Silent Crown Chapter 480: The world works as usual

He should have thought of it long ago.

In addition to the weird ability to penetrate the world that Wolf Flute has only shown to himself, who else has the ability to quietly transfer prisoners from the Tower of Judgment out of thin air?

Besides the warehouse where he excuses the pack of wolves, is there a place in the holy city where a dozen prisoners can stay and avoid the limelight?

Apart from him, who else can continuously provide clues to the silent mechanism for the revolutionary army?

Apart from him, who else would find that he was so nervous after the meeting, he did not hesitate to move his eyes away at Constantine’s request, distracting him, unable to think carefully and distinguish which of them The clues all the time?

Only the wolf flute.

Only the wolf flute.

"Why?"

He stared at the corpse stepping on Handel, and looked up, and saw the expressionless wolf flute in a pool of blood: "Aren't you a student of Mr. Bach! Wolf flute! Why do you do such a thing!"

Wolf flute heard his voice and looked up, as if smiling at him, that smile was tired and complicated.

But he didn't explain anything, just said indifferently:

"If you have the opportunity, please apologize to the teacher for me."

Communication is cut off.

Wolf flute looked back, staring at the many cardinals and princes and nobles who were held hostage by the pack of wolves, staring at the pale faces and smiling.

"Make a deal."

He said: "I swear to Dayuan, you let Mr. Gaius leave, I will not kill you."

Amidst the pack of wolves, everyone looked ugly.

The cardinals stared at each other, their eyes gloomy.

There is no doubt that the current situation is definitely the worst kind.

The situation is better than people.

Now His Majesty the Pope is dead.

If the wolf flute is used harder, then the holy city will undoubtedly be completely destroyed. The people here are experienced politicians and businessmen, bow their heads when it is time to bow, and there is nothing shameful in giving in temporarily.

But, who will bow your head?

In silence, someone finally came out, and the old cardinal sighed: "I'm old, it's useless anymore. Let me do this guarantee."

Wolf flute smiled: "Don't worry, I will abide by the agreement."

"No, you don't need to compromise with him."

In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded.

The pack of wolves looked back, their eyes were green, as if a ghost fire was burning, it was a real killing intent. If Ye Qingxuan took another step forward, he would be killed again here.

"Leaves, don't force me."

The wolf flute sighed: "In the holy city, I only don't want to do it with you."

"Unfortunately, you have no choice."

Ye Qingxuan stood outside the pack of wolves, did not step forward, but... closed his eyes.

——The realm of dreams!

At that moment, silence came suddenly.

The entire central square fell into a dead silence for an instant. The pack of wolves trembled quickly and dissipated continuously. In the end, only the phantom roar of Anubis behind Wolfflute, carrying the silent dream hard. Erosion, stubbornly refuses to dissipate.

Even the power of the scepter level, in this terrible silence, it is difficult to keep oneself intact!

"Protect Your Highness!"

Soon, someone reacted, and the guards drew their swords and rushed to the wolf flute: "Protect your lord!"

Beside the officials and bishops present, there are always samurai and musicians who stay in step to protect them. Even if the musicians are not available now, they still have room for the samurai!

Furthermore, these samurai have more or less undergone chant surgery, replacing their limbs, bones, and internal organs with some kind of artificial internal organs that are modeled after demons or machinery, and they burst out in an instant. The power is enough to make people jaw-dropping.

As soon as the wolf flute was suppressed by the dream of silence, several dark figures in the crowd whizzed out, pounced on the wolf flute, and came to him in an instant.

But the wolf flute is still looking at Ye Qingxuan.

"This is the latest dragon sleep enchantment you have mastered, right?"

He whispered softly, showing a bitter smile: "It's worthy of a tricky thing called the rudiment of the ruins."

Boom!

In the next instant, a loud noise surged.

There is a staggering moment, no one can see what happened.

But when that moment passed, everyone only saw a big hole exploded in the chest of the warrior who rushed in front. The alloyed bones have been twisted, and internal organs are flowing out of the wound like mud.

The sleeves of the wolf flute have burst apart, under the instantly swollen muscles.

His arms have turned blue-black, with a shuddering metallic color, as if instantly turned into a monster. On that palm, I don't know when a finger tiger made of green gold has been put on.

Behind the corpse that was unbelievable to death, the wolf flute stared at Ye Qingxuan, showing a slight smile:

"--It's just that, do you think I will be unprepared against you for this trick?"

Boom!

The loud noise broke out again.

