Silent Crown Chapter 391: Wake up from dream

The moment the gate of heaven opened, Paganini was overwhelmed by himself. A novel ﹤≦≦≦＜≦＜＜﹤

He mobilized all his power to fight the sword of divine punishment from the sky, including the garment of original sin.

As a carrier of the dark side of the personality, the garment of original sin can be said to constitute a part of Paganini's subject, which carries his evil thoughts and greed, which is no different from the organs of the body, the spare body.

In an instant, the ritual of ‘infinite movement’ unfolded, and the power of the witch’s dance was superimposed thousands of times, advancing to an unprecedented peak.

The Dance of the Witch and the Sword of God's Punishment collide with each other.

The destruction exploded from that moment.

At the same time, Ye Qingxuan's vicious dog rushed towards the sword in the stone on the ground. At the moment when the torrent was about to engulf him, Ye Qingxuan touched the hilt of the sword.

Just the hilt is enough.

At that moment, Xiaoyuan, riddled with holes, was excited again, like a frothy crazy horse pulling a broken wagon, and began to run almost self-destructively, followed by the sword in the stone, and reactivated the ten The second way will win the golden chapter.

Reconstruction of the boundaries of the earth and heaven.

In a hurry, it's hard to call the glorious ‘Heaven’s Coming’, that narrow and simple boundary is more like a rough shelter.

Immediately afterwards, there was an earth-shattering shock, and the blazing light swallowed everything.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, put away all the senses, squeezed the sword in the stone, and protected Elsa in his arms, trying to maintain the boundaries of the earth and heaven.

Only an instant, Xiaoyuan, whose blood is the vein and the heart is the core, burst into cracks, and the hot blood mixed with the moon's brilliance spouted from the pores, dyeing the sanctuary into blood red.

A piercing crack appeared in the heaven on earth, and it was barely closed immediately.

For the first time, he forgot everything like this, and devoted himself to the music theory of the Forbidden School, desperately repairing this small boundary. This is far more pressure ten million times stronger than in "Nika's Nest", and just a second of support made him feel that he is about to be completely destroyed and steamed.

In a trance, he has lost consciousness, but his body is still constantly urging the sword in the stone, repairing the realm of the earth and heaven over and over again.

I don't know how long it took before the aftermath of destruction disappeared.

He woke up from his drowsiness, his eyes were pitch black.

But there was a faint laughter in his ears, and the crazy sound awakened him from his deep sleep. The strength he used for some reason made him clenched the hilt of the sword and pierced it in that direction.

Puff!

Throughout.

What catches my eyes is Paganini's shocked face.

Ye Qingxuan smiled.

Even if it's dying.

"How...how could you..."

Paganini murmured in shock: "...Alive?"

The crisp sound of cracking sounded from above his body, like burnt pottery, cracks spread from where the sword blade penetrated. The animalistic music theory contained in the golden chapter of the twelve victorious golden chapters turned into fierce poison, like the last straw that crushed the camel, completely pushing his ‘body prototype’ which he had worked so hard to recast to destruction.

Abandoning the human body, suffering in the abyss, and focusing on music theory, this "perfect body" created by hundreds of years of hard work, even survived the trial of the gate of heaven when it was still in its embryonic form.

But was destroyed by such an easy sword?

Once again!

It was destroyed in the hands of the same person again!

His face twitched, and the last trace of elegance and calmness was trampled to pieces, leaving only madness and ferociousness, and the long-lost anger once again occupied his will.

Even if this body collapses soon.

"Ye Qingxuan!"

The cracked palm hit his face suddenly, and Ye Qingxuan's body rolled backwards like a broken pocket.

Paganini gritted his teeth, ignoring the collapse of his body, quickly stepped forward, raised the soles of his feet, and stepped on his face, his eyes full of cruelty.

"Do you think I died like this?

Don't worry, it doesn't matter if this body breaks down, I can spend more time making one! "

Spend some effort?

