Silent Crown Chapter 154: The Thames Gate


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"Butcher?"

He couldn't help but want to laugh: "He once had an upset with me, are you sure he won't kill me first?"

Ghost laughed too

"Mr. Holmes, the killer, there are two types in total

A kind of murderer like me, for his own purpose or in order to achieve a certain goal, so he takes human lives

There is another kind of person who is the real ‘killer’"

He said: "For a real killer, the most important thing is not'killing' or'purpose', but collecting money for work, and the employer is first

This is professional ethics

If you have money, you can buy your life. If you don’t have money, even if your father dies in front of you, you won’t even move a finger, but the butcher is such a person

We have already contacted him, and booked him all the time for the next month for the order of the order, you will definitely cooperate very happily"

"I hope so"

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The next day, afternoon

Xiacheng District, in the warehouse near the old wharf, dozens of burly Asgardians gather here

Under the command of a middle-aged man, the servants moved in a steady stream of wooden boxes on the carriage. The heavy wooden boxes that were half a person tall were scattered on the ground, and there were seventeen boxes.

Every time a box is moved in, the brawny men waiting in the warehouse breathe heavily, and their eyes almost shine

After confirming the order again, the man with the monocle nodded and waved to the servants to leave

Soon, as the gate closed, only the dim sunlight from the broken dome was left in the warehouse

Beside the wooden box, the excited little dog "Warner" came up and took his hand: "Thank you, Mr. Hall"

Hall smiled reservedly, withdrawn his palm without a trace, and handed a crowbar: "The presents of the council are here, Mr. Warner may wish to check it out."

"No need"

Warner waved his hand, refused the crowbar, but clenched his fist, and slammed it on the corner of the wooden box. The callused fist was like a hammer, and it smashed a corner of it directly

Werner used both hands together, and couldn’t wait to tore open the wooden box. The sun fell in the wooden box, and the layers of heavy blades sleeping between the straw and the moisture-proof cloth reflected the cold light

Werner grinned and drew out an epee from it, looking at the prismatic square crystal pattern of the sword in the light of the sun, and stretched out his hand to his side

His subordinates drew the dagger from his waist and slashed towards the sword.

After a scream, there is a clear metal tremor

When there was a cry, the half-broken dagger fell to the ground, and the subordinates stared at the trembling epee in Werner's hand.

There is no crack on the blade

Hall looked at their stupefaction and laughed: "The superior steel forging method, the alloy formula secreted by the Vumaya people, was forged by the Royal No. 3 Smelter.

Their internal code name is ‘Dragon Scales’. When they appear on the field, the military officer must randomly inspect one handle per box. If the armor is not broken, the entire box must be rebuilt.

A box of twenty handles, there are two hundred handles here, enough for you, well-trained ex-soldiers, to kill the chickens and dogs under the shaman's armour without leaving them."

He held the crowbar in his hand and pried open the remaining six boxes, facing the hot eyes of the Asgardians, he lifted the linen cloth on them:

"There are also twelve standard military crossbows. Each crossbow is allocated 50 rounds of armor-piercing three-sided arrows, enough for you to have a grand banquet."

Werner looked at the crossbow arrows, his eyes were red, but after swallowing and spitting, he became greedy again:

"The number of crossbow arrows is too small"

"Standard military crossbows and longbows are not the same. Under high-strength operation, the standard number of times a string is used is exactly 50 times.

As a former soldier, Mr. Warner, you must also know? After a regular war is fought, it may not be possible to shoot fifty times. How can it be insufficient? "

"Hey"

Warner smiled and did not speak

He waved the epee in his hand. The epee that was one head higher than him was swung like a straw in his hand, leaving a deep crack on the wall with ease

Finally, Werner yelled and lifted the epee high and slammed it down

After a crisp sound, the epee plunged into the stone slab at the foot, and penetrated the foundation below until the end handle

For soldiers, weapons are more powerful than any woman, especially this kind of superb quality, a sharp blade that cuts iron like mud, and it is more satisfying than the evil spirits in the beauty of the peerless beauty

Werner ignored his shining subordinates, squinted at Hall, and sighed meaningfully: "They are all good things, do you feel relieved to give them to me?"

