Silent Crown Chapter 478: God’s blessing

"Huh?"

The wolf flute is puzzled.

"I did not find any clues after cleaning up. At the time, I thought that the **** might be our illusion."

Ye Qingxuan whispered: "But now, I think... it's possible that the **** exists, but we didn't find it."

"It is unlikely." Wolf flute shook his head, "After you put forward this opinion, Mr. Handel personally interrogated and investigated every key member of the Holy City."

"What about the result?" Ye Qingxuan asked: "Everyone is as innocent as water?"

"Although a lot of guys who eat inside and out to damage the public and private individuals have been caught, there are not no people who have been bought and planted by other departments of the ecclesia. But there are no people who can truly be called spies of the revolutionary army.

Furthermore, the silent agency itself has very high requirements for participants, and those who fail the review will never be able to enter the core. "

Ye Qingxuan asked in return: "What if you become a spy after entering the core?"

The wolf flute is silent.

"If the insider really exists..."

Ye Qingxuan stared at the dense crowd: "I am afraid that all the plans and plans of the Silent Organization have long been lowered by Gaius's eyelids."

Wolf flute smiled bitterly: "It is still impossible to determine whether the **** can exist or not."

"If there is, this is the best part of that person."

Ye Qingxuan replied: "Because you couldn't be sure where you were going to die until you were completely defeated, and even in the skepticism, there was no way to determine who you were.

Is that why you came to me? Because you can't judge who can be trusted. "

"Are you so confident, really good?" Wolf flute sighed: "Anyway, the meaning is almost the same. You'd better work harder and help me keep an eye on it."

"Do you really regard me as a god, omnipotent?"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the dark crowd outside the court: "I have a good way: you arrest them all, and I will tell you if there is Gaius inside a month later."

"Are you dreaming of a friend?"

Wolf flute replied angrily: "Do you know how many people are here? If I really order the arrest, how much scope will be involved? How much pressure will I have to bear? You haven't found Gaius yet, I'm going to be locked up in the Mithril Cellar!"

"Then I am really helpless."

Ye Qingxuan took a step back: "At least give me the authority to bless the clock tower, otherwise you really want me, a little interference-level musician, to go to Gaius?"

"As a result, are you waiting for me here?"

The tone of the wolf flute became helpless: "Forget it, brother will be a grandson for you..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him from a distance, he seemed to be in contact with somewhere, his face turned pale and blue, and he was obviously scolded bloody, but until the end, Ye Qingxuan's ear suddenly rang The deep bell ringing.

The bell came from the sacred city in the etheric realm, passed through the etheric sea, fell into the material realm, but blessed it on Ye Qingxuan's body, and instantly merged into the heart music chapter in his body, forming a huge structure.

Just a quick finger, the heart music chapter, which has just been cast, has transformed into the terrifying scale of the Fate Chapter, which has expanded by at least five times.

If most of them were not asleep, I am afraid Ye Qingxuan would really not be able to suppress his immense power at this moment.

But as long as Ye Qingxuan's thoughts move, he can use this huge force at any time.

Blessed by the clock tower!

It turned out to be the blessing of the clock tower!

The countless high towers in the holy city, each corresponding to the sacred projection of the etheric realm, can give a musician a huge blessing and make him temporarily promoted to a master.

Its core power comes from the pillars of the sacred city in the etheric realm, and only the power that has been mastered by the red kings of the past dynasties-"The Fifth Concerto".

——'The Emperor'!

Only this piece of music called the emperor is able to rise to the ranks out of thin air and possess such incredible power.

If the Pope himself plays the entire chapter, he can even directly open up a blank area in the etheric realm that is sufficient to condense the upper elements, and give it to the musicians, so that his future road to the scepter will be unimpeded, and its horror can be seen.

Because of the ability to create masters at any time, each tower is an extremely valuable strategic resource, which has been firmly controlled by various departments of the Holy City.

Even the towers are divided into different levels, and the one who now provides blessings to Ye Qingxuan is undoubtedly the best.

Soon, the wolf flute’s feeble voice sounded: "This time I’m going to give up the old face. At least you have to start and don’t work hard."

"Thanks!"

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand and strolled around the square along the road.

Even outside the square, the crowd is extremely dense, and walking through it makes people feel unusually slow. Ye Qingxuan walked in it, only to feel countless faces passing by. When he looked closely, he felt dazed within a few minutes, unable to tell who was who.

In desperation, Ye Qingxuan sighed, took out the keychain, held his index finger with a sharp cut corner, and gritted his teeth and cut away cruelly.

This can be regarded as bleeding for the holy city, right?

The keychain cut a gap in the substance, and then, scarlet blood flowed from the fingertips, but the **** texture was so strange, like fog and phantom, giving people a sense of erraticness.

After merging into the Stone of the Sage, the Heart Music Chapter began to spontaneously adjust his physique, and even the nature of the blood of heaven and humans has slightly changed.

