Silent Crown Chapter 499: Resurrection

In the dark hall, the dim fire light illuminates the broken faces of the statues of the saints, and the statues covered in moss and cracks stretch out from the walls, holding torches in their hands, gazing into the dark depths.

Swiss of terrible green aura lingers in this huge hall, moving like a living snake. In the stern melody, the bleak green mist kept expanding and contracting, and every time it contracted, there was a sharp scream in the darkness.

Those groaning voices struggled painfully in the depths of the mist, cursing hoarsely.

"Ludovic, how dare you steal the position of the Pope!"

"The black musician... you, as a cardinal, are in collusion with the black musician, Ludovic, of God's Fury! God's Fury! God's Fury will sooner or later turn you to ashes!"

"Master Ludovic, I am willing to surrender, and I am willing to serve you..."

The pleading voice hadn't finished speaking, he made a scream, and there was a crisp sound of bone fragmentation in the poisonous fog, and then, a hoarse voice sounded:

"You can kill us, Ludovich, but the Saroman Temple will never tolerate the blasphemy of sinners like you! The glory of the holy city for millennia will never be destroyed in your hands, never!! !"

As soon as the voice fell, a muffled noise came from the poisonous mist, and the sacred light that burned life lit up, and was immediately extinguished by the ubiquitous darkness.

In the fog and darkness, there was a steady stream of chewing sounds, splashing blood and water, falling on the statues of the saints, staining their dull faces red.

Until the end, there was no more sound in the silence.

There seems to be wind.

The green mist squirmed, gathered together, turned into a thin line of fluorescence, and returned to a skull goblet.

The wine glass was picked up by a withered old musician, smiled sullenly, and looked back behind him.

"The trouble is solved, my lord."

So, in the darkness, footsteps sounded, and a group of people walked into the firelight.

The priests in the sacred robes stood under the fire, but their faces wore gloomy beak masks.

Until it was confirmed that there were no more toxic substances left in the air, the headed veteran took off the mask and revealed Ludovic's face.

He stood in front of the mutilated bodies and glanced at them blankly.

"Why are there so many idiots who can't distinguish the current situation?"

No one answered.

Holding the pope's scepter in his hand, Ludovic went to the deepest part of the underground hall, the bronze door, staring at the hideous relief above it.

Above the jaw-dropping gate, three ugly figures cast in bronze. Sinners wearing shackles stared at the gate below their feet, struggling with pain, unwilling to approach.

On the door door, among the countless gloomy and gorgeous reliefs, hundreds of ordinary human-sized bronze statues on the door door interpret the pain of hell, and the light of heaven on behalf of redemption shines on them and makes them long for He raised his head and stared at the light man surrounded by angels and served in the center of the door.

This is the door to **** and redemption.

Ludovich stretched out his hand, stroked the painful face on the bronze door, and smiled pityingly.

This is the forbidden place that only the popes of the past can enter, the hidden sanctuary that seals the sacred cauldron, and the sacred temple that only the Scarlet King can know, step into, and master.

——The Sharoman Temple.

"Nibelungen."

Ludovich spoke, and a calm voice sounded from the gloomy dome: "Holy See, what's your order?"

"Nothing was ordered, I just want to thank you."

Ludovich stared at the three-inch void in front of him, and said faintly: "The Saroman Temple is hidden in the deepest part of the holy city. Without your guidance, I am afraid I will not be able to pass the'Minotaur The way of thinking."

"It is my duty to lead the way for the Pope."

"Do you recognize that I am the Pope?" Ludovic's brows raised slightly: "It's really interesting. So many humans think that I am wrong, but a natural disaster is willing to recognize me as the Pope."

"For me, the pope is just the pope."

Nibelungen replied: "The contract I made with humans is to record their remaining stories.

In the story, the role of "Holy See" is no different from others. Since you were selected by the Sistine Council, you are the "Pope".

After drinking the sacred blood, you are the new Red King. "

"Don't you choose a stand for yourself?" Ludovich laughed mockingly: "The dignified natural disaster, it turned out to be like a wall of grass."

"The recorder cannot have a position, otherwise the description will be biased."

Nibelungen said: "The'three wise men' coexist with human beings, but each has its own essence and path. I am not a guide, nor a leader, but just a'witness'.

It is my responsibility to witness the events, record the events, and preserve the events. I will not prevent others from reading these stories, nor will I try to change them.

If you think I'm hiding evil intentions, you don't have to believe me. "

Nibelungen’s words are simple and straightforward, but Ludovich laughed: "Nibelungen, do you really think you know everything?"

"Not yet."

Nibelungen replied: "As long as you keep witnessing, keep recording, keep watching, one day, I will."

"Then I wish you an early accomplishment of this impossible dream."

Ludovich waved his hand, causing his voice to disappear.

The hall is silent again.

"Finally... it's about to start."

Ludovich stared at the door in front of him, muttering softly.

