Silent Crown Chapter 819: Meet me
Along with Ye Qingxuan slowly raising the weapon in his hand, aiming at the front.
In the silence, everyone heard the voice.
Not a bang.
It’s a bit of ‘om’.
When the faint ether flow infiltrates the'brake valve' from Ye Qingxuan's hand, what is reflected in the induction is a complex structure that has never been seen before, so subtle that it is difficult to detect it even if you observe it with a microscope. The complex circuits and weird structures of, seem to have passed hundreds of thousands of years in an instant, and evolved into mechanical engineering in the realm of mythology.
If it is described in words, it is a ‘miracle’.
I don't know how to use it or how to control it. Even if it is a divine tool, it doesn't have any clue in the hand.
It should be like this.
For the celestial beings who have lost everything in the past hundreds of years, even if they get the terrorist weapons of the past, they should not be able to start. But now, Ye Qingxuan's heart is constantly showing memories that are definitely not his own.
That is the dream that settles in the deepest part of the brain. Hundreds of years ago, Ye Huan's experience and habit-a ghostly messenger, he pressed his thumb on the handle.
Fingerprints are imprinted with smooth steel. There was a slight pain in the thumb, like being punctured by an invisible needle. Immediately afterwards, hallucinations sounded from the skull.
Immediately, there was a shocking red.
[External Module·Missing]
[Security Module·Missing]
[Pressure Regulating System·Missing]
【Central master control program-unable to associate, repeat, unable to associate, alarm, alarm, unable to start safely, difficult to ensure the personal safety of the user·suggest to close·suggest to shut down...security module·missing, unable to shut down...please Get away quickly...]
[Gene sequence verification completed]
Finally, accompanied by Ye Qingxuan's will, a cold voice sounded:
[Super Mass Tidal Brake Valve·Start]
So, there was a light hum, and it burst from my fingertips.
Immediately afterwards, there was the mighty whisper of the tide.
For a moment, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was thrown into the deep sea. The endless pressure came from his arm, almost crushing himself completely.
The green-gold armor wailed in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the immense power almost overthrew him.
It was as if hundreds of carriages were pulling him at the same time, trying to knock him over. With a snap of his fingers, he slid back several tens of meters, almost pushed to the end of the square by the sudden burst of terror in his hand.
Immediately, there was a loud crash of collapse.
The vermilion high wall in front of him, the towering palace, trembling and roaring, under the direction of the brake valve, there was a loud noise, and countless dust rose up.
The hurricane emerged out of thin air.
Immediately afterwards, that piece of vermilion danced.
Taking the place pointed by the brake valve as the origin, invisible storms converged and formed a tornado, spreading in all directions, even the color on the wall was shaken.
No, the originally solidified substance was agitated.
The wall is like a liquid. Under the pressure of the brake valve, ripples of water waves are set off, and then under the invisible gravitational force, they begin to whirl, forming a vortex.
The vortex is spreading.
In a flash, it spread from one point of the fingertips to half of the high wall.
At this moment, the city wall of Baizhang can hardly contain the scarlet weird whirlpool. Amidst the roar of the iron sand, the sound of the ocean tide roared, boiling vermilion surging on the wall, countless stones were crushed into dust, merged into the storm, and spread in all directions.
The cave stretches inward amidst the roar.
Until the wall of several meters thick was completely penetrated, the collapse of the sky and the earth had just begun.
As the brake valve swept through the air, even the bronze gate was distorted into a piece of twisted scrap iron, wailing and collapsing toward the inside, and finally gathered on the invisible dotted line in front of the'brake valve', forming several Black dust particles.
The artificially produced super-strength mass field caused the substance to collapse inward, and finally formed a super-mass body.
'The tidal brake valve originally used for deep-sea operations does not have such an effect, because most of the objects dealt with are liquids composed of water, and when compressed to a certain degree, it will evaporate by itself, which is amazing. Salt will also dissolve in the deep sea. But once the environment becomes land-based, it will cause disasters beyond expectations...’
Along with the activation of the brake valve, Ye Xuan’s broken memories continued to emerge from Ye Qingxuan’s heart, making him very bewildered to solve the three points, and there are seven points that can’t be resolved. He can only marvel at it as prehistoric. Miracle.
Perhaps the technical blockade of the cult is to completely isolate this kind of thing that is too out of date? The original pure intention was later turned into a pure technology monopoly, and even he began to guard his own theft, taking the lead in researching the technology before the dark age...
From the establishment of the system to its implementation, to its distortion, it is totally unrecognizable.
It's only a hundred years.
As for the back, it is a long time of decay...
One hundred years, short and long, seems so absurd, but to the harsh nature of mankind, it seems to be a miracle beyond the limit.
Holding a weapon that can cause terror and destruction without involving ether, even the blockade of the Great Wall has no effect at all.
The ether reserve originally used to destroy has now been used by Ye Qingxuan to maintain his integrity to the greatest extent.
That's the case, his half of his body also has a pain of being completely crushed.
It was only turned on for a moment, and then turned off instantly, which also brought a terrifying pressure.
Fortunately, I can hold it.
Along with the collapse of the palace, Ye Qingxuan walked into the palace, bent over and picked up the dying armored knight from the ruins.
He still remembered that it was this guy who was standing on the wall and commanding defense.
Should be a big man.
"Sorry, although it can be said that it is urgent to follow the authority, but it is somewhat despicable to do so, I hope you don't take offense."
