Silent Crown Chapter 508: Who can handle things?

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"We can open the side door."

A hoarse voice sounded: "Let them walk through the quarantine channel. We have a safety valve and a vacuum chamber. If they are genuine, they will not push three things. We can also take the opportunity to check."

"No!"

Rembrandt turned his head suddenly and saw the chief engineer who spoke, and his expression was furious: "Don't you know the situation?! If you open the door rashly and cause a situation in the Central Temple, what should you be guilty of! "

"Thanks for your reminder."

The old engineer sneered, "I just remembered that in order not to put the eggs in a basket. The Cardinal Church gave me the security authority of the Central Temple. You can mobilize the Holy City barrier, but unfortunately, The facilities of the Central Temple are activated, and only my orders are required."

Rembrandt widened his eyes, "Rubens, dare you!"

"Didn't you hear my order!"

Rubens stared at the operating musician: "—Open the door!"

The operating musician looked at Rubens and Rembrandt hesitantly. His eyes hovered between them. Rembrandt berated him and ordered him to remove his hands from the keys of the organ.

The operating musician was silent for a long time, then put his hand down.

In the silence, only the voice asking to enter, sounded over and over again.

Rembrandt breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Rubens, and sneered: "Rebel against your superiors and leave the Central Temple safe and disregarded, Rubens, think about how to be responsible to the Cardinal Church."

"I just do my duty."

Rubens responded coldly. He glanced at the operating musician and his eyes became extremely disappointed.

The operating musician looked away, afraid to look into his eyes.

"Now you don't need to do your duty."

Rembrandt walked up to him, stretched out his hand, tore off the identity badge from his robe, and threw it on the ground: "You are suspended, Mr. Rubens, go and wait for the cardinal's church to question afterwards. Come on!"

Rubens sneered, picked up his robe, turned and left the hall.

As he passed by the operating musician, his footsteps paused, and he took a deep look at the young man: "Hal, I'm very disappointed in you.

Not because you didn't follow my orders, but because Rembrandt arrived in just two days, and you have abandoned your father's lifelong guidelines.

——He and I misunderstood the person. "

He turned and left, but just as he was about to step out of the temple, he heard a low note suddenly sounding behind him.

Rembrandt was stunned, turned his head blankly, and his expression was distorted when he saw the operating musician whose fingers were pressing on the keys.

"You bastard...how dare you...how dare you!!!"

The operating musician smiled in relief, stretched out his hand, took off the badge on his chest, and threw it at Rembrandt’s feet:

"Sorry, I quit."

Rembrandt's expression convulsed, just waiting to say something.

The door opened suddenly.

The first thing I saw was blood vines coming in.

The tragic blood red flowed into the hall in the sound of heavy footsteps.

Even after the closed safety valve and the vacuum chamber, the two doors are separated one after another, there is still so much blood flowing in, the pungent smell seems to have formed a substance, making everyone's face become Pale.

In the heavy footsteps of steel friction, the Templar knights with incomplete swords in their hands walked in. The armor on their bodies was mutilated, and the knight in gospel armor headed by them was even more tragic beyond recognition.

You can see traces of twisting and tearing everywhere on the alloy armor. In the tiny cracks, the broken etheric pipe is gushing with steam. After passing the blood on the surface, it turns into a red color, immersed in the air.

Some people took off their broken visors and helmets, and their hair had been soaked with viscous blood, solidified under the effect of body temperature, and compacted in the same place.

After fighting on the road, 27 of them remained.

Twenty-seven people now seem to have crawled out of hell.

No one dared to doubt whether they were Templars.

Except for the center, the two people who are protected in the core.

A young priest who has been completely numb and now suspects that he is dreaming.

There is also a young man in a robe.

The robe was dyed crimson by the blood of the demon, and was covered in pitch black by the ashes of the torture frame. Red and black are intertwined into the color of death on his clothes. The original color can no longer be seen, but it is just suffocating.

What's more attractive is the long white hair with a hint of metallic color on his head.

And under the long hair, the pupils that opened slowly.

Can't tell what the look was, like a sandstorm blowing through the ruins, the cliffs covered by snow, and the lava hidden in the darkness.

It's like a dark whirlpool, hiding the entrance to some dangerous place.

"Big and bold!"

In the silence, a voice suppressing anxiety sounded: "Who gives you the qualifications to trespass into the Central Church!"

Rembrandt took it out and recognized Vasco’s military rank, and his expression became more and more contemptuous: "Eagle? A small captain? No order, no enlistment, no permission, do you dare to step into the central temple !"

"We..."

Unexpectedly, Vasco was silent for a moment, and replied in a quiet voice: "We are just here to help."

"Support?"

Rembrandt sneered: "Whoever gives you the order needs yào support here, there must be a limit if you can't help yourself!"

Quin Ting's expression was gloomy, and his face was cut by the corpse knight's sword with a huge gap. The gap was like a baby's mouth opening and closing and twitching, extremely hideous. Had it not been for Ye Qingxuan, he would have been transformed into a demon.

"This lord, we are just..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan put his hand on his shoulder and motioned him to stop.

It wasn't until this time that Rembrandt noticed this young man who had been neglected intentionally or unintentionally. The man stepped forward and stood in front of him, looking down at him.

But his face is so familiar.

"Why did you do this?"

He seemed to be reading Rembrandt's thoughts, and squinted his pupils: "Holy City One-Heart Brotherhood? Ludovich...what benefit did they give you?"

"Who are you?"

Rembrandt just felt like he was stripped naked, in the snow and ice. But immediately, an electric light split from his brain, making him suddenly realize ~ IndoMTL.com~ screamed:

"Ye, Ye Qingxuan?!"

"Bold!" He yelled at the Templars: "You rebels! Who gave you the courage to let you come here... Hurry, take him down!"

Puff.

A crisp voice sounded.

The spring water rushes.

That is a fountain of blood.

As everyone stretched dullly, Ye Qingxuan and him passed by, and the moonlight at his fingertips flashed away. As a result, Rembrandt's head slipped off his shoulders and fell to the ground.

Rolling on the ground twice, the roar seems to have become more pleasing to the eye.

There is dead silence.

Vasco reacted first, staring at Ye Qingxuan blankly, swallowing and spitting.

Until now, the body gushing with the blood spring fell to the ground, and the blood stained the bishop's robe. A cardinal died in Ye Qingxuan's hands in a short moment.

He began to wonder if it was a mistake that he escorted Ye Qingxuan here.

"There is no time for nonsense."

Ye Qingxuan looked at the rest of the people indifferently: "Who can take care of things?"

The crowd is silent.

What can you say?

What else can I say?

Who can handle things? The guy you just killed is in charge! What do you want? Isn't it enough to kill one!

For a long time, Rubens stood up.

"I can, I am the chief engineer here, the person in charge of the mechanical structure of the enchantment."

Rubens said to Ye Qingxuan: "I don't care what you want to do here, what purpose you have, and whether you want to assassinate the pope or not.

I can fully cooperate with you. "

He paused, summoning the courage to make a sound:

"But I have one condition..." (To be continued.)

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