Silent Crown Chapter 343: Look at the sun
Screaming in pain, Samuel convulsed.
The music theory of the riot spread uncontrollably, sweeping from Samuel's body to other areas.
The blood-crystal-like scepter melted into his body, but it caused his flesh and blood to change rapidly, swelling and shriveling without warning. In a flash, countless sarcomas grew out of his body, and then quickly decayed. Leave huge sores. The sore healed under the vigorous vitality, and then a new round of torture began.
It's like turning into a diseased farm, and those distorted flesh and blood continue to appear and disappear, causing the body to quickly alienate.
And in the midst of this rapid distortion, Samuel curled up in his iron chair, opened his mouth, and howled. Sharp canine teeth grew out of his mouth.
The worst scenario expected did not happen, and the scepter did not collapse at the time of the achievement.
But no one expected that Le Li would cause a riot after everything was over.
It's as if Samuel controlled his scepter and wanted to self-destruct.
Since ancient times, this has never happened.
Samuel... he can't control his scepter?
No, his scepter is against him!
The moment the scepter merged into his body, it repelled each other with his own music theory, collided with each other, and instantly destroyed the music theory in his body. The chapter of fate quickly collapsed, frantically trying to get out of his body.
The scepter trembled, no matter how Samuel controlled it, it was like a wild horse, overturning him again and again!
His own scepter... is actually against himself?
It's incredible!
In an instant, the masters who watched the ceremony woke up from their astonishment, got up, the music theory in each other's hands was intertwined, and the chaotic melody roared over the frantic Samuel.
The pipe organ of the Central Church changes rapidly, playing the sacred melody again, intertwining layers of fields, to seal Samuel's suppression!
A halo fell from the sky, bound to Samuel's body, and penetrated into the body little by little, and all music theory was forcibly fettered wherever he went.
This is why many masters came to observe the ceremony, and the Holy City arranged the ceremony in the Holy Resurrection Cathedral.
If the promotion of the scepter fails, then the masters and saints will join forces to suppress the music theory of the riots and reduce the loss to a minimum.
But now, under the shackles of the great masters, Samuel’s scepter burst out with waves of counter shocks, forcibly tearing the shackles, trying to break through the blockade.
Each struggle will cause a lot of Samuel's blood to evaporate, making it more painful. Samuel, who is now in the alchemy matrix, has become a skinny and old man, with gray hair falling out of his head.
The scepter... is drawing his vitality!
"It's impossible..."
He stretched out his hand suddenly, pierced his chest, grasped the crystallized scepter, and roared frantically: "There should be no impurities!"
The scepter shook violently, cracking cracks.
He screamed, his whole body swelled slowly, his skin exploded, huge bat wings emerged from his back, and the brutal bones were covered with **** fascia, convulsing painfully in the air.
Ye Qingxuan watched this scene blankly, puzzled.
The scepter is the other way around, want to control Samuel?
It's almost like being alive. It draws the life of its owner, erodes the flesh and blood, and transforms him into something most suitable for itself...
It's like the shoes don't fit, so you have to force two sizes!
"There is a problem..."
Amidst the chaos, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the moonlight lead popped out of his hand, wiping the movement of suppression, penetrating the shell of the alchemy matrix, and accessing the core.
The music theory of the riots came in many ways.
The deciphering method works like crazy, once again deconstructing the working principle of the alchemy matrix.
The vast alchemy matrix contains hundreds of movements, which are three-dimensionally structured into four major areas. It is undoubtedly a huge project to thoroughly analyze it.
But Ye Qingxuan didn't read any details at all, skimming all the details, and went straight to the subject. Regardless of the music theory and classification in any module, only find the abnormal part from it.
As the scepter got out of control, a part of the alchemy matrix must have been eroded and affected. It's like a black dog mingled in a flock of white sheep. If you look for it from this angle, it might be impossible.
In a flash, the first layer of surface matrix-the external appearance of notes flows out of the boundary, and the deconstruction is complete!
Followingly, the creation world of music theory is deconstructed!
Finally, the deconstruction of the element formation boundary is completed.
In the end, Ye Qingxuan finally found the problem in the "Activity World":
——The initial blood!
The initial blood, which is the basis of the scepter element, has rioted!
Among the crimson elements, something that is definitely not Samuel is growing frantically, absorbing the power of life, and forcibly changing the nature of the scepter...
It's like a dying snake woke up from the farmer's arms, opened its fangs, and injected the venom.
Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.
It is true that many problems will arise during the promotion of the scepter. As the core element of the foundation of the scepter, it is absolutely impossible to have any other aura besides one's own music theory!
Unless, Initial Blood is not his work
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan looked at Samuel's eyes with pity: He is over ninety years old this year, and he has been stuck in the master rank for so many years. The better one is called thick accumulation and thin hair, and the unpleasant one is called nothing Inch advance.
Although the master is noble, there are hundreds of people in the world, not to mention the holy city where a master can be made at any time. Who cares about Samuel?
If for other musicians, this is nothing more than distress and shock, then for someone like Samuel who yearns for power and power, seeing the saint’s throne in front of him, he is out of reach. The feeling is simply torment in the fire of hell.
