Silent Crown Chapter 500: Eternal darkness

"——I am resurrected!"

Faced with the miracle of the resurrection of the former pope after his death, and the impassioned announcement, Ludovick was expressionless and looked at his smile coldly.

Resurrection?

Nonsense.

As a member of the Cardinals’ Church, the president of the Holy See One-Heart Friars who has many secrets, he knows better than anyone that the resurrection mentioned in the scriptures is nothing but nonsense.

If it can be resurrected, why choose the King of Chi from generation to generation? Wouldn't it be enough to let His Royal Highness the oldest Red King rule this world forever?

If you just let a dead person stand in front of others again, Ludovic knows countless ways.

The "Human Body Refining" of the School of Change puts a series of elements such as iron, calcium, sodium, potassium, etc. into water to replace it with a complete human body.

The flesh and blood of the chant school can be collected from a small piece of human flesh and then cultivated intact.

Not to mention the realization of the fantasy of the Illusory School, the Summoning School uses animality to simulate human nature, and creates humanoid monsters out of thin air...

But this is far from resurrection.

In other words, it is impossible to achieve the most perfect resurrection...

Then there is only one possibility.

"So that's the case, did you die as a substitute?"

Ludovich slowly nodded: "From this point, it's a miscalculation."

But in front of him, the old guard shook his head slowly: "If you want to talk about the pope, I should be the substitute. Or, let's use more accurate words, call it... the predecessor.

I am the predecessor of the Pope, but I am not the Pope, so are you..."

Ludovich sneered: "If you want to regain the position of the Pope, don't pretend to be there. I have been an old friend for so many years. Maybe I should try your skills to learn about the power of the Scarlet King. "

Faced with the murderous intent radiating from Ludovich, the guards couldn't help sighing:

"No, I'm not the King of Scarlet, so why do you go with the human incarnation of the Hundred Eyes? You do it, don't kill me, can you?

I won't grab it with you. "

He asked without dignity, his eyes widened to show his sincerity: "Look, you passed the selection of the Sistine Council, you put on the crown in public and hold the Pope's scepter.

Now the whole world knows that you are the pope, right? "

He paused and murmured meaningfully: "Although the so-called pope is just a new garment. And you, you are still short of the last process..."

Before the voice fell, the ground in the hall trembled.

Cracks emerged from the steel ground, and then rapidly expanded, adding value, and finally, falling apart in the operation of the machinery below.

Countless steel collisions, and the roar of hammers, the glow of hot lava emerged from under the steel floor. In the hot lava, countless organs drew the heat of the lava to operate, bursting out with great power.

The hammer hits and the lathe runs. In the lava, the huge winch slowly rotates, and the iron coffin that is brewing in the flame is slowly rising.

The iron coffin that was absorbing the high heat had turned red and fell on the ground, but it did not emit any hot wind. All the heat was greedily absorbed by the things inside the iron coffin.

In the sacred cauldron, the handful of crystal clear blood has disappeared for some unknown time.

As the iron coffin fell apart, a boiling sound sounded.

In the iron coffin, in a huge petri dish, there is a steel skeleton floating.

In the deep roar, sacred blood was injected into it, turned into countless red crystals attached to the skeleton, and the steel skeleton was plated with a layer of crimson.

Soon, the red crystals became a thin layer of fascia and flesh and blood.

In the dazzling electric light and roar, countless blood-colored crystals proliferate from the iron bones, and they sometimes show iron-like colors, sometimes turning into pale green or pure white, but in the end, they gradually become fixed. It has become a material like flesh and blood.

Even if it is completely different from flesh and blood.

A new body slowly emerged from it, no more, no less, neither weak nor strong, just like an ordinary person's physique. First, muscles and fascia, then internal organs and organs, and finally skin and hair.

As the petri dish ruptured and the viscous liquid splashed, the thing that relied on the iron bone and turned into a human finally opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the tube on the back of his head.

The slender and sharp tube pierced his head and fell to the ground with a crackling electric light on it.

Immediately afterwards, the hollow eyes of the body lit up with a human look.

It's just that face... it looks like Ludovich!

The guardian of the altar knocked nuts and asked indifferently: "Is the new clothes changed?"

The newborn'Ludovich' nodded and looked at his palms:

"It's easier than before, a lot..."

When he first started speaking, his voice was a little stiff, but soon it became smooth. From the hoarse and weird electric sound to the low and powerful like Ludovic.

He glanced at the guardian and said calmly: "Your body template is too bad."

"Don't you say that in front of me?"

The caretaker sighed helplessly, "Although the clothes are not as good as new, the old clothes are not good-looking, but after all, there is love. I let you hang out in my skin for so many years, without saying a word of thanks. , I don’t think my old arms and legs are easy to use! Do you have a conscience?"

"..."

'Ludovich' is silent.

The watcher shook his head and sighed: "Is the new personality not loaded yet? You can't even make a joke."

