Silent Crown Chapter 845: Hell

The barren ground is flat, and if you step on it, you can feel countless dust flying up from the ground, and then slowly falling, as if sinking to the bottom in water.

The dust seemed to be mixed with iron filings, with a flash of metal.

Gray and silver are mixed together, extending far away.

Besides, there is no more life, and no trace of anyone can be seen.

The river bed dries up and the mountains are cracking. All life seems to be drained in an instant. Only the ether in the air surging like a fluid reminds Ye Qingxuan where he is.

When he raised his head, he could see the giant tree of light rising into the sky in the center of the distant earth. The countless magnificent branches pierced into the sky, sowing a stream of hot light.

And its root system is hidden under the earth, absorbing the magnificent power that humans can't imagine, it ambushes thousands of miles, and occasionally there are branches like air roots extending from the soil, forming huge thorns that are tens of millions of meters long .

The fluorescent thorns rise and fall on the ground, winding and growing, climbing on the silver-gray ground, sometimes forming a scene like a dense forest, sometimes like a grassland, with no end in sight.

There are flowers in the thorns.

The crystals formed by the high-density ether are adsorbed on the veins of thorns, like a flower poured by silver, with thousands of petals spreading out, reflecting the beautiful and coquettish light.

"I knew you had such an artistic talent, so I saved money to send you to the art college."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, stroked the edge of the petals, let the rust color spread on his fingertips, and finally peeled off in vain and fell into the dust.

If you had foreseen at that time, all this would not have come to this point, right?

Perhaps, he can save something.

At least...

"Little Leaf, you are here."

The familiar voice sounded, and from behind Ye Qingxuan, the tone was calm and quiet, as if he was smiling.

Ye Qingxuan turned around and saw the person standing in the vast desert.

It seems to be the only vitality that exists between this barren world.

Wearing a white robe, he stepped barefoot on the ground, with a smile on his chiseled face, but that smile was definitely not the kind of pleasure Ye Qingxuan was familiar with.

It's as peaceful as the ocean.

Faced all things with compassion.

"Long time no see, Charles."

After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan uttered a voice, continuing the greeting when an old friend reunited: "What have you been up to lately?"

"Many things."

Charles thought for a while, and laughed: "Sometimes I really feel rushed, but after finishing it, I still have a sense of accomplishment. I have never read an art school, but I feel very comfortable when I practice.

Perhaps, I am a self-taught one, right? "

He turned around, waved to Ye Qingxuan, eager to show his new discovery:

"I will take you to see and come with me."

Subconsciously, following his direction, take a step.

As if finally passing through the thick deep sea and coming to the land, the heavy suffocation disappeared without a trace, replaced by the fresh wind blowing from afar.

The fragrance of flowers in the wind.

The lush green sprouting from both sides of the path, mixed with a few unknown wild flowers, a frog jumping among the grass, whispering in a low voice, jumping into someone not far away.

Cruise in the clear lake.

Soon, its trail was obscured by the falling branches. There were abundant fruits on the branches, and the ripe apples fell from the branches and fell in front of Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan bent over and wanted to pick it up, but a dark shadow jumped out of the bushes and ran across. When passing by, he lowered his head and grabbed it from the ground and bit the apple. Mouth.

Then, ran away.

Only a pair of huge antlers can be seen looming in the forest.

Ye Qingxuan grabbed a hole, but couldn't help reaching out again to touch the soil on the ground. The soil was picked up from the ground with his fingers, and then the fertile black soil fell from the fingertips again.

You can vaguely see the fine grass seeds in it.

The shouts of cattle came from afar. Ye Qingxuan pulled aside the grass and saw farmland reclaimed in the distance, as well as the cattle stopped in the middle, with a broken plowshare beside him.

A few farmers got together, smoking cigarettes, scratching their heads at the broken plowshare. Until the plow was picked up by Charles and patted the dust on it, he said something to the few people. After the farmer heard it, he ran away holding the plow.

Charl turned his head, saw Ye Qingxuan in the distance, waved to him, motioned him to walk in.

The sound of the water stream is clearer.

You can vaguely see the turbulent rivers under the mountains in the distance, as well as the villages, which are connected by roads. There are galloping horses galloping on the road and dragging heavy carriages.

No matter how far away, Ye Qingxuan could vaguely see the outline of rain clouds.

