Silent Crown Chapter 293: But so

You don’t need to use your brain at all. A black musician can recognize what that guy is holding in his hand—the sacred nail of the Silent Organ!

In these years, the guys who will carry this kind of singing consumables with them are either the'ascetic monks' of the Faculty of Faith, or the silent musicians of the Holy City's Silent Organ...but no matter which one it is Not much better!

The previous one was an executioner trained by the Inquisition's hard work. The purpose of existence is to tie all heretics to the torture frame. The latter... is the signature of the Silent Organization, the musician killer, a musician who specializes in hunting musicians!

Either way, it's terrible.

Even if this guy looks like an official musician who has just advanced, it wouldn't be surprising what evil things happen in such an evil place.

The gods are ahead, at this critical juncture, they won't have any relaxation or hesitation, and they will go all out to break his corpse on the spot and burn it to ashes.

Otherwise, it would be me who burned to ashes.

In that noisy, sharp, one after another hoarse singing, the roar blasted out of thin air.

The abyss wind tunnel was opened. Through the wind tunnel, you can see the vast darkness raging in it, setting off a monstrous tide. Thick darkness gushes out from it, obscuring the moonlight and engulfing everything.

In that pitch black, the limbs of the ferocious beast flashed past, and it shattered immediately. The blood spurted out continuously, turning into a rain of blood. The light of iron wind, thunder and fire lit up, and then extinguished, like a meteor bursting out of destruction in a fleeting moment. There is also the bleak green mist of cursing, and the swaying of layers of splitting rays.

Destroy all illusions, barriers, and obstacles, block all escape spaces, and make the prey in them nowhere to escape, and then...

In the abyss wind tunnel, a large bone-white palm condensed, stretched out, and scratched the air. There was a loud noise of thunder.

I don't know which summoning musician is fighting for the price of burning blood, using his own trump card, and summoning a mysterious existence from the etheric realm.

It was just a huge hand with a knuckle of several meters in length that raised storms, thunder, flames and frost, and snapped at the young man in the mist. Immediately afterwards, the roar clenched tightly.

The sound of the rubbing of the boulders is endless, even the pure steel and the war fortress will be crushed under the crush of the deep sea. The stone powder flew, the scorched earth broke, and a huge pothole appeared on the earth.

Till the end. The bone-white giant hand disappeared without a trace, and there was a mess in the dark fog.

Only the hoarse voices of the black musicians**, they recognized the chaotic etheric fluctuations in it, and their eyes were puzzled:

"Dead?"

"Can't feel any breath..."

"There is no bones left."

The black musician sneered, "Huh, but so."

"Yes."

In the nightmare mist, a soft sigh came, "But that's it."

At that moment, all the black musicians felt a cold air rushing from their heels to the back of their heads, and their color suddenly changed. In shock, shot again.

The nightmare mist is soaring, and the shadows are heavy.

At this time, they can no longer take care of all the hole cards, and they shot at the same time. But at the same time, there was a hint of pure white light shining through the fog.

So clear, so pure, no blemish light can be seen, it's not moonlight, it's not from the sun, it doesn't belong anywhere in this world.

It seems that heaven really exists in the dark. God sits on his throne, shining flawlessly. Wherever he went, all power was overwhelmed, and all demons were purified. All heretics worship.

In this light, it is the abode of God.

The light only flashed for a moment, and several black musicians screamed, their eyes scorched, and they burned into a mass of trash on the spot!

——This kind of light, you can't look directly at it!

""Requiem"!"

Someone covered their eyes and screamed: "Don't look at the light! That is from "Requiem"..."

"——Seiya!"

In the dissipated nightmare mist. The young man stood in a beam of light, raised his hat and smiled.

The light covers his body, a thin layer, but it isolates all the **** and filth in this world, as if there is another world after the light. All the power of this world is nothing but a mirror image to it.

"This is a sanctuary created by God himself. This is a priceless sacrament..."

In the light, there seemed to be countless divine envoys singing softly, "Holy! Holy! Holy!"

This is the movement inscribed in the inheritance of the "Stone Heart School", one of the roots of the school is forbidden, "Seiya"!

That power is not manifested in geomantic omen and fire, nor is it creation or destruction, but a pure realm composed of music theory, the rudiment of all scepters, and the cornerstone of all realms.

Through the resonance of his own source and the Tower of Elizabeth, Ye Qingxuan finally borrowed the power of the Avalon Great Enchantment, and started the inheritance movement in the top hat with the same music theory and chanting.

So, passing through the nine-layer etheric sea, the realm from the etheric realm is thus overlaid on the material realm, following the origin of singing, rewriting the rules, distorting the laws, and creating a blessed realm that is absolutely inviolable.

There is no way to interfere with any movement that has not reached the scepter level.

