Silent Crown Chapter 377: Darkness and Wolf

　　The wind and sand that came from nowhere, the cold waning moon hung high, and in the depths of the dark sky, Crowley felt that something beyond his control was born. ≯

　　 It is a green fluorescence, like a wildfire.

　　 one pair, one pair, another pair...

　　A wolf came from the darkness.

　　 Hundreds of silver arcs light up from the darkness. Huge giant wolves emerged from the darkness, silently, like a nightmare coming from unknown places.

　　Anyone staring at them will feel the hair on the bottom of their heart. The scepter of the wolf flute was completely unfolded, and each of them was no less inferior to the existence of that silver wolf.

　　 And, it will only be stronger.

　　 The wolf that has been following the wolf flute is among them. It seems to be just a scout to detect the enemy. In the frantic melody that signaled the beginning of the hunt, a stern and majestic wolf howl suddenly sounded from the depths of the pack.

　　 That was the order from the Wolf King.

　　——The hunt begins!

　　 In an instant, the coldness of the cold spread to all directions, and the crisscrossed arcs roared!

　　 Crowley's contempt faded, finally, his expression was serious, and his hands clenched suddenly.

　　 In the darkness, a hoarse scream suddenly burst out. The chaotic piano melody is like steel rubbing against each other, one after another burst from the dark sky, solemn and hoarse singing sounds.

　　 Above his head, the well of the abyss burst open.

　　 The endless power extracted from the abyss instantly engulfed Crowley, and beneath the round and dark abyss well, Crowley was dressed in a garment of original sin, bathed in the condensed darkness.

　　 Behind him, the phantom of the real form slowly manifested.

　　 That is a giant tree with a human face.

　　 It is rooted in the rotten soil of the abyss, with hundreds of branches spreading out, with many fruits hung, all of which are rotten fur and fresh organs. Hundred branches held those weird flesh and blood like hands, condensing different strengths.

　　 Just above the trunk, there was a strange pale face.

　　 The left eye is pitch black, but the right eye is densely covered with strange compound eyes, and the small pupils scan the surroundings irregularly. Wherever his eyes swept, everything became weird translucent, revealing his own bones and blood, like specimens that had been peeled off one by one.

　　 It’s just that the compound eyes are watching. But the most threatening one was the dark left eye. The left eye shot evil light, just being watched, Ye Qingxuan felt that he was in a trance, and he was almost taken away from his sanity.

　　 In the hoarse and solemn singing, the sins boiling in the abyss are called. The giant tree with human face absorbs the dark will, and looks luxuriant, deformed and weird, with countless branches like arms grabbing the silver wolves that appear out of thin air.

　　 Wherever the withered branches passed, there were dark traces in the air, like the remnants of countless evil thoughts. Under that strong malicious oppression, the melody of the Wolf Flute Chapter of Fate almost faintly produced chaos, unable to sustain himself.

　　 is like a lightly jumping melody, there is a sudden interfering weird noise. In the solemn singing, the fanatical dark will bursts one after another. Like a sea tide, it hits the foundation of the wolf flute scepter, and also oppresses the silver wolves that are moving strangely.

　　The dark hymn written by fallen musicians to praise the Hundred Eyes—"The Sins of the Old", in the hoarse chants, seemed to come before the holy driver of the Hundred Eyes.

　　Even if the Holy Spirit doesn’t say a word, the will of the abyss that has gathered all the frenzy will suppress all melody forcibly, making it difficult to play and collapse on its own.

　　Wolf flute's body shook, and his face suddenly became pale.

　　 The arc of wolves flew through the air, flashing continuously from Crowley's side, but under the shadow of the giant tree on the human face. Hundreds of branches swept away, even if it was contaminated with a trace of sin and darkness, the jackal would convulse uncontrollably and quickly lose control. rot. In the end, it is pierced by the roots and becomes the nourishment for the growth of giant trees.

　　 As the silver wolf breaks, the look of the wolf flute becomes more and more ugly. Every silver wolf breaks, and a gap opens in his Ney flute. They are all part of the scepter field, and the death of the Silver Wolf is undoubtedly a heavy damage to the scepter.

　　 and look at Crowley. The Cloth of Original Sin opens the Well of the Abyss, and can almost get a steady stream of supplements. Once it is infested by the beast, it will cut off the damaged part without hesitation, and then rebirth again, almost invincible.