The word is said to be an understatement, but everyone knows how much it will cost Paganini. It also made his face more ferocious.

"Thanks to you, my strength is no longer enough to take you into the abyss. Do you feel relieved?"

"Don't be happy too early."

Ye Qingxuan screamed before the voice fell.

In his hand, the broken garment of original sin turned into a pitch-black sword blade, piercing Ye Qingxuan's shoulder. The blood splattered on his pale face, making the cracked face more ugly:

"I have a way to solve this problem."

"If there is no way to take it back in its entirety, it's the same with a head back, right?"

Paganini grinned grinningly, squeezed the blade tightly, and aimed at Ye Qingxuan's neck, as if looking for the location of the knife, but at that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his drowsy eyes and looked at him.

Gazed at his hideous face.

Paganini froze.

In a trance, he saw a dim moonlight flashing away in his pupils, and there was a vague and distant silhouette in the moonlight.

The figure looked familiar, but very familiar.

It's ethereal like an illusion.

"Ye Lanzhou? So it was you..."

At that moment, the shadow in the moonlight turned his head and glanced at Paganini, his eyes full of indifferent regret and pity. It's like looking at a mad dog.

Sorry? mercy?

Paganini furious: Why regret it! Why pity!

"You are dead! You have long rotted in the coffin!" He snarled at the boy's dimmed eye pupils: "Why have mercy on me! The trick you left behind can't deceive me!"

No one responded.

Perhaps, what he just saw was just an illusion, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Come out, Ye Lanzhou!"

He roared and looked around: "I know you are here! You arranged all of this, right? Don't you have a hole card all the time! Get out! Come and kill me! Just like you back then Play like me! Don’t you want to prove your innocence in your dreams? Don’t you never forget your wife until you die?!

Come on! get out! Kill me, you can go to the holy city like a dog to beg for mercy! "

No one responded yet.

Ye Lanzhou died a long time ago, or is he disdainful and take his life?

Paganini stared blankly at this silent and broken world, watching the iron whales slowly approaching in the sky. Black spots were scattered on the iron whales, and there was a whistling sound in the distance.

The Knights Templar are approaching.

He has no time to hesitate.

But when he lowered his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan's eyes: He finally saw clearly, there was no moonlight in those hollow eyes, only his own reflection.

A face like a mad dog.

His face is abominable.

The little reflection is reminding him of how ridiculous he is now.

In order to pursue music theory, he did not hesitate to abandon the position of a saint and fall into the abyss, complacent, self-conceited, but self-willing to fall. I don't know when, has become such a ridiculous face.

You have already lost.

In his heart, a mocking voice sounded: Why are you still lying to yourself? Paganini.

You have a lot of excuses to explain all this, but you have already lost this game thoroughly, defeated by a small formal musician.

Not even the dignity remained.

He stared at Ye Qingxuan's face in a daze, as if looking at him, but also as if looking at someone who resembled him. In the end, he covered his face and laughed. The laughter was bitter and crazy. , It's like laughing at yourself.

"In the end, you still won."

Paganini whispered softly and dropped his sword. The madness and hideousness on his face gradually faded, and in the end, only a palpable peace was left.

He lifted Ye Qingxuan's neck and looked at his pale face.

Ye Qingxuan also raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at him.

"You won, Ye Qingxuan."

Paganini said frankly, without any cover, his voice was gloomy and calm, and there was no madness: "I admit, you played me like a mouse, and made me such a scum into the abyss feel like never before. Shame."

"This is a battle full of affection, hard work, and victory.

Just war has evil, love and peace have overcome greed and struggle, without the slightest flaws and shortcomings, it can almost be recorded in the annals of history. Today’s events will be a worthy note in your life..."

He paused, his eyes became cruel, as if watching a child playing with fire from a distance:

"—Unfortunately, you are dreaming."

He lowered his head and looked at Elsa in the ruins beside him, with an indifferent voice: "What do you think you are doing? From beginning to end, all your sacrifices are meaningless, just wishful thinking and self-righteous.

