Silent Crown Chapter 509: Ascension to heaven

Twenty minutes later.

In a hidden prison underground, it is like a bazaar.

In this sprawling chaos, demons invaded the city, guards left their jobs, and criminals rebelled happily.

Holding up torches everywhere, the prisoners lit their clothes and sheets, saw open the cage, broke the shackles, and set off a carnival in the prison.

In the center of countless noises and screams, on a high platform with dozens of tables, a voice preached impassionedly.

"Friends!"

The old voice roared: "We meet here today, working together and fighting against Ludovic! Such a high price and sacrifice have been paid! We need to remember this moment of victory!

"Victory! Victory!"

The prisoners in the carnival shouted: "The moment of victory!"

"So, are we for money? Is it for honor? Or for power?"

On those dozen or so tables, the perverted old man in a tattered dirty skirt clenched his fists, his beard and hair were all flared, and he shouted enthusiastically:

"No, it's for the most precious thing in one's life, for freedom!"

The prisoners, full of stimulants, alcohol and drug prohibitions, screamed in ecstasy: "Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!"

"Let us fight on the struggle! Let us wave the banner of freedom! Let us enter a great new era!" The old man shouted: "Go to the Pope of his mother!"

The prisoners screamed frantically and responded like thunder: "Go to the pope of his mother! Go to the pope of his mother! Go to the pope of his mother!"

"Very good!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction: "Come here, bring Ludovic's minions!"

Soon, on the tattered cross, the warden who was tightly bound was carried up. The surrounding area was piled with broken wood to serve as firewood. Someone filled it with fuel and spirits that didn’t know where it came from.

The warden has no expression on his face.

"Spare! Be free!" He screamed, "I am innocent!"

"Fart! Can you fool me!"

The old woman's perverted man jumped down and pointed to his nose: "Is it true or false? I can tell with my toes!"

"All I say is true!"

The warden wanted to cry without tears: "It was originally the order of the bishop! He just ran away! I'm just a poor man! Brothers, I've never done anything I'm sorry for you! Forgive me, it's the fault of that **** bishop! Forgive me! Forgive me!"

"Really?"

The old man picked up two bottles of wine and poured it on him, leaving a little bit to pour into his stomach, drunk and suspicious. .

"Really! Really!"

The warden nodded like garlic.

"Then I ask you!"

The old man raised his voice, pointed to his nose, and said in a solemn voice: "If you dare to tell lies, you will pay for your lies today!"

He paused, and asked in a sacred and solemn tone:

"——Does I look good in a skirt?"

"..."

In an instant, all the noise disappeared.

Deadly still.

What was he just talking about?

The prisoners stared at the old man, including the warden on the cross. But the warden did not dare to speak, because the old man was still holding a match that had just been lit.

"Say it! Isn't it pretty?"

The old man drew the match closer and shouted sternly: "If you dare to panic, I will burn you!"

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The warden burst into tears, broke down completely, and talked openly.

At that moment, a roar sounded.

It's like from above the nine heavens, an angry **** descended an angry thunder to kill this damned blasphemer. In the continuous roar, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and everyone staggered and stood unsteadily.

In the loudest noise, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and a howling and heavy black figure passed through the barriers and fell on the ground at the bottom.

Boom!

Smoke and dust are flying, and rubble is flying.

Everyone sat down on the ground.

An extremely heavy object fell from the sky, smashing the ceilings one after another, and fell to the lowest level?

And the warden who was tied to the cross was almost sat down on the bottom by the thing, smashed into meatloaf, and was almost alive. Now his face was pale, almost fainting.

Soon, the sound of steel rubbing sounded.

A burly figure emerged from the smoke, suffocating everyone.

The Knights Templar!

It's the Knights Templar!

The huge gospel armor brought a terrifying deterrent, making everyone afraid to speak, waking up from the frenzy, and kicking their eyes.

The Templar looked around, and after confirming that there was no threat, he nodded and waved to it. Soon, a rope condensed from ether extended.

A white-haired young man in a long robe drew down the rope and landed on the shoulders of the Templars. He looked around and frowned:

"Who is Archbishop Albert?"

"..."

"Who is Archbishop Albert?"

He asked again, but it was obvious that this time he didn't wait for an answer, instead he popped out several moonlight lines, looking for memories directly in their minds.

In the end, his eyes fell on the old lady's man.

"Mr. Albert?" he asked.

