Silent Crown Chapter 394: Greetings

The whole iron arrow seems to be made of stainless steel and pressed into shape, but in fact it is formed by numerous extremely thin iron sheets attached to the frame and surrounded by layers. 1 Novel ≥﹤

The structure of the skeleton is extremely complicated and exquisite, and it will disintegrate with a slight collision. It's just that the arrow's degree is too exaggerated, even for a short time, it has penetrated layers of barriers, and between the fingers, the skeleton is distorted. Pulling countless iron pieces bounced and cocked, like an enraged snake.

The iron piece that can be turned up never flew out, but attached to the frame. As the frame trembles wildly, it oscillates thousands of times in an instant.

Thousands of iron plates are thousands of ‘needle springs’, and the vibrating air bursts with a screaming sound. The sound of one after another converged in the same place, forming a substantive terrifying noise.

Wherever the noise passed, all ether shook frantically, causing a riot.

It's like a miniature'attack', with the noise of countless needle springs that set off irregular ether fluctuations. The sharp tune completely expelled all ether, turning this narrow room into a short period of time.' Aether vacuum'.

Immediately afterwards, the bulkhead roared and shattered!

The warrior wearing heavy power armor rushed and broke into the wall. The moment the steel giant appeared, Philip's face suddenly changed: "Temple Knights?! Bann, dare you..."

But then, his voice stopped abruptly.

He recognized the origin of this armor, and everyone with eyes would recognize where it came from!

The armor that the warrior wore was completely different from that of the Knights Templar. The whole body seemed to be forged, forcibly pieced together, and welded with pig iron. There were still traces of rivets, manual repairs, and repair welding on the shell. Without the slightest sophistication and majesty, but like ugly beasts, crazy giants, and stitched together corpses, revealing a violent ferociousness.

On the shoulder of the samurai, the combination of gear and holy emblem was painted with pitch black spray paint. It was a heresy split from the self-teaching group a hundred years ago, a sect that used pure human power to cross the dark world and open up a huge territory.

——Chain Saw Brotherhood! ! !

This group of priests struggling to survive from the dark world has never shy away from buying and selling dirty work, collecting money to buy lives, killing people and setting fires, and they are not afraid of death. When fighting, they hold a sword in their left hand and hold the canon in their right hand. Can be used as a mace to smash the enemy's head.

If the holy city admires the mercy of God, then what they live up to is the cruelty of God.

In the world of the Chainsaw Brotherhood, there are no musicians, no ethers, and no warmth. There are only scriptures and machinery, only mechanical miracles and cruel battlefields.

Now, the steel priest who broke through the wall raised the heavy ‘shower’ in his hand, and on the visor, the shark depicted in bone white and blood red grinned grinningly.

Philip subconsciously took a breath.

In the next instant, the atomizer vibrated, and the dark heavy oil was pushed by the hydraulic pressure, squeezed into it, and turned into extremely fine oil mist. Along with the air pressure, the oil mist gushes out from the ‘shower’, refreshing, cool, and icy...that’s strange!

What came out of it was a violent dragon's breath!

The crimson flame engulfed the entire room in an instant. Except for the armored warrior, everything else was bathed in the fierce flame. The flame greedily burned every minute of the air, and the resulting low pressure caused the flame to vomit, covering all around, filling every corner.

There is no air, no breathing, no sound, and only the low noise of the ‘shower’ running in the dull and vague scorching heat, like a devil’s laughter.

Only an instant, Master Philip was covered in it.

Where there is no ether, killing a musician is not much harder than killing a chicken.

It's a pity...Philip is not a chicken. Pushing forward for thirty years, he is young and strong, and he is the executioner, murderer, fanatic of the Ministry of Faith, and the master of swordsmanship in Witch's Hammer!

In the flames, under the burning red robe, the sword blade was unsheathed.

The thin, old man took a step forward, his chest puffed up and roared like thunder.

The flame vibrates.