From beginning to end, the biggest mistake made by the black musicians was that they didn't expect Ye Qingxuan to transfer the core of the enchantment to his own heart!

At this moment, the entire Avalon Great Enchantment has become his source of power, continuously providing him with endless ether.

As long as he is under the Elizabeth Tower, there is absolutely no danger of being deprived of power, and only the power of Avalon's Great Enchantment can supply the terrifying consumption required by the movement of "Seiya".

Every second, every moment, Ye Qingxuan can feel a massive amount of terrifying ether thrown into the movement, maintaining this absolute realm.

Just as the node of the technical secondary school, he has an illusion that his soul is ignited by friction. Just guiding the power through the fine control of the Nine Heavens Ring Pei has consumed all his energy.

It's just that now...

"...Is it my turn?"

To the black musicians, Ye Qingxuan grinned, the long nails in his hands clanged, and the rapid melody and the roar of the horn suddenly burst out of thin air!

Under the Nine Heavens Ring, the magnificent melody reverberates.

Using Xiaoyuan in his body as a fulcrum, Ye Qingxuan tried to consume the ether after being alienated by himself for the first time, so as to touch the sea of ​​ether and try to resonate with the world.

So the world responded with a bang.

——Play in higher order!

For the first time, "Night of the Barren Mountain", which reached the resonance level, burst out of his hands. Through the fulcrum of "Xiaoyuan", Ye Qingxuan used the majestic power from the sea of ​​ether.

In the next instant, the black musicians who were retreating quickly changed their expressions.

As the earth broke apart, crimson flames gushed out from the cracks. As if the entrance to purgatory was opened, all sinners were involuntarily pulled towards the flame.

The melody whirled violently in everyone's ears, silver light suddenly shot out of thin air, dozens of silver-cast spikes trembled, responding to the singing of punishment.

The endless darkness seemed to freeze, trembling in the turbulent singing, and then, the horn burst out loudly. It was as if a black iron pouring torture frame rose from the ground, entwining the black musicians.

The torture frame is like a forest, densely interlaced, sealing all exits.

Immediately afterwards, the silver-cast spikes whizzed out. The rune above emits fiery light. These valuable alchemy weapons have now become disposable consumables, inspiring all their power in the blazing flames.

The sound of piercing sounded continuously, and all the living creatures with the breath of demons cruelly penetrated, and they were nailed to the fire frame, cutting off the connection between the ether.

After that, flames spewed frantically from the cracks in the ground.

The flames rose up into the sky, burning the sky red with tragic wailing, and the fire of **** was burning vigorously.

This is the cornerstone of the prestigious foundation that was laid when the "Ministry of Faith" was also called the "Inquisition". The torture racks erected on the mountains and plains illuminate every dark night.

Take demons as fuel, and transform into an inextinguishable flame, proclaiming the arrival of dawn!

The people on trial will atone for their sins in the flames.

Otherwise, it will burn forever!

It's just a snap, and the hapless ghosts nailed to the torture frame have been burned out, their bodies turned into flames and merged into the movement, providing Ye Qingxuan with a steady stream of firepower.

The remaining black musicians stood together in a group, resonating with each other, constantly trying to fight back. But when the music theory of "The Night of the Barren Mountain" was officially revealed, this place had become Ye Qingxuan's home ground. How could he give them a chance to win?

The melody roars, pushing the movement to the most extreme.

Ye Qingxuan moved forward, swaying the fire of judgment, and the flames blazed down on the few black musicians who were still lucky. Interrupted the melody of their attempt to gather the ether, brewing a counterattack.

Once the theory of music in the Forbidden School is formed, it will strongly repel the power of other schools, resulting in a repressive effect. With the unlimited supply of the Great Enchantment, Ye Qingxuan really experienced the thrill of a force reduction for the first time~ IndoMTL.com~ Although he will be beaten back to his original form after leaving the Elizabeth Tower, it does not prevent him from being here for the first time. Take this group of black musicians to practice their hands!

The time must be hurry, otherwise the ghost knows how long the large enchantment he put together will last...

"It's terrible."

In a small shadow, Naberis stared at the young man’s back and whispered softly: "How deep is the accumulation? Just as an official musician, he has touched the threshold of resonance class... if It’s not the “obstacle of knowledge and vision”, I’m afraid it’s possible to upgrade directly across tiers.

Horrible, terrible..."

He listened to the roaring melody in the young man's hands, his ears trembling, carefully distinguishing the faint beats in it, and his hands were constantly combining pieces of metal muscles.

"Sorry, Mr. Holmes, let's forget it. This new body hasn't been transformed yet, and its combat power is simply not worth mentioning... But I am a black musician. I will attack you shamelessly. Blame it?" (To be continued.)