Silent Crown Chapter 571: Return

When the black warship docked, the entire harbor fell into silence. Please see the most complete! Everyone stared silently at the sharp silhouette it cast in the darkness.

There was a cold wind blowing from afar with a strong smell of fish.

Lancelot covered his mouth, coughing depressedly, and wiped the blood from his fingers with a handkerchief for a long time.

A deep sigh sounded from around.

Mephistopheles reached out and handed him a small hand warmer. Lancelot did not refuse, holding the hand warmer, his face became slightly ruddy.

"How long can your body support?"

Mephiste’s blind eyes seemed to fall on his chest, and through the clothes, he saw the old disease that lingered in the lungs, "The doctor should have told you that it shouldn’t have come out."

"There are always exceptions to everything."

Lancelot shook his head, stared at the silent shadow, and whispered softly: "I want to see him, I want to."

"Lancelot, everyone who comes here thinks."

Mephistopheles' turbid, luminous eyes stared straight ahead, but they seemed to fall into their eyes.

The blind eyes looked down on the crowd, looked at the civilians, nobles, merchants, and soldiers, and distinguished their faces one by one, as if they had seen what they were thinking in their hearts.

"Some people are in respect."

"Some people are here to stand."

"Some people want to make a show..."

He paused, blindly landing on the outermost side of the port, and a trace of sigh and awe appeared in the muddy eyes above the surging crowd that stretched to the end of the road.

"And some people are here to see the legend."

At that moment, a deep voice sounded.

The first is the low and deep reverberation of the hub friction of the steel armor, followed by the clanging echo of the iron boots stepping on the deck. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered into legions, assembled in arrays, and moved forward, evolving into Great roar.

The dead sea turbulent before the sound, making waves.

The cold sea breeze swept through, blowing the faces that struggled to squeeze a smile white.

The people who rushed forward to show themselves and friendship for the first time were stunned.

Pausing in that voice, couldn't help but want to step back.

Because in the light of the wind lantern, the crimson banner was held up again, and the holy emblem rolled forward in the wind.

Two rows of armored knights stained black by the blood of the demon walked out of the slowly opened gate. Under the shining of the light, the steel visor reflected the cold light, so hideous.

The burly to inhuman priests hold the crimson flag high and open the way in the forefront. They wear chain hoods, but their robes are covered with heavy iron armor. With the low footsteps, the leaves of the nails rub against, and they send out The sonorous echo.

The priest who led the way went straight forward, as if he hadn't seen the welcome people approaching him at all, and his speed did not slow down. It made those enthusiastic smiles stiff and unsustainable.

The people who leaned forward hurriedly backed away, the warm welcome atmosphere was broken, silence and embarrassment.

"What...what's going on?"

Several representatives of the nobles wiped their cold sweat and glanced at each other. Someone was pushed out, reluctantly mustering up the courage to meet the priest who led the way.

But the advancing line never stopped, and moved forward slowly, making the representative who was blocking in front stunned, his face becoming paler and paler.

Until the end, the footsteps stopped in front of him.

The priest holding the banner lowered his eyes, seeming to look at him.

Under the dim light, the burly priest cast a thick black shadow, covering the pale face, making him swallow and spit, and smile reluctantly:

"Here is the chief of Avalon..."

"Ru Dang bowed his head."

The hoarse voice sounded, interrupting him.

In the fuzzy silhouette of the backlight, there seemed to be a solemn and indifferent gaze cast, with iron-like majesty, which made it difficult for him to maintain the smile on his face, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

He looked away, afraid to look at those pupils again.

The priest withdrew his sight and declared coldly:

"——Fear the gods."

In the deadly cold wind, only the holy emblem was hunting and hunting on the banner.

Vague footsteps sounded from a distance.

In everyone's gaze, the thin figure walked out of the darkness, walking on the road paved by the purifiers, and entering under the dim light.

In the dead silence, the sound of breathing disappeared.

Only the faint sound of footsteps echoed.

In the roar of steel friction, the armored knights knelt on the ground and bowed their heads toward the dominators, while in the guards of the priests, the thin young man stepped off the battleship and stepped onto the harbor, in the cold He sighed into the palm of the wind, rubbing his hands, seemingly unaccustomed to the cold of winter.

The sacred belt decorated with green and gold dangled from his shoulders and landed on the sacrificial clothing. It's not the deep red that the archbishops love, but the deep purple.

Under the shining of the swaying wind lamp, the white hair was blown up by the wind, like burning mercury.

In the silence, he stood on the shore, gazing at this long-lost city. Obviously it was only a short goodbye of four months, but everything became completely different.

A lot of things have been changed.

Everything in the past has disappeared.

But the things in its bones have not changed.

Avalon...

"Finally back."

Ye Qingxuan whispered softly.

Under the fluttering scarlet holy emblem, he looked down at the crowd and raised his hand, just like the emperor who came here back then, proclaiming the truth to mortals.

"——God Bless Angelu."

So, cheers sounded like a tsunami.

The crowd is surging, like boiling.

Countless chaotic footsteps made the ground tremble, and dust flew up, turbulent in the air, trembling with the shouts of countless people.