Now if you look carefully, Ye Qingxuan's blood material is no longer inferior to some precious alchemy materials, and the unique attributes contained in it are enough to make countless alchemists covet.

It is said that there used to be an ascetic monk in the East, who was very good at music theory. After the achievement of the chapter of destiny, even the nature of the body will change accordingly, which has a huge attraction to the demons.

His blood can be refined into a precious elixir that can prolong life for decades, so it is madly rumored that he will not live forever if he eats a bite of meat.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help smiling wryly, I hope he won't be reduced to the point of becoming a cook in the future, right?

Soon, as his thoughts revolved, the blood from his fingertips evaporated silently, replaced by a ray of moonlight thoughts.

Bollero!

This time, Ye Qingxuan unscrupulously threw all the pressure on the clock tower, and directly pushed "Polero" to the ninth section. In a flash, he was in the ears of an illusion-like roar, thousands of The moonlight thought thread spread out from the fingertips. It was invisible and innocent, colorless and invisible. The thought thread that was thinner than spider silk drifted with the wind, and it covered most of the holy city in an instant.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that countless information was whizzing towards him, almost bursting his head.

He hurriedly withdrew most of his perceptions, only now in the square, the inextricable lines of thought stretched out from the sky, the earth, and the gaps between the walls, intertwined into a huge net overwhelming the sky.

Many people in the sect were aware of the hidden fluctuations in Ye Qingxuan's body, and they looked over, but when they noticed the coat of arms on his neckline, they withdrew their gaze and ignored them, only as if he was on the spot. The guards are out.

It's just that Ye Qingxuan didn't find Gaius in the multitude of messages and chaotic perception, but... finally found the Shire who had been missing for a long time.

In the center of the crowd, in the densest place, among countless devout believers, in the sacred and solemn atmosphere, there was a mouse **** that broke this pot of good soup.

Charl was squeezing forward staggeringly, ignoring the dense crowds, like a wild boar rushing in, and everything he passed by was a mess.

"Sorry! I'm sorry to have a good time! Uncle, take a moment, this friend, put your legs away, eldest brother, please hug the child, eh, friend, let me give me a favor, give me a favor...Who is this? Children, why are you so impolite, adults trouble you."

Like a salesman pushing a trolley on a carriage to sell low-quality lunches, he trudged through the mountains and rivers and walked to the stele of destiny in the middle of the square with great difficulty.

Anyone with a little bit of common sense knows that you must not go to popular tourist attractions during the small holiday, otherwise you will find yourself in trouble.

But Charles prefers to die, Ye Qingxuan can only lament that he is full of courage, and pray by the way that he will not be beaten to death by angry believers.

But as he was moving forward, Charles suddenly fell into a **** and threw a thin figure beside him.

The old-looking figure is wrapped in a robe, with a hood, and can't see his face. But when he was pressed to the ground by Charles, his eyes became cold.

"Ah, uncle, sorry, I didn't pay attention."

Charles quickly got up, grabbed the uncle who wanted to get away, and lifted him up from the ground: "Uncle, don't go, wait, I'll take you to the doctor. You are so old. What can I do if something is wrong? Don’t look at it now. Last year, I heard that an old man fell while walking down the steps. Guess how to find it that night? It’s a cerebral hemorrhage!"

The old man was entangled by him and waved his hand angrily: "Let go!"

"Good, good!"

Charle let go of his hand awkwardly, and patted the dust on his body graciously. He didn't know what buckle was touched, only a small sound was heard.

Slap!

A weird steel creature with thin arms fell from the sleeve of the old man's robe and rolled to the ground.

"Oh, sorry."

Charle quickly picked it up from the ground and curiously fiddled with it: "What are you? The new folding cane? It looks good quality, but it's easy to misunderstand. It looks like an assassination made by a master alchemist. Like a crossbow, if it weren't for the trigger, I would be scared hahahaha!"

Speaking, he smiled and patted the cylinder, and then snapped in the old man's ugly face, and something that seemed to be a trigger popped out.

"Uh..."

Charles froze, and his smile became rigid: "This..."

"Catch him!"

Wolf flute shouted in the communication channel: "Don't let him go!"

Before the voice fell, the old man turned around and ran at an incredible speed. He shuttled back and forth in the dense crowd, and ran tens of meters in a flash.

A few ambushing musicians in the crowd hurriedly chased after them, but they couldn't catch up with the obstacles of the crowd. Someone kept covering for him along the way, even blocking in front of the tracker. Seeing that the old man got into the crowd, he disappeared in no time.

"Mom! Can you do it!" The wolf flute roared angrily.

The long robe worn by the old man is a Vatican-style clothing. Once it gets into the crowd, it can't be found at all.

But in the midst of the chaos, Ye Qingxuan suddenly rushed out and held down an unattractive person at the very edge of the crowd—that was a young man who looked nothing different from the old man, even his clothes completely different.

"Don't move!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan slammed his hands, smashed his limbs and joints in an instant, and then sealed him up by the Forbidden School. While struggling, a mask fell from his face, revealing the old face of the dark prey.

