue to be silent in the Pope's Hall. Anyway, our crown will continue to sit on his throne as a decoration.
Silent mechanism...I'm afraid they have been hoping that someone can sweep our old but not dead things out of the trash, right?
However, I hope you can remember: The Faith Department will never fall, and Will and their deaths will never be meaningless!
Even if I pay the price for what I do today, or even die, the fateful ‘East Crusade’ must never be put to rest! understand? ! "
All the witch's hammers draw their swords, close their eyebrows, bow their swords, and respond in a solemn voice:
"——Swear to exterminate traitors!"
"Very good."
Michelle's satisfied chin: "Let me go, let those people see, the backbone of the Faith Department!"
He pushed the door out.
Outside the door, the messenger rushed, panting and kneeling in front of him: "My lord, Ye Qingxuan has stopped! He didn't kill Lord Colt!"
Michelle was stunned, her complexion turned red, and her determination just turned into a smell of iron for some reason, almost coughing out of her lungs.
"What's the matter?"
He gritted his teeth: "He was stopped by someone?"
"No!"
The messenger stammered: "After he kidnapped Lord Colt, he stayed at the gate of the city and did not leave... He, he even deliberately aroused the alarm of the holy city!
Now the adults from all quarters have rushed there, and the envoys of the countries have also been alarmed. Now..."
"Go!"
Without waiting for him to finish, Michelle instinctively felt a strong bad feeling, he propped up his cane, and walked quickly towards the gate of the city.
By the time his carriage felt it, it was too late.
Even the civilians have been quarantined, but there is still a crowd of people here, even if there are guards escorted by soldiers, the horse-drawn carriage has struggled to drive into the quarantine area.
When he got out of the carriage, he saw the people behind him surrounded by heavy soldiers, and his heart became colder and colder.
Just a glance, and seeing the colors and embellishments of the robes, we can distinguish the people who don’t know how many departments-the Pope’s Hall, the Abbey, the Court of the Holy Trinity, the Trinity College, and the Ministry of the Sacrament. , Gospel Department, Religious Department, Holy Spirit Temple...
Even musicians from the embassies of various countries have arrived.
Being surrounded, Ye Qingxuan leaned slantingly on the wall, as if basking in the sun.
In his hand, most of the pipe has been smoked.
The mist spread all around, indistinctly, like a parade of ghosts. In the smoke, Colt was nailed to the city gate, his head lowered dull, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.
No matter how people outside shouted, he never responded.
The commander on the scene was a hapless man who was launched to carry the pot by not knowing which department, and there was no way to deal with this kind of thing. On the one hand, the upstart of Angru, on the other hand, the hero of fame...Although it is now on both sides He didn't die, but he himself was full of the urge to commit suicide.
I heard that Michelle is coming, he rushed all the way and saluted: "My lord, the prisoner hijacked your priest Mr. Colt, and he still resists the arrest of the Holy City."
He paused and suggested in a low voice: "Look, do you want us to organize a raid, protect Lord Colt first, and then..."
"No more!"
Michelle's voice is hoarse, and the blue veins burst on the palm of the crutches: "Kill on the spot!
Don’t worry about Colt, the Faith Department will never bow to the offender, no matter what price the other party offers, I won’t agree! "
The commander was stunned, his expression was embarrassed, and he wanted to die: "Are you serious?"
In the diagonal, a deep voice came.
"Since the prisoner is taking such a risk and taking hostages, you might as well see what he wants to do." The man dressed as a musician interrupted: "Any priest is a precious asset of the Holy City and cannot be sacrificed easily."
The commander looked at him blankly: "Are you?"
"Silent mechanism."
The musician said indifferently: "It's really hurtful to kill at every turn. If it doesn't work, even though it is a stab by the Ministry of Faith, our silent agency is willing to act."
Michelle turned her head abruptly, staring at him, cracking.
At this moment, a hoarse voice rang from under the city gate.
"It seems that everyone is almost here, right?"
