Silent Crown Chapter 552: Gift

Just like the **** of war riding an eight-legged thunder horse, a steel ship galloping in the air, stepping on lightning and hurricanes, and move forward! forward!

Break through the strong wind and cut through the mist. The thunder struck the ship and coated it with a shining electric garment. It destroyed the oncoming hurricane, separated the suffocating fog, and pierced into the tornado like a sharp blade!

The hull shook frantically, trembling in the storm.

Countless steel plates detached from the hull, scattered like scales.

The Dragonspine Ballista, which was charged to the most extreme, emitted a high temperature, evaporating the rainwater, and the terrifying temperature followed the mechanical conduction layer by layer, burning the handle to red, like hot iron.

Igor held it tightly, enduring the pain, but there was a happy grin on his face.

"Wait...Wait..."

He gritted his teeth, muttered to himself, staring straight ahead: "It's not time yet... soon, it's almost... don't worry!"

Boom!

The last hurricane was pierced by the hull. Under the guidance of the blue moon, it flew across the sky and penetrated into the core of the tornado.

The furious head of the nomadic mountain is already in sight!

"Hello, bitch."

Igor smiled.

Boom!

At that moment, the hot flash from the bow of the ship lit the dark night.

A torrent of terror was released from the Dragonspine Ballista, and the high pressure generated by the five-fold overload pushed the steel arrow out of the bow of the ship, and the screaming sound tore everyone's eardrums.

The crossbow bolt, which was transformed and disguised as a whale hunting crossbow, also carried a dark heavy iron cord. It set off a pale wave in the air, like a bamboo piercing through the poisonous wave sprayed by the nomadic mountain, and got in In its mouth, it broke the sharp teeth, tore the flesh and blood of the upper jaw, penetrated the hard skull, and penetrated deeply into its brain lobe.

The extremely viscous venom spreads, and with the high temperature of the crossbow arrow, a pot of poison soup is boiled in the enclosed skull. Wind and Cloud I am Nie Feng’s mother

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A sharp scream suddenly sounded.

The huge body of the nomadic mountain twitched, and the terrifying ether fluctuations stopped abruptly.

The hurricane dissipated, the tornado collapsed, and countless amounts of water fell from the sky.

In the sound of destruction, it crashed into the sea with the iron ship. In the huge turbulence, the entire hull almost completely fell apart, and the three change system musicians vomited blood at the same time, and the strengthening matrix barely remained intact.

The hull has been devastated and broken to the extreme, barely keeping its integrity.

"My ship!"

Before Igor could be happy, he let out a scream, almost crying.

Soon, the painful roar and scream attracted everyone's attention.

Under the horrible poison of'temperance', the nomadic mountain convulsed painfully, and his body convulsed. It constantly dived into the sea, floated upwards, dragged the iron rope of the ballista, and rushed forward with the steel ship.

"Is this still alive?"

Igor was dumbfounded.

"It's just a serious injury."

Ye Qingxuan, who was soaked in seawater, landed on the boat, staring at the giant snake swimming in pain on the sea in the distance: "That's the blood of natural disasters at any rate, and maybe one can grow when his head is chopped off."

At this moment, the nomadic mountain has fallen into madness.

The upper jaw was pierced, and the lobe of the brain was severely damaged by destruction. Such a terrifying injury was not even a terrible injury to it. The terrifying vitality from natural disasters even repaired the wound in an instant.

But the poison of "temperance" poured into the crossbow has caused it great pain.

The poison that can completely desolate hundreds of thousands of acres of land is now boiling in its skull, eroding its bones one by one along the spine, causing blood to deteriorate.

The intense pain completely defeated its will, and it ran wildly on the sea, following its instinct, and following the ocean current.

The iron cable on the crossbow arrow pulled the ship's body, and along with it, it madly moved forward on the sea, not knowing where it was going.

"Reinforce the chain."

Ye Qingxuan instructed the son of Phoenix: "This is a good meeting ceremony, don't let it decouple."

Meeting ceremony?

The son of the Phoenix smiles bitterly: Who else do you expect to give this thing to?

Although I was at a loss, I still followed Ye Qingxuan's order to strengthen the chain. Compared with the strengthening of the entire ship, strengthening a chain is naturally easier and simpler.

Immediately afterwards, under the erosion of the Nine Heavens Ring, the entire chain became an extension of the strings, and the ladder was constructed.

Now, a straight path has been opened from Ye Qingxuan's front, leading directly to the brain of the crazy sea monster.

For a heartbeat musician, there is no better opportunity than this.

Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and pressed a different life on the iron lock (rebirth)

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Immediately afterwards, the music theory from the residue of the Hundred Eyes unreservedly followed the chains and poured into the shell of the nomadic mountain!

With ‘temperance’ opened the way, it created a hotbed of growth for it, and the music theory that brought together the dark essence of the entire etheric realm grew like weeds, and in a flash, it spread to the limbs along the spine.