"For Asgardians, aren't weapons like utensils?"

Hall answered the question: "Such a grand dinner party, for so many years, but only once the council has prepared the dinner plates and knives and forks for you. How much you can eat depends on your ability"

As soon as the voice fell, the group of Asgardians stroking the blade laughed and laughed.

"Of course"

The scar on Werner's face was red as if bleeding was bleeding, full of excitement and greed: "——Asgardians, eternal hunger, never satisfied"

Seeing their excitement, Hall's eyes flashed with disdain, but with an enthusiastic smile on his face, he led Warner to the last box

"Those are things for your subordinates, gifts for you, here"

That box is different from other wooden boxes. It is made of iron and has no seams. If it hadn't had a keyhole, Werner would almost think it was a large solid iron ingot

And with the opening of the iron box, his breathing stopped

In the iron box, it was a clear liquid as clear as clear water, but it exuded a hint of pungent aura. But compared with the behemoth soaked in the liquid, this pungent gas also became Do it or not

In the clear oily liquid, there is a huddled ‘iron giant’ asleep

It is a armor that can cover the whole body, but it is more special than ordinary armor, and it is also hideous

The sharp-edged steel armor is more than two meters high. In the maintenance of the liquid, it is as smooth and clean as it was when it left the factory. You can vaguely see that there are still swords and swords on the battlefield.

Behind it, where there should have been a pair of huge wings, there are only two huge sockets at this moment.

But even without the ‘Giant’ with wings, it’s still scary

It is soaked in clear oil, but it makes people feel that it is just asleep, even heavy breathing will wake it up from the frantic dreams

Then, let’s kill!

"This is..."

Warner stretched out his trembling palm to stroke its metal shell:

"——Archangel armor?"

Behind Warner, Hall laughed

"Yes"

Since a hundred years ago, the alchemists of the Royal Academy used the "Holy Armor" left by the Knights of the Round Table as a model to imitate the first generation of "Archangel Armor Gabriel", and it has been used as a mass production type. The weapons of war have become the terrifying passages on the battlefield

When the Royal Knights equipped with Archangel armor enters the battlefield, it will always bring death and nightmares

Thirty years ago, in the Hundred Years War between Anglo and the Burgundian kingdom surrounding the ruins, the six archangel armors were ordered to guard the "Voodoo Land **". Their enemy was the elite royal of Burgundy. Gorse Legion

The six archangel armors defended for four days and nights, and the Gorse Legion organized sixteen attacks, leaving sixteen layers of corpses on the ground

It wasn't until the last time the Guards came from Burgundy's capital "City of Light" that they seized the ruins

At that time, Anglo’s support corps had reached hundreds of miles away, if one more archangel armor then the outcome of the war would be completely different

"How? Mr. Warner, are you satisfied with this gift?"

Hall smiled and asked: "Although it is only an old model of the first generation, and it is not aided by the'wing system', the council did not give it a lot of thought in order to'wear out' it reasonably."

Werner stared at the archangel armor in ecstasy, his eyes constantly changing

Until the end, he finally calmed down, closed the iron box, took a deep breath, and exhaled the hot breath in his chest:

"Please tell the council that I am very satisfied with this gift"

He lowered his head and smiled in the darkness where the sun could not find:

"I will use it to take off the shaman's head"

Hall laughed, put on his top hat, nodded and said goodbye, turned and left

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For Avalon, today is destined to be a busy day

There are rushing figures running on the street, and horse-drawn carriages running up and down the road, conveying orders and lists.

Those who receive the order to kill the people on the list will be killed

In the warehouse in the dock area, in the secret room of Ganlu City, in the gorgeous and cold villa...