Even if you defeated me, even if you worked hard to save her... Do you think she will have the so-called future and happiness? Or do you think the world will be as you wish? "

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant, so the hair was horrified!

"Don't live in a dream, Ye Qingxuan."

He threw Ye Qingxuan to the ground, looked down at his fearful look, and smiled. The smile looked like a bubble that was about to burst, full of cold malice.

"—It's time to wake up."

In the clanging iron armor in the distance, his body was broken bit by bit. In the shatterable body, a small gap leading to the abyss opened, and the gap swallowed him. He sank into the abyss and left from the world. .

Leave only Ye Qingxuan lying on the ground, trembling with the malice in the words.

The rescue has come, but why do I fear so much?

Blood ran out of the wound on the shoulder, taking away the body temperature.

The fire probably went out, right?

So, little by little, the body becomes utterly cold.

Even the lungs and heart trembled in the sudden cold, fearing like a child about to be thrown into the ice and snow.

The sound of iron boots came from afar, gradually. The harsh sound finally awakened him from his dream, causing him to use all his strength, raise his hand, and crawl forward with difficulty.

Little by little, a trace of blood was smeared on the ground.

"Elsa..."

Those cold stone faces stared at him, admiring his embarrassed appearance, and the torn corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling. The pale fingers, with blood, pressed against those faces, leaving traces of pain.

Ye Qingxuan crawled over, forward, little by little.

"Elsa..."

He stared into the distance, the sleeping girl.

It was like experiencing a long dream. The sleeping girl woke up from the dream, opened her eyes, not knowing where she was, and forgot who she was.

She stared at Ye Qingxuan blankly, at this strange young man, she didn't understand why he was so painful, and she didn't understand the way he looked at her...why was so sad.

"Run, Elsa!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at her pupils, and the cracked voice made a distorted voice: "Run! They are here..."

Heavy footsteps approached, and there was a sharp sound of sword blades unsheathed. Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and couldn't help but cowardly tears: "They are here... to kill you!"

"Ye Qingxuan?"

The iron boots stopped in front of him, and the priest in the sad red cloak bowed his head, his face as heavy as iron.

On their chests, they wear the blood-colored holy emblem, and the arm armor on the back of their hands is engraved with the coat of arms of the'Hammer of Retribution'-this is the secret institution of the Order of Faith,'The Witch's Hammer's coat of arms.

These armored priests are called sacred judges. The elites remaining after the disintegration of the Inquisition are responsible for reviewing the thoughts of each priest to ensure that his beliefs are pure and firm, and are not defiled by the temptation from the abyss. When necessary, the offender will be burned.

Even in the Knights Templar, they also have a secret existence to ensure that the Knights can carry out the will of the Holy City at critical moments. Not to be disturbed by foreign objects.

Now, the priest bent down, took out a pair of dark handcuffs, and put them on Ye Qingxuan's wrists: "After being reported, you are suspected of betraying your compatriots and Litong monsters during the trial. Now you are under detention and investigation." /

Around him, the blood cloaks of the priests opened a gap, exposing the palms of their sword hilts, chilling.

"——If you dare to resist, kill on the spot."

Ye Qingxuan raised his head blankly, looking at the pair of handcuffs in front of him, but his eyes passed through the handcuffs, through the crowd, and looked in Elsa's direction.

There, the priests who whispered for instructions finally got a response, slightly nodding:

"Understood."

So, they didn't hesitate anymore, pulling out the sword blade that was burning to the red in the sheath, and aimed at the ignorant girl in front of them.

"In the name of the sacred city established by the nations..."

The priest solemnly declared that the belated trial will be carried out:

"Purify by demons!"

At that moment, there was a broken sound.

Followed by the screams of pain, and the angry roar of the young man, like a lion roar.

As soon as the handcuffs were put on the wrists and closed and locked, Ye Qingxuan raised his head, eyes burning with angry moonlight.