Albert seemed to be drunk and not sober, tilted his head and looked at the visitor in confusion: "Are you looking for me? Are you here to join our team admiringly?"

"...Isn't there anyone in the upper ranks of the cult?"

The young man curled his lips and sighed, "Fortunately, you have a good subordinate. Follow me, Mr. Albert, your central temple is waiting for you."

"Really?"

Albert was stunned for a moment, and immediately jumped up excitedly, and came over to hook Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "You said it earlier! I thought you were sent by Ludovic to kill me!" /

Oh, by the way, this little brother, you look so kind, as if you have seen it somewhere! It's a pity, it's a bit like the hapless guy who assassinated the pope, but it doesn't matter.

Anyway, now that the chaos is like this, no one cares who you are. By the way, when shall we leave? "

"Immediately."

"Then you have to wait for me."

Albert waved his hand, "I have something serious here."

Speaking, he took out a match from his pocket, lit it, and shook it in front of the warden with a serious face: "You haven't answered me just now! Say! Do I look good in a skirt!"

The warden has completely collapsed, crying and nodding: "Good-looking! Good-looking! My lord, you look great in a skirt!"

So Albert's smile disappeared.

Become cold and indifferent.

Like iron stone.

"Stupid. Forced."

He released his finger and let the match slip off:

"——You look good in a skirt."

No longer paying attention to the warden who was screaming in the fire, he turned around and grabbed the rope. Under the pull of the pulley, the prisoners stared dullly and admiringly, and he rose slowly in front of the Templar. Departed under the guard. Jiulong wins the prince's daughter

It took a long time, and it took a long time for someone to react and point to the hole where the faint light fell in amazement:

"——The boss ascended to heaven!"

"Ascend to heaven! Ascend to heaven! Ascend to heaven!"

Amid the cheers of the ‘freedom fighters’, a dirty and rotten skirt floated from the crack and danced in mid-air like a butterfly flying into the flames.

Burned to crazy embers.

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"The world becomes so fast here."

Archbishop Albert was wearing a prison uniform, sitting where he used to be, with no blood on his feet. Several loyal servants beat his shoulders and rubbed his legs, serving him meticulously.

Rubens struck a match and lit the cigar at the corner of his mouth. The cigar was found from Rembrandt's body, and it tasted sweet.

So, his face was hidden in the smoke.

"In just a few days, the host of the Silent Organization died in the hands of his loyal subordinates, and the Pope was stabbed to death during the New Year's sermon.

The archbishop of the church without the backer is not as good as a dog. He is imprisoned by his new boss. Every day, he wears women's clothes and sells silly things in order to beg him to raise his hands.

Before I got drunk, there was singing and dancing in the holy city, and everyone was looking forward to the coming new era.

But I just slept, and the holy city became this kind of ravaged dozens of times.

It's terrible.

Now, the suspect who killed the Pope rescued me and put the important institutions of the Holy City in my hands again. And this guy, in just half a month, has jumped from a formal musician to a master field..."

He stared at Ye Qingxuan, spitting out stale smoke:

"——Does this world no longer need reason and common sense?"

"If I have any understanding in the past half month, it is probably: this world has its own logic and reason. People who can't keep up with it will be crushed from the body and thrown into the dust."

Ye Qingxuan replied calmly: "So, after experiencing some things, I decided to go ahead of it."

Albert was silent for a long time~IndoMTL.com~ Take off the cigarette, throw it into the dry pool of blood on the ground, and sigh softly: "Talk about your terms, young man.

From time to time, neither you nor I have the power to change reality.

The changes in the big era are not only caused by small people like you and me, but now, we can at least decide where it will turn.

Let's say, you are going to dedicate the holy city to the Hundred Eyes in exchange for unworldly merit. Or do you plan to turn the tide and become a hero for a few minutes? "

"Neither."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "It's up to the big people to consider what this world looks like. I just want to find someone in the holy city."

"Looking for someone?"

Albert was stunned. For a long time, he laughed, not knowing whether he was mocking himself or Ye Qingxuan.

"Unexpectedly... just want to find someone through the barrier?"

He shook his head dejectedly: "Sorry, young man, as you can see: The Great Enchantment of the Holy City has been broken into a sieve.

All basic functions are stagnant, and the balance of the four realms of all matrices is completely chaotic. Even if I give you the supreme authority now, all you can get is a virtual shell.

...My whole life's hard work, until now there is only one shell left? Those bastards..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him in frustration and shook his head:

"Broken, you can fix it again." (To be continued.)