There are strong servants carrying heavy wooden boxes, sending them to the last stop before the battlefield, and distributing those ‘men’s toys’ to men who have nothing but their lives

The whole city is filled with a dangerous atmosphere, that kind of breath is permeated in the stench of the sewers, drifting in the wind, with a breath of blood

The night is gradually coming, and it is getting darker

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"Is Bai Xi asleep?"

"You accompany her to go shopping for a day today. After you came back, you started yawning. I guess you went to bed early? She is exhausted."

"Probably have a good dream?"

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, said goodbye to Charles, put on his deerstalker hat, and opened the door

"Hey, leaves"

Charle stopped him behind his back

"Huh?" The boy turned back

He shook the crystal ball in his hand and said with a serious face: "There is a mysterious power telling me that it is not suitable to go out tonight

Or, another day? "

"Brother, when did you learn the divination of witches?"

"Teacher without a teacher" Charles has a serious face

"Senior brother, your research has never been reliable. You are immersed in the technology of bombing schools every day. You have no self-taught things, and the credibility is doubtful"

Looking at Charles's complex expression, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile, and waved his hand: "Don't worry, I'll get back immediately. If...it goes well, I probably won't have to go out at night in the future."

Charle stared at the young man's back, and then dropped the crystal ball in his hand, lay down on the sofa, and stared at the sky outside the window

The sky is lacquered, there are no stars, and the lead-colored sky is like iron plates

But in Charles’s eyes, the entire cloud layer seemed to be burning in a blazing fire, and a layer of reddish red appeared. The red flame lingered throughout the city, and when it fell on the ground, it seemed to burn. The whole world is smeared into the color of fire

"Is there really something wrong with this world?"

He closed his eyes, stopped listening to the vague roar and whine from the wind, and muttered softly: "...Even Avalon has become such a ghost."

"***"

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Late Night Avalon

The sky is obscured by colored clouds, and the moonlight and stars are covered by that layer of lead and the sound of the sea tide comes from afar

The huge city built on the mountain is immersed in the dark, and the sharp shadows seem to penetrate the clouds and extend to the sky

Like a sharp blade, a sharp blade that pierces the sky

At the bottom of the city, under the towering cliffs, there are no more buildings here, only the silent undulations of the tides and the roar of the currents

Under the opened paint-iron gate, the turbid current swept into the sea, splashed with foul-smelling water splashes, and landed on the heavy gate covered with rust

The huge iron gate also vibrated slightly, making a lingering sound.

'The Gate of Thames'

This is the bottom of the city, the entrance of the Thames River

The intricate sewers under Avalon converge here, and the hidden things under the entire city are here, as the turbid water turns into a river and rushes into the sea

The pungent breath and the stench will diffuse together

Just by the river, on a eroded rock, sits an old man

Like a homeless tramp who is bored through the long nights

Beside him, the ghost hand stepped in the mud, tilted his head and lit his pipe, took a deep breath, and exhaled a curl of smoke

There is a silent silence, only the vaguely humming ballads in the shaman’s throat, hoarse and far away, like a traveling traveler remembering his hometown

So, the singing voice is lonely and hoarse

In the long long night, the midnight bell suddenly came from the top of the mountain

The roaring bells faintly spread, and the iron gates roared right beside them, trembling behind the iron gates, countless gears, winches and iron chains were turning

The first channel is opened, the second channel is opened, and the third channel is opened... The time for the discharge is up, and the Thames river is becoming more and more turbulent

The faint sound of the tide came from behind the iron gate, like a copper kettle boiling, tumbling blisters emerged, and the stench surging in the squally wind

Boom

In the towering city, in the darkness of the Xiacheng district, there was a sudden roar and a ray of fire lighted up

In the dark, that ignited light emerged from nothing and burned presumptuously, like a candle in this dark world

The candlelight illuminates the sound of fighting, and there is a faint roar. The roaring and ruined buildings wailed in the flames, collapsed, and were torched

This is just the beginning

Followed by the second, third, fourth...the huge lower city is constantly lit with flames, and it is the furious thugs who set fire to it.