Under the dim light, all the followers stepped back respectfully and bowed to the ground. Only Ludovick stepped forward, raised the pope's scepter in his hand, and recited the secret words to open the door in a solemn voice.

"——All flesh and blood will die together, and mortals will return to the dust."

Crash!

The pope's scepter was embedded in the hole in the ground, making the huge square tremble. In the sound of steel friction, on the ground, countless concentrically nested brass rings rotate, and the pivot unfolds, exposing the densely packed gears under the square. Those gears patrol each other along the tracks, collide with each other, burst out sparks, and rub each other and twist. , Burst out a magnificent and huge power.

That terrible power bursts out of copper and iron, but surpasses the material, as if it is above life and death, and surpasses the imagination of ordinary people. It moved in the dark, ignited the flame, melted the iron stone, and burst out loud like a dragon's chant.

The storm swept from the darkness.

The gates of **** burst open.

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Ye Qingxuan woke up from the pain, raised his head and looked at his hands.

The hands are still nailed to the iron wall, with silver nails all over the blood. Sometimes too strong vitality is not a good thing, the flesh and blood have been bridged, as if growing on the silver nails, a little movement, the pain is piercing.

In the darkness, there are footsteps.

"You recovered faster than expected."

The Clothes of Original Sin cast a glance at Samuel outside the cage. In the dim light, Samuel was wearing a red robe, unable to see the body underneath, but the exposed head was broken and mutilated. , The left half of the head has disappeared without a trace, and the remaining face is full of hatred and madness.

"Open the cage." Samuel said hoarsely: "I just received the news from Lord Ludovic... everything went well, he is no longer needed."

"Then leave it to you."

The Clothes of Original Sin gave Ye Qingxuan a look at last: "Try to keep your brain, save his consciousness... Treat him as a gift, and my master will accept your love."

"No."

Samuel ignored the friendship of a dark minister, gritted his teeth and made a cold voice:

"——I will smash him into pieces!"

The Clothes of Original Sin froze for a moment, and was about to say something, but there was a crisp sound of ‘Kap’.

It's like a ripe melon.

Ye Qingxuan's head detached from his shoulders and rolled to the ground.

Unbelievable expression on his face until death.

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On the long dark road, Ludovic walked silently.

In the very core of the holy city, under the Papal Palace, the Saroman Temple is hidden in the fragments of the etheric realm and is guarded by numerous facilities.

Even if the door of **** is opened, there are still countless enchantments and forked roads behind the door to defend its existence.

It is precisely because of the understanding of its importance that human beings are so deliberately trying to guard its existence, and even exhausted all conceivable methods, planted all traps that could be created, and hid all things. Traces that may be found...

Even if the **** descends, he will be lost briefly in this endless darkness.

But the pope's scepter glowed with a faint light, illuminating the road ahead, guiding Ludovick straight forward, regardless of the illusion and the light around him, and opened a large door.

Countless well-designed traps were silent in the light along the way. Even so, the leaking phoenix and feathers were rare enough to make one's mind trembling.

It's like patrolling on a steel cable on a cliff above a ten thousand zhang.

Until the end, Ludovic has landed in the deepest part of the etheric realm, and walked into the sacred city from the inside.

Under the guard of countless stars, in the brightness and glory like heaven, the last door opened silently in front of him, revealing the huge space hidden in it.

In the dimness that light cannot illuminate, an ancient altar stands.

It is as if a large stone cauldron is standing on the altar, carrying a mist of light, brewing crystal clear holy blood.

Staring at the stone cauldron, even if it is as deep as Ludovich, there is a green fire in his eyes:

"The Sacred Cauldron..."

But at that moment, the smile on his face disappeared.

Because a hoarse cough sounded after the altar.

It's like a chronic lung disease. The voice coughed and pierced the lungs. It was very painful. Until the end, he reluctantly stopped and took out a handkerchief to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well these days."

The rickety old man held on to the edge of the altar and slowly walked out from behind. When he looked at Ludovich, his expression became extremely helpless:

"And the back hurts a bit, especially...here."

He pointed to the back of his heart-the part that should have been pierced by a dagger-even if it was still intact now.

In the misty and divine light shining through ~IndoMTL.com~ the old man raised his face, revealing the familiar face, making Ludovic's expression more ugly.

He should have died long ago.

Under the witness of many bishops, the body was burned to ashes by flames and buried in the underground palace, together with the popes of the past.

But now, the former pope, who should have died long ago, is standing in front of the sacred cauldron, looking at one of the people who killed him, but smiling.

The smile was cheerful and mocking, but it made people feel like hell.

Because everyone knows that the former Red King is most famous for his iron face and indifference-that person would never laugh!

"I'm still alive, are you confused?"

The former pope sat down on the steps of the altar, smiled, spread his hands, and said mysteriously: "As you can see, it's like the scripture says..."

"——I am resurrected." (To be continued.)