Silent Crown Chapter 486: Sacred Son

The roar came from the top of the head again.

In the darkness, the steel "purgatory" trembled, shaking off the rusty dust.

"Time is running out, come with me."

Gaius walked forward: "There are still many things to show you behind."

But Charles stood still, motionless.

"Sir, I have seen enough."

Gaius was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head back.

"Thank you for showing me so many secrets and letting me know so many things. But I am not here for them." Charles clenched his fists and whispered:

"I came here with you, just for my mother."

Gaius was silent.

"I just want to know, what is her name, where she comes from... If you ask me to beg you, I will beg you, if you let me kneel, I can kneel here now.

I just want to ask you to tell me about my mother. "

He lowered his head and pleaded with the man in front of him. He didn't see a smile or any frivolousness. He just exhausted the humbleness of his life and begged him to be merciful:

"Sir, all I want is nothing more."

Gaius smoked a pipe and quietly swallowed invisible smoke. After a long time, he sighed softly: "Charles, haven't you seen it long ago?

The **** you see is not all created by your mother? "

Charles froze.

He stared at Gaius, shaking involuntarily, frightened by the words in his words.

In the silence, Gaius came forward, stretched out his hand, and held his shoulders, his eyes pitying: "Charle, you should have guessed it? Did you start to deceive yourself again?"

Charle shook his head and made a difficult voice:

"This...impossible."

"Why is it impossible, Charles?"

Gaius stared at him with pity in his eyes: "Do you think your mother lives in a fairy tale? Don't be kidding, she has been the originator of Purgatory from the earliest time.

All of these plans were passed by her personally, and she personally participated in more than half of them.

It is your mother who created all this, including you..."

"Shut up!"

Charle interrupted him and stared at him angrily: "My mother...she..."

He didn't know what to say, or how to refute it.

He wanted to say that my mother was not such a person. She smiled so softly and beautifully, even before she died, she could be so happy. She is very good, please don't compare her with scum like you.

But, he couldn't tell.

He knew that maybe what Gaius said...is true.

"Sorry, Charles, I want to tell you that your mother is kind and kind, and gentle like the moon. But she is not. She is the madman chosen by the kingdoms and the holy city for this purgatory."

Gaius stepped forward slowly, ignoring Shire's backsteps, and forced him to the corner.

The old man’s voice is low, yet so cruel: "You have only seen less than one-third of what she did, Charles.

The eighth plan, the ninth plan, the tenth plan, and the eleventh plan, the most extinct one...

Did you know? In order to study the final proposition of the germ theory, what a terrible plague caused by your mother’s virus in remote cities?

She personally created a test site for the mutation of the rabies virus, turning a large number of civilians into ogre-like ghosts...not only that, there are more records buried in the ground, more , There is nothing unearthed.

Since she joined this institution, all her previous records have been erased.

The Holy City endorsed her purity and soul, even if she did dirty things. As long as she contributes her talents to the holy city, the holy city will satisfy all her **. "

"Enough..."

Charle gritted his teeth and told him to shut up.

But Gaius' voice continued.

"Do you expect her to love you? Impossible, Charles, your mother, Lilith, is the devil born of power, and she has paid all the price to climb up.

Family is a derogatory term for her. For her, only ignorant people can rely on blood as a basis to keep warm.

The so-called love is not worth mentioning to her. As long as she beckons, countless people will scramble to get onto her bed. There are even people in the cardinal church obsessed with her flame-like length and beauty.

Even if she was born with a disability and could not speak, just the look in her eyes was enough to be intoxicating.

Even in the end, in order to go further, she even used the holy city’s trust in her to create you..."

Boom!

His words stopped abruptly.

A certain invisible force burst out of the sky with the roar of Charles, like a thousand big hands screaming and scratching everything they touched. Amidst the harsh noise, a huge force burst out suddenly, and suddenly it was overwhelmed. Si lifted up and pressed him firmly against the wall, almost destroying every inch of his bones, causing sticky bloodshot eyes to seep out of his mouth and nose.