Ye Qingxuan took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, I have caused such a great disaster, and it has caused a lot of trouble for you adults."
He was apologizing, but his voice was unapologetic.
The hoarse voice resounded in everyone's ears under the blessing of the movement.
Outside the isolated area in the distance, the crowds who watched the liveliness are delivering true or false news. They are in the hustle and bustle. Hearing Ye Qingxuan's voice at this moment, they squeezed forward one by one, looking forward to it.
The reporters who rushed to the scene worked hard, tearing off the notes and handing them to their assistants. The assistants ran back and forth to the news agency to report the situation, sweating, and exhausted one by one.
Unfortunately, Ye Qingxuan's voice didn't stop, slowly and calmly, word by word echoed in his ears, making them too late to record.
"As you know, I am Ye Qingxuan, one of the participants in the Romulus War and a stateless musician.
He is also the suspect who orchestrated multiple attacks against Mr. Colt... No, the perpetrator. This is a crime I committed, I admit it, and I am willing to take responsibility for it. "
Under the city gate, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and raised his voice: "I came here today without intending to attack the holy city, nor do I want to interfere with your peaceful life, but... I have a few questions to ask Colt in public. Only sir.
It's now, right here. "
He threw a few shiny silver coins, and the silver coins fell from his fingertips and rolled around. There is a movement on it, and it shines.
That is the movement of the introductory school of enlightenment that all musicians have learned. The effect is very simple...
Detect lies.
Seeing this situation, Michelle finally understood what he wanted to do, and roared furiously: "Ye Qingxuan! You will pay for everything you do!
Come here! What are you waiting for! Take down this damned sinner! "
However, the musician of the silent organ stopped him, stood in front of him, and even faintly fluctuated in music theory. He stared at Michelle's green eyes and asked softly:
"Why don't you listen to what he said? To be honest, I'm very curious about it..."
Under the city gate, Ye Qingxuan seemed to notice his roar, but only shook his head and smiled, but did not respond.
He just turned around, looked up, and stared at Colt who was nailed to the gate of the city by himself.
In the muddle, Colt seemed to be swallowed by the dark rain, trembling, muttering some vague words in his mouth, struggling constantly, as if avoiding those palms from hell.
I had already lost my soul under the illusion potion, and there was no resistance.
"Your name."
Ye Qingxuan said coldly: "Tell everyone who you are."
"Colt."
On the city gate, Colt looked at him blankly: "Colt Durand. I...I am a hero, I am a saint in the future, I..."
Ye Qingxuan interrupted him and asked in a solemn voice: "Colt, why did you join the black musician in Auschwitz? Is it to save people?"
"No."
Colt's answer caused an uproar in the crowd, exclaiming everywhere.
Since the end of the Romulus War, Colt's achievements have been widely promoted by the Ministry of Faith, and it is very popular. But now, the deeds everyone knows have been overturned by the parties themselves!
"Then why?" Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly.
"I thought everything was over...everyone was going to die, the black musician was too strong, and even the leader of the Perishable Praise personally took action."
Colt replied dullly: "If I don't become a black musician, my life will not be guaranteed."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, and asked again: "Then why did you later betrayed the black musician?"
"I feel the "lighthouse"."
He muttered to himself, his voice rang in everyone's ears: "It tells me that the Knights Templar is coming. If you don't draw a line with them, it will be too late..."
"He lied!"
"Ye Qingxuan! What the **** are you doing!"
Michelle was furious, her eyes glowing hot. The magnificent movement was brewing in the old and withered body, and he wanted to do his best.
But behind him, a palm was pressed on his shoulder.
He turned his head in astonishment and saw the old priest and the middle-aged man beside him who seemed to come from the East.
"Michelle, let him ask."
The old priest said lightly: "I want to hear it."
At that moment, Michelle's body trembled as if all her strength had been evacuated.
In the end, he lowered his head docilely:
"Yes."
Just under the city gate, the young man's unhurried voice sounded, extremely stable and extremely cold.
"Then, Colt."
