Silent Crown Chapter 756: Why is it strong
"...Is this guy crazy?"
Even Ye Qingxuan didn't expect this kind of unfolding suddenly. Mobile access
In spite of the trauma left by his hand, Handel didn’t even repair the cracks on the scepter. Instead, he gave up straightening out the chaotic music theory. Instead, he threw a bet, broke the jar, and started betting. Life.
Would you like to be so exaggerated?
Staring at the huge beam of light above the sea fortress, Ye Qingxuan suddenly felt a toothache.
Of course he knows what it is. In fact, few people in the whole world don't know what it is.
That is the core power of the sacred name inheritance, the'inhuman power' that every saint possesses in the core music theory-the essence derived from the sacred cauldron conforms to the call of the sacred scriptures, and gives mankind The power of the gods.
Break all barriers, beyond all specifications, without the slightest logic, without any logic... Just like Schubert’s Redeeming "Prometheus", Haydnana can open up a material fault in the etheric realm , Like the "Genesis" that created the world...
This is Handel's complete posture, forcibly fusing the Messiah's rod with his own scepter, transcending the limitations of the flesh, and forcibly turning his etheric incarnation, that is, the ‘Holy Spirit’, into the ‘Savior’.
Exterminate all suffering in the world, and exterminate all kinds of demons.
End all foreign roads.
Because the age of man is coming.
For example, the fire of the alchemist, the alkali of the bleacher...
If this authority is implemented in the material world, it will be a lore against all inhumans, whether it is natural disasters, demons, weirdness, divine tools, or happy rational spirits...
Although there is only one chance, it is enough to repel any natural disasters and open up a pure land for human survival.
It's just that Ye Qingxuan didn't expect that each Handel has only one chance in his life, and the other party actually used it on himself...How much hatred is this guy and himself!
What a grievance it is!
If you don't go to treatment for serious injuries, you will be forced to enter the state of savior if you spend your entire life in a wheelchair with a breathing tube. Let alone whether there is any hidden danger in this unstable state of savior, but what is this picture of!
Does he think that the power against natural disasters will have any effect on him?
Wait...
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He raised his head and looked at the crown of light above his head. He lowered his head and looked at his chest, the heavenly ladder connected to the Avalon ethernet.
It seems...I am indeed a natural disaster right now.
Furthermore, he is a **** ‘double natural disaster’ musician who is blessed by both the Golden Dragon and the Ethereum Net!
Furthermore, at this juncture of shit, under the full suppression of Asgard's Gangnir, both the heaven on earth and the etheric net must defend Avalon, unable to give himself more help.
In other words, although I only have two titles, it sounds terrible, but in fact...the water is very good.
Sora has double the output capacity of natural disasters, but the ether reserve in the black box is already stretched.
At the same time, the double killing intent and double restraint against the double natural disasters caused Ye Qingxuan to count down in an instant. He couldn't even breathe a breath of air, and jumped up from the chair:
"Retreat! Retreat! Asgardians are desperate!"
Before the words fell, the blue sea, frozen by the light, suddenly burst out like an earthquake roar, and the frozen sea was trembling because of the majestic power spreading in it.
It was the roar of countless ether cannons at the same time.
Under the full impetus of the saints, the entire sea fortress, hundreds of super-large etheric cannons, and countless small alchemy weapons were activated at the same time.
It is like countless stars rising from the sea fortress, shaking the sky, drawing a stern arc, and falling toward the royal fleet.
In an instant, Longwei's armor was like thin paper in a torrential rain, becoming riddled with the roar of one after another, the battleship wailed, the armor was shattered, and it was difficult to avoid.
As the controller, Ye Qingxuan, who became the entire fleet, felt the pain of tearing apart. He almost drew the power from the black box through the ladder and quickly repaired the fleet, but it was difficult to keep up with the speed of destruction.
Even the projection of the golden dragon is like a candle in the wind, swaying quickly, and the music theory of the winning golden medal falls apart under the attack of the power of Messiah.
If it were not for the nearly infinite carrying capacity of the Wand of Destiny, the Royal Fleet would have fallen apart in the first round of shelling. -
At this moment, it is not only Ye Qingxuan who is trapped in the coercion, even in the sea fortress, the commander is completely sluggish.
"Your Excellency Rommel, what are you doing!"
He broke into the central control room and looked at the savior bathed in fiery divine light, "Why suddenly all the ether reserves of the sea fortress were mobilized, if we squander it now, how can we attack Avalon? "
"Avalon? Don't you understand?"
Rommel looked at him coldly, with an indifferent expression: "The threat he poses to the world is far above Anglo! Even higher than Gaius and the so-called "God Son"!
As long as Ye Qingxuan can be destroyed here, whether it is Avalon or Angru, it is not to be afraid! I have been waiting from the beginning of the war until now, if I want to destroy him completely, this is the only chance! "
The commander was stunned, suddenly realized, and fell into anger: "You madmen of the holy city! What do you use Asgard as! Tool? Or cannon fodder! His Majesty has given you such a deep trust in vain!
Stop him immediately, immediately! "
The last sentence was an order to the scepter musician next to him, but the scepter musician fell silent and sighed for a long time.