In his hand, the long-standing pipe fell off, and even though it was crushed and crushed into gravel, the remaining sparks floated up and fell among the broken wind lanterns, igniting the kerosene spilled on the ground.

So, in this purgatory, he once again ushered in his own fire.

"I don't believe...I don't believe it!"

In the harsh noise, Charles gasped heavily. He raised his red eyes, glared at Gaius, and roared with all his strength: "From the beginning until now, you have lied to me enough!"

Boom!

The huge force crushed the steel ground and walls, spreading to the surroundings, as if creating a terrifying earthquake in the deepest part of the earth. Where the faint ripples passed, everything broke into stern cracks.

Charle doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, he just feels...somehow, he has also become a monster, a...the ghost that he doesn’t know what he is...

In the midst of rage, he roared angrily, and the huge power could tear Gaius to pieces in an instant. But on the wall, Gaius laughed mockingly.

"Don't believe it?"

Gaius smiled and nodded behind him with his chin, his voice hoarse: "Then look back, Charles, go and see what she made."

In the silence, Charles was stiff in place.

After a long time, he turned his head little by little, as if fearing that terrible nightmare.

Behind him, in the cracked white glass, the giant baby sleeping in the rancid mucus has shattered in the shock, the bones shattered, and the rotten flesh and blood fell off like silt and merged into the foul-smelling pool water.

The half-rotted head broke off from the neck and sank like a ripe melon to the bottom of the pool.

The only remaining pale eyes stared at Shire silently.

In the dim firelight, Charles saw his pale face in the reflection of the glass. It seemed to merge with the monster's face, regardless of each other.

"It's not me..."

Charle shook his head hard, and let out a choked whine: "It's not me!"

He screamed and waved angrily, as if to prove it, roaring:

"It's not me!"

The terrifying power seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Together with the power to support his body, he fell to the ground, curled up in the corner, and screamed silently.

"Charles, I wanted to reveal the truth to you when I reached the end."

Gaius looked down at him and sighed softly: "I thought these things would make you mentally prepared, but now it seems that I am too impatient."

In the silence, Charles curled up in the corner, covering his face, as if afraid of the fire behind him.

"Mr. Constantine...what am I..."

He grasped his head in pain, and the broken head fell from his body, burning like a flame. He could feel that something terrible was entrenched in his body.

The thing was flowing in his veins, hidden in his breath, rejoicing with his tears, manic, eagerly trying to merge with him.

That is the power that humans can never possess, like a gift from the abyss of death, which made him fear for his own nature, crazily crazily, and a low roar of collapse:

"What the hell... am I?!"

Gaius looked at him, his eyes turning pity.

Smoke curled up from the pipe, as if everything that had been submerged in the past had been re-excavated, and the secrets hidden in the dark were exposed to the sun, revealing his hideous and ugly face.

"Twenty years ago, the test of the Ninth Project failed, causing huge damage that was unexpected."

He said, "The plague has spread to most of the Western world. Wherever it went, some villages died completely, and the corpses rotted silently into bones. Those bones still remain in the ruins of the village.

You have never seen that tragic scene. People drinking by the river, fell ill and fell into the water. The river flows with the carrion corpses and becomes smelly. The black-clothed musicians, wearing crow masks and holding a fire pot, burned the hard-hit areas of the epidemic to ashes, and the dead and those who were not dead were burned in the fire.

In just half a month, before the vaccine was launched, three million people died as a result.

Under the strong demands and opposition of various countries, Purgatory was forced to shut down. The Holy City cancelled most of the research and blocked all data. Until then, Ye Lanzhou, who had been kept in the dark, realized that he thought it was pure research, what exactly he was doing. Therefore, it led to his break with the holy city..."

While speaking, he paused and sighed and shook his head: "It's off the topic again... At that time, your mother was also driven into desperation. The Holy City deprived her of her rights and experiments, and took over. All the research in her hands. Then she disappeared.