The dim moonlight in his heart suddenly lit up, dazzling like a scorching sun, and Xiaoyuan, who inherited the core music theory of Avalon's Great Enchantment, burst openly!

In his body, blood is boiling, and the moonlight is burning!

This is the desperate melody of the Shixin School. It reverses Xiaoyuan and thoroughly urges the ether that is integrated into the body. At this moment, the musician will break through the shackles of the past and gain unmatched power.

And the price... the price of going to his mother!

It doesn't matter if Xiaoyuan is broken, his heart disappears, or he wants to abandon his life... even if he burns himself to this day!

At that moment, his empty body was filled with frantic moonlight, and blood boiled and gushed out of his pores, causing his body to swell and his face was blue, ugly like a ghost crawling out of **** .

At that moment, the ether attached to the body turned bones into steel and flesh and blood into stone. It also transformed him into inhuman, an angry, burning, and about to burst iron. !

"Give me..."

He clenched the iron handcuffs tightly, and the green tendons on his arms arched like iron wires:

"——Get away!"

Crash!

The black iron shackles distorted, deformed, and collapsed in an instant. The broken iron pieces were thrown along Ye Qingxuan's palms and flew out, and they were infiltrated into silver by moonlight. The silver-white iron was full of killing intent and went away.

——throw a sword!

Boom!

The burning red blade that was raised high was instantly distorted, and several barriers and shields appeared on the monk holding the sword, and then at the same time, he flew out.

And Ye Qingxuan, already climbed from the ground, cheated into the arms of the priest in front of him, and clenched his sword hilt.

The priest looked at his ugly face in astonishment, Ye Qingxuan looked at him, grinned, and smiled like a ghost. In the next instant, the blade was unsheathed and shot horizontally!

The blood-clothed sage judge subconsciously wanted to block it, but immediately after the arm armor was twisted and shattered, he was smashed out and rolled to the ground, unable to get up.

At the same time, all the priests shot at the same time.

In Witch’s Hammer, all members are selected from active Templar knights and musicians. Not only do they need to be proficient in swordsmanship, but they must also reach the level of a formal musician in order to be able to fight the abyss. Infected and transformed.

Now, dozens of blood-clothed priests brazenly drew their swords, and then the familiar melody sounded, first, the magnificent horn roared. The silver-white long cone flew out from the waists of the priests, piercing vertically and horizontally in the air, and the chains were entangled and bound up layer by layer.

——The Night of the Barren Mountain!

It's just that no priests expected to sense the raging fire and judgment after the theory of the abyss, and the layers of iron locks instantly bound Ye Qingxuan, but did not harm him at all.

In him, there has never been a trace of power from the abyss!

The expressions of the priests stagnated, but in the cage, Ye Qingxuan roared!

Roar.

The sword that was taken from the priest was lifted up and slashed abruptly, smashing the cage that bound him to pieces, and the fragments flew in the mournful sound. Bounded by countless chains, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and faced the swords of the priests, his eyes red.

Go forward, one step, another step.

Crash! collapse! collapse! collapse!

The young man, like a beast in the form of a human, broke the chain, tore the shackles, clenched the blade, and slashed the long sword at the roadblocker without hesitation.

"Go away!"

The swordsmanship is extremely rough. It is completely using the long sword as an iron rod. There are no rules. As long as you have a good introduction to swordsmanship, you can even close your eyes to parry.

But the blade was shrouded in violent thunder, and everything it went by burned everything.

——The Eye of Indra!

Only the moment he touched, he rushed into the body along the bridge of sword blades, ignoring the brazen counterattack of the priests, completely paralyzing the opponent. Immediately afterwards, hit flying!

In his chest, the empty mouth of the heart, the moonlight shuddered, glowing like a thunderous drum. There was an invisible river rolling in the loud noise, which shook the sanity of everyone approaching, making their eyes dark, their thinking sluggish, and they were defeated one by one by the madness of the young man, even if they had left on him so much. Trauma.