　　He is fighting against the wolf flute, and is forcibly crushing him with his years of experience in the field of scepters.

　　Wolf Flute frowned, and the melody of Ney's Flute in his hand became more grim.

　　 Suddenly, a giant wolf suddenly inflated, gathering the power of the wand, as if it turned into a mist, and then threw it towards Crowley in a flash.

　　 This time it did not flash beside Crowley, but ran wildly, incredibly fast.

Along the way, all the branches of withered hands swept across. But the silver wolf was as ethereal as smoke, without any substance at all. It collapsed the moment the tree branch was swept, and then recovered intact, like a hard-to-touch ghost.

　　 In an instant, the silver wolf rushed towards his face, spreading its sharp teeth like a shadow, pounced on the giant tree on the human face, suddenly bit on its face, and tore it off.

　　 The giant tree cried like a baby, and suffered a fatal severe shock.

　　 Crowley, who was in the phantom, suddenly smiled.

　　 Finally, I took the bait!

　　 In an instant, the branches of the giant tree suddenly gathered, like a hug surrounded by thousands of hands, clinging to the silver wolf that turned into reality, and then from the broken face, the enchantment emerged , The Silver Wolf, which has gathered all the power of the Wolf Flute, was sealed in it.

　　 In this short moment, the wolf flute turned pale and spouted a mouthful of blood.

　　 In the next instant, he can forcibly withdraw his power and call out the silver wolf again.

　　 But, will Crowley give him this opportunity?

　　The answer is...

　　No!

　　 At that moment, Crowley laughed strangely, driving the thick darkness that turned into substance and rushing toward his face. The darkness turned into a giant hand and grabbed his head toward the wolf flute.

　　The power of the Cloth of Original Sin was sealed in the surrounding area, and all his retreats were blocked in a flash, confining him in place, making it difficult to avoid.

　　The expression of the wolf flute freezes.

　　 But then, the dark hand tore through the illusion.

　　 The air fluctuated, and the wolf flute's figure turned into broken light and disappeared without a trace.

　　 At the location of the wolf flute, amidst layers of blockade and murder, there is a surprisingly white young man. The young man closed his eyes and played the Nine Heavens Ring Pei, and noticed Crowley's sluggish expression. He raised his pupils and smiled slightly:

　　 "Yes, it's me."

　　Until now, Crowley hasn't found out... Ye Qingxuan actually incorporated the spirit of his movement into the wolf flute's scepter. Pinned on the waning moon in the sky!

　　 Damn!

　　 When did they start to tune in? !

　　 Crowley started to doubt his eyes: This guy is an official musician! How can a third-tier musician be in tune with a scepter! They cooperated with each other to such a tacit understanding, the two were like the same person, completely deceiving his eyes.

　　 And, more importantly...

　　 If he is here, where is the wolf flute?

　　 That moment. Suddenly there was a long roar again.

　　 Under the high hanging waning moon, among the guards of the pack of wolves, a fierce and huge figure slowly walked out.

　　The Wolf King appears!

　　 At that moment, Ye Qingxuan could hardly believe his eyes: it was a dark boy with scars on his upper body!

　　 Among the guards of the pack of wolves, he stands high on the throne of the wolf owner. In his eyes is the light of green phosphorous fire that is indistinguishable from the pack of wolves, exuding blood and cruel breath.

　　His face looks like a wolf flute, and Ney's flute turns into a wolf tooth, hanging from his neck. Converged in him. It is the power of the true scepter.

　　 With the cruel moon hanging above his head, he looked down at Crowley, and grinned like a wolf.

　　 At that moment, he screamed, screaming at the pack of wolves, driving the silver light, breaking through the sky.

　　 The roar is like the roar of wolves.

　　Oops!

　　 In the midst of the error, Crowley ignored Ye Qingxuan, who could squeeze to death as long as he could, and turned around. Want to block the wolf flute.

　　 But what is terrible now is that all the power of the Clothes of Original Sin is used to shackle Ye Qingxuan's body, and there is no power to provide him with any protection! Losing the protection of the garment of original sin, at this moment... he is unprecedentedly fragile!