The fanatical crowd stared at the round of holy emblems, and the figure of the young man, waving their arms, surging forward, trying to cross the restricted area again and again, regardless of how the guards outside blocked them.

Countless people held up the lantern in their hands, waved their arms, and shouted at Ye Qingxuan, exhausting all their rhetoric to praise.

As Ye Qingxuan moved forward, the banner of the holy emblem was lifted high in the gale, and the believers became more and more enthusiastic and bowed to the salvation that came before them.

Those messy shouts gradually overlapped, becoming the same sentence, the same voice.

"The Hand of God!"

The crowd looked up at Ye Qingxuan's figure and enthusiastically praised: "God's hand!"

"The Hand of God!!!"

The shouts of countless people gathered in one place, and they shook the world.

This is the murmur of this silent city.

It is like finally welcoming the real master, respectfully offering everything, and humbly pleading for salvation from those who come.

Amid the deafening shouts, all the people in front looked at each other, their complexions slightly changed.

Clearly trying to maintain composure, but can't hide the horror and fear that emerges in my eyes.

They didn't know Ye Qingxuan's identity and past. As early as the moment Ye Qingxuan returned, his past information and past were placed in front of countless people.

In the beginning, they wanted to unite and bring this powerful force into their palms. Later, when they saw the power, they eagerly wanted to befriend the returning guest.

But now, they don't even have the courage to stay here and introduce themselves.

At that moment, they finally understood: They are not loyal soldiers, naive heroes, or politicians who can be impressed with benefits and compromises.

The priest said to them: You should bow your head and fear the gods.

Under the deep purple sacrificial drape and the holy band which symbolizes justice, it is not the young man they expected, but the archbishop of the holy city and the grand judge of the re-established religious court. , The'Hand of God' that comes with iron and fire!

All mortals who are indulged in power and desire are like dust in his eyes.

"A madman again..."

Someone whispered.

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"Lancelot, don't you understand?

Mephistopheles looked back at the lost Lancelot:

"Avalon has changed, old friend, and the world has changed. He is no longer the kid you can protect.

I know what you think, but you can't change him. "

Lancelot's eyes drooped, just silent.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Ye Qingxuan stepped forward, looked at the old archbishop in front of him, and smiled.

"Archbishop Mephistopheles, it’s nice to see that you are still safe."

He habitually wanted to salute, but he raised his palm and was stopped by Mephistopheles.

The muddy blind eyes lifted up, as if looking at the young man in front of them, and after a long time, they smiled with emotion.

"You are already the hand of the gods, your archbishop, you don't need to salute me."

Speaking, Mephistopheles took off the seal ring representing power on his index finger, and put it on Ye Qingxuan’s right hand preciously. Finally, he bent down and lifted his right hand, making the seal ring lightly touched Forehead.

"I am old."

He smiled, as if he was relieved of the burden: "From then on, all affairs of the Diocese of Anglo have been determined by you."

Ye Qingxuan never expected that, just after he returned, the Archbishop of Mephistopheles would hand over to him the Westminster Abbey and the entire Avalon barrier that had been guarded for decades.

Although he is also the Grand Judge, in the teaching position, he is still at the same level as Mephistopheles. Even as the regional bishop, Mephistopheles can ignore Ye Qingxuan's meaning at all.

This is the right granted to Mephistopheles by the Order.

But now, he puts all this in his own hands.

"I'm afraid you have more things to deal with next, so I won't bother you anymore."

Mephistopheles did not wait for him to refuse, but nodded goodbye: "I have prepared a station for your subordinates at Westminster Abbey, and I will be there waiting for you in the next time."

After saying that, he backed away with the support of his entourage and left.

Only the moment he passed by Shi Dong, his footsteps stopped for a moment, as if he bowed his head and saluted, but it was unnoticeable.

Until the end, Ye Qingxuan sighed and looked forward.

Looking at Lancelot, who was waiting for a long time in front of him, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lancelot supported his cane, pushed away the support of others, and stepped forward.

I got closer, looking at his face, as if I was discerning the outline of the past, as if I was looking at a family member who had returned from a long absence, his eyes became complicated and relieved.

"Are you back?" he asked softly.

"En."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, then froze in place.

Because Lancelot raised his arm with difficulty and hugged him.

For the first time in so many years, I hugged, but I feel weak.

"Just come back."

He said, "It's fine when you come back."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, trying to break away, but hesitated, did not refuse.

Soon~IndoMTL.com~Lancelot realized his gaffe, let go, wiped the corner of his eyes awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited. Over the years, I have been looking forward to your return. It’s great that you can come back."

Speaking, he supported Ye Qingxuan with a cane and staggered forward: "Let's go, I will take you back. I have a lot to say to you, Xiaoyezi, a lot of words."

But Ye Qingxuan stood there, looking around, his eyes became confused: "Why are it just you? Maxwell? That old bastard, wouldn't he still be pretending to be connected to the wind, right?"

Lancelot was silent for a moment, and smiled reluctantly: "Something happened that everyone didn't expect. He has no way to come here for the time being."

"I will take you back to rest first."

Lancelot staggered his eyes and stopped looking at his eyes: "A lot of things have happened these days. There is enough time, you can slowly understand."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, was silent for a long time, and slowly nodded.

"Okay." To be continued.