Silent Crown Chapter 358: Opponents

　　"Where is the master?"

　　 For this, ‘Barrow’ just sneered and did not answer.

　　"What did you prepare at the Northern Hotel? A trap? Or an ambush?" Samuel stared at him tightly: "Say, I'm interested."

　　 "There is nothing interesting, just a transformation ritual."

　　 ‘Baluo’ pursed his lips and chuckled: "After all, you are all elites of the new generation. If my lord is thirsty for talents, how can I do that kind of murderous things?

　　Death praise is not just a bandit who only knows **** and set fires. Naturally, the more companions the better, especially the elites like Mr. Samuel..."

　　's voice did not fall, and a scream sounded in the distance.

　　 Dozens of frantic abyssal fluctuations appeared, and then, a **** head was thrown back.

　　 ‘Barlow’ looked at Samuel, as if seeing him quietly gesturing behind his back, and smiled meaningfully: "Is there anything else you want to ask? I will definitely know everything."

　　Samuel’s expression darkened.

　　 Those who wanted to escape were also stunned, with despair in their eyes.

　　"Although the purpose is not pure, I escorted everyone along the way, right? Why do some people leave without saying thank you? It makes me sad."

　　He stretched out his hand, picked up the head on the ground, and touched the deceased’s lips playfully with his fingers, and said softly to everyone: "Come, read it to me-thank you."

　　"……"

　　 No one responded. In the silence, someone finally made up their minds, and their figure jumped up: "I'll stop them! Everyone split up..."

　　 before he finished his words, he walked away.

　　 torn apart, the blood was splashed, falling on everyone's pale face.

　　 "Go?"

　　 ‘Baluo’ pursed his lips and smiled: "The place is here, where do you want to go?"

　　 The blood is broken like rain, like it will never end.

　　In the washing of blood, the illusion shattered, and the burning town and ruined walls quickly dissipated. In the end, only the hall full of blood stains remained.

　　 is in the northern hotel that has turned into a magic nest. The corpses of the dead are everywhere.

　　 Around the huge alchemy matrix, sixteen black musicians blew away the melody, played cold dark movements, sacrificed and praised. The ‘sacrifices’ who had fled were standing in the alchemy matrix.

　　 The black aura bound them like a substance. Immobile.

　　 Those who were “dead” on the road were thrown on the altar long ago, slowly transforming into the dark race, and soon, a “newborn” with a **** came from blood Climb out of the pool.

　　The black musicians waiting nearby called out the names of the same kind, and put on a pure black robe for them.

　　"The reincarnation ceremony has already been prepared."

　　 "Faceless Actress" finally showed its true identity. Bare that empty face, with a smile on his face, open his arms towards the chaotic musicians:

　　 "Now, what do you think?"

　　 Everyone looked pale, looking around at the hideous demons, unable to move. But in the group of demons, a few familiar faces appeared.

　　 "Asa?! How could it be you? And Lorenzo..." Someone was stunned: "Aren't you dead?"

　　In the team, a female musician whose half of her face was burned by flames screamed, looking at the familiar face behind the crowd: "Benny! How are you... why are you still alive..."

　　 Those who reappeared were musicians who died in the attack, and some even died in front of their friends. The body was buried. But now, they reappear here, the same as before.

　　 "Magic!"

　　Someone roared: "This is illusion!"

　　Miller finally reacted, and subconsciously looked at the teammate beside him, the musician from the famous illusionist school, but the musician's face was bloodless and full of decadence.

　　 After cruelly crushing an eyeball, he was dull for a long time, then slowly shook his head.

　　 "It turned out to be...really?!"

　　 is true...

　　 "Anna."

Among the black musicians, the man named Benny looked at his lover tenderly: "We finally meet again. These are all gifts from God. Please don’t doubt, you remember our first time Was it the scene when we met? At that time we..."

　　 The more he said, the more incredible Anna's expression became until the end. Tears burst into his eyes. Staggering back, covering his burned to scorched face, sobbing in embarrassment:

　　 "Don't look at me, my dear, I am now... I couldn't save you, sorry!"

　　 "All illnesses are just appearances. Don't care. Honey, we have met again." Benny opened his arms and waved to her, eyes full of tenderness:

　　 "Come here, my girl, come here, come to me."

　　 Anna hesitated, walked over carefully, hugging Benny, and the two kissed affectionately. The love in Benny’s eyes was not false. Anna seemed to have finally confirmed that the lover in front of her was not a phantom, so excited. Crying.

　　 Benny said something to her in a low voice. Soon, she made up her mind, shed her clothes, and walked onto the altar.

　　Amidst the anger of everyone, she walked into the core of the transformation ceremony.

　　 Soon, under the persuasion of those relatives and friends who had come back from the dead, a group of musicians willingly stepped onto the altar. The faceless musician embraced the people who came up one by one, welcoming them to join.

　　 Until the end, he looked at Samuel who was half-scorched.

　　"Mr. Samuel, you are the person named by Captain Crowley. Now you must have witnessed the power of our Lord to reverse life and death. Why are you not willing to face reality?"