The rain falls from the sky, thin and dense, covering the earth.

After Ye Qingxuan walked over, the farmers had already led the cattle away.

"The wooden plowshare is still too easy to break, but someone told me just now that an open-air iron ore was found nearby. I plan to teach them to set up an iron-making furnace here. It happened to burn charcoal two days ago. The kiln has been built, there are many trees nearby, and nothing is missing."

Charl patted the dust on his hands and smiled at Ye Qingxuan: "How about it, not bad?"

"Where is this?"

Ye Qingxuan looked around at the surrounding scenes, and couldn't help but doubt in his heart.

"A peaceful and stable world." Charles stretched out his hands and happily showed his work to his best friends: "I like "Heaven on earth" more than "Heaven"."

This is... Eden?

Ye Qingxuan couldn't believe it.

It wasn't until Charles confessed himself that he finally realized that it was not his own delusion.

So easily, I came to the deepest part of the etheric realm that was separated by layers, and entered the hinterland where everyone dreamed of entering.

There was still a black box hanging on him that could ruin this place.

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously presses down on his waist.

The cold touch of steel came from the palm of his hand.

So reassuring.

As long as he wants, he can destroy this place at any time.

To burn everything.

But Charles didn't seem to notice anything, he just took his hand and walked in front: "This is only the bottom, come with me, there is still in front."

They crossed the clear stream, crossed the river of milk and honey, and there was a lake in the distance with the sweet aroma of wine. The drunk elk lay and rolled in the grass.

I came to a huge city with a lot of people.

Countless people were walking on the street market one after another. There were hawking noises from both sides of the street. A girl and two children ran across the street, bumping into many people, and bursting into laughter.

Walking away frolicking.

In the middle of the city, in the city hall, men in gray robes are speaking loudly and eloquently from the podium, waving their hands and discussing obscure and profound philosophy.

About death, about sex, about people, about everything in the world.

They argued with each other, convinced each other, or broke up unhappy.

The stonemason recorded their eloquent gestures, carving out outlines from the white plaster. And in the square in front of the city hall, there are already many round and gorgeous statues standing upright.

There are old people, women in tulle and exposed large areas of skin, and young men who are naked.

Under those statues, there are young people sitting in twos and threes, with wine and bread, laughing and talking to each other.

Ye Qingxuan was fascinated, but he didn't pay attention to the road ahead and almost hit something.

The dog he had kicked yelled at him, grinned, and then was hugged by a little girl. She stopped barking and buried her head tamely in her arms, her tail swaying.

"You scared it." The little girl looked at him.

"Sorry, I am not..."

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously apologized, but when he was halfway through the conversation, he found something. He looked at the little girl in front of him and was stunned.

The girl grinned at him, showing notched front teeth.

Turned around and ran away.

Leave only Ye Qingxuan standing on the spot, silent, no more words.

Just following Shire, passing through the city, and continuing forward, admiring the huge world that seems endless, as if every outline and detail are perfect.

Until the end, in the twilight of the first day, they once again returned to the foot of the mountain, looking at the stars in the distance.

The river of stars runs across the night sky, shining brightly.

"It's so peaceful."

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Well, there is no pain or injury."

Charles sat on the ground, staring into the distance: "They can live for themselves, without oppression and plunder, and can freely give their lives meaning."

Just looking at the countless lights, he smiled contentedly.

As if to be happy.

"So, do you keep them like this? Just like pets, living without worries..."

Ye Qingxuan's tone can't tell whether it is admiration or ridicule:

"I have to say you did a good job."

"At least this way they won't hurt themselves, right? They won't hurt others either."

"Yes, the dead will not hurt others."

Ye Qingxuan's eyes gradually fell silent, recalling the little girl who was smiling at him during the day, the corner of her eyes seemed to be stinged, and she twitched slightly:

"That's why you intercepted them from the Yellow Springs and left them here, right?"

He asked, "You made a puppet out of clay, you breathed a sigh of relief at them, filled the memory of the past in the clay, set up their roles, and let them perform peacefully in your paradise Life.

But none of them can change one problem-they are all dead. "

"I can make them live."

Charle looked at him calmly, answered truthfully, declaring the truth: "I can let anyone live now."

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

No more words.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ye."

Not far away, someone waved.

