Silent Crown Chapter 843: Good night

Iberia.

The peninsula country that was once across the sea from Anglu, now in the loud noise of the surging waves, the reefs washed out for thousands of years burst into a roar.

Above the pitch-black cliff mixed with a lot of miscellaneous iron and metal, there was a big earthquake and cracks appeared.

The slender iron pile floats in the air, showing a bone-like texture. Under the ramming of invisible force, it is wedged inch by inch into the deepest part of the rock mountain.

Through the waist-thin hole, the dull echo from the deepest part of the earth can be heard.

The rocky mountain was completely penetrated from top to bottom. After breaking through the rock, soil and sand, the iron pile with the cyan-gold core entered a depth of hundreds of meters below the sea level.

It seems that a deep crypt has been opened, and the deep and cold wind is coming from the deepest part of the earth.

"The ground vein survey is correct."

The musician standing at the entrance of the cave and looking at it put away the construction drawings in his hand, and nodded to the engineer behind him: "The third Iberian branch is here. The subject's land exploration is completed, and the equipment is ready to enter the venue."

So, on the surface of the sea, the heavy steel ship burst into sharp and high pitched calls.

After smashing the layers of reefs in the shallow sea, he came under the cliff. Soon, the changing musician on the deck waved his hands, struggling to urge dozens of tons of containers to float up and hang high in the air.

As the container opened on all sides, the heavy steel contained in it was scattered in the air, and soon it was caught by the invisible palm. Under the support of the ether, dozens of mass-produced musicians blushed, manipulating countless iron materials and machinery in the sky, and in the end, they aimed at the crypt on the cliff.

The musician who was in charge of the project took out the terminal from his arms, toggled the module formed by the illusion above, quickly verified his heart sound and identity, and connected to Avalon, who was thousands of miles away.

Amidst the chaotic noise, a deep voice sounded:

"This is Stein's Secret Room·Zero."

"This is the node No. 5684 in the recording, the Iberia No. 3 branch connection project site, the ground vein survey is correct, and the application for the central second-level interface and construction authorization."

After waiting for a short silence, the reply came: "The second-level relay authorization has been opened, and the Iberian main line project has been confirmed. Gentlemen, you can start construction.

In the name of Supreme.com, I am here to authorize you. "

Along with the complex music theory passed by thousands of miles away, a calm and cold voice sounded:

"——Set up the foundation of the earth, prop up the dome of the sky, the eternal world is built from then on!"

Along with the calm voice, the deep movement played from the terminal, and the music theory from Avalon unfolded from it, awakening the sleeping steel in the sky.

Amidst the flying sparks and the jumping electric light, steel and iron rub against each other, bursting into sharp sounds, explaining the frenzy of the movement. When it fell on the ground, it made the earth tremble, forming a low drum.

Main piles, foundations, hydraulic dampers, ether diversion valves...

Following the pull of the invisible gravity, layers of steel fell from the sky and took root in the crypt. The rivets were wedged and the screws were fastened. In an instant, the steel rose from the ground.

Like a sharp skeleton, piercing the sky.

Immediately afterwards, layers of heavy auxiliary facilities were pieced together.

In the long roar, the steel building tens of meters high grows at an incredible speed until the end is full of flesh and blood with a hideous outline.

"The first bell starts!"

The royal musician who presided over the project shouted and ordered: "No. 5684, synchronization sequence!"

Therefore, the steel tower shook violently, and the huge shock spread from top to bottom to the deepest part of the earth, causing a roar in the huge cavity under the deep earth.

Across the heavy ground, a magnificent bell rang once.

The sea is shaking.

In the realm of the heavens on the ground, the ethernet net high above the sky still keeps spinning peacefully, but one of the small modules fluctuates slightly, and it is tens of thousands of miles away, following the ether. With the huge network in the sea, the lingering sound spread to the country on the opposite side of the sea.

A hot light shines on the tower.

"Toll the bell for the second time!"

The musician shouted excitedly: "Verification is activated!"

The earth shook again, and the bell from the cavity of the earth veins became louder and louder, conveying its own message to the distant country, accepting a new theory of music.

"Toll the bell for the third time!"

The musician roared: "Confirm the music theory agreement!"

The avid engineers hurriedly pulled the cable, waiting for the final response.

In the distance, a fiery torrent emerged from under the sea, glowing like a scorching sun. That is the endless etheric current rushing in the deep sea, and the established earth vein orbit, guided by the beacon of the etheric sea, crossed the ocean of thousands of miles and rushed to it. The violent light penetrated the thick ocean and formed a golden rush.

Until the end, they gathered in the deep cavities of the veins, followed the established orbit, rose up into the sky, gushing out from the top of the Concord, rushing into the sky, and gathered together with thousands of light streams. Place.