This time, they finally saw it clearly.

That was the wolf flute punching.

When he punched the fist, it broke through the air and burst into a loud noise like thunder.

Another person's head was violently smashed to pieces.

Faced with the siege of many warriors, the wolf flute did not advance and retreated. He stepped forward and squeezed into the arms of the warrior covered in iron armor. Then, the sound of broken bones sounded, and the iron armor was taken with his arms. After this period, the epee dropped his hand and fell into the palm of the wolf flute.

The wolf flute leapt up on the corpse like a bird, the epee broke the wind, and chopped down.

In the shrill scream, sparks of steel friction flew. The enemy in front of him has been cut into two pieces from beginning to end, falling to the sides.

In the flying blood, the red face of the wolf flute has rushed towards Ye Qingxuan.

Only an instant, Ye Qingxuan felt his perspective sink suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the severe pain in the abdomen came into the brain belatedly.

The fist wearing the finger tiger relentlessly hammered his lower abdomen, no, he had already kept his hand, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would not fly upside down now, and had been completely interrupted.

The wolf flute's figure followed like a shadow, raising his right leg and pulling it towards Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan only had time to raise his arms and stand in front of his face.

Boom!

He felt a galloping carriage hit his body, and the body that was flying backwards was smashed to the ground. In the huge shock, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit, but his throat was surging. Yes, but it is the sweet smell of blood.

Immediately afterwards, his hair was pulled up by the wolf flute and lifted to the front.

"Come on, I will teach you a good boy."

Wolf flute showed a **** smile, "The hole card is called the hole card, which means: it has weaknesses, and any hole card is.

While it can be overturned, there is bound to be the possibility of being overturned by the enemy.

Especially this trick. When encountering an enemy whose melee ability is more than ten times stronger than yours, don't violently expose your weakness..."

Next, punch!

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were black, and he fell to the ground with no resistance.

The wolf flute's movements did not stop, but became more and more violent. This was no longer a pure duel, but a violent beating and ravages. Ye Qingxuan only felt as if he had been thrown into the furnace of a steel mill, and there was constant burning pain all over his body.

In my ears, the hoarse voice of the wolf flute continued.

"Do you know? I turned out to be a child raised by a wolf."

Kap!

He skillfully removed Ye Qingxuan's arm and aroused a scream: "Ten years ago, when I was fourteen, I was the strongest gladiator in Canaan."

Boom!

He punched his head back without knowing it, and in the muffled sound, the heart of the enemy behind him burst, his facial features oozing blood, and he fell to the ground.

"Since I was injected with wolf blood seven years ago, I have never dealt with anyone again, because... it is difficult for me to keep a good sense. If it hurts you, I'm sorry."

He said, "As long as you admit defeat, I will stop."

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, spit out broken teeth, and cursed a swear word.

Wolf flute smiled, said nothing, just raised the left hand that didn't wear a finger tiger, made a fist, and slammed it on the back of Ye Qingxuan's head. The huge shock made his mind completely trance, forgetting where he was.

The concussion applied across the skull will completely blank the musician's consciousness, or even completely destroy the brain tissue if not.

Finally, the dreamland collapsed completely.

The dragon sleep enchantment disappeared without a trace. Under Anubis's call, the pack of wolves walked out of the void again, and split several nobles who had fled under the cover of their guards on the spot.

Leaving Ye Qingxuan, who was barely awake in his hand, the wolf flute turned his head and smiled at the pale-faced bishops: "Now, why not consider my suggestion?"

The old cardinal was silent for a moment and sighed:

"Let them go, I will be responsible for it."

Whatever, once someone backs the pot, it becomes extremely easy and simple.

From ancient times to the present, from the East to the West, whether it is humans or demons, this is true.

Soon, the crowd quickly stepped aside.

Gaius stepped on the **** water, calmly stepped down from the high platform, and smiled calmly in response to the murderous and hateful eyes.

"The time is earlier than expected, and the situation is worse than expected."

Wolf flute glanced at Ye Qingxuan who fell to the ground in the distance, "I didn't want to interrupt him, but I didn't expect it..."

"Don't blame you."

Gaius shook his head, "Maybe some old friends who like to watch the excitement want to add some trouble to me."

In the carriage at the end of the square, Hermes had already left for some time and disappeared without a trace.

Wolf flute ignores the legion assembled from afar, just looking at Gaius: "The holy city must open the barrier. I have to go to the predetermined place to make preparations. When you arrive, I will leave immediately."