When the holy city found out, it was too late when she stole the new blood from the sacred cauldron before she left. They signed an erasure document for me, so that I could recover the Holy Blood and completely erase all traces of her existence, including herself. "

Gaius laughed softly: "We all underestimate her.

It wasn't until I discovered her secret laboratory that I realized that she had never thought of using the holy blood as a bargaining chip to wait for the price and bargain with the holy city.

All the plans executed in Purgatory are to pave the way for her ultimate goal. It was we who paved the way for her ambition and allowed her to... implant the sacred blood into her body!

She wants to achieve an unprecedented miracle. She personally turns human beings into natural disasters, from her own birth! "

"It took me ten months to find her in a village on the border that was attacked by demons. When I found her, she was dying. I thought he had failed, but I was wrong."

He squatted down, holding Shire’s face, his eyes became frenzied: "Shire, she succeeded, she created you! Unlike those'containers', you are the only sacred blood in history. Avatar!

Don’t you feel it? You are different, you should be born above all beings. Your essence determines the difference between you and mortals.

At the first glance when I met you again, I understood that she really gave birth to a child of God! What is said in the "Scripture" is true, Shire, you will walk on the earth instead of the gods and revalue everything.

When you came to the ground, you wanted to use swords and soldiers on the ground, to shake the world, the sea and the dry land again, and you will inevitably shake the nations! All the treasures of the nations will come because of you, and make you the glory of the palace! "

Charle stared at him blankly, looking at his frantic eyes, completely blank.

It was like hearing a joke.

A clumsy joke.

I don't know what it is, I can't even smile.

"Liar..."

Charles choked, Endeavour broke free from Gaius's hand with all his strength:

"You are all liars!"

He held his severely painful head and murmured in pain: "Mother, she...I still remember, she smiled beautifully. When she finally died, she was smiling!"

Yes, that woman is smiling.

"She smiled so softly when she saw me... She is a good person, I remember, she would rather die than kill me..."

She is not such a monster, absolutely not!

"I remember all these...I always remember..."

Charle shed tears in pain, and snarled at Gaius with all his strength: "Obviously she said in the last time... She said she was very happy!!!"

Gaius was silent, just looking at him quietly, watching him screaming madly, kicking himself hard, not flashing, letting him shake himself like crazy.

Until a long time later, Charles had no strength anymore.

He knelt on the ground like a poor boneless worm, tearing a river of tears, and kowtow to Gaius for mercy.

"Spare me, sir."

He knelt down, grabbed Gaius’s trouser legs, and whispered over and over again: "Please let me and the teacher go, even if I let you lick your shoes. I just want to make some money for the teacher. Is better.

Obviously I would rather I can't even be a musician, sir, you must have made a mistake. I am not a child of a god, I only have a piece of waste wood and salted fish. Go around me, sir. "

"Charles, why don't you dare to face your true self?"

Gaius stretched out his hand and stroked his head gently, gently and pityingly: "Destiny is the key. It has awakened your essence, and you are completely different from the past.

Mortals cannot choose their own destiny, but you can create a different future.

That is the mighty power of Fan, the cornerstone of the great source.

It chose you, and you are its owner.

The new era will come. We are all dust in front of the wheels. Everything will change because of you. This is a destined change. I can't stop it, no one can do it. "

So, Charles stopped talking.

It's just getting cold little by little, as if all the heat has been taken away.

For a long time, he raised his pale face, his eyes were like dead gray, he just looked at the old man in front of him pleadingly, as if praying for salvation:

"Mr. Constantine, what you said just now... was lying to me, right?"

Gaius looked away, afraid to look into his eyes.

After a long time, he nodded slowly: "Yes, your mother is just an innocent dumb girl who was used as a test subject. Everything I said just now is a lie."

He turned his back to Shire, unable to see his expression.

A gleam of hope lit up in Charles's eyes. He got up and asked nervously, "How was her life before she was alive?"