A stern ray of light popped from his wrist, and instantly cut the fire dragon's breath, tore the scarlet, the bright blade screamed and shattered the wind, from bottom to top, leaning diagonally , Just an instant, it lifted into the air.

At that moment, the blade was erratic like bubbles, and there was a crisp sound wherever it passed.

A straight crack spread, piercing through the wrist, shower, chest, and the visor of the chain saw monk, turning it into two pieces!

In the next instant, the high blade cut down.

The flame opens up!

The crimson was divided into two halves.

The towering back of the steel monk cracked from the center, the steel was shattered, and the flesh and blood split, and fell to the sides, revealing the old monk behind the fire, white blood stained, and the pale eyes are full of coldness.

He stood with his sword, his burned half-body twitching and almost fell to the ground.

In the next instant, the dispelled ether came home and turned into a holy light covering his body. The carrion was gone and the scorch was no longer. He became a withered old man again, holding the light in his hand.

Arrows like heavy rain roared from the cabin on the opposite side of the aisle, but stopped in mid-air one by one, locked by the light, unable to move.

The solemn praise of God resounded throughout the iron wheel.

The dying priest who burned to the ground scorched convulsively, the blood flowed back, the dragon's blood peeled off, and the sound of the growth of flesh and blood, the body of the **** was renewed.

They screamed, enduring the pain of rebirth, and got up from the ground.

Master Philip waved his hand, and the burning flame solidified, as if sealed in amber.

The arrow whizzed back and shot it back, tearing through the layers of the deck, piercing the entire hull from the center, and opening a tragic big hole.

Behind the broken deck, there is only an automatic ballista, and no one is left.

"Stay here."

He turned around and ordered.

Immediately afterwards, a huge light wheel unfolded from behind him, slowly spinning, endless praises and chants sounded, like an angel descending.

Under the blessing of the chapter of fate, "The Incarnation of God's Punishment", he flew hurriedly with his sword in hand, and flew out of the hole in the side of the hull in an instant, hanging high on the deck, with white eyes from the crowd. After scanning, there was still no trace of the assassin.

In an instant, he gave a cold snort, turned his head abruptly, and looked at the deep sea, his eyes bursting with hot light, illuminating the darkness, and also revealing the few figures that were swiftly away several tens of meters below.

He snorted coldly, raising the sword blade, cutting it down, and the sea surface splitting apart. Amidst the boiling noise, a ray of light was charged into the deep sea, shuttled vertically and horizontally, slicing the figures apart.

But for a long time, but no blood oozes out, and the figure dissipates like bubbles. Only a dozen ugly and deformed strange fish came to the surface and died in vain.

"What the hell?"

Philip frowned, but then, the deformed strange fish suddenly swelled and burst, and thick green smoke gushed out from the cracked fish belly. It swelled in the sea breeze in a short time, and enveloped him overwhelmingly.

Philip snorted coldly, the sacred light stood up like a wall, and the dark green smoke fell on it, sneered, and almost penetrated into it. This is a rare virulent poison, only one strand is enough to turn the entire iron wheel into a rotting marine cemetery, but it cannot penetrate the barrier.

But in the barrier, there was a muffled hum.

Viscous nosebleeds fell from Philip's nostrils, meandering out, and he whispered hoarsely: "Illusory? And poison... is the'Voodoo Crypt' again? Do you dare to provoke the majesty of the Faith Ministry!"

Just as the poisonous fog swept across the sky, some assassins set up the pivot of illusion in it.

Move instantly, drag the enemy into the illusion, as long as a little negligence, the barrier is not attacked and self-solving, the enemy will be buried in the fierce poison. The fierce poison has also become a part of the illusion, making the originally weak illusion also fierce.

The two complement each other, changing the weakness of the illusion school of not being good at killing and turning it into a terrifying style of frontal onslaught. Such a unique technology, searched all over the world, there is only one!

The famous gate of illusion—Voodoo Crypt!

"Hey, there is a master? The employer's information is wrong..."