　　The faceless musician stood in front of him, looking down at him: "Is it such a humiliating thing to worship before the truth? How about you, Mr. Miller, the chant school has always been the cradle of our black musicians , Aren’t you interested in the transformation between life and death?

　　 As long as you lower your head, you can see the treasure that our Lord has given you. "

　　 Miller’s lips were pale, trembling, and stood in front of Samuel, just looking at the faceless musician with a hoarse voice: "Your god, not my god."

　　"How can the clay sculpture wood carvings you worship compare with the great existence?"

　　 The faceless musician looked cold and raised his hand: "Then I'm sorry, there is only one chance."

　　 Miller closed his eyes and died, but the hand was not cut off and was held by another person.

　　 "Wait a minute. Will."

　　The comer stopped his companions and said flatly: "Let me talk to them."

　　 "Then...I will leave it to you."

　　 Will glanced at the visitor, and took a step back with a smile. So the comer turned around and took off his mask. A familiar face was revealed.

　　"—Barlow!"

　　Miller was dumbfounded, and even Samuel’s gloomy eyes flashed with astonishment.

　　 "It's me."

　　 Barlow smiled, but his expression was extremely quiet and peaceful, there was no bloodshot eyes in his pupils, and there was no mania. Like a quiet and gentle boy, no animal troubles anymore.

　　"Not seeing you for a few hours, it's like many years." He asked softly, "Are you okay?"

　　Miller’s expression changed, he staggered back, as if he wanted to say something, but kept silent.

　　Samuel looked at him coldly, as if looking at something abominable.

　　 "Barlow, you are dead." He said, "People who are dead should not crawl out of the grave."

　　 "Are you worried that I am fake?"

　　Barlow stepped forward: "Don't worry about me. Samuel, I'm fine now. I'm not dead. Will really made me see the real power...

　　Do you remember when we first met three years ago? I was at that time..."

　　 "At that time you were much more normal than you look now."

　　 "That's because I am normal now."

　　 Barlow laughed: "I don't feel the trouble of anger and mania anymore. The feeling of calmness is really wonderful. I have surrendered the restless animal nature in my heart. This is a gift from your majesty.

　　The current me has regained..."

　　嗤!

　　 spewing blood.

　　 came out of Barlow's heart.

　　 A dagger came out of Samuel's hand, as if it had been drilled thousands of times. It was already weak enough to move, but in a hurry, it was still incredibly fast.

　　 drew the dagger from the shaft of the boot. Flip the wrist and send it forward, the knife light like a fish swimming in the air, sinking into the chest. Throwing into the heart, there was a splash of crimson water.

　　 Blood spurts on Samuel's face.

　　 "I... I... I am... He... He..."

　　 Barlow looked at Samuel blankly, trying to say something, but the blood poured back into his lungs, and he fell on his knees, speechless.

　　Samuel drew his dagger. He wiped another hole in his throat.

　　Barlow fell to the ground, and at the last moment, he still stared at Samuel in front of him, his godless eyes reflected the blood-stained face.

　　 "Sorry, Barlow."

　　Samuel just sat on the ground, lowered his eyes, "Since you didn't die in the fight, but I hope you can die in shame. At least, like the original you..."

　　 "Samuel!"

　　 Will was stunned, unable to react, and furious: "What did you do! That's your friend! He came back from the dead, just to see you again!"

　　 "He is not my friend."

　　Samuel raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes as cold as iron: "From the beginning, it was not."

　　 "You..."

　　"Friends? Where could he have friends?"

　　Samuel raised his hand and smoothed his eyes for Barlow, with a soft voice: "A paranoid like him, with only victory and strength in his eyes, friendship, I am afraid that there has never been such a thing, right?

　　He is my approved opponent, and I will defeat the enemy by myself. Since I saw him for the first time three years ago, I have thought about it, and so has him.

　　 Even if you don’t do it, he will definitely challenge me before the trial is over, upright ~IndoMTL.com~ like a real musician, even if you are born and die.

　　 In order to challenge me, he chose this crazy road, but now his weak appearance makes me feel sorry for him, and I feel...disgusting! "

　　 "Things that do not live or die!"

　　 Will smiled furiously, "If this is the case, then there is no need to keep you."

　　 Snap!

　　 He flashed like a phantom, stretched out his hand, his sharp finger bones cut through Samuel's chest, and suddenly came out from behind. In his hand, the heart was squeezed out of his fingertips like mud, blood gushing out.

　　Samuel was hung up by the faceless musician, like a burnt out tattered doll, let him play with it. But the blood slid down from his cheeks like tears.

　　 seems to be crying.

　　 He closed his eyes, let the blood and tears fall, and the final sound was cut off. But in the broken chest, there was a sound of flame burning.

　　 "Do you know? I have been waiting for him to challenge me..."

　　 The eyes of the deceased opened again, it was lava-like crimson. In those eyes, there was no fear, no hesitation, neither anger nor gloom.

　　 is just burning like a fire.

　　 is just burning, which makes people feel scared.

　　"——I waited for this day for three years!"

　　 At that moment, the Copper Mountain roared! (To be continued.)