Silent Crown Chapter 520: Rain blood
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The Sharoman Temple, at this moment, has turned into a terrifying place that has detached from the world.
The light is distorted, the storm is turbulent, and the burning flame rises into the sky, transforms into clouds, and then drops a terrifying iron rain. The steel melted into juice in the flame cloud, flew in the air, and finally landed on the ground, blooming like a flower.
The mutilated icon stands among the flowers, holding his head in his arms, the distorted face is either despair or compassion.
On more features, there are only two empty eye sockets, and tears of iron hang on his cheeks.
It's like weeping.
It's like a pair of terrifying big hands are constantly changing everything here, after breaking heaven and hell, stirring and fusion, creating a deformed unity and body.
In the very center of the hall, is the holy cauldron suspended in midair.
In the ordinary sacred cauldron, it seems to encompass and shrink the fierce battles in the etheric realm. Light and darkness boil in the cauldron, strangling each other, bursting out the chant of heaven or the cry of the abyss.
As the Hundred Eyes are pressing closer, the dark ground patterns spread on the sacred cauldron, almost occupying its main body, completely becoming one with it.
Behind the sacred cauldron, the pope remained expressionless.
The solemn and sacred face is full of cracks, like burnt ceramics.
In front of the sacred cauldron is the original dark pope Ludovic, who is like darkness condensed, and the incarnation of natural disasters who reveals the horrible nature is unscrupulously venting the power in the body.
It is like guiding the war of the gods in the etheric realm. They use the sacred cauldron as the battlefield, fighting each other, vying for the way to the throne of the gods.
A mess.
Countless music theories are involved in each other, engaged in cruel tug-of-wars, constantly broken, and repaired again, and even annihilated in the battle between the two sides in an instant, and a new battle is opened on another level.
But there is no doubt that the Hundred Eyes have already taken the initiative, and even the upper hand.
Occupying the sacred cauldron, the Hundred Eyes have planned this for hundreds of years, using countless methods, and walking all the roads, just for this one goal.
Until today, I have finally been able to approach this result.
With the endless power cast by the ontology from the etheric realm, Ludovich at this moment has become the real human incarnation of the Hundred Eyes, suppressing all the Pope's counterattacks to death, making the King of Red fall into passive defense.
But as the bell of the holy city barrier burst, the holy city awakened and entered the locked state again. Countless music theories are separated between the physical realm and the etheric realm, forming a huge buffer layer.
With this buffer, the cooperation of the Hundred Eyes with Ludovic was immediately delayed. There is power in the sky, but it can't operate flexibly. Even the body of the original dark pope condensed from pure darkness began to gradually dissipate and become thinner.
In just a few short fingers, the King of Scarlet equalized the situation and even lost the initiative.
"It seems that your plan is not as perfect as you think."
The Scarlet King's expression is not happy, but still as cold as iron: "After so many years of preparations, and being tied, it is not a success in itself. Do you want to continue to struggle?
Hundred eyes, be sensible, and consider the long-term.
This game is not yet over, and this world does not belong to you. "
"Doesn't belong to me?"
Ludovich sneered: "Come on! Why make this hypocritical face in front of me? In order to usurp the source, human beings abandoned their original path and developed themselves into such a deformity.
I think I am righteous, while spitting on the depravity, and **** hands at the same time... Isn't it the one that usurped the past and the future of mankind and buried the sins of the past?
You dare not even let others know what happened before the Dark Ages! "
"Everything is for the survival of mankind."
In the body of the Red King, the voices of more than a dozen popes in the past responded indifferently: "The sect is right or wrong. The future history will have its own justice, but it has nothing to do with you."
"Hahahahaha!!!!"
Ludovich was amused, and moved forward, dark riots, pressing harder and harder, suppressing the Scarlet King's counterattack. He pressed his hands on the edge of the sacred cauldron and clasped it tightly, as if he wanted to melt it into his arms.
As he laughed, it seemed as if the sacred cauldron was also shaking, as if it was... responding to him!
"Did you see it? This unique resonance!"
Ludovich stared at the Scarlet King with a thunderous voice: "For so many years, you have regarded me as the devil and enemy, pushing me to the opposite side of yours, but you still refuse to admit that my strength comes from you.
Why dare you not tell those mortals?
I am the only proof that your **** exists! "
In the body of the original dark pope, the loud voice from the etheric realm roared:
"——I am the only incarnation of your ethereal God in this world!"
"You are just a defective product, Hundred Eyes."