In the twisted voice of steel, Ye Qingxuan tore his visor to pieces and pressed it on his forehead, a weird rainbow light flashed in his dark eyes:
"——Bai Xi, where is it?"
Only an instant, the music theory of the psychology school spread inextricably, through the line of thought, directly into the seven orifices, after forcibly connecting the nerves, it brutally broke through the outer defenses of the brain and began to wantonly Flipping his memory.
Only an instant, the high heat caused a layer of sweat to soak on the skull.
And countless broken sights and memories have been passed back through the line of self-thought.
"Tianlu Pavilion? Thank you."
Ye Qingxuan released his hand and threw aside the armored knight who had fallen into a faint and almost half-life, and then raised his head.
In the piercing sirens, countless armored knights rushed forward, and large-caliber molten lead weapons aimed at Ye Qingxuan's location and surrounded them.
"Then, here comes the problem..."
Ye Qingxuan scratched his head helplessly, looked at the people around him, and asked softly: "Does anyone know how to get to Tianlu Pavilion?"
The roar burst out.
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It turned out that there was a loud noise of the shaking of the earth and the mountains.
In the huge and solemn palace, the palace people's expressions were pale, listening to the turbulent voice, crawling on the ground, did not dare to move.
In the Weiyang Palace, it seems that there is a banquet. It's just that compared to the hustle and bustle of the past, the banquet is extremely quiet at this moment, and there are even only two participants.
The emperor and the sinner.
Bai Heng knelt and sat on the low table under the steps, looked at the dishes in front of him, silently raised the teacup, leaning to his lips, but with the roar of the distance, the dust fell from the beams of the room. It fell into the cup, rendering a disgusting gray.
He put down his teacup, shook his head and sighed.
"What on earth are you thinking?"
The emperor didn't speak, but stared silently outside the temple, listening to the continuous emergence of loud noises.
Continuously, panicked palace servants walked in quickly from outside the temple, kneeling to report:
"Your Majesty, the rebel Ye Qingxuan has broken into Cangchi!"
"Your Majesty, the rebel broke into the Jiaofang Temple, Liu Liangren was frightened and he vomited blood..."
"Oh." The emperor's eyes drooped: "Are you dead?"
"Thanks to your majesty Hongfu, Liu Liangren is surprised..."
"In fact, it doesn't matter if you die." The emperor interrupted the eunuch, with a cold tone: "Be quiet if you are not dead, and stop making noise."
The **** squatted on the ground, kowtow hard, afraid to speak.
Only Bai Heng slowly put down his tea cup, and sighed: "After all, one night husband and wife hundred days of grace, your majesty is so affectionate, not the blessing of Aurora."
The emperor glanced at him, too lazy to talk to him.
There was another roar.
From afar.
"It seems that Wuyuan Pavilion has also collapsed."
Bai Heng shook his head and looked at the emperor: "Why are you? Forcing Ye Qingxuan to your opponent in vain, crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is not like that."
The emperor still did not speak.
Just listen.
There is no more roar.
Because Ye Qingxuan crashed the last high wall.
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In the dust, Ye Qingxuan stepped on the steel corridor and approached the darkness.
The more you go down, the deeper you go.
Time is going backwards rapidly, and there are fewer and fewer traces of modernity, replaced by cold steel, sleek design, maze of corridors that are difficult to discern, and the incandescent light overhead that is by no means today.
It's like moving toward the past.
Under Aurora’s palace, there seems to be something from another world buried.
In a trance, Ye Qingxuan even thought that he was dreaming, still immersed in Ye Xuan’s memories, and even in some places, whether there were any fading incomplete letters, reminding Ye Qingxuan that this place is no longer what he once thought. The place.
But the further down, the stronger the induction from Bai Xi.
That is the ‘lock’ engraved in Bai Xi’s body and bound by Hermes himself. The strong resonance between the alchemy matrix~IndoMTL.com~The ether turns into a messenger, guiding Ye Qingxuan's direction.
Down, down, then down.
Amid the roar of steel breaking, he passed through the broken cables, stepped on the sparks, and jumped into the huge space.
He has been here before.
In other words, Ye Xuan has been here before.
He still remembers that Ye Xuan once accepted questions from the crew committee here for his abrupt behavior. It's just that the light was gloomy at that time, not as bright as it is today.
Neither is the coldness and weirdness of today.
All irrelevant things have been emptied, no tables and chairs are seen, and no weird data and scenes are projected in the air.
It's like a temple of steel.
It's just that what is enshrined on the altar is not a god.
It's a maiden who is bound.
While she was asleep, she heard the roar from the front, opened her eyes, and the divergent pupils focused on Ye Qingxuan, and her eyes became joyful.
It's like a light lit up in the dark.
"Long time no see, cousin."
In the long silence, time seems to freeze.
She stared at Ye Qingxuan, blinking her eyes:
"Do you miss me?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and rubbed his nose, suddenly a little embarrassed, and wanted to look away.
I don't know what to say.
Compared to the long distance, the time of parting is so short, but her changes are so big that Ye Qingxuan can hardly recognize it.
A lot taller.
The hair has grown a lot.
Legs are much longer.
The chest has also become much bigger.
Not the same as the troublesome kid in the past.
Finally, it looks like a girl.
Ye Qingxuan laughed softly, stretched out her hand, squeezed her face, and felt a familiar touch:
"Being pretty, Bai Xi."