Silent Crown Chapter 639: 2nd and 1st
Asgard, the capital of the country.
The ice sea condenses, and the chaotic snow blows from afar and falls on the huge city built on the hillside.
In the noisy city, enthusiasm rises, melting the snow falling in the sky into drizzle, and it is scattered on the city wall, the condensed icy edge extends downward, staring from a distance, like an upside-down forest.
From time to time, the broken ice falls and falls on the ground with a crisp sound.
This city chosen by the cold, lingers in this cold sound like a melody every day.
The fine sound diffused and melted into the wind. It crossed the huge city and rolled up the iceberg against the current. In the end, it struck the wall of gold and iron with a deep resonance.
In that entire city surrounded by mountains, the higher you go, the fewer buildings will be. Except for the Rock and Iron Academy, which occupies the middle level, it is the ‘Tower of Audience’ built by various huge clans here.
The sixteen clans who followed the emperor back then raised the flags and totems of the clans to defend the emperor. The nine electors who now make up the Senate, who replace the emperor to rule the country, are among them.
Countless flags hung on those high towers, fluttering in the wind and snow, and hunting.
The most conspicuous is the towering iron city at the highest point.
It was a huge palace made of steel, decorated with luxurious green gold, like a sleeping giant lying on the top of a mountain, listening to the hustle and bustle of the world, then slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the mortal dust.
Gradysheim.
The imperial palace, known as the "Golden Palace", is located on the highest lonely mountain in the world, the lonely and arrogant residence of the emperor. So far, it has been vacant for nearly a hundred years.
After the death of the last emperor, no one has been able to enter the master. Only the electors of the Senate can step into it and kowtow to the empty throne.
And just under the huge golden palace, the deepest part of Grasheim is rippling with eternal thunder.
Hundreds of large and small enchantments envelop the entire mountain belly, blocking all etheric fluctuations from revealing from it, hiding the terrifying power and majesty.
The eternal thunder illuminates the dark mountainside.
The thunder light is flowing like an ocean. After watching for a long time, I feel that the thunder and lightning are also condensed into metal, intertwined into the kingdom of the gods. The phantoms of countless gods were revealed from the thunder, and then disappeared immediately, leaving a shocking figure in this mortal dust.
Tiny mortals walk in it like dust.
This is the real core of Asgard, the real Golden Palace!
The vast ocean of lightning is turbulent between this narrow world, and what is rang is not the thunderbolt of thunder, but a magnificent movement.
For hundreds of years, countless musicians have incorporated their own chapters of destiny into them and turned them into a part of the gods in the golden palace. Countless fireworks converged into a terrifying flame, turning the sea of thunder into a palace and giving birth to miraculous embryos.
Just in front of the huge azure gate, the powerful rainbow light flowing from the etheric realm is almost condensed into substance, turning into a huge bridge, leading mortals from the world to the kingdom of gods.
After gathering the German power of Asgar, the life of countless musicians, hundreds of high-level elements, and 14 divine elements have been created, which is a blank natural disaster created by artificial force.
Just in the process of gestation, the etheric realm has been permanently collapsed, and on the level of this material realm, a kingdom of sublimation has evolved.
Even before it was born, it revealed the terrifying power of the four living creatures, and the terrible destructive power far superior to the eight phenomena.
Even if it is sealed off by the nine green gates, the majesty revealed by it makes it difficult for the old people in front of the gate to resist.
That is the eternal throne of the future emperor, a god-level natural disaster created by man after disobeying the order of the cult.
The king of kings-Odin!
But in such a sacred place, behind the layers of green and gold doors, there was a vague wailing.
As if experiencing unimaginable torture, the hoarse roar is like a dying beast, constantly ringing, full of pain and madness.
Above the Rainbow Bridge, nine elderly people in Chinese clothes from the Senate looked at each other, with a hint of shock in their eyes.
"Helmut, how long has he been in?"
"One hour."
Among them, the elder in red raised his eyes and said softly: "It has been twice as long as it was at the beginning, and he has persisted for longer and longer under Odin's divine tempering..."
"It's crazy." The old man in white shook his head: "The arrogance in his heart is bigger than we know."
"The emperor should be arrogant."
The veteran of Tsing Yi said: "If he can pass the final trial, he may not be able to merge with Odin and become the true king of God. Now he has gained the resonance of Odin’s elements, and the prospects are promising. I think we can Stay on the sidelines."
The veteran in white did not respond, but stared silently at the green gate.
No one thought that two months ago, after witnessing the scene where Bach cast the spear of fate, he would give the third emperor such a powerful stimulus.
Only one step away from the scepter, from an invincible genius musician, known as the third emperor who can touch Dayuan in the future...Even the King of Blue cannot step into it within a hundred steps.
The gap of a hundred steps is the desperate distance between Tianyuan.
Two days after Bach's departure, the third emperor returned to the capital, met with nine electors, and made his own request.
Then, embarked on this path of death that swallowed many masters and scepters.
He wants to get the approval of the sleeping Odin and become one with the blank divinity.
This is a strange road that only the emperor would choose for hundreds of years. To set foot on this road is equivalent to death.
No one can persist in the Golden Palace for an hour, and even before seeing Odin, he was destroyed by the power contained in the divine element and vanished into ashes.
Now, in the divine curtain and thunder's trial, the third emperor has not been melted by the endless thunder, but his own terrifying talent and potential has been continuously developed.