The pope shook his head expressionlessly, "It's like Arthur who tried to become a natural disaster and build the kingdom of God on earth. No, Arthur himself chose the path of fall and became like you...
From ancient times to the present, there have been countless existences who want to become true gods, like you, like Arthur, or other ambitious natural disasters. But these are wishful thinking!
The throne of God is in the great source, but unfortunately, no matter who it is, it is too far away from that throne! "
Crash!
The red king's body disintegrated again.
But what bursts out of it is the blazing divine light.
The fuzzy crown of light appeared from the top of the Pope’s head, like a scepter granted by God, majestic and lofty.
A ray of light emerged from the crown and poured into the sacred cauldron, making the sacred cauldron seem to be burnt red. It burned Ludovic's palm, causing him to loosen his hands and stagger back.
"It does not belong to you, Hundred Eyes!"
The Scarlet King said coldly.
It was like hearing a funny joke, hoarse and frantic laughter burst out of Ludovic’s body, with a brutal determination:
"——In that case, let it hang in the air!"
So, the note of destruction played.
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In the wilderness outside the holy city, a vague figure walked out of thin air.
Wearing a bone-faced head and wearing black clothes, riding a red blood-red horse, the aging crow soars from his shoulders, hovering in the air, shouting with a hoarse voice:
"The most powerful! The most powerful! The supreme is the most powerful! The most powerful death!"
It hangs high above the holy city, and shrieks hoarsely to everyone's ears.
"Let’s watch, the ignorant! The sky will burst, the earth will be shaken, and the mortal dust will be reduced to ashes under the wrath of God! And listen, the unbelievers! The living will scream, the dead will scream, life and Death is in the hands of the supreme being! And tremble, the rebellious! The abyss will open, **** will come, and all things will worship under the feet of the true ruler!"
In the midst of the crows, the black knight took out the horn from his arms and blew it with all his strength.
So the harsh sound resounded through the holy city, and the loud noise reverberated like the frantic roar of thousands of souls.
Boom!
The world is thundering.
Everyone felt a terrible palpitations and panic.
It's as if something is approaching, approaching, approaching again, until...close at hand!
Just as the crow said.
The sky burst, tearing open a huge gap, revealing the deep darkness behind it.
The breath from the abyss blows out, deep and pitch black, as if to contain endless malice, spreading the breath of the abyss towards the surroundings, causing the material rules to fall apart, and the day of the holy emblem is also washed out and dimmed. Almost extinguished.
The narrow rift and the dim holy emblem hanging in the sky seem to form a weird one-eye.
The ghost stared at the world, his eyes filled with cruelty and coldness.
Just looking at it will destroy all minds and counterattack.
At the core of the barrier, at that moment, Ye Qingxuan felt the terrifying impact most intuitively and in detail, and was almost taken into his soul, plunged into fear and confusion.
He forcibly cut the connection between himself and the enchantment, sweating and panting violently.
At this moment, in the star chart of the central temple, all etheric fluctuations have become dim and will soon dissipate. Because there is a huge black whirlpool, hanging high above countless stars.
It is a rift that leads to the abyss, a passage that exudes a frightening atmosphere.
It was also opened by the Hundred Eyes from the etheric realm...
A portal!
"What do you want to do?"
Ye Qingxuan stared at the whirlpool in a daze, and saw a huge amount of music theory surging in it, brewing this, forming... something, gushing out!
That is blood.
The scarlet color was left in the eye sockets formed by the fissure, and it fell into the mortal world.
Endless blood flowed in the air, forming a majestic rain of blood, which was sprinkled on the earth in a flash!
"Blood?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
In the abyss, countless demons wailed, and under the will of the hundred-eyed people, countless demons burst open one after another, and blood rushed out from the body like living creatures, gathering in one place, forming The mighty torrent.
On both sides of the river of blood~IndoMTL.com~ even the big monster watching by the side screamed, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and was quickly drawn into a mummy, which melted in the river of blood.
Overflowing from the abyss, spilling towards the world.
The blood is pouring down!
The holy emblem was dyed blood, bursting out with a coquettish light.
Under the gaze of that weird and abstract eye pupil, the connection world became extremely illusory, letting the rain of blood spilt and fall on the land of the holy city.
The city of steel was instantly covered with blood.
But that blood is alive.
They traversed and spread upstream of iron and steel, looking for lacunas and penetrating downwards. With the flick of his fingers, the rain of blood disappeared into the holy city, rushing down, rushing, and rushing along countless gaps.
Until the end, following the guidance, gathered somewhere.
Wo is filled with the seeds of disaster. (To be continued.)