Silent Crown Chapter 504: Holy City Executioner
The more you move toward the depths of the holy city, the greater the degree of alienation in the material world. And the breath of living people is getting less and less.
As far as I can see, it is no longer like a bustling community or a bustling market, but is coated with a layer of weird colors, some places are bloody, some places are old and mottled, and some places Shenggeyan Dancing, and the loud singing of drunks came from the weird taverns.
But no matter where it is, it's abnormal.
Musicians create legends and can create miracles again.
But there are too many ‘history’ and ‘legends’ deposited here, and those traces that have been inscribed in the past, at this moment, when the material rules are out of control, they once again appear, covering the present,
You don’t even need to control the musician.
Those past have come alive.
Now, the whole city is like a huge maze, stepping out of it is a new world.
In the sad singing, countless phantoms of monks holding up the holy emblem walked out of the void. They supported the iron coffin and walked solemnly to the cemetery.
This is the death of the saint Schumann six years ago, and the saint was buried.
Immediately afterwards, in the hustle and bustle of cheers, countless dancers wearing masks and colorful clothes were walking on the street. There were burly men, enchanting dancers, and songs with their upper bodies. By. They enthusiastically pulled the pedestrians to participate in this never-ending parade.
The "Carnival Day" in the Holy City one hundred and ninety years ago.
Sometimes the world is turbulent, and the shadow of the dragon of natural disasters covers the sky, spreading destruction like rain.
The Doomsday Chiryu was sealed by three generations of popes.
……
Various past legends are once again performed on this stage, dazzled.
Nora walked tremblingly on the street, biting her scalp forward, shivering every step of the way, her eyes were attracted by the illusions and legends beside her from time to time, and she couldn't help but want to plunge into it.
Then Ye Qingxuan was beaten up by Ye Qingxuan.
"It's the sixth time."
Ye Qingxuan reminded coldly: "Lead the way well, and if you want to find death, when the matter is over, I will give you a good noose to ensure that you get what you want."
Nora burst into tears without tears.
He subconsciously held the holy emblem in his hand, tried to calm his mind, and led Ye Qingxuan forward along the path of the holy city, out of a complicated trajectory, to avoid the ‘legend’ that kept appearing one after another.
But as he moved forward, he couldn't help being curious. He turned his head and took a peek at Ye Qingxuan's figure.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Qingxuan frowned: "Is there something dirty on my body?"
"No! No!" Nora's shoulder shivered, and she quickly retracted her gaze, but she couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart and couldn't help asking:
"Sir, who are you... on earth?"
For him, Ye Qingxuan is not so much a savior, but a ‘saving the wicked’.
But whether it's a benefactor or a villain, after saving himself so many times, he is really curious about Ye Qingxuan's identity.
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him, but replied lightly:
"Musician."
"..."
Nora was speechless and resisted the urge to roll his eyes: nonsense, who doesn't know you are a musician!
Moreover, Nora could see that this life-saving villain is definitely not an ordinary musician, at least ordinary musicians are not so big-hearted and walk toward death with a calm expression.
Along the way, he was rescued by Ye Qingxuan many times, and he gradually felt safe in his heart, and gradually admired Ye Qingxuan.
It looks so young, but has such a terrifying talent. I am afraid that it is a senior master in which school has not been seen for a hundred years, right?
He forcibly smiled: "Couldn't you, like me, have come to the Holy City only recently, right?"
"Why do you say that?"
Ye Qingxuan asked casually, stretched out his hand at will, dozens of burning torture frames fell from the sky, planted into the dark alley, and burned the hidden demons to ashes.
Amidst those tragic neighs, Nora was so frightened that her face paled, and she stammered and explained: "I, I... I feel like a strong man like Mister, if you have been in the Holy City for a long time, Famous!"
"Really?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Anyone who is famous lately? Come and listen."
Hearing his question, Nora instantly recollected it, and soon replied: "Recently, just a few days ago, the Secret Guardian School of the Rock Iron Academy just assessed the new issue of'Mithril 'List', haven't you seen it, sir?"
"Nothing."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head. He was still in prison a few days ago and didn't even have to read the newspaper.
In each generation, the School of Secret Guardians will evaluate almost all musicians through the "Lighthouse" and its own intelligence network, and select the strong and the seeds from them.
Generally speaking, there will be three lists, each with the names of'green gold','mithril' and'white iron'. Among them, the list of green gold is immovable and rarely changes. Among them are the scepter of various countries and the holy city. Apprentice, and the top three kings.
The next Mithril List lists masters from various countries and the new generation of musicians who are expected to become masters in the future. The changes are complicated, and sometimes they change within a few months. There are times when there is one shift for three days, and there are even times when there are three or five shifts a day. All the world-famous musicians have their own place in it with incomparable precision.