In just one month, six visits are like six deaths and rebirths.
When he crawled out of the bronze gate again, the nine electors could hardly recognize him.
Haggard and weak, like a pile of gravel, through the translucent chest cavity, you can faintly see the painful beating of the heart, and the blood seems to be eroded by the thunder entangled in the bone marrow. And half of the former handsome face has turned into coke, hideous and tragic.
Even an eye has already been wiped out.
But above the tragic face, in the remaining pupils, what flows is the golden majestic light. Like the epitome of the sea of thunder, what is brewing from it is the light of destruction and rebirth.
Odin's divinity has penetrated into his destiny chapter.
He has gradually stepped into that level of realm and won the favor of the King of Kings...
Half of that body is dead, but on the dead body, there is a **** resurrected.
At this moment, the third emperor is no longer a pure human body, but a hero who is enough to create a great cause in the myth, and a demigod who inherits the blood of the gods.
Now, the tragic scars are quickly leaving, the flesh is regenerating, and the skin is growing again, but the missing left eye is still empty and never returned.
But the thunder light in the other eye pupil is getting fiercer.
"What's wrong with this?"
The third emperor leaned against the bronze gate, and when he saw the old people in front of the gate, his eyes became cheerful, "What did I do wrong again?
Nine noble electors in the Senate, unexpectedly condescended to look for me, the third emperor? "
"Now you are second."
Helmut said: "You have proven your ability to the Senate. From now on, you will be promoted to the second emperor. I hope you can go further."
"Not the first?"
The young man who is already the second emperor smiled hoarsely, raised his head, looked around, and asked teasingly: "Where is my trash brother? He must be here too?"
Speaking, he looked behind the nine old people: "Is that you? Brother, I saw your crutches. I can't see clearly anymore, please come closer."
"Yes, my dear brother, it's me."
There was a low voice, and the rickety middle-aged man limped forward with a cane.
Obviously he is only middle-aged, but he looks as if he is already very old, his hair has begun to faintly gray, his natural spinal deformity makes his body rickets, and his underdeveloped right leg prevents him from leaving the crutches and walking independently.
As he approaches, the contrast between the two grows stronger.
One is as handsome as a god, and the other is ugly and rickety. They are two extremes.
It is hard to imagine that this is the first emperor, the closest candidate to the throne of Asgard.
Every ten years, the Senate selects young people who are qualified to be emperors from all the clans, brings them together, calls each other brothers, abandons their original parents, and abandons their own names. Become the emperor's son.
In a long time, they will compete for the true winner, seize the slim chance and become the only orthodox emperor in the entire West.
At this moment, this rickety first emperor is the one closest to the throne.
There is no second one.
"After a few years of absence, you are getting older and older, brother."
The second emperor stretched out his hand and rubbed his somewhat grizzled hair playfully: "Take care of your body, don't wait until I beat you and die."
The first emperor was pushed into an embarrassment and almost fell.
The elders frowned.
But the first emperor was not furious, just raised one eye from the messy hair and looked at him with a smile: "Do you want my name so? My brother..."
"Don't be too slack, brother."
The second emperor responded indifferently: "I won't let a deformity ride on my head for too long."
"If this is the case, then go and bring back Guixu."
The first emperor looked at him and said softly: "My promise, the six electors as proof, if you return triumphantly, I can give you everything."
In the long silence, the second emperor was stunned.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
The first emperor looked at the nine electors behind him: "The Senate will witness our gambling agreement."
"Very good."
The second emperor laughed happily, staring at the old people: "I will prove to you who is the real master of this country!"
He patted the first emperor on the shoulder, turned and left.
"Wait at ease, brother, in the future, I will help you prepare a chair next to my throne so that I can touch your wise little head at any time."
Soon, the electors of the Senate left, leaving only Helmut and the silent first emperor.
Helmuth looked at the direction of the second emperor's departure, his eyes disappointed: "He is too proud."
"But he is strong enough, isn't he?" the first emperor asked rhetorically.
"This is exactly what I am worried about."
The old elector sighed, "Asgard is also strong enough~IndoMTL.com~ does not need a powerful emperor. His pride will destroy him, and if he is an emperor, his pride will destroy him. This country."
Speaking, he looked at the first emperor: "Why give up now? Believe me, you are the closest person to the throne in a hundred years...none of them.
You still have enough time, try again. "
"He has it too."
The first emperor's eyes were silent: "There is enough time for him to change slowly, and I will help him."
Helmut shook his head.
"I don't know what you say to get the Senate to accept this proposal, but you are probably too pessimistic. Even if there is no emperor, the Senate is enough to continue to maintain this empire."
"No, the Senate system protected Asgard when this country lost its master, but Asgard can no longer rely on the Senate."
The first emperor is holding a cane, and his voice is low: "The times are different, Helmut, everything is changing rapidly, and we are not allowed to copy the past system and conduct arguments and meetings slowly...too many Sound will only ruin this country.
It only needs a leader.
A strong, majestic leader who can guide the Asgardians. "
The old man asked back: "Even if that person is not you?"
The first emperor smiled, lowered his head, and patted his deformed right leg in the silence: "From the day I found out that I was a deformity, I knew that person would not be me. "
Helmut was silent.
"Anyway, for Asgard, it doesn't matter who the emperor is, does it?"
The crutches hit the ground, and the rickety middle-aged man turned and left:
"As long as it is not a lame..."
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