Silent Crown Chapter 290: ‘Heart’ is sincere and spirit

When that hand stretched out, the dark vortex quietly collapsed, and all the power was extracted by the palm of that hand, turning it into a faint figure.

As if separated by layers of curtains, the shadow is so vague, but it disturbs all the music around it all the time, causing it to fall into the black zone of etheric riots wherever it goes.

The black zone trembled, making its figure extremely illusory.

This is the resistance of the Shadow of Avalon.

Here is Arthur's scepter, the fallen ‘Heaven on Earth’, whose music theory rejects the invasion of external forces.

The huge existence in the etheric realm cannot enter the material realm. To pass through that door, he must suppress the power from the level of the gods and truly form an incarnation.

The shadow snorted coldly, the aura of the abyss changed drastically, and countless music theories were intertwined in an instant. After putting away the terrible aura, after a burst of illusion and blur, the shadow finally gradually became clear.

The first thing that emerged was an old face, weather-beaten, with thirty-two different looks, changing all the time, but full of gloom and deceit, eyes like an abyss, deceiving people's hearts.

Wearing a vague gown, he gathered all the honor and majesty in the world.

One of the nine incarnations of the Hundred Eyes in the world, the king of change and chaos-the Lord of Darkness.

Stepping into the void, he walked in the direction of the palace step by step, looking at Jerome's stagnant back, only sneered softly.

"Arrogant."

Boom!

The solidified world was instantly lifted from its shackles and moved again. But in the roar, everything is completely different.

In an instant, the enchantment collapsed, all the royal musicians were hit hard in an instant, the seven orifices bleed, and the matrix of Mary's spear fell apart—this was just the aftermath.

The figure of Jerome was distorted, the chapter of destiny brewing in the heart and soul was shattered in an instant, the ring of resonance fell apart, and dense blood mist spewed out from the body.

He fell to the ground silently. The holy spear fell off his hand and rolled into a pool of blood.

The Lord of Darkness descended on the earth, Gavin, wearing a red sacrificial robe, knelt to the ground, and the black musicians kowtowed. Don't dare to move rashly. The Lord of Darkness passed through the kneelings of his followers and walked towards the palace.

At the end of the line, Naberis' body shook and twitched, but he forced himself to raise his head. Looking at the gradual shadow, I used all my strength to make a hoarse voice:

"My agreement with you is complete! Sixty years of penance, where is the freedom I want?!"

The Lord of Darkness passed by him, without squinting, just faintly touching his forehead with a vague finger, and a hoarse voice came: "As you expected, Joker, you are free."

Nabelis only heard a soft noise in his head, blood flowing from his face. Tragic and embarrassed. He bowed his head and vomited blood, but he couldn't help showing an ecstatic smile on his face, because the shackles that had bound him for more than sixty years had disappeared.

He lowered his head and grinned:

"Then, does your majesty need the help of the ministers?"

"These areas are beyond your reach, you just need to look up."

The Lord of Darkness smiled disdainfully, staring at the dark palace in front of him with deep eyes:

"——Witness the miracle of death! Witness the birth of the new members of the "Princes of Darkness"!"

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"Uncle, are you okay? Why did you hang up? It's too simple to hang up! At least it's a dying struggle."

Charle shook Jerome in a pool of blood: "You haven't been handsome for three seconds! How come you broke the mark..."

Jerome was dying, opened his eyes with difficulty, and vomited fishy blood-the law of the abyss entangled in his body. Drag him into hell.

He is rapidly aging and dying.

"Wait a minute, I'll treat you right away." Charles was stunned, trying to bandage Jerome in a hurry. No way to start. He didn't even know how Jerome was injured.

"It's useless." Jerome was furious: "Shire, I'm not saved."

"Then what should I do?"

Charles wanted to cry without tears: "Forcing you all to pretend, why take me with you when you die! Help! Help! Who will help me! I am willing to promise by my body..."

"Shut up..."

Jerome's expression changed, his face was pale, and another spit of blood was vomited, staring at him like a deathly stare: "Take out your bones. Charles, where is your dignity?

At this moment, even if you call for help, who else will come to save you? "

"Sincere is spirit."

Charles wiped his tears, and choked: "Maybe my younger brother will fall from the sky if I brush it in the next moment... I, my younger brother are amazing!"

"You..."

Jerome spit out a mouthful of old blood, and has no strength to scold him anymore. Dream if you like to dream, at least you can die with a glimmer of hope.

He lay in a pool of blood, looking tiredly at the dim sky.

He saw the moonlight.

In the dim stars, moonlight descends from the sky.

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A quarter of an hour ago, at the top of the White Tower.