What's more, even guys like Wolf Flute can advance to the scepter!
Why can't you? !
The most maddening thing in the world is that the priest can touch me but not the nun's butt...Although this logic is very nonsense, Samuel, who has been obsessed for life, can't tell the difference.
That's why I chose to take the risk.
Even with the help of foreign objects, the element of initial blood must be constructed...
Ye Qingxuan was in a daze for a moment. The next moment, his expression became decisive. He pressed his backhand to the wolf flute and drew a dark dagger from his boot. He stepped forward in two or three steps. Overcoming the shackles of many masters, he went straight to the alchemy matrix.
"What are you going to do with leaves?!"
The wolf flute's discoloration changed: "The Alchemy Matrix is overloaded, and it will explode if you interfere rashly!"
Before the words fell, Ye Qingxuan's dagger turned upside down, stabbing it down!
Crash! collapse! collapse!
There was no expected earth-shattering explosion, but a series of shattered screams, and then, the **** mercury suddenly evaporated.
Ye Qingxuan covered his face, only to feel that the hot wind swept across his body.
And just under the dagger, the element that represents the initial blood completely fell apart.
The music theory that was on the verge of an explosion suddenly collapsed, like a snake from which bones were drawn. In a flash, the alchemy matrix fell apart. Immediately afterwards, the shackles of the masters fell from the sky, completely blocking the power in the scepter.
In the dead silence, only Samuel screamed.
The sweaty Ye Qingxuan got up, dropped the broken dagger in his hand, and walked out of the matrix panting.
Wolf flute came forward, patted his shoulder vigorously, his expression was appreciative, and he didn't notice the panic just now: "I know you have a way, and I will show you the limelight again!"
Ye Qingxuan smiled and slumped in a chair.
Just parsing the entire matrix has exhausted all his mental energy. Now he only feels dim in his mind and his eyes are dark.
The central church is now in chaos, and the silent organ urgently maintains order. After Wolfflute brought in a doctor from the chant school and showed it to Ye Qingxuan, he found that he was only over-consuming, so he lost a blanket and a cup of hot coffee. After giving it to him, he left, and there are still people in the field who need more treatment than him.
——Samuel.
Under the joint treatment of several chanters, the dying Samuel took his life, but now he is skin and bones, dying, and white all over, as if he was evacuated. All the corpses of blood, unconscious, breathing like nothing.
After the emergency treatment was completed, he was carried on a stretcher and taken to the hospital.
But when the sunlight from the broken dome fell on Samuel, Samuel, who had fainted on the stretcher, suddenly opened his eyes and let out a scream that didn't look like a human being.
The sunlight fell on his body, like hot iron, instantly scorching part of his body and turning it into fly ash. He didn't know where the power came from, suddenly bounced, crawling with his hands and feet on the ground, moving incredibly fast, and he immediately hid in the shadows.
"Thirst..."
He screamed: "Thirsty! Give me water! Give me water!"
The sound was as sharp as a wire, and at the moment everyone was astonished, Samuel violently rushed to the young musician who came to watch the ceremony beside him, and his sharp canine teeth tore his throat.
Drinking the clear spring.
With the loud gurgling sound, blood flowed into his body, causing his body to quickly recover, becoming strong and ugly, still pale, without a single hair.
Living like a ghoul.
"He has changed."
Someone whispered.
Seeing that many silent musicians rushed up, the wolf flute sighed and patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "Let's go, there will be nothing for us now."
"Samuel has fallen?" Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice.
"Perhaps." The wolf flute lit a cigarette and said muffledly: "Look, he is like a person? The best ending of the next half of life is to spend a lifetime in the underground palace of the Tower of Judgment. ."
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, "The Tower of Judgment and the Underground Palace?"
"Probably not."
Wolf flute shook his head: "Everyone said no, it seems that there is no more."
Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant.
"Don't be in a daze, let's go, it's time for us to work."
The wolf flute turned around and walked to the carriage at the door: "After waiting so long, it should be effective."
Before the voice fell, a second roar came.
Ye Qingxuan turned back and looked behind him.
In the extreme distance, black smoke appeared from the steel tower of judgment, breaking a big hole.
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At this moment, the corpses of the Tower of Judgment are everywhere.
Charles stared blankly at the jumbled corpses outside the cage~IndoMTL.com~ seemed to have seen them somewhere, very familiar—perhaps in his hallucinations, or in his life.
Those are the guards of the Tower of Judgment. They are all pretty good, although sometimes they are fierce. Two more people just got married and had children. Sometimes Shire went to get close to them, and they would give Shire a cigarette when they were happy.
Now they are all dead.
What I saw in the illusion became reality.
He fell into a trance, completely forgetting what he was doing here. But soon, a loud noise erupted, and the iron gate shattered.
In the pool of blood outside the door, Constantine walked out of the cage, spread his hands, and let the person who came to rescue him put on the black robe.
"Get up, Charles."
Constantine stared at the unsaved Shire and stretched out his hand:
"Let's go, I will take you to see the sun." (To be continued.)