The new-born Ludovich did not pay attention to him, but stared at the gloomy "body" holding the Pope's scepter, and stretched out his hand:

"Now, you can return my scepter to me."

"So that's it,"

Ludovich looked at the ghost in front of him coldly, with a clear expression: "...is it a dead thing?

You are not a person, not even a living thing, you just look exactly like a person. The popes of the past are such puppets? "

He stared at the caretaker mockingly and laughed: "The Sistine conferences of the past are actually looking for a new dress for this ghost? What about your proud self-will? It is embodied in this dead thing. Is it on top of the puppet?"

"Dead thing? Doesn't it seem to recognize me?"

The person called the ghost opened his mouth and made a familiar sound, but this time it sounded like dozens of sounds overlapped:

"It's disappointing, Ludovich, didn't you just laugh at me for not choosing a stand for myself?"

At that moment, Ludovich was stunned and his expression changed.

"...Nibelungen?"

"No."

The caretaker shook his head indifferently:

"This is the'Red King'."

On the altar, the misty light suddenly swelled and lit up, illuminating the dim hall and the walls behind the altar.

Sixteen crystal boxes filled with viscous liquid are inlaid on the plain wall.

In those boxes, there are sixteen brains immersed in the weirdly colored liquid.

Those brains that had been taken out of their skulls were soaked in the liquid and still functioning. Although some have shrunk and shrivelled after a long period of time, they still look alive.

Strains of strains entangled on those brains, rooted in their consciousness, and looked like weeds growing on the brains.

They stretched out from the crystal box, entangled with each other, and finally sank into the huge alchemy matrix. Following the alchemy matrix, it sank into the deepest layer of the underground palace, connected to countless brains.

Every month, a group of brains of the dead are taken out, connected to this huge network, and become a part of it...Those who have died are reborn in this ‘land of the dead’!

"Did you see it? This is the real Nibelungen."

The guardian stroked the boxes and whispered softly:

"——The Kingdom of the Dead under the Holy City!"

"...you..."

Ludovich's face was blue and gritted his teeth: "You have dedicated yourself to the Nibelungen?"

"It's just coexistence."

The puppet who was exactly the same as Ludovick opened his mouth, gazing at the delicate strains like spider silk, "Among the three wise men, the body of Nibelungen is nothing more than a parasite like this strain— —Its consciousness is too weak to exist on its own. It must be able to survive with the help of human beings.

So, the original Red King signed a contract with it, and from him, he has turned himself into a part of it..."

Since then, the popes of the past have integrated their brains into it like the Red King.

The strain of Nibelungen is parasitic in those brains, maintaining their consciousness, and connecting their thoughts together.

In this weird community-like situation, mankind is able to pass on the terrifying secrets from the ancient dark ages and contend with natural disasters.

From now on, thanks to the efforts of the popes of the past, Nibelungen’s consciousness has become an unmatched behemoth, and has become the foundation of the holy city and the human world.

The cardinal selected by the Sistine Council succeeded the pope. He came here, walked into the greatest secret of the holy city, served as its ‘guardian’, and could never leave.

Until the appearance of a new successor, the old guards can follow in the footsteps of their predecessors, integrate themselves into the kingdom of the dead, and reunite with the popes of the past.

For a long time, what people have seen is only its superficial consciousness—artificial intelligence unified by the "Scourge Nibelungen" itself—it supports the huge internal affairs of the Order. A financial system with a balance based on'green gold' has been constructed, allowing money to run smoothly between the nations and the holy city like blood.

The'lighthouse' is its eyes, helping it to monitor all the turbulence in the world all the time, and the huge wisdom composed of countless brains assists the Cardinals, using the Church as a carrier to maintain The stability and balance of the human world.

Just like what it said to Ludovich, the natural disaster Nibelungen recorded everything and witnessed everything, but this is only the purpose of the'Nibelungen' for this'group' One.

And the leader of its true core consciousness is the brains of the sixteen popes in the crystal box...

In this way, with Nibelungen as an intermediary, the dead and the living, the dead and the saints, humans and natural disasters are integrated.

Before the altar, the puppet, no, it should be said to be the ‘pope’. He spread his hands and declared to Ludovic in the tone and face of the past popes:

"What you see at this time is the consciousness and body of a total of sixteen generations of popes from ancient times to the present. The real... "King of Red"!"

Beside the pope, the guard sighed helplessly and glanced at Ludovich: "Thanks to you, I should have been the seventeenth... It seems that I will have to wait another 30 years. "

"..."

Ludovich was silent.

In deathly silence, he stared at the pope and guardian indifferently, but his eyes were still arrogant and disdainful, just sneered:

"Human tricks will always surprise me."

"Why hold it now?"

The caretaker looked at him and couldn't help shaking his head: "After being overturned, it's a matter of saying "This is impossible" at any rate!"

"Overturned?"

Ludovich sneered, and dropped the pope's scepter in his hand: "No, you made a mistake, and that is... you have already lost since I walked in here!"