"Sorry..."
He stretched out his hand and pointed out, silently, the commander turned into a handful of dissipated ashes.
All his power comes from the elements of the scriptures, and if the cult abandons it, he will have nothing.
Klein, who had witnessed all this, only felt a sorrow, and looked at Rommel coldly:
"My turn is next?"
"Mr. Klein, please don't embarrass me."
Rommel looked at him: "You are a precious scepter musician, life is of great value, why make unnecessary sacrifices here?"
Klein did not speak, but smiled miserably, turned and walked to the corner of the central control room, did it, closed his eyes, and said nothing.
He gave up.
"Then, please cooperate with me next."
Rommel looked at the other silent scepter.
The musician sighed helplessly, opened his scepter, and let Rommel take over.
So, the four-sided flame sword bathed in sacred glow rose from the sea fortress, with the Messiah rod as the core, and the flame sword that represented destruction and guard revolved, setting off the sky and the earth. In the tornado, countless rays of light gathered towards the sword of the gods, and in the end, it crashed down.
The fiery light lashed at the material world, tearing the sea and the sky apart. Wherever the sword passed, the barriers between the material world and the etheric world were cut apart, leaving a series of black cracks.
Ye Qingxuan's face was gloomy, and he clenched the scepter.
It must be... desperate.
The mighty chant sounded out of thin air, and solemn and solemn melody ran between heaven and earth. In an instant, after the entire black box of ether reserves was completely emptied, countless electric lights burst out of thin air, and the harsh sounds of electric currents converged in one place, but Turned into the killing melody of "The Day of God's Wrath".
Countless electric lights converged, turned into a vague figure, raised the sickle of God's Fury, and cut it out toward the sky!
At that moment, the solidified sea completely fell apart.
With the roar, countless sea water collapses and smashes like iron stones, and countless dust-like vapors rise to the surroundings. The terrifying collision burst with endless light and heat.
But in the earth-shattering collision, no one noticed that a small dust fell on the side of the nomadic mountain.
The knight covered in gray power armor took a deep breath and unscrewed the empty hilt in his hand.
So, the turbulent ether gushes out from the hilt, and they are bound in the invisible field. They go back and forth thousands of times in an instant, forming an invisible blade.
"Assassinating the chief judge... Rommel, you can't figure it out."
The knight whispered softly, recalling the appearance of Rommel before the battle.
"Schwarz, I have gone into a misunderstanding."
The former saint looked at him, "My arrogance caused this shortcoming, ignoring the difference between Ye Qingxuan and others in the past. Too much thinking made me fall into the cage of his consciousness, always one step behind him. , It is difficult to surpass his fortune...but you are different, so I will give you the only chance.
Next, I will be like him: use myself as a bargaining chip to make a big bet and bring him closer to this bet.
The key to victory is not in the gambling, but in your hands... Do what you do best when he is fully dealing with me.
——Kill him at all costs! "
"That is to let me ignore your motivation to betray Asgard, give up your duties and go to the nomadic mountain to die?"
"Will you refuse?"
Rommel opened his hands and looked at him: "Don't worry, I won't kill you, so please choose:
I went back to Asgard to be the guard of the Golden Palace, who would never see the light for a lifetime, and died humiliatingly in the darkness that no one paid attention to. Or should he give up his life to kill Ye Qingxuan and be remembered in the history books? "
Rommel looked at him as if he had seen through the unwillingness in his heart for a long time, and under the guise of wordy words, he could see through the anger.
"You are such a devil, Rommel."
Schwarz no longer recalled, and whispered softly: "I hope the gods will redeem my soul from hell."
At that moment, he closed his eyes and pressed his palm to his chest. Across the heavy armor, it seemed to press on the ancient holy emblem.
So, in an instant, the sacred creation that had been passed down for hundreds of years in the sacred art gallery was awakened, turned into a streamer, and swallowed his figure.
His body suddenly disappeared.
In the next moment, there was no sign, no reason, and suddenly appeared on the bridge, leaving the body toward the consciousness, Ye Qingxuan, who had no ability to resist, stabbed the etheric sword in his hand.
As if blood fire and soul were pinned on it, in an instant, at the moment the alarm sounded, the sword blade penetrated the heavy steel chair, tearing Ye Qingxuan's back heart, and cutting a hole in his chest. A big hole, hot blades gushing out from his chest.
The blood evaporates and dries up.
The blade disappeared.
"Your Highness! You..."
Beside Ye Qingxuan, the Knights of the Round Table who was guarding him fell into a rage. He was maddened by everything in front of him. He rushed forward desperately. He didn't even have time to draw his sword. He desperately activated the armor's highest drive, even He tore his muscles and ran into Schwartz.
But there is no real feeling of hitting anything, like a cloud of dust.
Schwarz's steel armor turned into iron sand and fell chaotically. Under the armor, it seemed to be thrown into the crematorium and turned into rusty dust.
Only a dim holy emblem fell on the ground, without any light.
He is dead.
As early as the moment he appeared, he died.