In the poisonous fog, an unhappy hoarse voice came: "Move out of the holy city to scare people? I'm so scared, but after so many years, why don't you come to us again in the northern islands?"

Philip's face was gloomy.

The southern islands and the endless vast ocean have always been one of the bases of the illusion school, and they are not inferior to the'mirage system' in the desert. The legends of the'siren musician' and the'dead ship' are theirs. Created.

This group of musicians who manipulate the reality and the illusion move horizontally and over the sea, and manipulate large-scale smuggling and forbidden goods. They have always been restless elements. They have always been unclean in their hands and undersides. No less than them.

Furthermore, he was so well informed that he would hide in the slightest turmoil.

There has always been a saying among sailors: In the vast ocean, there may be a illusionist hiding in every shell.

The ghosts know where they will hide.

Therefore, even if they know that the target is from the holy city, there are illusionists who are short of money who want to take the risk.

Anyway, it's just to contain the delay. The employer has a good reputation, the advance payment is very easy, and the settlement has never been delayed. Such a good job is in front of you, and you will be condemned if you don't do it!

"Although I don't know why you offended that adult, since he wants to toss you, then we can't help it."

The old man in the poisonous fog smiled strangely: "Why don't you save a snack, stay here for five minutes, and I will let you go, so that you are fine, and I can have a good relationship, how about?

I can swear to Dayuan, I can say it. "

The answer to him is the light of punishment!

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"Colt... Colt..."

Above the chaotic iron wheel, the flames of heavy bans and solidification seem to have turned into a jungle, blooming like red flowers, gorgeous and tragic, exquisite like art.

But in it, Colt, who was so startled, heard a hoarse voice.

"My friend, where are you?"

The voice is hoarse, echoing in the broken flames, as if whispering in your ears: "Please walk in some, it's so dark here, I can't see how you feel..."

The two priests drew their swords and looked around, seeing several dark shadows slowly infiltrating from the flame crystal...

Colt's eyes flashed sharply, and the ‘counter-tune’ was drawn from his sleeve, slashing in the air.

In a flash, the music theory above the blade changes ever-changing.

The music theory from the school of enlightenment unfolds and blends into the surrounding music theory of turmoil. With this cut, the flames die, the crystals shatter, all music theory connections are cut cleanly, and the movement collapses.

The black shadow screamed and dissipated, and the voice stopped abruptly.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Colt frowned, but felt a wet palm on his shoulder.

Someone stuck silently behind his back and laughed softly in his ear: "I'm right here, can't you see it?"

At that moment, Colt turned his head in astonishment, but saw the broken body rising from the ground.

The one half of the corpse stood behind him, choked, weeping, and raised his head, revealing the tragic side that was cut open, bloody.

"Don't be afraid."

It whispered in Colt's ear and giggled: "I'm just here to bring someone a word..."

The cracked head opened and closed its lips, whispering softly.

The next moment, the head shattered, and blood spattered.

In the muffled sound, the mutilated body was nailed into the wall by a sword, shaking with the blade, as if continuing the sharp laughter.

There was a scream in the sky, and then the green poisonous mist wrapped a vague shadow and fled away~IndoMTL.com~ Philip, who was half-body burning with phantom fire, returned to the cabin, the clergyman holding the sword. He cut off the burning flesh and blood, and soon his mutilated body grew again, recovering intact and old.

This kind of quick recovery seems to be very effective, but it actually consumes the life and potential of the human body. Even if the master of the chanting faction is achieved, it will not save Philip's earlier life span. Obviously he was only sixty years old, and he was already too old.

"We will disembark at the next port."

Philip's expression is gloomy: "It seems that we have been targeted. These lunatics, those who dare to attack the holy city!"

Colt was silent.

He stared blankly at the corpse on the wall, lost in his soul, as if the moment echoed in his ears, the corpse whispered softly in his ear, as if he had really brought greetings from the kingdom of the dead.

He said: "I'm back from hell..."

"——I'm still alive." (To be continued.)