　　The body of the wolf flute. Shine a cold silver light.

　　 Immediately afterwards, his weird figure turned out to be like a phantom beast, instantly jumping from the physical realm into the etheric realm, and then leaping back from the etheric realm.

　　 In an instant, he was close at hand!

　　 Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand!

　　 Crowley screamed.

　　 was torn between the hands of the wolf flute. His chest was completely cut open, and his internal organs suddenly seemed to be bitten by a pack of wolves, turning into a mass of rotten flesh. Visceral destruction!

　　 Immediately afterwards, the bone-wrenching wolf poison followed the connection and invaded the abyssal music theory in his body, exploding from the inside out, and the music theory was destroyed by the bites of countless wolves!

　　 In an instant, the flesh and blood shattered, and Crowley became a fierce bone, completely disconnected from the abyss. He opened his throat with difficulty and made a hoarse voice:

　　 "Wait..."

　　 Snap!

　　 His head was completely shattered, his brain flew, and the fire of the soul lodged in the skull was completely extinguished.

　　 Crowley, died completely!

　　The garment of original sin lost its owner, and the dark sky was shaken and shattered, and the endless darkness was swept away.

　　While the wolf flute staggered back and almost fell to the ground, the power of the scepter faded, the pack of wolves disappeared, and the skinny boy's pattern changed rapidly, returning to his original pattern.

　　 Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand to support him and looked at him with complicated eyes: "What's going on like that just now? Are you a monster?"

　　 "Hey, did you see it?"

　　Wolf flute smiled hard: "That...probably the way I was before. Don't be afraid, I am not a monster, just a child raised by wild wolves.

　　Mature men always have a dark history, so don't ask anymore. "

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, and did not ask any more.

　　 Lost the blessing of the dark sky, the black musicians had to resist the power of Faust with their own chapter of fate, and fell into a decline in an instant. In an instant, two abyss masters were already besieged to death.

　　 The outcome is determined.

　　 It's just that Ye Qingxuan still looks after the wolf flute, looking around, there is no way to dissipate the anxiety in his heart.

　　 "Wolf flute, did you really kill that guy Crowley?" he asked in a low voice.

　　 "Don't worry, will I be merciful?"

　　Wolf flute curled his lips: "That guy is a waste wood that can only be promoted with a divine tool. Without the protection of a divine tool, it fell on my hand, absolutely dead, without leaving any spiritual mark.

　　Don't worry, even if their **** wants to resurrect him, there is no way. "

　　"But..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan's lips opened and closed. Before he could finish speaking, he felt the hairs all over his body stand upright, and he couldn't help pulling the wolf flute back quickly.

　　 At that moment, a dark shadow suddenly rose from under the feet and merged into the body of a black musician.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the black musician's power soared, and suddenly he stood up to the destruction of thunder and fire, stretched out his hand, and suddenly grasped the head of a master.

　　Five fingers closed, head shattered.

　　 In an instant~IndoMTL.com~ The master from the Dragon Stone School died tragically in his hands. Immediately afterwards, all the power was drawn out and merged into the black musician.

　　 Crowley's sharp laughter sounded, returning from the underworld again!

　　 Ye Qingxuan's face was pale, and he turned to look at the wolf flute: "Didn't you say that he is completely dead?"

　　The wolf flute was also stunned.

　　 He can be sure that Crowley absolutely died in his own hands, then, who is in front of him now?

　　 A substantial black mist enveloped the body of the abyss master, Crowley's face slowly appeared, completely undamaged, and when he stared at the wolf flute, he couldn't help but smile.

　　 "Mr. Wolfflute, I agree with what you said just now."

　　He stared at the wolf flute with a weird smile: "The musician who is a self-aggregating scepter is naturally different from the waste promoted by the artifact...Unfortunately, I am not the waste of promoting the scepter with the garment of original sin."

　　"Wolf flute..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan's hands are shaking.

　　He stared at Crowley, as if he had seen through his disguise, and peeped at his true face, so his eyes were shocked, and he gritted his teeth and whispered: "He...is the garment of original sin!"

　　 "Yes."

　　 Crowley spread his arms, the garment of original sin trembles, and laughs like thunder:

　　"——I am the scepter!" (To be continued.)