In just a few short steps, there were more than a dozen tragic criss-cross wounds on his body, which were stained crimson by the hot blood.

On the ground, the priest who was knocked off by him first got up from the ground, and regardless of his twisted arms, he looked up at the young man’s frantic back, his pupils dilated:

"He is crazy!"

Crazy?

Perhaps.

Ye Qingxuan has fallen into a trance, but he can still feel the burning fury in his body. Blood and moonlight are the fuelwood, which makes the flame burn violently, even if the soul is drawn into it.

In a trance, he was like a wild beast, holding the sword and cutting away all the shackles.

In the other hand, he always held the broken straw doll.

In the trance, the girl's playful laugh seemed to be heard again, like that afternoon, the girl squatted in front of him with her face in her hands, looked at him, and laughed.

Her head is linen, and the sun is shining down, as if sprinkled with broken gold.

"I'm looking for someone..."

"Because I am worried that he will be scared alone."

"I am like this too, so I know that he will be afraid of nothing, afraid of being alone, alone, very pitiful."

"I made a doll for him, with a doll to accompany him, so that he is not afraid."

The teenager roared.

There is blood falling in the mouth, it is a sweet smell.

Ye Qingxuan, she wants to save you...

She doesn't remember you, but she still remembers that there is someone who is like herself, and a person would be afraid...So, remember to weave a straw doll for him. In this way, he should be saved, right? No longer alone, become happy, even if there is no home.

So, you must save her!

He roared, the broken blade suddenly cut off, splitting the last barrier, and squeezing into the arms of the roadblocker. The **** hand jammed the wrist holding the sword, he raised his head and slammed forward.

Boom!

The priest who was blocking the road fell to the ground, and Ye Qingxuan stepped on his body and staggered forward. Throwing away the twisted blade, stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace the horrified girl.

"Don't be afraid, Elsa."

He tried hard to squeeze a smile, but his face was ugly like a monster: "It's me, don't be afraid, Elsa, I will take you home."

Elsa stared at him blankly, but did not resist, just let the blood-stained man pick herself up.

Blood fell from Ye Qingxuan's forehead and on her face. She raised her head and stared at the young man's profile, and finally distinguished the familiar outline from it, as if waking up from a dream.

"I think of you..."

She smiled and reached out, trying to stroke his cheek.

But Ye Qingxuan's cheeks turned pale and staggered to the ground.

The power is swiftly moving away from him, he can feel that at that moment, the crazy running source is completely shattered, the boiling blood cools down again, and the moonlight diffuses out of the body, flying in the air like flying. Of butterflies.

Someone came up, grabbed his head, dropped him on the ground, and looked down at him.

In that man's hand, he held a dagger with a strange style, which was very familiar.

It's ‘counter-tune’.

Ye Qingxuan recognized it, and ancient enlightened musicians cast it to break all barriers. It was his own Xiaoyuan's natural enemy. What's more, Xiaoyuan has been limited in operation, is on the verge of destruction, and is almost collapsed.

"It's you..."

He raised his head and stared at the familiar man with a furious expression: "Colt?"

"It is rare to see you being so pitiful, Ye Qingxuan."

Colt smiled, stretched out his hand, and patted his face: "You should be thankful that you have a good godfather."

Speaking, he got up and instructed the priests beside him: "Take him away. Anyway... he's already a useless person."

Ye Qingxuan was dragged up, the needle was pierced into his neck, and he was forcibly injected with tranquilizers and expensive life-renewing potions. The chanting music maintained his life and saved him from facing a ruined ending with Xiaoyuan.

Three chanters stood beside him, taking good care of them, as if they were afraid that he would die before the start of the trial.

He was shackled again, and his mind was dizzy.

And Colt turned around and walked to Elsa, behind her, holding a ‘counter-tune’ dagger...

"Colt!"

Ye Qingxuan struggled hard, roared, reached out to hold him, desperate, even if he couldn't move, he frantically wanted to wake up the ladder, but his talent was already difficult to use. He has no price to continue to pay, and no more chips.