He asked: "When you were an observer of the Knights Templar, did the situation really deteriorate to this point?"
Colt was silent.
I felt something was wrong instinctively, resisting Ye Qingxuan's questioning, his lips closed, but he stammered speechless.
The crowd listened in silence, and each pair of eyes could see the shock and horror in each other's eyes.
They were stunned by the horrible answer they thought of because of this question, they didn't dare to listen, but they couldn't wait to get the answer.
"Answer me, Colt!"
Ye Qingxuan yelled in his ear before stepping: "Is the battle really about to get out of control! Answer me!"
The roar was like thunder, tearing the eardrums, echoing in the heart and soul, and tearing all resistance in the thunderous turmoil.
"No!"
Colt screamed, the truth seemed to be alive, crawling out of his throat like a snake, stretching in the air, revealing an ugly truth.
"It's me..."
He muttered confusedly: "I am the one who tampered with the observation record, yes, it was me... what a great opportunity, I can't miss it, I can't miss it... I miss it and there is nothing!
That old thing, would rather entrust the lighthouse to others than give it to me! I spent so many years trying my best to please him, but ended up like this! I am not wrong!
Even if Rock Iron Academy is unwilling to give it to me, it belongs to me! "
"Just because of...this?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him pityingly, as if watching a joke: "You deceived the Pope's Hall and forced the Knights Templar to open the gates of heaven? Just for this?"
"I want to be a hero! The only one who becomes a hero is me! It must be me!"
Colt murmured frantically, his eyes confused: "It's not me who is wrong, it's...it's wrong...right, it's that bastard! He blocked my way, he must die... He is dead...hehe, hehehe..."
He laughed hollowly, immersed in his dreams, leaving saliva, like a wild dog secreting greed in his dream.
His face is abominable.
"Last question."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him, was silent for a while, opened her lips several times, and finally squeezed out a hoarse voice: "Why kill Elsa?"
"Elsa?" Colt asked back: "Who is that?"
"..."
Ye Qingxuan was silent, angry... trembling all over!
"Is it...that little girl?"
Colt looked at him blankly, and his expression became confused: "She is going to die anyway, why should I leave the credit to others?
Hand blade natural disasters, this is an excellent political capital. Only fools will let it go, right?
I let her die happily, she will thank me, right? If it falls into the hands of others, it must be..."
"Enough."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and closed his eyes sadly: "Enough, Colt, shut up, I... don't want to listen anymore."
In the dead silence, everyone stared here in silence, even the gasping voice was hard to hear, only the confusing words in Colt's mouth, and empty gasps and laughter.
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at everyone with sad and complicated eyes.
"You guys, have you seen it?"
He raised his hand and pointed to Colt's hollow smile, his voice hoarse: "This is the hero you admire, this is the idol you worship..."
He roared furiously: "You guys, have you seen it?!"
"This is your creed of "the weak and the strong eat the weak" and the world created by the "result theory" and the so-called "big picture"!"
In silence, no one responded.
"In this **** of a world, just wanting to follow the rules and be a good person is considered stupid, treated as a joke, and considered weak to be deceived.
I have given so much, endured so much, and in the end, I was treated as a victim and buried at the feet of such a ‘hero’! "
Ye Qingxuan roared and asked: "Doesn't anyone think that shouldn't be the case?"
Among the crowd, a riot broke out, and a low noise sounded.
Until now, they finally understand what exactly this man who seems to be crazy standing in front of them wants to do. Therefore, the expression is complicated.
That's why the look in his eyes became scared and compassionate.
"Yes, that's it..."
Ye Qingxuan looked at those pairs of numb eyes and showed a bitter smile: "You have endured all this, but no one dares to stand up and say that this world is not good!"
He paused, exhausted all his strength, and yelled at the silent people:
"Then, let me tell you, this is wrong!"
He said, "That's not right!"
At that moment, he raised his palm, the Moonlight Sword, holding it in his hand with a cold, stern sharp edge, and resting it on Colt's neck.