The light wafted like a polar neon, and the silver ribbons danced in the night sky, making the sky that was burned to red by the flames to show a thrilling magnificence.

So the bell rings.

In the voice of everyone cheering, the musician in charge of the project stared at the sky in silence for a long time, then turned his head:

"How many seats are there?"

"Counting the time, there should be 27 seats, right?"

The assistant looked through the project plan and smiled bitterly: "According to the schedule, our six teams will have to repair forty seats in Iberia before the end of tomorrow.

A big project... Move your mouth on the top, and break your leg underneath. Talking about saving the world or something, in fact, all we can do is work overtime, right? "

"I didn't ask us."

The musician shook his head, but his chin swept the flames of Nuna reflected in the sky: "Here, that."

"Then no one will know."

The bitter smile on the assistant's face stiffened, and he shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid even those executioners can't figure it out, right? The effort of erecting a tower here is enough for them to light a hundred firearms."

"Yes."

The musician tilted his head, the lighted match approached the cigarette, took a deep breath and then drew the match out: "Bringing a new line of order, and then offering a hundred times the equivalent of destruction...

Sometimes I think: How will we be evaluated in future history books? "

The assistant shrugged.

No one knows about this issue.

But if Shi Dong were here, I'm afraid he would answer him "the one who saves the world", right?

Unfortunately, Shi Dong never paid attention to these boring questions while working.

The Inquisition never cared about whether or not their position in the history books was not forever, they only cared about work.

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Also in Iberia, also under the dome of sky.

When the royal musicians threw the silver light belt representing the new order into the sky, the purification musicians on the ground also threw more than ten times the fire toward the sky.

Stone walked under the stake, his iron boots trampled on the ashes.

Among the countless flaming firewood teams, crying and wailing sounds came, and the burning flame seemed to be entwined with dying breath.

His footsteps are steady and determined, not at all like a dying old man, even if he is holding a fat man's back collar in his hand, no matter how hard he struggles, he hasn't shaken at all.

"No! That's not the case! The Holy City promised me! I am pure!" His expression twitched, and tears flowed: "I am pious! You can't do this!"

Shi Dong smiled.

"Then, who can prove your piety?"

He lowered his head and looked down at the man, casting a hideous shadow on his twisted face.

Against the blazing fire, he couldn't see the old face, but his eyes seemed to be two deep rifts leading to a world full of lava and fire.

"Is this this kind cardinal?"

Shi Dong stretched out his hand and pointed at the charred corpse on the torture rack beside him.

The scorched corpse twitched in the flames, as if there was still a trace of life left.

The once luxurious red robe has been turned into charred and twisted charcoal in the burning, only the holy emblem on the neck is still shining in the burning of the fire.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Dong pointed his hand at another torture rack:

"Is this the prince?"

"The leader of the party?"

"Or the King?"

He opened his mouth and smiled like he was chewing on coal.

Amidst the wailing, the grease-soaked torture rack suddenly shook, and amid the crackling sound of the pine knot, the flames suddenly shook, engulfing the figure on the torture rack completely.

The burning wind swept across, dragging the ashes and emptiness of the soul, sending their sorrows to the sky, and finally turned into black dust, which fell like a drizzle.

Among the suffocating screams of the judge, only Stone sang hoarsely.

The hoarse singing voice of the steel vocal cords was not tuned, but it was entangled in the flames, accompanied by the crackling sound of loose knots, was endowed with bone marrow by the dust and wailing, and gained fullness in the rising of the flames.

It's as if the world of suffering has been disguised, and a pious neigh is offered in pain.

So, a chorus of thousands of people greeted.

Under the thousands of torture racks, countless purifying musicians sang this chant of judgment enthusiastically, gathering them into a mighty wave, as if to shake the sky, lash the souls in the fire, and put everything ugly in the fire. Burned completely.

Stone is moving forward, stepping on the fire.

The fiery flame seemed to rise in his veins, causing his pupils to become feverish crimson.

The grand trial seemed to have given him a whole new life. It made him walk in the **** he built by himself, bathe in the fire, throw the sinners into the firewood one by one, and make them sing the praises of God in the fire. .

The fire will disperse the night.

The grand bonfire burned the sky red, spread the flames of light across the fields, and made all the darkness retreat, in this frenetic flame of revenge.

Until dawn, the last principal was put on a grand bonfire.

"I was not wrong! I was right! You wild dogs! Don't touch me!"

The man with a crown and a Chinese suit roared at the witch’s hammer: "How dare you! Stone, how dare you! It was the ancestors of our sixteen families who supported you! It was my grandfather. You have a good eye! We have granted you great rights and given the highest glory to the Inquisition!