It is the old man just now.

But Ye Qingxuan frowned after looking carefully and checking it again and again.

"Wolf flute, this is not Gaius."

"What?!"

The wolf flute was taken aback.

Soon, the old man was taken away by the silent agency, and the riot quickly subsided.

Of course, the assassination crossbow in Shire's hand was also confiscated. Fortunately, fortunately, it was not taken away for further investigation.

Then the wolf flute couldn't help but began to curse.

"Mom, it's not Gaius, we caught a **** who wanted to assassinate the Asgard ambassador! The reason turned out to be blood revenge!" The wolf flute roared, "The battle between their clans went to the Holy City to resolve An egg!"

Ye Qingxuan listened, but couldn't help sighing.

In any case, the prime time to find Gaius has been missed.

The Pope’s sermon is about to end, and Constantine is about to accept the canonization under the attention of the public. I am afraid that it will be in trouble again.

"Yo! Young man, what are you in a daze."

Not far away, a teasing voice came from the top of the carriage: "Is it because there is not enough money to afford a standing ticket? I still have an empty seat here! Special seats, can you come?"

Ye Qingxuan looked up and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

It's your Excellency Hermes.

The luxurious carriage was parked on the periphery of the square, but the top of the carriage was covered with a cashmere carpet, two large and comfortable sofas were placed, and a small table was placed in the middle. Several wine glasses and a bucket of iced wine. It was as if it were in an opera theater box, and it drew countless gazes around.

"Come on, I'm bored after watching for a long time by myself. Stay with me."

Hermes patted the sofa next to him, inviting warmly.

"Uh..."

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"Wow! The Stele of Destiny is extraordinary!"

Among the crowd, Charles finally squeezed to the front of the stone tablet, sticking to the stone tablet like brown sugar, exclaiming in surprise: "This feel, this material, is really amazing. Hey, buddy, look at this effect. , It is indeed a cult, a big deal!"

Among the people around, the pilgrims couldn't help but roll their eyes: "It's another dumpling."

Regardless of the contempt of other people's eyes, Charles squatted in front of the stele with interest, rubbing his hands, and observing the inscription on it, but soon, his expression became suspicious and couldn't help but pull the person beside him:

"My buddy, I’m not the one who made a mistake, am I?’ He asked, "This is really a stele of destiny? "

"That's right."

The believer frowned impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"Really?" Charles scratched his head in confusion: "How do I feel...the movement above...is so simple?"

"Hehe, my friend, you are really interesting."

The believer rolled his eyes and stopped talking, just slander in his heart: Blow! Just blow it! There is no need to pay taxes anyway.

But Charles didn't care about his mocking look. Instead, he eagerly pressed his hands and tried to play the movement on the stone tablet.

"This is "Destiny"?"

He whispered softly. At that moment, he felt a little panic in his heart for some reason, as if something was about to happen, but he was not ready.

He froze for a moment, shook his head, shaken off the strange feeling, and pressed it down with all his attention.

So, the solemn sound of the piano rang from his fingertips.

First of all, there are three high-pitched voices that resemble the turbulence of the earth, resounding from his chest, like the sound of a heartbeat, are all over this seemingly simple melody.

He only felt that his head was hit by a metal hammer, which caused a deep and sharp pain, which was in the bone marrow.

It's destiny!

It's really destiny...

——Fate is knocking at the door!

On the high platform behind him, the pope seemed to be aware, looked at the center of the square in confusion, and found Charles trying to play destiny. He couldn't help but smile softly, as if looking at the past. The same is true for young people who are overpowered.

The faint sound of fate was drowned out by the fanatical cheers of countless believers.

Amid the shouts of countless believers, the pope raised his hand and ended his sermon amidst the cheers of the crowd.

However, instead of turning around and leaving as in previous years, he stayed on the high platform, raised his head slightly, and signaled to the pilgrims that he had something important to announce.

Under the high platform, in those eyes that were either clear or doubtful, the pope raised his hand and declared solemnly:

"In this sacred day today, besides me and you, there is a righteous person bathed in the grace of God and holding on to the beauty and glory of God!

In recognition of his great contribution to the holy city~IndoMTL.com~ I will award him the crown of cardinal to comfort his piety!

I also tell the pious people in the world, those who obey the principles and do the will of God, if you glorify the gods, the gods will also be blessed to you! "

So deafening cheers rang out,

In the thunderous clamor, Constantine, wearing a scarlet robe, stepped up the steps and reached the peak step by step. In the crowd, the silence mechanism was also tense to its limit, and everyone was up to 120,000 in their spirits, watching everything around them.

The wolf flute wiped the sweat from his forehead, seemingly nervous, looking around, couldn't help but breathe.

Time has become so long, yet so fast.

Soon, Constantine stepped onto the high platform, respectfully saluted the pope, and bowed down in front of the majestic robe.

Until now, he finally saw the core of this holy city, the only substitute for God in the world, the Scarlet King, the emperor who is in charge of the human soul and destination. (To be continued.)