The moonlight pierced his eyes, and also illuminated the confused heart and soul.
Colt woke up from his dream, he stared in front of him blankly, at this strange man. As a result, the dark rainstorm seemed to fall from a nightmare into reality, announcing that the trial was approaching.
"This is...I am going to die?"
He whispered softly, and a huge fear emerged from his heart, dominating reason, making him tremble and speechless.
"Ye Qingxuan, don't!!!"
I remembered a familiar voice. It was the wolf flute. He finally arrived, struggling forward, trying to pass through the layers of guards, and shouting at Ye Qingxuan:
"Put down the sword! Don't kill him! Otherwise you..."
Ye Qingxuan turned a deaf ear.
Just staring at Colt, looking at his pale face:
"Pray."
"...pray?"
Colt pursed his lips, begging in his eyes.
"You should pray. But prayer will not be useful."
Ye Qingxuan looked down at his eyes, and the expression in his eyes became cold, like iron.
"——All retribution is due."
The cold moonlight flickered.
Without a sound, Colt's head rolled off his shoulders, before the pleading in his eyes disappeared, he disappeared in the moonlight.
In the hollow eyes, there is no more look.
He is dead.
Blood spurted and fell on Ye Qingxuan's face, coating the iron light in his eyes with a layer of crimson.
Amidst the chaotic screams and angry roars, he turned his head and stared at the surprised and furious faces, not knowing why, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood off his face:
"It turns out...blood smells like this."
There is a mighty bell ringing in the sky.
Under the dim sunset, in the huge steel city, the bell echoed, perhaps announcing the sunset, perhaps announcing the arrival of night.
In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked up at the sunset.
He allowed the soldiers to pounce on, overwhelming himself to the ground, putting himself on layers of shackles, escorting him, and pushing him to the prison wagon.
Among the noisy crowd, he saw the long-lost Orientalist.
Mr. Hu noticed his gaze, his eyes became complicated and compassionate: "More than that..."
As if hearing his voice, Ye Qingxuan laughed.
For some reason, he remembered what Mr. Hu had asked himself.
"Ye Qingxuan, if one day you find that this world is different from what you think, what will happen to you?"
Yeah, Ye Qingxuan.
If one day, you find that the world is different from what you imagined, what should you do?
This world is not as beautiful as you think.
It's cruel, terrible, cold and impersonal.
Kindness and gentleness are only occasional gorgeous embellishments, and in other places, it is pitch black. Most of the time, justice and justice are just a beautiful fantasy.
What those fairy tales tell you are actually lies.
How should you respond?
"It's very simple, Mr. Hu."
He responded softly: "Just make this world the same as I thought."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.
At that moment, everyone heard hallucinations.
It's like a dragon yin in the sea and the language of a hanging curtain. It is a sound of a piano that seems to be true and illusion...In front of this sound of the piano, the obstacle of seeing and seeing, quietly shattered.
So, the cold moonlight that had been waiting for a long time rose from my heart.
That was his heart, and the sage stone combined with Xiao Yuan turned into a magnificent crystal at this moment.
It vibrates, making fine and long waves in the etheric sea.
At that moment, it penetrated through the layers of the etheric sea, and under the guidance of the heavenly ladder, it merged with the erratic source.
In the gaze of everyone, it rose to the sky, glowing with brilliance, and blended into the quiet and cold moon~IndoMTL.com~ regardless of each other.
The moonlight shone all over, shining brightly, illuminating Ye Qingxuan's white eyes.
I send sorrow and bright moon.
Send this sadness and send it to the bright moon.
Even if the world is dark, there is always moonlight in the darkness.
Moonlight...
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Sorry, it was planned to be divided into three chapters, so the name of the previous chapter has (on), but after thinking about it for a long time, it is really not suitable for chapter division, so I made an oolong...
This bento is finally out. It's an eight-thousand-word chapter. It's the end of the month. Ask for a monthly ticket.
Also, it is now an important choice in life... Take leave tomorrow oRZ (to be continued.)