The musician in white clothes stood under the moonlight and smiled at Ye Qingxuan, "You look so majestic nowadays."

I don't know how genuinely that smile contains.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't react to someone who could talk.

"Paganini?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and couldn't help shaking his head: "You guys, didn't you have time to run away?"

Paganini just shrugged and did not speak, but Charles explained to him:

"He voluntarily stayed here to help me manage this place."

"Regardless of the success or failure of Paradise, someone has to witness all this, right?"

Paganini's expression was calm, and Charles talked about his plans without shying away from Shire, and then nodded and said goodbye: "Then, there are still some trivial matters that need to be sorted out, and I can leave."

In that case, he turned around and disappeared into the distance.

"Look at the gods up close, you really found a good job for him."

Ye Qingxuan retracted his gaze from a distance and looked at Shire: "So, what about the wolf flute? Where is he hiding to give me a surprise?"

"He is dead."

Charle answered.

Ye Qingxuan's fingers curled up, subconsciously.

"At first I was going to let him go, but after he knew what I was going to do, he challenged me."

Charles shook his head regretfully: "Perhaps, he is the same person as Gaius? They all have too heavy a sense of responsibility for all this, so I have no choice."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and asked softly: "He lost?"

"No, he won."

Charle raised his palm, showing the narrow and slender gap in his palm: "He touched me."

That is the scar left by the wolf flute.

After sacrificing everything, paying all the price, and exhausting all wisdom, it just scratched the skin.

It's a shallow layer, I haven't even seen blood.

If the Shire hadn't kept it deliberately, he wouldn't even leave any traces.

"According to our agreement, within fifteen days, the land is limited to the Caucasus, no matter what happens outside. This is what Wolfflute has done for this world. I also hope that you and the people outside will be able to Know."

Ye Qingxuan smiled reluctantly, only feeling a little tired,

"Can I smoke?" he asked.

"Whatever."

Ye Qingxuan lit the cigarette, tarnishing the fresh air in the paradise, leaving behind human pollution. He swept away the smoke in front of him, he looked around:

"After seeing so much, where is your home?" he asked, "not going to let me visit?"

Charle did not speak.

In a brief silence, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and couldn't help laughing out loud.

It seemed to understand Charles' answer.

"Is that so?"

He laughed so hard that he was choked by the smoke, he couldn't help but want to cough, and he could hardly speak: "I created such a magnificent paradise, but there is no place for himself...

Charle, are you telling a joke? "

Such a huge paradise, an unprecedented paradise, heaven has descended on the earth, and everyone seems to be able to enjoy peace and joy.

But in the vast kingdom of heaven, there is no place left by the gods.

So day and night, like a ghost wandering in the paradise, looking at countless peaceful and happy lives from a distance.

The creator of Paradise has no place in Paradise.

It's like a joke...

"Perhaps."

Charle's expression is still calm, just staring at him: "I don't need that anymore."

"So, what about the teacher?"

Ye Qingxuan pressed on step by step, trying to tear a gap from his calm disguise: "Let me see, where do you put the teacher, is it exquisitely dressed, like a delicate grave?"

The expected anger did not come.

Shire's face is still palpably quiet.

He looked at Ye Qingxuan and asked in confusion:

"What teacher?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Stiff in place.

I can't move.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little cold.

The cold came out of his bones and almost froze him.

Until now, he didn't realize how stupid he made a mistake.

He always thought that Charles was pretending to be calm, deliberately isolating all human emotions, and disguised as a **** overlooking everything.

As long as he breaks this calm and indifference, he will be able to find the flaw in the Shire.

As long as he sees Shire's anger, he will be able to find Shire's weakness as a human being.

But now, he suddenly realized: How outrageous he is!

After severing everything that was once a human being, how many memories of the past still remain in the Shire today?

Even Abraham's existence has been abandoned by him.

Who is the person standing in front of you now?

"What's wrong?"

Charle asked: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Nothing."

Ye Qingxuan said, "Take it as my memory is wrong."

He reluctantly squeezed a smile, doing his best for it.

The smile is so ugly that even I can't stand it.

At the end, he bowed his head and squeezed out the cigarette.

"Charles..."

"Huh?"

The moment Charles turned his head, the sword of the New Testament cut down without warning, towards his head.

In an instant, almost the weight of the entire sacred cauldron was placed on it, and the violent gravitational force emitted by the magnificent system that penetrated the entire etheric realm set off a hurricane in the paradise.