We signed an agreement and a covenant under the witness of the gods! How dare you do this! ! ! "

Under the torture frame, the old man bathed in the wind raised his head.

Look at him.

Laughed.

"Although everyone is very sorry for the incident, I have to say: 16 families including your ancestors, a total of 179 members of the direct lineage, long before the establishment of the Inquisition, It is already on the first batch of purification lists."

Shi Dong smiled, staring at his distorted face, his flushed face glowing: "Although for various reasons, you cannot be issued an arrest warrant, today is really... the day when your dream comes true."

He stretched out his arms, like a gift to welcome the New Year, cheering: "Why don't you sing, my friend? In the days when this dream comes true, even the air becomes sweet as honey!"

On the torture rack, the distorted face twitched, and in the end, it roared frantically:

"I curse you! You group of heretics who have betrayed the way of the gods! Beasts that indulge and slaughter! You have been led by the rebels and have gone astray. You have already lost the right way! You have broken the covenant! The gods will Spit on you! God will spit on you!!!"

"Ah, maybe."

Stone smiled and raised his torch: "If he really cares about this paper covenant."

Let go.

The flame has revolved since it fell from his hand and fell onto the pyre.

In the flames catalyzed by the ether, the special seats tailored for the noble adults were lit and burned, throwing thick smoke into the sky in the rays of the rising sun at dawn.

The light leaps and dances among the firewood, along with Shi Dong’s hoarse humming, and the beat of applause, flashing a frantic and beautiful figure with fleeting beauty.

Reflected in those bloodshot eyes.

Stone almost caught his breath.

This is the brightest thing in the world.

From the metamorphosis of the mortal, to show the brilliance with pain, and to deteriorate all ugliness into ashes...The fascinating brilliance, as if it has life.

Even in this cold and cruel world, it can bring warmth.

"It's so beautiful."

Like a child, he stopped between the flames, looking forwardly at the dancing light.

It's like countless times in the past.

Only here, only at this moment, can he feel that he is with the dead who have been with him for a long time.

Gather together.

They have never been separated by cruel time.

He didn't wake up from the long dream until the fire was extinguished, feeling the morning dew condensing in the corner of his eyes, sliding over the ashes, and falling to the ground.

"Next!"

He shouted loudly.

In the silence, a calm voice came from behind: "There is no next one."

He turned his head in astonishment, and saw the young man in a wheelchair and countless extinguished torture frames, and finally realized:

"Is it... over?"

"Well, it's over."

"Where shall we go next?"

"There is nowhere to go, Shi Dong."

Watson looked at him: "Angelo, Asgard, Burgundy, from Navia to Iberia, Stone, our path is over."

"Really? The bonfire party is over?"

Shi Dong bowed his head in sorrow, sitting on the steps of the pyre, as if finally feeling exhausted, finally resembling an old man: "It's been a while, it's really a shame."

Watson shrugged: "Perhaps you should complain to our boss when you come back and ask him to give me the next list. It will be very long."

Shi Dong didn't speak.

I just raised my head in silence, looking at the sun gradually rising behind the gray clouds in the distance.

"Watson, do you think it should be a righteous referee to follow the guidance of private wishes, is it really good?" He suddenly asked in a soft voice~IndoMTL.com~ Until now, I don’t know what my choice is. Right is wrong. "

"I'm thinking about regret now, it's too late, right?" Watson couldn't help but chuckled and shook his head, "Times have changed, old man."

"Yeah, living for too long, the world has become so fast, I have been left in the past."

Stone laughed self-deprecatingly, and patted his iron knee: "Looking back now, when the referee was established, it seems like it was still yesterday.

At that time, I would definitely spurn my degenerate ugliness now, right? But if you think about it seriously, it seems that there is nothing wrong with falling. "

He looked at Watson, his turbid eyes were so clear in the past, reflecting on his face, as if looking at himself:

"He who likes chasing light, isn't it the shadow?"

Watson was stunned.

"Although it is too old to have the strength to erect the fire frame, and there are all kinds of unsatisfactory things, those things are no longer important."

Shi Dong lowered his head and whispered softly:

"What a fun expedition..."

Under the countless torture frames, in the refreshing ashes, he smiled and closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping among the flowers.

A hundred years of magnificent dreams have returned to the flames that have passed away.

"Shi Dong? Hello, Shi Dong?"

Watson stretched out his hand to shake him up, but when he touched his cold shoulder, he stiffened. After a long time, he lowered his eyes and smiled reluctantly:

"Did you fall asleep here? A lot of age, please keep warm, right?"

He pushed the wheelchair forward, carefully covered Stone's body with the thin blanket on his knees, stretched out his hand, hugged him gently, and said goodbye softly:

"Good night, Shi Dong."

Good night.

May you reunite with the deceased in the endless night before the unquenchable bonfire.