Silent Crown Chapter 370: Shadow sunflower

　　Nabelis’s words have something, but Ye Qingxuan can’t tell whether this is a faithful reminder or a tale of instigation, but something flashes in his mind inexplicably, like inspiration, I can’t grasp it, and cannot remember .

　　 And in meditation, the Knights Templar surrounded them.

The knight led by 　　 raised their hands, and the other knights put away their arms, guarding the surroundings. The knight stepped forward and looked at his iconic silver hair:

　　"Ye Qingxuan, representative of the Angelu School?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan nodded: "It's me."

　　"Very good." The knight nodded, turned his head and reported to the lion head coat of arms on his shoulders in a low voice: "Ye Qingxuan has been found, and there is a little girl from Romulus."

　　A vague sound came from the lion head crest, noisy and low. The knight nods:

　　 "Understand."

　　 "It's too chaotic here. Please leave with me. The Knights have established a safe zone outside." The Knights said, "Leave the Knights to take care of the rest."

　　 To be honest, Ye Qingxuan couldn't ask for it.

　　 When the survivors were found, the knights formed two teams. One team continued to perform the mission, and the other three-person team took Ye Qingxuan and Elsa out of the town.

　　 There were no dangers along the way, and soon they passed through the collapsed city wall and left the center of the battlefield.

　　 On the ruins, Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked at the battlefield shrouded in smoke and fire, just as if a world away.

　　 Soon, the refugee camp in the safe zone arrived, and injured musicians and wailing were everywhere, and chanters in white were walking among them.

　　A few medical personnel came forward and took Elsa for the examination. But the other knight waiting in front of the door walked towards Ye Qingxuan.

　　He wore a cyan-gold armor, which was much slenderer than his colleagues, and sacrificed a lot of defense for the improvement of agility.

　　 This is a messenger knight who conveys the commander’s order. He showed his identity certificate. After Ye Qingxuanyan saw it, he led the way:

　　"Please come with me, Commander-sir wants to see you."

　　 "See me?"

　　 "You are the musician we have discovered the deepest in the battlefield. Maybe I want to find you to understand the specific situation of those dark musicians." The knight didn't say much, just made a gesture of leading the way again:

　　 "Please follow me."

　　 Ye Qingxuan shrugged. I was about to follow, but I heard a scream from a distance.

　　 He was taken aback for a moment, his face suddenly changed, and it was Elsa's voice.

　　 He ignored the knight. Walk in the direction where the scream came from. In front of the door of the medical room, the two knights saw the young man coming in forcibly.

　　 Just as the mirror’s phantom dissipated, Ye Qingxuan kicked the door open. Then look to the cold infirmary. And Elsa fixed on the operating table.

　　 Under the cold shadowless lamp, the three doctors looked back at him, frowning.

　　 "What do you want to do!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan pushed away the assistant who came up, glaring at the doctors: "She's just a little girl!"

　　 "She is a Romulus."

　　 Behind him, sent the knight to make a sound:

　　"—she is the only normal Romulus that we have found in Auschwitz so far. All the others have been cocooned and demonized, and we must ensure that she is not infected... …"

　　"So what?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a gloomy expression: "So she should be dissected on the operating table? She can't even remember her own memory, do you think you can find anything!"

　　"Listen, Ye Qingxuan. Don't get excited."

　　 sent the knight to come forward: "These chanters just want to check her, there will be no damage at all. If you are not at ease, you can wait here with me. The check is over. After that, she will be taken to the rest area to take a proper photo..."

The voice of 　　 did not fall, the world was shaking.

　　 The earth looked like a shabby carpet. It was struck hard by the duster, the walls wailed and cracks cracked. In the bleak light of the shadowless lamp, everyone's feet staggered.

　　 and right in the very center of Auschwitz... it condenses into a substantial pitch black mist. Soaring into the sky.

　　 praise for the death, set off a counterattack!

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　　 Ten minutes ago, dozens of huge iron whales were hanging high in the sky. Reflect each other. They surround Auschwitz and form a huge circle.

　　 In the middle of the circle, a big hole was opened in the etheric realm, which represented the light of heaven condensing into substance and shining down from the crack.

　　 For hundreds of years, the kings, countless elites and musicians of the past have gathered in the holy city to construct the road to the great source based on the music theory of the seven elements of musicians. This leads to heaven.

　　 When the light constructed by the theory of music descends from the sky, it crushes the theory of the abyss that is like a tree without roots, sweeping away the geographical advantage of the black musicians, and purifying them all the time, making them look like a headless Avoiding the light like a fly.

　　 It is under the blessing of the light of the kingdom that the Knights Templar can advance steadily.

　　 And just as the battle between the two sides turned white-hot, in the shattered dark sky, Crowley sighed in frustration: "It seems that His Majesty the Pope sent the Knights Templar and will not be on the battlefield. Lah."

　　 beside him, in the shadow, dozens of dark figures laughed strangely.