The hot blade is like a scorching sun, tearing the entire night apart and igniting all darkness.

In the blazing light, Ye Qingxuan looked at the friend in front of him.

Finally, he said his intention.

"I'm here to kill you."

Crash!

The violent concussion came from the blade of the sword, as if it was hitting something unbreakable head-on. From countless forks to the main trunk, countless music theories oscillated endlessly, glowing with painful wailing.

The blade of the chopping stopped abruptly.

Stuck in front of an unfolded palm.

The wound left by the wolf flute is no more than a minute away.

If so, it seemed to be across Tianyuan, no matter how Ye Qingxuan urged his strength, he didn't even move forward.

That's it.

Until the light went out, Charles lowered his head and sighed softly:

"I thought you would persuade me first."

"Well, according to the predetermined plan, it should be like this." Ye Qingxuan nodded and admitted: "But I thought about it for a while and decided to think in another place: If you come to persuade me, will I stop."

"So, what's the answer?"

"I think I probably won't."

Ye Qingxuan clenched the hilt tightly and stared into Shire's eyes: "So, instead of wasting time, why not just enter the story of the sneak attack that everyone is familiar with?"

Even now that the swords have been added together, there is still no anger or sadness in those eyes.

It's just calm.

Unshakable calm.

"One thing, I am very curious."

Charle asked softly: "I know that my existence is a trouble for many people to deal with, but I don't think they can move you.

Although I knew what you wanted to do when you came here, but I can’t figure it out anyway..."

"Little Ye Zi, do you have any special reason to kill me?"

"Of course not."

This is Ye Qingxuan's answer: "I thought a lot along the way, but in fact... there is no reason why I have to kill you... Just now I was still thinking, maybe you will be like this A qualified and selfless god.

Please believe me, this sentence comes from the heart. "

"Then why..."

"But, compared to the paradise you have created today--"

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, and could no longer stand the pain in his heart:

"——I would rather see **** here!"

At that moment, the projection of the ether net emerged from behind him, and the music theory of the new world emerged from the outline of the sacred cauldron. The endless ether was extracted from thousands of movements, which lifted into the sky like stars. The torrent swept towards the Shire.

The terrifying high temperature burst in an instant, burning the entire mountain to crimson, and countless lava was swept by the hurricane and gushing out in all directions.

In the dazzling high temperature of the wind, the beasts turned into ashes in an instant, the stream evaporated, exposing the dry river bed, the milk and honey condensed into blocks, burned into pitch-black charcoal, and the wine lake was ignited. The flames of burning stretched far away.

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, Paradise was burned.

The wailing sounded from afar, the crying sound rang, and once again filled the whole world.

"Don't be afraid."

A gentle voice rang in the ears of everyone who was crying: "It will be over soon, a peaceful and peaceful life will come again, and the redemption will never leave.

So there is no need to endure it.

If you are in pain, cry out loud.

If you are desperate, just roar and shout.

These are nothing but trivial memories for the land you will gain. "

In the lava of the ground fire, barefoot figures emerged, walking on the fire, and all the flames and pain disappeared without a trace. The clear stream gushes out from the river bed, meandering.

People in the burning also stopped crying, and even though they were not cured, they could no longer feel the pain. Just bathed in the radiance of God, softly bid farewell to his family, smiled and closed his eyes.

Welcome to death calmly.

Happy land is back.

Everything peaceful is like heaven.

It's obviously heaven, it's so beautiful...

But Ye Qingxuan was extremely dazzling.

Perhaps everything is true, maybe Paradise has really come to this world, but just looking at it, Ye Qingxuan was already angrily unable to restrain it.

If this is hell...

If Shire created hell.

Maybe I can feel his pain, maybe I can...

However, Ye Qingxuan did not see any flames and anger staying here.

All the original sins of man have been abandoned outside the realm of God.

This is a paradise on earth.

Surely the perfect kingdom of heaven.

Perhaps, the Shire will be a qualified and just god, maybe there is nothing wrong with this world being controlled by the Shire, maybe after the old world is destroyed, mankind can usher in happiness or salvation or something.

But it doesn't matter.

Ye Qingxuan never wanted that kind of ghost!

Compared with the sacrificed things, the so-called salvation is nothing to mention.

