Silent Crown Chapter 305: Secrets of the past

In the middle of the night, the lights in the palace are still shining, illuminating the dark clouds and the boundless ocean in the distance.

In the low voice of the elevator, the carriage rushed into the quiet palace square, and immediately a servant ran over in small steps to lead the way for the dignified man on the carriage.

"When is it?" Lancelot asked.

"Two o'clock in the morning, sir."

The servant respectfully responded and opened the door for him. After Lancelot walked in the door silently, the servant stayed where he was, not daring to see the direction he was leaving, and closed the door for him.

As he progressed, doors opened in front of him.

Until the end, there are no more gorgeous decorations, exquisite oil paintings and carpets, and only a chilly atmosphere remains in the corridor.

Lancelot pushed in.

In the empty meeting room, the chandelier is always on, with only a table and a few chairs. The chairs were already full of people, but Lancelot's one was empty.

On the table is an iron box and several ashtrays. The iron box looks simple and unpretentious, and many cigarettes have been squeezed out in the ashtray, and the piles are as high as a mountain.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, someone looked over.

Most of those men are very old, well-dressed, with glasses, and their faces dignified. They sat in this undecorated and icy room, but they were not obtrusive at all, like the stone statues that should have been here.

While waiting in silence, they didn't talk to each other, they just smoked and thought silently, without showing irritation.

This is the ‘secret room’ that all the Angelus people talk about, the core of the empire, where many conspiracies, blood and secrets were born in the legend.

——Angelu Privy Council.

At first, it was the highest information institution responsible only to the emperor. It was composed of the emperor’s think tank, which formulated government and diplomatic strategies, and the beginning and end of the war.

Later, the emperor decentralized more and more powers and transferred them to their hands... Now, it has become the highest administrative institution in Anglo, appointed by the royal family. A political agency composed of ministers of defense, foreign affairs, internal affairs, and seals.

The last time so many people were summoned here late at night by the royal family was decades ago. Same as last time, everyone's expressions are solemn. It's just that this time with a faint depression.

Intentionally or unintentionally. Everyone's eyes fell on the iron box in the middle of the table, with anxiety and coldness, as if looking at their enemies.

On the table, the box that looks like a solid iron block has no lines or emblems on it, and it's smooth. Sharp edges and corners, without any joints and gaps.

But after watching it for a long time, it will make people feel that the iron box is creeping, exuding an uncomfortable breath.

"The purpose of calling everyone here today, I'm afraid everyone already knows it."

Maxwell first uttered a voice and said bluntly: "Then I won't waste time, just come and see it bluntly-this is the worst situation now."

Maxwell stretched out his hand, pressed it on the iron box, and raised his eyes to look at the others.

The Secretary of State was silent for a moment, then reached out and pressed on. Then came the Minister of Foreign Affairs...Finally, Lancelot took off his gloves, revealing a scar across his palm, and pressed it on the iron box.

When the identities of five people were verified at the same time, there was a crisp sound in the iron box, which seemed to be friction of gears, and the complicated hinges were opened and closed to twist.

During the slight tremor, the smooth surface suddenly opened up a series of gaps, and quickly contracted downwards until the end. It became something like a platform.

And what was originally sealed in it was finally exposed to the pale light.

On the base of the black iron, there is a crystal prism that looks crystal clear. Alchemists smelt the purest metal with iron sand and silver, and transformed it into such glazed gold by transforming its properties. It looks like a crystal, but even close explosions and shocks can't damage it at all.

It is used to make car windows and glass for politicians. The good lighting can make people observe the outside scenery through the glass, and it can also bring people an indescribable sense of security.

Only now, in the whole room, no one feels safe.

In a sound of cold air. Only the feeling of horror spread from the whole body.

Under the cold light, what is sealed in the prism is a **** face...

That face can't tell what it looks like, it looks like a human, not a human. It's like a face that hasn't grown up yet. It's not pleasing to the eye at all, but looking at... makes people feel that there is a kind of beauty in life.

The terrible beauty stunned the human soul, unable to move.

It was solidified in the glass, like a deep sleep, but the peristaltic granulation and bloodshot spread from it, eroding and permeating the entire crystal prism, turning it into a heterogeneous flesh and blood.

The tiny blood vessels are like purplish-red tentacles. They slowly grow in them, winding around the prisms, and the parts exposed in the air are slightly undulating, looking like they are alive...

This **** thing is breathing!

"A few days ago, it was just a piece of fingernail-sized minced meat, shriveled and withered." Maxwell said: "Now, as you can see, it has been inspired by the body and has come back to life... "

The people present looked at it in astonishment, and finally woke up after a long time. Even though they had been prepared before they came, they still couldn't believe it after witnessing all this.

The foreign secretary stared at the prism in the iron box blankly, reaching out to touch: "Is this true?"

"Don't touch it!"

Maxwell's eyes were quick and he held his wrist, his fingers almost touched the slightly wriggling tentacles, and he was abruptly pulled away.