　　"It’s okay. It’s a great harvest to wipe out the Knights Templar. My lord is sure to please."

　　 "Then, it should not be too late."

　　 Crowley stretched out his hand and appeared in his hand like a violin condensed in the dark night, and the strings sighed faintly, like a lover's whisper in his ear, which made people illusory.

　　 This is the artifact given by Paganini, one of the fallen saints, one of the current Dark Lords.

　　 Under the coherence of many abyssal masters, Crowley held the bow and played the violin. The sound of the violin sounded like weeping, but the melody was full of joy.

　　 is like a prisoner still bound and longing for freedom, waiting for a free release. In the darkness, some terrible power is accumulating, slowly brewing.

　　As the melody spread, all the demons and black musicians in Auschwitz suddenly shook, as if unknown power emerged from the depths of the body. It was like an abyss projected in his body, no longer afraid of the light from the outside world.

　　The theory of music from the abyss is blessed on everyone, urging them to fight back without fear of death. And just as the wailing melody was brewing, the endless darkness stretched out from the earth and slowly rose up, lingering in every inch of soil. Catalyzes the monsters from the abyss, making them more violent.

　　 No matter how mad, the anger and impulse in my heart are still not released. I keep saving, saving and then saving...until the end. When everyone felt that the frenzied flames would completely burn themselves and explode to death, the wailing melody suddenly changed.

　　 In an instant, the freedom of waiting in the dark, longing for blood, venting, and killing spurted out of the body.

　　 Thousands of etheric fluctuations burst out at the same time in an instant. Just like a symphony played after tune, everyone is connected as a whole, playing this hysterical melody together.

　　 The melody is like a flame burning, erupting, and marching frantically, like a once-in-a-lifetime carnival, to pour out all anger, unwillingness and anger completely at this moment.

　　 Then, the music theory of the abyss emerged again like a blowout, contending with the glory of heaven, even temporarily raising the rank of each black musician by more than three knots.

　　 There have never been so many black musicians in such a small place. The frenzied powers of that substance have gathered together, evolving into countless chaotic phantoms.

　　 In the phantom, there are all kinds of unsatisfied and unsatisfied desires in people's hearts!

　　 This is "Carnival"!

　　 The movement created by the fallen saint Paganini on the day he betrayed the holy city sang the abyss of all the people who were released in that man's heart, and it was bottomless.

　　The rift from the abyss was opened. In everyone's heart, every black musician turned into a substitute for the abyss, and in an instant, he overwhelmed the offensive of the Knights Templar.

　　The broken garment of original sin suddenly changed, and it was bridged again. Transformed into a huge wind tunnel, the dark wind tunnel and the light of heaven strangled each other. There are countless musical theories in every moment, and they are broken in the strangulation.

　　 They collide with each other, intensify, burn, and die together.

　　The concentration of ether is increasing rapidly.

　　From the red zone to the black zone. In the end... the entire Auschwitz was completely covered by the frantic sea of ​​ether. The etheric sea, which only exists in observation, descends on this world in the interplay of countless movements.

　　 At this moment, the etheric realm and the physical realm suddenly overlap in the sky.

　　In that dreamlike silver ocean, the long-awaited sacred city and the abyss attacked each other far away. The countless flow of light and the tide of darkness annihilated each other, forming a chaotic vortex.

　　On the ground, the war between the Templars and the black musicians reached the highest point.

　　 There are wailing and roaring sounds every minute and every second.

　　 "The Most Holy One is the One!"

　　The Templars roared~IndoMTL.com~ They were slashing in a sea of ​​blood, brandishing flames and chainsaw swords, and their armors were stained red with blood. Wearing armor full of cracks, walking in a pool of blood, they relentlessly swung their swords to kill the lingering demons on the ground, shattered them with chainsaws, and turned them into dust with flames.

　　 While moving, the roaring building collapsed.

　　The blood-stained Templar walked into the ruins, raised the roaring and spinning chain saw sword, and cut down at the cocoon of the demon condensed by the Romulus in front of him.

　　 Boom!

　　 The cracked masonry shattered.

　　 But the Templar was stunned, because the cocoon of the demon was unharmed.

　　The spinning chain saw sword passed through the cocoon, but it seemed to have penetrated a non-existent shadow. No matter how you chop it, you can't damage it. Even the sword of flames can't burn it in the flames.

　　 At this moment, in Auschwitz, everyone was surprised to find that the cocoon of the demon had become an inaccessible distant thing. Those sleeping Romulus seemed to have turned into shadows, allowing them to use all means to attack, but they never suffered any damage.

　　 And in the depths of the scorched and broken earth, a faint light slowly emerged, and the fuzzy light slowly rose, rooting and branching from the scorched earth, condensing into a hazy form, glowing as if from another The colors of the world.

　　 That is a dim and fuzzy flower.

　　——Shadow Kwai! (To be continued.)