There is nothing more vicious than it.

What other natural disasters are comparable to the three pillar gods who occupy the pinnacle in the great source?

The poison of the Hundred Eyes ran all over the body, frantically extracting its blood and flesh to strengthen itself, and a steady flow of power came along the iron cord to feed back to Ye Qingxuan.

For this kind of power from natural disasters, Ye Qingxuan didn't dare to keep it at all, and all of them were thrown into the clothes of original sin, to cultivate this divine tool that had lost its spirituality.

In the parasitism of the music theory of Hundred Eyes, the nomadic mountain has become a walking dead, going madly in pain, consuming the last life force, pulling the steel ship on the verge of scrapping forward along the ocean current. Know exactly where to rush to.

I don't know how long it took before it finally stopped moving.

All the vitality passed away, and the huge body floated on the sea, without any breath.

And in the dead sea of ​​no light, there is finally light.

That is a burning flame.

Those strands of flames leaped on the reef, like dim stars, illuminating everyone's astonished faces.

In the light of the fire, there was a shocking dark red flowing above the pitch-black sea. It was rich blood, and the blood covered the ocean, drifting like grease and permeating it.

There was a pungent smell in the air, it was **** and rotten.

In those burning flames, the face of "Reef" was illuminated, revealing its true meaning-it was not a stone at all, but a layer of bones.

I don’t know how many bones are piled up here, turned into fuelwood, ignited by the flame, and released a green fire.

The flame danced in the blood water, illuminating the distant islands, and the huge and eerie stone fort on the cliff.

At the very top of the fortress, a fiery pillar of fire was burning vigorously. I don't know how many bones were invested in exchange for such a terrible light.

"Demon..."

The searchlight fell on the bones, illuminating the hideous details hidden in the blood. Seeing those sharp minions and scales, the sailors suddenly suffocated:

"Mr. Ye, these are all demons!"

"Well, I know."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, using no eyes, just relying on the etheric perception, he could feel the strong breath of monsters in the blood.

The bones that were piled up into reefs near the sea were all the corpses of a demon, and it was almost like jumping into a meat grinder. The slightly more complete pieces were not found, and they were all torn into pieces.

The bones were thrown into the sea at will, as firewood for the fire, so you are also cannon fodder

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On the deck, Igor furiously smoked half a cigarette and was shocked, and asked in a low voice, "Where is this...?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled, "Let everyone rest for a while, we are in the place."

He said, "This is our destination.

——'Alderney'. "

Alderney, a deserted island off the main course.

No output, no minerals, no farmland, so desolate that birds don’t shit, and so remote that no one cares about it.

Few people know that this is the fief of Maxwell, Minister of the Seal of Anglo and the head of the Fifth Department, and even fewer people know that a group of outsiders were secretly placed in Here.

They left their homes and came here on a black boat, built stone houses here, laid foundations, piled up dirt hills, built fortresses, settled here, and waited for one day to return to their homeland.

The ashes of the Inquisition, the last seed of the Faith Department of the Holy City...

The Last Judges~IndoMTL.com~Although Ye Qingxuan said that this is Alderney, Igor didn't know what to do for a while, and looked at him blankly, "Should I hit the port signal? "

"Don't panic, just wait."

Ye Qingxuan put on the blankets sent by the organists, sat on the deck, enjoying the hot black tea, and sighed comfortably:

"The landlord has already arrived at the door. It's impossible for the tenant not to come out and say hello, right?"

After finishing speaking, I just sat on the deck so generously, letting the enchantment above the fortress in the distance stare. At the top of the fortress, among the rotating square pillars of fire, a faintly eyed pupil stared at Ye Qingxuan. After a long time, I closed my eyes and disappeared.

Soon, the door under the cliff suddenly opened.

Someone came up with a wooden boat and hung a lantern to guide the way on the mast of the boat.

"Follow me into Hong Kong."

When the middle-aged priest finished speaking, he steered the canoe to turn around and returned to the harbor gate under the cliff. Igor glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and Ye Qingxuan waved.

"Follow up, just remember not to take the wrong channel, otherwise things buried under the water will be very troublesome..."

He took a deep look at the water on both sides of the canoe. On the canoe, the middle-aged priest looked back at him in astonishment, said nothing, and silently led the way ahead.

Along the way, Ye Qingxuan looked at the defenses and buildings on Alderney Island, and was amazed: "As expected, it is the Ministry of Faith, always preparing for the East Expedition.

In just one month, has this place been turned into a fortress of war? "

The iron wheel entered the port, and the door behind it closed suddenly.

In the hidden harbor inside the cliff, someone stepped down the iron stairs and saluted Ye Qingxuan: "Please follow me, Bishop Carol is waiting for you."

-(To be continued.)