"This is not something novel and fun, sir." Maxwell's eyes were terrifying: "For it, living creatures are just nutrients...it will be drained."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs retracted his palm like an electric shock, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the fingers that hadn't touched anything over and over again, his eyes frightened.

The Secretary of State smoked in silence. After a long time, he made a sound:

"Really it?"

His voice is hoarse, it sounds unpleasant, but it has a somber and solemn breath.

"Yes."

Maxwell nodded and stared at the fleshy prism: "One of the four living creatures in the natural disaster, and the fateful monster entangled with the kingdom of Angru-Leviathan.

Gentlemen, we are in trouble. "

If there is anything that can scare this group of people with great power, then this matter is definitely the first to bear the brunt.

Since the founding of the country, there has been a huge shadow over this country. The natural disaster among the natural disasters, the monster among the monsters-Leviathan, has begun to resurrect!

Just after solving the evil spirit's infiltration and conspiracy, I ran into this situation...

Simply. Terrible!

Lancelot reached out and took out a cigar from his colleague's cigarette case, hesitated, but did not light it, and finally put it back. He covered his mouth and coughed twice in a low voice. The bloodshot coughed up from the corners of the mouth, I asked in a low voice:

"How long do we have?"

"The Archbishop of Mephistopheles told me that with the power of Westminster Abbey, it can be extended for at most five years...Five years later, we will face this enemy that made our ancestors sacrifice countless. "

Maxwell's expression is solemn: "A natural disaster that has truly come to the world."

As soon as I said it, everyone's faces became ugly.

Five years?

Where is enough...

Five years is enough for a person to rise to the ground, earn countless money, and become a decisive rich man. It is also enough to train a group of elite soldiers, enough to make a group of apprentices achieve something, and make the best of them become musicians.

Countless weapons can be built in five years. Launching several wars, plundering countless city-states, accumulating countless wealth... But what can a country do in five years?

For a natural disaster, five years is so short.

For humans, this is especially true.

"Too little."

The Secretary of Defense pinched out the cigarette and lowered his eyes: "There is too little time."

Three wise men, three pillar gods, four living creatures...This is the monster standing at the top of all natural disasters.

Compared with the ‘phenomenal’ natural disasters with no thinking and no knowledge, they may be slightly inferior in terms of pure destructive power, but they can be ranked at the top of all natural disasters. There must be something terrifying.

As the "Leviathan", which is listed as one of the "Four Living Beings" together with the "Hundred Arms Giant", although it does not possess the ubiquitous divinity of the Three Pillar Gods, it also does not need to be long. Coming steps and risking crossing the etheric sea.

They do not exist in the etheric realm, but are huge monsters running rampant in the physical realm.

Once it is truly resurrected. What Angelu needs to face at the brunt is equivalent to a **** who has completely descended into this world, even regardless of any restrictions, who can wield all his power at will.

Imagine a monster that can easily cause the destructive power of natural disaster-level movements...

"Is there no way to stop it?" someone asked.

"Manpower is poor, sir." Maxwell shook his head. The look is cold: "We don't live in a world where everything can be done by shouting two passionate slogans."

"Where's Hermes? He takes so many consulting fees from us every year. Does he just watch it?"

"He said that he has a way, but his Majesty forbids him to investigate this matter, and he is also helpless."

"Why?"

"..."

Lancelot and Maxwell looked at each other and explained: "Hermes is grotesque in his words and deeds, and he is not trustworthy, nor does he have any loyalty.

If he intervenes in this matter, I am afraid it will get worse. "

"Are we only waiting for the war?" the Secretary of Defense asked.

"Yes." Maxwell nodded.

"Then...the lifting of the Royal Fleet's seal should be on the agenda. I can think of a group of land ducks in my hand when I go to fight the natural disaster."

"The royal family is ready. Apart from the key number zero, the Stein Chamber will open up."

"So many years of savings, begin to gradually transform into strength. Within this year, the Avalon Great Enchantment will be completely restored, so that it will be restored to the power of the heavenly advent. Otherwise, we will not have any position at all. ."

"The holy spirits of the masters should also be awakened, and within five years, they should be restored to the level of that year. How many saints' remains can we collect?"

"The three kings should not stay out of the way for the entire western defense line. If we fail, no one will be able to laugh."

Someone thought about it and asked: "Where is the sword in the stone?"

"Still in the palace of the sword fence, the last time I was forced to go out to tell the truth was very reluctant."

Maxwell rolled up his sleeve~IndoMTL.com~ to show them the piercing cracks on his wrists and arms.

There seems to be burning glow among those cracks, stinging people's eyes, like carbon burning in a furnace: "It's not just me, it's already at its limit."

"So, where do we look for a weight that can make a final decision?"

"——Return to the market."

In the long silence, Lancelot suddenly said: "The gun of St. George is still sinking in the Guixu. Do we want to negotiate with the Holy City to retrieve this artifact?"

"Return to the market..."

Everyone was silent, and in the silent room, the hollow wind in the whirlpool faintly echoed.

Sometimes, in order to retrieve things from the past, one has to unearth the secrets buried in the past.

Just once the grave is dug up, is anyone willing to see those **** dirty secrets? (To be continued.)