Gaius was silent for a long time and shook his head: "It's not good."

He muttered: "She is the daughter of a fisherman, and her family is destitute. She sacrificed herself, exchanged a sum of money, and cured her brother's illness.

She is a kind woman and always has been. For you, she sacrificed everything in the end. "

"It must be so!"

Charles tugged at his sleeve: "Is the teacher also forced?"

"Yes, I threatened him with past events and forced him to assist me."

"That's it."

Charles laughed, tears shed, but his heart was full of joy, as if finally being relieved. He held Gaius gratefully and asked excitedly:

"Then... can I still go back to my home?"

He was full of expectation: "Just like in the past, everyone is happily together. I can also gag with Ye Zi, cause trouble to the teacher, take Bai Xi to make trouble, and follow the old fee to scare the children at night... Sir, it must be this way? You must still have a way, right?"

Gaius closed his eyes sadly and stopped talking.

"Sir?"

Charl’s smile stiffened on his face, tears, and grabbed his shoulder: "Sir, why don’t you speak? You won’t lie to me, will you?"

"Sorry, Charles, I can't do it."

Gaius shook his head: "You should have everything, but this alone is impossible."

This is the final judgment.

Charle stopped crying, and didn't laugh anymore.

It's like finally realizing, it's like finally knowing the future awaiting oneself.

He lowered his head in despair, as if he had lost his soul.

Gaius stretched out his hand, wiped Shire's tears and nose with his handkerchief, and wiped his face clean again.

Under the dim firelight, he seemed to have regained his life.

The sluggish face is beautifully created by God, perfect, even like a walking dead.

Boom!

Another loud noise came from a distance, as if the entire secret realm was shaking, about to collapse, and the cracks spread from the upper wall.

There is not much time left for them.

"Come with me, Charles, with me."

Gaius stretched out his hand with solemn eyes, as if facing the great holiness, so he humbled and solemnly prayed:

"You are a child born in the sacred blood. Unlike those fake popes, you are the one who should truly inherit the sacred cauldron.

You will make the world a better place! "

He stared at Charles’ face with a hoarse voice: "I assure you: one day, I will let you come back here and get back what you deserve! One day, you will be able to take back what you lost Life!"

Charles stared at him in silence.

For a long time, for a long time, until flames reappeared in those hollow eyes. Just like the collision of thunder and ground fire, it burst out with a majesty that people dare not look directly at.

He looked at Gaius' palm, stretched out his hand, and clenched it tightly.

It's like squeezing the last salvation.

Full of hope--

The turbulence became more intense, as if the earth was shaking.

The deepest part of the secret realm, the lowest level of Purgatory.

The wolf flute lifted the wind lantern in his hand.

The wind lantern illuminates the extremely dense archives, and there is a dead silence in the dusty archives, and it seems that ghosts and charms have nowhere to shelter.

Wolf flute walked in the darkness, followed the instructions, opened the secret door, and stared at the archives sealed in it.

After a long period of time, even the files are aging. The archives placed in one place smelled of years-old paper, and they had already turned yellow.

The records of the experimental products are all placed here, no one cares, and they sleep in a place where no one cares.

Wolf flute muttered the numbers silently~IndoMTL.com~ took out the innermost one.

After confirming that the numbers above were correct, he nodded clearly and brought the flame of the lantern closer.

Flame **** the file and swallowed it up.

The wolf flute released his hand and let it fall on the ground. The flames spread to the surroundings, like a monster who is not satisfied, slowly drawing the entire archive into his belly.

So, the last traces of everything from the past disappeared completely with the flame.

The wolf flute turned and left.

In the spreading fire, in the ashes, those remaining ink stains seemed to come alive, dancing wildly in the fire. In the wind from nowhere, the photos caught in the paper fluttered out.

The dead woman is flying in the fire like the last butterfly.

Everything in the past just passed away quietly. (To be continued.) 8

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