"Don't kill her!"

He lowered his head, paid his last dignity, and knelt on the ground in tears:

"I beg you..."

Colt grabbed Elsa's head. Hearing Ye Qingxuan's voice, his movements stopped. He couldn't help but want to laugh, and looked back at him: "What did you say?"

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to speak.

In Colt's hand, the blade wiped Elsa's throat, blood gushing.

His smile was stained red with blood.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

He stared blankly at the gentle red flying in the air, dancing with the broken moonlight. So cruel and beautiful, it's like a flower blooming, and all the beauty blooms in an instant.

In an instant, it passed away, taking everything away.

Elsa fell to the ground.

Loss of breathing.

She is dead.

It's like falling asleep again, with a smile remaining at the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes lightly and sank into a sweet dream, welcoming the arrival of tranquility. Sleeping forever came, and she sank into the ultimate happiness.

So the hesitant soul was at peace.

"Ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

Ye Qingxuan screamed, struggling desperately, trying to touch her, trying to wake her up again. But no matter how she called her name, Elsa never responded.

The red priest stepped forward, pulled out the hilt of his sword, and knocked it on the back of his head.

He fainted with his movements, and the darkness engulfed him.

"Little Leaf, don't be afraid."

The sad voice seemed to sound from the depths of a nightmare again, like a slender palm touching his cheek, with cruel tenderness:

"Be strong, Xiaoyezi, don't be afraid...don't be afraid..."

"Run, Xiaoyezi, run, don't come back here again."

"Because, from now on, you are alone again."

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In the darkness, countless memories are surging, shattered, and pieced together again.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and woke up from the long nightmare. He opened his eyes and saw the pale ceiling and the IV stand. The blue-purple potion hung on it, dripped into his body along the hose, maintaining his life.

After a long time, he asked softly:

"Where am I?"

"This is the border of Asgard. You are in the hospital."

At the window, the old Dominic was lying on a chair. Hearing his voice, he opened his eyes, his voice hoarse: "The Knights Templar spent a lot of precious materials to protect your life.

Many people came to see you, and then they all left. You wake up too late. "

"Hospital?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed: "I thought I would be in the dungeon of the holy city."

"Colt reported to the Order that you colluded with black musicians and betrayed the human world. Fortunately, many people do not believe it."

Dominic said faintly: "You have a few good friends who helped you clear the suspicion.

Miller’s family is said to have a lot of energy in the chanting school. This time, to protect you, it paid a great price. Torre and Casper also contributed a lot. The School of Destruction has inherited your love, and many masters are willing to guarantee you. Of course, there are also Bach's disciples, the new scepter wolf flute running for you.

Although there are a lot of investigations and evidence collection in the middle, the result is that you are not guilty.

Congratulations, you are innocent again. "

"...How long has it been?"

"Five days."

"Oh."

Ye Qingxuan stared at the pale ceiling blankly, and asked after a long time: "Where is Elsa?"

Dominic was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "Didn't you know it a long time ago? Dead. Those Romulus people also disappeared, together with that city.

After Elsa died, they all disappeared. "

"Really? I know."

Ye Qingxuan's voice was steady, as if he had heard something that had nothing to do with him, and he just asked softly: "Where is Colt? Where is he?"

Dominic thought for a while and replied: "It's probably on the way to the holy city?"

"Holy City?"

"Yes, Holy City. In this trial, only Colt succeeded.

He performed well in the trial and successfully prevented the natural disasters and the abyss from destroying the human world. Therefore, he was commended by the holy city, and he was praised as the star of tomorrow.

The Holy City is still preparing for his canonization ceremony.

However, he announced that he had left the Rock and Iron Academy a few days ago. It can be said to be ruthless. It is said that he has completely severed the relationship with the Secret Keeper School and joined the Order. Now he has become a priest prepared by the Ministry of Faith.