Completely contrary to reality, the holy emblem that transported him to the bridge was the product of a wind tunnel test hundreds of years ago, and it was a failure of close-range biological transmission.
The human body was broken into tens of millions of particles, and then assembled again on the other end... Such a beautiful idea has never been realized, it can only turn humans into corpses.
In that instant, Schwartz was dead.
What remains is the pain lurking in the dark for decades, the sorrow that no one knows, and the unwillingness brought by the shackles.
Perseverance seems to have power, almost contrary to reason, driving his corpse, his wreckage, and stabbing this miraculous sword at the moment of reorganization and death.
In an instant, the situation reversed.
The crown of light falls apart.
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and vomited blood. Then, the nomadic mountain wailed, and the steel twisted voice burst out, and countless blood flowed out from under the broken armor and dripped on the sea.
In the sound of alarms one after another, I don't know how many devices are destroyed in an instant, only the heart of the core ether pool is undulating weakly, maintaining the integrity of the nomadic mountain.
Under the aftermath of the Flame Sword, the first Royal Fleet was instantly damaged by nearly half.
In the severe pain, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, took out the medicine from his pocket, and injected it into his neck. The effect of the medicine quickly volatilized, making his chaotic consciousness clear again.
The pain became clearer and more maddening.
"Heart again?"
He lowered his head, looked at the chest that had been opened with a big hole, and saw the fragments of the heart, but he didn't feel panic, but rather numb and helpless.
"You are really troubled and troubled."
He shook his head bitterly, took out the broken heart from the crack, and sighed helplessly.
It's not just the heart. He felt that the music theory in his body had become a mess, and even the scepter, which was originally incomparably clear, could not be sensed now, as if lost in the fog of the future.
This is the lore of this hit!
I don’t know how long I have been preparing for a dead end tailored specifically for myself.
If it were not for his deep blessing of double natural disasters, he sacrificed the crown of the triumphant golden medal and barely protected the integrity of himself and the fleet, otherwise the entire fleet would have been wiped out with him now.
"His Royal Highness! Below... Ten thousand deaths are hard to redeem!"
The guard looked at the gap in front of Shang Ye Qingxuan's eyes blankly, flushed with humiliation, kneeled on the ground, pleaded guilty to Ye Qingxuan, took out the long sword, and prepared to judge himself.
"It's okay, I have a hard life."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, supported his shoulders and the erratic rod of fate, stood up, coughed violently, and squirted out of learning: "This level can only be counted as a serious injury at best, at most it is scrapped. .
Look up, you are not to blame. "
The knight looked at him blankly and saw him beckoning to himself.
"Let's go."
Ye Qingxuan pushed open the broken hatch and stepped on the stairs leading to the deck: "Let me meet the'confidant' who has tried so hard and wants to take my life at all costs."
It seems that Ye Qingxuan's reaction and arrangement has already been sidelined. That guy, at the most critical moment, guessed it once-arranged for the dead man to stab himself with a sword that determines the outcome.
Being used to the wind and waves, I was so embarrassed by someone who had never heard of the name.
Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
What a shame.
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On the burning and cracked deck, Ye Qingxuan stood beside the cracked ship's gunwale. He looked up and stared at the glorious light in that sea fortress, his expression became complicated and helpless.
"What on earth do you picture?"
He asked softly.
As if to hear his question, the savior appeared on the sea fortress.
Rommel in the flames looked coldly at the big hole in front of Ye Qingxuan's chest and looked at him embarrassed, without mercy: "On the order of the Holy See, against the rebellion against God's way, he will send a divine punishment.
——This is the only righteousness and righteousness in the world! "
Ye Qingxuan was amused~IndoMTL.com~ The first time I heard someone speak to me with justice and justice. "
"Do you still think that you are the hand of God?"
Rommel sneered indifferently: "Neither the Inquisition nor you have been abandoned by the gods.
Can't recognize your own destiny, don't follow the arrangements of the gods, and use the grace of the gods in vain. This is your way to take death!
Now, what tricks do you have to defy your destiny? Do you use your non-existent scepter? Or those forces derived from external natural disasters? "
Ye Qingxuan silently listened to the verdict from the silent agency, and his look at Rommel became weird. After a long time, he sighed helplessly.
It seems to recognize the fate, and it seems to be... pity for the enemy.
"Did you know?"
It seems like a chatter, he slowly raised his hand and pointed to his head: "Although I am known as the most talented musician for hundreds of years, I revive the hand of **** of the court.
But in fact, I am not even an orthodox musician, and I have not even graduated from the Royal Conservatory of Music. He has never entered the church, received baptism, and became a believer of the gods.
So, my strength has never come from music theory, nor does it come from the blessing of gods. I have never created any movement, let alone rely on the so-called scepter.
Because this was never what I wanted. "
"My friend, from beginning to end, you have made a mistake."
He looked at Rommel and said earnestly: "My strength comes from my will, my determination, and the future I want to create.
I know I am strong, but this is not because I got the power of the Ethernet network, but because..."
He stretched out his hand and pointed to the hollow in his chest, the crystal cube that did not know when it appeared in the heart, slowly rotating:
"——I am the ethernet!"