Boom!

A loud noise was brewing from his body.

A stern fissure stretched from above his body, and across the face, fine cracks extended to the surroundings, and the flaked fragments fell from the body.

At this moment, he no longer wanted to be an ordinary human, but alienated into an inhuman, looking more like a porcelain on the verge of breaking.

But under the crack, there is no blood, but a dark, invisible darkness.

As if leading to the abyss.

The dark flames stretched out from the cracks, burning away his old face and robes, revealing his true identity.

Wearing a three-tiered crown, with deep purple gems inlaid on the crown, reflecting the brilliance of the abyss.

While holding a six-section scepter, the scepter is carved like white bone.

Wearing a jet-black religious robe, which is decorated with silver patterns, depicts a dark and terrifying hell.

After the flesh and blood were burned, the skeletons decorated with cyan, agate, and amber were exposed. Under the decoration of jewelry, the skeletons became solemn.

In terms of face, Ludovic's face has completely faded, replaced by a vague black mist, spreading out a dark but sacred melody.

It still looks like the pope, but no pope has ever had such an eerie breath.

At this moment, he has given up the disguise of'Ludovich' and transformed into his true self.

The true ‘primal dark pope’!

The current Sharoman Temple has been swallowed by the breath of the abyss.

"Wait? This is not stealing, do you want to force it?"

The caretaker wiped the cold sweat on his forehead in astonishment, and glanced at the pope in front of him: "I'm done with the cannon. I'll leave the rest to you. Hold it up for me!"

After that, he rolled on the spot skillfully, grabbed the pope's scepter on the ground with no regard for demeanor, and then fell into the rift below with the Nibelungen and disappeared.

"Then, let's make this announcement!"

The voice of the original dark pope sounded from between heaven and earth.

The solemn and solemn hoarse voice spread in all directions, covering the entire holy city, but it still did not stop, but swept in all directions.

From the permafrost in the north, to the endless ocean in the west, from the burning desert in the south, to the hundred thousand mountains in the east. Even in the dark world, in the etheric mystery...

At this moment, Asgard, Anglo, Burgundy, the Caucasus and even the Aurora Empire, all human beings, whether they are awake or asleep, old people or children, men or women .

All humans, all demons, heard the voice from the Primordial Dark Pope.

Immediately afterwards, the deepest part of the etheric realm, the silent abyss, suddenly burst into endless darkness. The mighty and stern bell sounded from the abyss.

As a result, all the musicians went wild.

They all feel...

The entire etheric sea is boiling!

In my lifetime, there has never been such a majestic and terrifying scene. In the emptiness of the ether sea, countless waves rise on the ground, and the tide sweeps across all directions.

The storm that was set off from the deepest part of the etheric world rushed into the ocean, rolling up countless whirlpools and tornadoes, and temporarily losing all musicians' ability to perform movement.

What's more terrifying is the fluctuation of the terrifying ether that rises from the wilds and wilds following the call of the bell.

That is a natural disaster!

At this moment, the central temple is already filled with sirens, and unprecedented high-pitched sirens sounded from everyone's ears.

Silver Tide, Holy White Storm, Destroying Fire Rain, Abaddon Locust Plague... Eight phenomena appeared in turn.

At that moment, the silver etheric sea was dyed blood red, and the endless waves turned into blood tides, signaling the arrival of destruction.

Immediately afterwards, in that bleak nebula, there were dozens of scorching hot suns suddenly appeared-it was a wave of horror caused by natural disasters.

They have recovered, they have come.

At this moment, the heads of all observing agencies in various countries have the urge to be hysterical and to slay themselves.

In the terrible sound of the bell of destruction, in the forbidden zone of the dark world, the natural disasters who had been sleeping for so many years were awakened at the same time.

Then, following the guidance of the bell, head towards the human world.

'Beast of Chaos','Bahamut','Falcon Wing Mother','Son of Spider','Sites','Snake without Eyes'...

In just a few seconds of observation, ~IndoMTL.com~, more than a dozen terrible natural disasters that have been included in the list of major threats have recovered.

Even the trail of the Dark Earth Mother appeared again.

In the abyss, the dark princes cast their gloomy sights on the material world, staring at this steel city.

But the most frightening thing is the deepest part of the abyss. In that violent darkness, the terrifying figure that is so huge that humans can't imagine opened its eyes...

One pair, two pairs, three pairs... and finally, the pupils of the eyes, like stars in the sky, gleamed in the dark. That is the essence of the Hundred Eyes, the essence of the abyss!

Now, the abyss is staring at you.

"The golden age of you waiting is coming to an end--"

With the incarnation of the Primordial Dark Pope, his hoarse voice rang in everyone's ears, making people's mind turbulent and maddening. With the sound of the bell, it seemed to swallow everything into this bottomless abyss.

"——From then on, the eternal darkness will come!" (To be continued.)