His teacher might want to strangle him, right?

Unfortunately, he is from the Holy City now, no one can do anything with him. "

"Oh, I see."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

After a long time, he suddenly said softly:

"Mr. Dominic, I want you to do me a favor. I have a letter to send."

Dominic was taken aback, and immediately laughed: "You can help, Mr. Principal has already told me before coming here: The Sword in the Stone is the representative of the Anglo Throne. As long as the Sword in the Stone is not moved, everything is allowed." /

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and looked at him:

"Is everything really allowed?"

Dominic saw his dark pupils.

In the trance, as if seeing the kingdom of the dead, a sharp edge emerged from the darkness, like an electric light that devours the soul.

It's fleeting, but it's heart palpitating.

So he smiled, stroked his chest and saluted:

"Ye Qingxuan, from the moment you drew the sword in the stone, you have been the sword holder after Maxwell, the next principal of the Royal Conservatory of Music, and the minister in charge of the future Her Majesty the Queen.

You don't need to worry or worry about anything.

——Follow the way you should go, fight the battles you should fight, and keep the way you should keep. From then on, Angluo will ensure that the crown of justice is preserved for you. "

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Five days ago, at dawn.

Holy City, Hall of Valor, the long and pleasant conversation is coming to an end.

Hermes got up from the ground.

"Let’s stop there for today."

He patted the dust on his body, turned his head, and looked towards the empty dome: "Thanks, old friend."

"Since the **** of the Eastern Prince and I turned his face, it was difficult for me to find an old friend who looked at each other to chat. Thank you for the holy city "Kaien", although you are still so half-dead, but before you leave It’s nice to see you."

Nibelungen was silent, and stopped him just as he was about to leave.

"One more question, Hermes."

"Huh?" Hermes looked back.

"In this matter, you designed the future path for the Romulus people, and asked the King of Huang to continue their lives and blood. Although it has failed, I still have a problem."

Nibelungen asked: "Where is the King of Yellow? Where did he go?"

"He is tired of everything, isn't he?"

Hermes smiled mysteriously: "You know, your Pope should know. Since he broke into the papal palace that day and argued with the Scarlet King, he has been completely disappointed in all this. Up.

He hates this world, but he has to guard it, so he wants to stay as far away as possible from here, and further away...

He has left, Nibelungen.

He wanted to'quietly', so I sent him to a good place.

He is now in a very quiet, very far away place. Sleep when you have time, look at the world when you wake up, and think about the meaning of your life and the world.

As far as I know, he likes this kind of life. "

"That's it."

Nibelungen said: "Thank you."

"No thanks, let me remind you by the way: don't waste your efforts to continue observing, the next plot, hey..." Hermes shook his head: "It's boring."

"Aren't you curious about the result?"

"There is no second result, Nibelungen." Hermes looked back: "Have you ever seen an enraged dragon?"

"Are you talking about'Dragon of Calamity'?"

Nibelungen thoughtfully: "Do you think that young man is a terrible person comparable to the dragon of calamity?"

"No, although the dragon of calamity is terrible, it is a beast after all."

Hermes smiled and raised a finger: "I compare him to the third generation of the Scarlet King, the lunatic who slashed the Scarlet Dragon, even if the cost is half of the holy city to ashes."

"..."

"Did you know? The cutest thing about a madman is ~IndoMTL.com~ He only lives in his own world and is loyal to his ideals and beliefs. There are principles, bottom lines, ethics, and almost perfection.

Whether you hate him or fear him, as long as you keep him away, he won't be troubled with you. But the most troublesome thing about this kind of guy is......"

"—Once he wants to kill, no one can stop him."

In the silence, Hermes pushed open the door.

The strong wind, accompanied by heavy snow, rolled in the door and fell on his shoulders.

"It turns out that it will snow in the holy city."

He sighed softly and disappeared into the wind and snow.

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Sorry, it's broken, this paragraph is stumbled, jerky and sad, please forgive me. (To be continued.)