"That's great."

Gaius nodded, "Take me out of here first, and someone else will protect me later."

The wolf flute nodded, took Gaius' hand, and took a step forward.

Silver light instantly crossed the boundary and escaped, disappearing without a trace.

There is a mess on the square.

Amidst the roar of friction between the iron boots and the slate, the belated legion finally rushed to the square, quickly stabilizing the order. But in the holy city, loud noises and roars came one after another, and thick black smoke continued to rise to the sky, smearing the sky into pitch black.

It's obviously under the scorching sun, but the holy city is a cloud of misery.

"The Central Headquarters of the Guards Corps was attacked, and the casualties are unknown."

"The commander, Duke Wilson, was assassinated. He is currently severely injured and is being rescued..."

"The central water system has been invaded. We have found a lot of toxins in drinking water pipes, and we are currently organizing manpower for purification."

"There have been several big explosions inside the Papal Palace, the details of which are unknown."

"The Holy Wheel Court was attacked and the situation is unknown."

……

A series of bad news kept coming, and the faces of the nobles of the six gods and no masters were pale in fright, and the bishops who had just escaped from the danger suddenly fell into chaos in the sudden impact.

"Trash! You trash!"

The Ministry of Amnesty has suffered the most damage. Six important officials have been confirmed dead. The archbishop in charge was so angry that he was so angry that he was infiltrated by the revolutionary army so easily?! Why did the secrecy work of the Silent Organization not be used? The effect? ​​Is it possible that we invest so much material and manpower every year to transport supplies to the revolutionary army!"

The deputy of the Silent Organization has a blue face and is silent.

Now Saint Handel has died in the hands of the traitor Wolfflute. Needless to say, the silent mechanism has been infiltrated by others for so many years. Maybe they even know what color pants they wear every day!

At present, the Holy City branch has been completely paralyzed, and I don’t know how long it will take to rebuild.

For so many years, the revolutionary army seems to be retreating steadily, lurking in the dark, I still don’t know how much power it has accumulated. Now it has burst out and achieved such terrible results.

Now it seems that the colony far away in the New World may have completely fallen, and the revolutionary army has risen from the level of the original confidant to the level of endless death.

In the chaos, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

"Please return to your posts quickly to ensure that each organization can work again."

The old Ludovick stood out and opened his muddy eyes: "At this time, the most important thing is to chase down the traitor Constantine... No, chase Gaius, you must not let him escape!"

"The words of Archbishop Ludovick are extremely good!"

Yunlou Qingshu also nodded and praised: "Yunlou City is willing to provide all the hands and materials of its subordinates to help restore order in the holy city."

Among the cardinals, several bishops who were silent before took over, and stood on Ludovic's side with a clear-cut stand.

Until this time, those nobles and embassies of other countries discovered that, unknowingly, the Holy City Yixin Brotherhood had controlled most of the rights in the Holy City. After the death of the Pope, they took over most of the institutions.

In just half a minute, the holy city can be said to have fallen into the hands of these old monks.

The rally of ascetic monks, which were unremarkable in the past, unexpectedly rose up in the power gap caused by the fall of the Pope at this time, and it seems...have been prepared?

Is this a coincidence?

Still...

"Now there is chaos in the Holy City. In order to avoid further intensification of the loss, before the next Pope is selected from the cardinals, the Holy See Yixin monk will temporarily take charge of the order."

Ludovich said indifferently: "I hope that all countries can also cooperate as necessary to quell this turmoil as soon as possible."

Among the crowd, quick-reacting people have begun to see the wind and the rudder: "Now it seems that the monks with one heart will take this huge risk, it is really fortunate for all countries. I will definitely support it in the next~IndoMTL.com~ Mr. Ludovic will not be disappointed."

Mom, flattering stuff!

The people who reacted a little slower started to slander in their hearts, but their bodies were very honest, and after they didn't fall in their mouths, they all said they would cooperate fully in the future.

Of course, there are also people who are ignorant of current affairs and want to stand up and express their opposition.

It's just that the fool who dared to do this has been sentenced to death by most people. At the same time, pray in my heart, I hope that I will not be involved in the'revolutionary attack' tonight or tomorrow.

The general trend.

Faced with the support of everyone, Ludovich's old face showed a slight smile.

"Very well, if you have your support, the world will be able to resume operation as soon as possible."

Without the Scarlet King, the world can still run as usual.

This time, it was under the control of the Holy See One-hearted Brotherhood. (To be continued.)