Silent Crown Chapter 404: Winged people

readx(); She woke up from her sleep.

Opened my eyes and saw the flames.

In the sacred hall, the sacred fire burns forever and candles illuminate everywhere.

The magnificent music theory gushes out from behind her, running in the sacred fire, like a huge fire wing, and a storm is set off in the hall while dancing.

The flame that penetrates the material and etheric realms has a ray of light flowing, and countless illusions are flowing, and in a fleeting moment it reveals a scene from nowhere, whether it is majestic and majestic, or dark and cold... the world Melted into that flame and formed a substance.

This seems to be the essence and manifestation of ether.

So she was born again.

But this rebirth didn't seem to make her happy, she just stared silently at the gorgeous and majestic dome.

For a long time, she turned her head and said softly:

"Caligula, I have a long dream."

There, the old and withered old man, holding a cane, staring at her figure, smiled comfortingly: "Is it a good dream?"

"The dream is very long, I don't remember it clearly."

She recalled, a bright look appeared in her eyes: "But I remember that when someone came to me, I was not afraid."

"This is a good dream."

Caligula nodded, "When people are old, they will feel that things in the world always gather together and leave more. When you are not alone, it is like a dream.

If you can have such a dream, you won’t regret it. "

"That's it..."

She nodded ignorantly and asked: "Then I can still see him?"

"He has left."

Caligula replied: "He probably has found a place to go back, just like you. From then on, fate will take care of him."

"Then there is no way for me to see him again?" she asked, "I want to see her."

Caligula was silent.

So her eyes dimmed.

"You are the heir of Romulus, the descendant of the great gods."

Caligula lowered his head to advise, with a humble expression: "You sacrificed yourself and became the host of fire, and after leading us to rebirth, you will be the emperor of the empire, the supreme ‘Augustus’...

You are different from the past. "

"Then can't I have friends?"

"Your Majesty, you are the emperor, so many friends you want are at your fingertips."

"But that's not my friend anymore, Caligula." She shook her head, "I am the emperor, and they will all fear me."

The old man stared at her, he stopped talking, but his eyes became sad.

""Although I don't understand, the emperor should be like this, right? "

She stared at Caligula's sad face, and smiled: "I'll get used to it, don't worry, Caligula. I have someone in my heart, so I won't be afraid of anything."

Caligula stared at her. After a long time, he lowered his head and looked happy and complicated: "Your Majesty, you have grown up."

"Children, always grow up."

She stretched out her hand, and a blaze of light lit up in the void, and a bronze mirror emerged from the fire. Matter is refined here, just like breathing.

She stared at herself in the mirror, and the girl in the bronze mirror smiled. It was like growing up ten years old overnight, and the dark red of flame grew in her hair, no longer the immature it once was.

She turned around in the mirror and jumped up excitedly:

"Look, Caligula, I have grown taller."

Caligula looked up, staring at the **** the steps, watching her hair flying in the wind like flames, her eyes majestic.

He lowered his head.

Suddenly, I dared not look again.

On the steps, the girl walked out of the fire. The flame was clothed and attached to her skin, transforming into a majestic and sacred purple crown.

The door burst open in front of her, revealing the colorful and shining sky of the etheric realm.

In the sky, countless stars revolve, and candles illuminate the boundary between existence and nonexistence. This huge city broke through the chaos, suspended between light and darkness.

Countless people who had been reborn from the cocoon came, and they gathered outside the hall, knelt down on the steps, and stared at the girl who came out of the hall.

She wears a crown of flame on her head, a symbol of power, and holds a scepter representing power and an orb representing the world in her hand.

It's like the sun wheel hanging high in the sky.

"Emperor! Emperor! Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!"

The crowd looked up at the dazzling light, calling her name fanatically and calling her a divine title.

Until she raised her palm, everyone stopped shouting and bowed their heads respectfully, waiting for the emperor's edict.

In the sky, the girl stared at her country and her people. After a long time, she announced in a solemn voice:

"My people, since there is no place for us to stand on the earth, then let's leave the earth and go to the sky!"

"From today, the kingdom of Romulus and the people of Romulus are no longer."

"We died because of our lives."

——From then on, it has been the ‘Winged People’! "

So the crowd boiled and shouted to the emperor mountain in the sun wheel:

"As it is!"

"As it is!"

"As it is!"

There is no trace of beastization on them anymore.

That night, the sacred fire absorbed all its power, wiped out the blood of the demon, and catalyzed the scepter left by the King of Yellow on them, making them reborn and reborn.

At this moment, behind everyone, the ether gathers, spreading like wings!

They cheered the emperor's bright light, dancing their wings, flying into the sky, countless wings set off a storm and swept them, and they gathered around which sun wheel.

"Then, let me go to the sky."

In the sun wheel, the new emperor held up the orb.

In the light of the orb, the void changes and the chaos trembles.

The city tore a big mouth in the void, broke the gap, and in a flash, passed through the etheric sea, and ‘falled’ back into the material world again.

The jaw-dropping city, at this moment, is suspended above the sky.

In the raging storm, the city was swallowing a torrent of ether, consuming an incredible amount of power at all times, distorting the laws of reality, and resisting the pull of the earth.

At the peak of the city, the emperor raised his scepter. In the wings behind him, countless music theories were intertwined, transforming into an overwhelmingly huge movement.

The movement encompassed the entire city, turning the entire ancient and huge city into an instrument, playing a magnificent and magnificent chapter.

In that melody, above nine heavens, there was the sound of the sea tide sweeping.

From far away, a ray of stars shines.

In the next moment~IndoMTL.com~ like a galaxy swept across and rushed into the city.

That is the star ring.

The ring of stars that has been silent for a long time revolves, adjusting its orbit and angle, twisting from above the night sky.

In the sluggish eyes of all stargazers on the earth, the etheric torrent condensed into substance is integrated with the city.

Close to each other without gaps.

It's as if it has been so since long ago.

Under the envelope of the star ring, this city seems to have blood, and in the flow of blood, it comes to life.

The whole city is roaring and trembling, like a lotus made of steel, unfolding in the loud noise that seems to open up the world. In the end, a huge archipelago above the sky was formed!

That night, the starring changed.

The winged people are reborn from the fire, take their own land, follow their emperor, and return from the etheric realm! (To be continued.)