The dying boy lay in a pool of blood, but the pool of blood was outlined and guided by invisible power, and turned into his ‘last words’. The blood spread like the complex branches of thorns and vines.

That is the movement of "Moonlight".

As if there are thousands of hands moving at the same time, it expands the blood, and when they cross each other, the ether will agitate and shoot out sparks. Until the end, the entire top of the tower was shrouded in this scarlet.

When the cold moonlight fell, it seemed to blend into the blood, making the blood glow with a soft light. The silent melody of the blood book flows in the moonlight, echoing in Ye Qingxuan's heart.

"It's so beautiful."

Ye Qingxuan stared at the bright moon in the sky and felt the last warmth drifting away from his body.

The body can no longer feel the weight, as if it will fly into the sky, but the consciousness falls into the darkness and sinks slowly—the effect brought by the medicine, the short period of lingering breath is finally over.

Death came quietly, without pain. The faintness gradually engulfed him, causing his eyes to slowly close, his breathing cut off, and he just walked into the eternal peaceful long sleep... blame!

Quiet a ghost!

If you die before you even live at the age of twenty, will you definitely become a resentful spirit? Just being stabbed by someone, how could it be possible to lie down and hang up so comfortably!

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his fists with all his last strength, and smashed down towards the **** movement beneath him!

It's dead or alive, just look at this last fight!

On the fingertips of the Nine Heavens Ring, the amber gem is brewing with a weak electric light, like a candle in the wind. But the residual candle in the wind fell into the blood and turned into a prairie fire.

In a flash, lightning bursts.

The eye of Indra draws blood, and continuously turns the blood of that person into thunder and lightning. The thunder and lightning soars into the sky, spreading in all directions along with the blood.

The alchemy matrix was activated, and some strings emerged from the thunder, criss-crossed and erected in the void, playing a cold and lonely melody.

With the frenzied lightning and blood, the melody echoes the moonlight.

So the moonlight fell from the sky!

The phantom of Gawain that dissipated in the torrent of moonlight, melted into the **** movement, and brightened!

And in the light, Ye Qingxuan was trembling with thunder, and roared in pain.

The endless moonlight followed the remaining blood and poured into his body. The moonlight merged into the ether, and it traveled through the blood vessels like a flame, rushing turbulently.

It's like the body was burned to death in an instant, every inch of flesh and blood came with intense pain, the paused breathing finally continued again, the drowsy consciousness gradually awakened, and the hollow eyes of the teenager reflected the sky. The bright moon lit up again.

A hundred times, a thousand times more power than he expected was concentrated in the blood, making the blood hot like lava, illuminating his empty chest.

He gritted his teeth, pressed the Nine Heavens Ring with both hands, controlling the change of the melody, and guiding the moonlight and ether to flow into his body. A cold light rushed from the crack in his chest.

In that empty chest, endless ether gathers, brews, and gradually pulsates.

——Small source structure!

If there is no heart, just make a new one!

Relying on losing 60% of his body's blood, Ye Qingxuan finally gathered the last moonlight, merged it into his body, and solved it to create the ‘source of ether’ in his body.

The ‘interval’ is created with the actual notes, and the music theory of the combination of intervals...The ether is guided by the interweaving of the music theory, and the flame-like power awakens from the ether.

‘As above, as below, then the beginning of all things will come.’

Relying on this alchemy matrix, he wants to rebuild a heart for himself with the "Xiaoyuan Technology"!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly crushed the blood-colored conch in his hand-until now, after Ye Qingxuan's psychology school was able to freely enter and exit the shadow of Avalon, it has no other functions and might as well be used as a consumable it's here.

After all, it’s the heart creation, and it’s a little bit more power.

In an instant~IndoMTL.com~ the essence condensed from the blood of thousands of people burst out suddenly, poured into Ye Qingxuan's body, and slowly and continuously transformed into the blood of heaven and human.

At this moment, under the stimulation of the movement, the blood of heaven and human greedily extracts the brilliance of the moon and the earth, and the power contained in it rises steadily, until finally, it almost emits light.

Not only the light of the white moon is attracted, but the light of the blue moon is also integrated into it. The light of the two moons complements each other in his body and merges with each other, transforming the ether into a new power.

Ye Qingxuan carefully controlled the radiance that was enough to destroy his deity. The radiance gathered in his empty chest and emerged from the crack.

In the light, a soft melody quietly emerged.

Like the gentle flowing water and gentle wind, in the entanglement of water and wind, there is a melody of moonlight lingering. From the vacant places, the meaning of the growth of all things quietly emerged.

It seems that all the good things in the world are gathered here, gentle and charming, intoxicating.

"Song of Spring". (To be continued.)