"Why can you still laugh, Charles?"

Ye Qingxuan asked hoarsely, just staring at his face, and couldn't help but want to growl: "Including the teacher, how many memories have you given up?"

The answer to him was that kind of pitying smile.

As if really like a god, after being far away from the world, looking down on the sufferings of the world, shed compassion.

Abandoned the anger, got peace.

Far away from sorrow, gain joy.

Rejected the suffering and ushered in salvation.

But, Charles...

If you even abandon hatred, what are you going to turn yourself into?

"Have you not sacrificed enough, Charles!"

"What are you going to destroy yourself into before you give up!"

Ye Qingxuan's expression was distorted in anger, staring at the child of God smiling in front of him, unbearable the pain in his heart: "You are just like that... do you want to be a god!"

At that moment, under the urging of anger, under the urging of pain, the sword of the New Testament burst into a whine of cracking.

Countless cracks emerged from it.

All the weapons that Ye Qingxuan had cast could not bear Ye Qingxuan's full force at this moment, and even the World Tree Matrix could not contain the riotous music theory.

Countless horrible shocks of sun bursts burst from it, all the time.

Until the sword of the New Testament was completely disintegrated, the steel turned into a magnificent stream of light that was so hot that it could not be seen directly in the scouring of the ether. Pure power descended in Ye Qingxuan's hands, and cut towards the front!

Towards the gods!

The mighty stream of light and the power of the gods collided in one place, bursting into chaotic torrents, causing the entire etheric realm to be turbulent.

But Shire's expression remained unchanged.

There was not even any counterattack.

Only under the huge stream of anger, protecting the paradise behind him, protecting the fragile world.

Just looking at Ye Qingxuan who was close at hand.

The look in his eyes is pity.

All destruction was disintegrated, and all powers lost their meaning.

Ye Qingxuan shed tears almost exhaustedly.

"Don't you have the slightest bit of hatred?" He looked at the gods in front of him, almost begging: "Pick up your pain, Charles, take revenge and create hell!"

"At least so...you are still you!"

"Hell?"

Charle shook his head disappointedly: "Have you not seen enough of such things outside?"

He stretched out his hand to grasp the terrifying glow that was slashing down at him.

Five fingers together.

Allow the uncontrollable power to burn his palm, but it is difficult to leave any scars on that palm.

Until the end, completely dissipated.

In vain.

"Little Ye Zi, I didn't want to retaliate against anyone."

Ye Qingxuan heard Shire's calm voice: "Because revenge has never made any sense."

"I told you a long time ago: I want to end all this forever."

In the silence, the gods stood in front of the paradise, gazing at humans: "I will overthrow the cruel and cold world~IndoMTL.com~ Let the paradise cover everything, so that everyone can be redeemed."

At that moment, the paradise vibrated.

The magnificent singing sounded from the deepest part of the etheric realm.

During the observation, the silent Eden lit up a divine glow that seemed eternal.

On the barren land of the Caucasus, the huge tree of light burst into a roar, and after ten days of silence, it began to grow again.

Towards the heaven and the earth, towards the distance, towards the whole world.

The root system of countless thorns pierced the earth's crust, took root, and then spread out from the soil, digging the earth, shaking the mountains and rivers, and extracting the breath of all living things.

In an instant, it expanded several times.

Everywhere I passed, everything fell into silence.

Only the magnificent melody of paradise growth is left between heaven and earth.

Under the pull of Paradise, the etheric sea completely evaporated, and the etheric realm and the physical realm have been forcibly merged together. It's like an invisible palm forcibly pulling two parallel wires together and twisting them tightly.

During the upheaval, the world fell apart.

But in the terrible disaster, I could not hear the whine and cry.

On the ground covered by thorns, all human beings disintegrated like dust in an instant and merged into the thorns. After losing his body, he stayed away from all the torture of the world and came to the paradise on earth.

Redemption, spread all over the world.

"Finally, has it started?"

In the turbulent waves of ice, on the cracked ice floes, Bach lit the last cigarette, staring silently at the kingdom of God.

After losing the maintenance of the Blue King's music theory, he is not even comparable to ordinary musicians at this moment, and even maintaining a false heartbeat is already difficult to support.

But now, his pupils are shining brightly, like a burning soul, resisting death.

At least, please let me see the final outcome...