As for the white iron list, it is purely a register of outstanding musicians.
There are so many musicians in the world, a thousand-page list of white iron may not be able to take care of the guys huddled in the wilderness. Most of the time, it is used by various colleges and schools as a reference for evaluating the teaching results of this season. No matter how well-informed people remember, they can't remember the names of hundreds of thousands of musicians.
"It's a pity that Mr. didn't watch it. Thanks to the recent turmoil, many talented musicians have established their reputation. The new generation of strong musicians has also been listed."
Nora sighed: "For example, Mr. Rommel of the Silent Organization, the third emperor of the Asgardian Empire, Mr. Alfonso known as the "Eternal Nightmare", and the immortal Angelina.
There is also Caspar Hauser known as the strongest musician under the scepter-the result of the beastly inheritance, the "humanoid beast". Astrid, who inherited the title of "Fire Keeper" at the Gate of Destruction, would have her cousin Samuel, but unfortunately, Samuel died in Auschwitz..."
Nora reported more than a dozen names in one go. Ye Qingxuan heard this and nodded: "That's it?"
"Uh..."
Nora hesitated for a moment, and said helplessly: "In fact, there is another guy called the executioner. He was originally on the list, but he was notorious for participating in the assassination of His Majesty the Pope, so he was brushed down."
"'Hangman'?"
For some reason, Ye Qingxuan felt a vague premonition.
"Yes."
A trace of fear flashed in Nora's eyes: "'Holy City Executioner' Ye Qingxuan."
Boom.
Nora suddenly heard a muffled noise behind her, turned her head, and saw the gentleman with a cold face just getting up from the ground, she was stunned: "Sir, what's the matter?"
"Nothing."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, slapped the dust on his body in embarrassment, and waved his hand: "I just feel that the holy city's routine is too deep, and I accidentally fell."
"Oh."
Nora nodded blankly, seemingly understanding but not seeing Ye Qingxuan's expression on the dog.
Holy City Executioner?
How unpopular I am to be named like this!
Is this notorious?
"Haha."
Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes.
I'm afraid my reputation has gone into the ditch now, right?
He shook his head, not paying attention to these things.
Soon, his feet stopped.
Nora noticed his abnormality and looked back at him: "Sir, what's the matter?"
"There is movement ahead."
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand, and the Moonlight Line of Thought extended and spread from the fingertips, extending forward, and soon his expression became weird.
This situation has appeared many times along the way. Seeing Ye Qingxuan's expression, Nora couldn't help asking: "Is it a phantom again?"
"No."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "It's the Knights Templar."
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The roar sounded and the earthquake shook.
The twisted steel is embedded in the wall, and the sharp edges and corners carry dry blood.
The neigh of the monster came from outside.
"Trap! This is a trap!"
The dying knight pulled Vasco by the collar, and screamed with all his strength: "Don't you understand? Those guys tricked us here, they want to wipe us out here!
Go, go! "
He begged in a low voice: "If you don't leave, it will be too late..."
Boom!
Outside the chapel~IndoMTL.com~ something is rushing into the door frantically, making a loud noise. A sad bulge appeared on the tattered heavy iron gate.
The sound of steel collision and friction is very harsh.
The shock is transmitted to the wall, shaking off the dust, and the dust falls into a pool of blood.
On the Templar's armor, the mercury torch on the shoulder emits a cold light, illuminating the dry corpses that have been nailed to the wall. The priests had been drained by something, torn to pieces, nails nailed them to the wall, and shook slightly with the shock.
On the lecturer's podium, the head of the chief priest was concocted to be extremely complete and lifelike. It was strung on a rusty spear, and smiled gratefully at the Templars who had come for a long time.
Half an hour ago, the holy city was in chaos.
The Holy City wartime measures failed to activate, and even the Armageddon line of defense was not opened.
As soon as the voice of the Hundred Eyes rang, the two Knights Templars stationed in the Holy City were attacked first. After being heavily encircled, the two sides merged smoothly and received the position of the temporary headquarters and requests for help from the Ether Channel. information.
But everyone did not expect that after coming in from the encirclement of countless demons, they would be greeted with such a sight.
The entire ‘command center’ is empty, there is not a single living person, only the dense corpses on the walls and the sky.
This is a trap.
Now, they are all trapped in the chapel.
The effect of the stimulant finally passed, and the knight who was half-opened lowered his head and broke off breathing. The lungs stuffed into the wound became cold.
Vasco reached out and smoothed his eyes.
"May your soul return to heaven and be with the sacred."
He sighed softly. (To be continued.)