There was a hoarse roar in the sea breeze, and the grinning sound of swords rubbing against me

The quiet city was broken by the noise. In the light of candles, the turmoil and noise spread in an incredible degree

Countless buildings have been lit, whether they are low sheds, dilapidated buildings, or gorgeous Ganluyuan, they are all lit by fire at this moment

The mobs accompanied by swords walked onto the street, in groups, smashed the enemy’s chassis, looted money, and burned everything they went.

The war that has been suppressed behind the scenes has finally reached its peak, breaking through the darkness and cover, and unfolding in every place in the Xiacheng District

The burning light illuminates the dark city, illuminating this city of sharp blades in the flames

It's like turning it into a sword of flame

Behind the towering city walls, the nearby Midtown and the high uptown seemed to be still asleep, just opened an eye coldly from their sleep, and looked at the fight of this group of beggars indifferently. Kill

The fire light illuminates the shaman’s gray hair

"How many years have there been such a big move?"

He raised his eyes and murmured softly: "The counterattack of the parliament is really terrible, it's like torch the entire city"

"They want the fish to die"

The ghost hands frowned slightly: "Otherwise, if this continues, their power in the Xiacheng District will be thoroughly washed out by us

This time, if you don’t die, they won’t let go."

"Then come and kill me, my head is here"

The shaman laughed, took out the iron jug from his arms, unscrewed the lid, drank the cold spirits and the spirits flowed into his throat like a burning blade, as if he The soul is also ignited

"Ghosts, where are my knights?"

"In those flames"

"Are they fighting?"

"Yes"

"Are they dying?"

"Yes"

"They died because of me"

The shaman drank the spirits in the pot and threw it into the turbid stream: "Let me watch them die"

He stretched out his hand, took the heavy wooden drum from the hand of the ghost hand, and stroked the skin of the drumhead

On the old wooden drum, there are scorched marks and cracks. You can vaguely see the fuzzy patterns remaining on it, but those patterns are not clear, as if they have grown old with the owner.

Like a wizard walking from the dark world, the shaman sat cross-legged on the reef, holding a wooden drum in his arms, looking up at the burning fire, the wooden drum was struck

The sound of the drums is long and vague, like a faint heartbeat from the underworld

This old man seems to be immersed in drunkenness, beating the wooden drum, immersed in the chaotic beat, singing hoarsely:

"In the turbulent sound, in the loud sound, drowned in the breath that blows everything-**-fainting-to a worry-free world"

Boom

Turbid current rushes

After the Thames Gate suddenly shook, the turbid current that was brewing swept across the river, rushing into the sea along the river, and the darkness hidden under Avalon was also swept up, spouting out the gate in the stench, in the tide Ripples in China

The sluice finally opened, and the turbid currents in the nineteen passages gathered in one place, leaning arbitrarily

The stream of water carries the scorching smell of flames, as well as the residue of ashes. There is something faintly emerging in the yellow and pungent stream.

The strong wind swept the clouds and tore a gap, so the cold moonlight fell from the sky, illuminating the faces in the water, and layers of bones

Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands?

A steady stream of wreckage flows out of the dark and sinks into the ocean

This is clearly a...a river of bones

In the roaring turbid current~IndoMTL.com~Those broken corpses are rolling, bare bones, rotten internal organs, and dead eyes

Those dense corpses came from all directions, were thrown down from every sewer entrance, rolled in the turbid current, brewed in Avalon’s belly, and finally washed by the water, from the Thames Gate Rush out in the middle

The Thames is the most diligent bone picker. It collects the corpses that are shattered in the fight, just like collecting treasures and admiring their desperate eyes. It **** the last trace of heat from the corpses, and there is no nostalgia Throw them away

Just by the rushing river bank, the shaman looked down at the pair of dim eyes and sang the funeral memorial song in a hoarse voice

"We will eventually die, we will never be separated forever, forever, infinity, no awakening, no fear..."

The broken voice melted into the darkness, spreading in the stench and residual despair, leading those resentful souls to the dark world

The bones floated into the sea (to be continued)


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