Silent Crown Chapter 575: The Evil of Human Nature (Part 2)

"What the **** are you thinking again?"

Hearing Mephistopheles' words, Stone couldn't help laughing and waved: "No, no, don't think about it."

But Mephistopheles still didn't relax his vigilance and looked at him directly:

"Mr. Stone, Angelu has been miserable enough, don't toss it anymore."

"...I didn't even call the teacher anymore."

Stone sighed, "Am I such a cruel person?"

Mephistopheles sneered, "Isn't the Inquisition such a cruel place?"

"Mephistopheles, you know us well, but not enough. After all, you were never one of us."

"Yes, because conscience is hindering."

"No, because of cowardice."

Stone looked at him: "You have witnessed the life of monsters with your own eyes, so you are afraid of being treated as monsters by others. Therefore, you have never known the true religious court."

"Since this world is the land God promised to mankind, what we have is the madness God has promised."

Stone said calmly: "Mephistopheles, we are lunatics, yes, we are unscrupulous, there is no lower limit, if we are suspected of colluding with demons, even children we can burn to death without hesitation.

Humans are afraid of us because we are evil.

But mankind also needs us, because this evil is necessary and meaningful, and there is always someone to practice the evil of human nature-this is the meaning of the Inquisition.

If we want to do something, it must be something that humans need us to do, even if this thing is cast aside by others.

We are monsters created by human beings. They are the evil of human nature that opposes benevolence and kindness. We are also driven by human justice. We use the morality stepped on by humans to judge demons and measure the starry sky.

This is how monsters survive—if not, what is the difference between us and monsters? "

Mephistopheles was silent for a long time and shook his head: "After all, it's just a high-sounding cliché... I don't think Ye Qingxuan can accept your methods and ideas."

"Don't underestimate him, Mephistopheles."

Shi Dong disagrees: "Your specialty is shepherding believers, so you can see where their hearts are weak, but Ye Qingxuan is different from others-if we are monsters, then he is the king of monsters I chose.

He has weaknesses and many weaknesses, but he has already witnessed the evil of his human nature. He has directly looked at his desires and ugliness, and has done better than anyone and stronger than anyone. "

"Wait, he will save this country and take back everything he deserves."

"At all costs."

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is still dim.

A carriage stopped at the end of Queen's Road, at the entrance of Upper Town.

The white-haired young man got out of the carriage, looked up, and looked up at the dark sky and the huge seal that was faintly flowing. Then, moving forward, stepped into the penalty area.

The sound of howling in the sky sounded.

The wings of burning light fell, hitting the ground, roaring loudly, and setting off a hurricane.

The knight in the armor of the archangel raised his head, and the eyes on the visor showed cold red light.

"Who?"

Ye Qingxuan flicked his fingers, the copper coat of arms flew up, traversed an arc, was caught by the knight, and saw the pattern of the holy emblem in the fire above.

"The Inquisition, Grand Inquisitor, Ye Qingxuan."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, "Notify me to Mr. Haydn-I will come to the end of the school, and I'm here to ask for advice."

The great knight looked at him for a while, put away his coat of arms, did not speak, and rose into the air.

Soon, the blocked door was opened.

"Please follow me."

The Knights of the Round Table walked out of it and showed him the way.

The hot wind of horror is blowing.

Along the road is a deadly street, only the clang of the patrolling knights of the round table walking, there is no fire or burning things, but being in it, it makes people feel hot and sweaty.

That is the high temperature created by the flow of a huge amount of ether.

After entering the gate, Ye Qingxuan's musicians felt that the entire Shangcheng District was almost covered by the scorching sun. The sea of ​​ether seems to have become a loophole here, and torrents are introduced all the time, moving along the huge matrix and turning into a part of a huge movement.

——"Genesis"!

Based on the Great Enchantment of Avalon, extracting massive amounts of ether, the huge area created by "Genesis" has enveloped the entire Upper City.

Just remote sensing will produce the illusion of fear that you are falling into the corona.

Walking around the entire upper city for a half circle, he finally saw the old man who was instructing the royal musicians to strengthen the seal.

The contemporary saint, Haydn.

"Is it Ye Qingxuan?"

A long distance away, he saw the visitor, wiped his sweat, and waved to Ye Qingxuan: "Come on, there is nothing to avoid here."

When performing, due to the core music theory and secret methods, most musicians often don’t like others to watch. What's more, the saints who directly inherit the holy name are themselves the incarnation of music theory, and what they master is human music theory. There is no room for prying at the essence.

But now that Haydn said that, Ye Qingxuan didn't excuse him and went straight into the court.

He had been in contact with Ye Qingxuan in the last Shadow of Avalon incident, and he also admired this young musician who was gifted as the protagonist in the way of forbidden.

I just didn’t expect that when we met again, this young man whom he hailed as the giant of the banned school 30 years later had become a master, and was made the archbishop of the Holy City. His identity was equal to himself, and he was even appointed. Reorganize the Inquisition to fight against demons and natural disasters.

Just a few months.

Beyond everyone's imagination...

"Master Haydn."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and did not bow to the audience. Due to his identity, it was impossible for him to bow to Haydn.

Haydn smiled, only complimented: "It did a good job last night. The first battle of the Inquisition's comeback has already begun."

"It's not even close."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "When one or two descendants die, Leviathan doesn't hurt or itchy at all."

Haydn didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and pointed to the huge enchantment next to him-"Genesis".

"Are you here to see this?"

"Exactly."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "To what extent has the Shangcheng District deteriorated now?"

Haydn shook his head, "Watch it for yourself."

He waved.

The ancient scrolls suspended in the sky slowly closed, and the disguise of Genesis was put away, revealing the true face of the forbidden area.

The first thing I saw was the black mist, like ash that burned out of flames, flying in the upper city, covering everything. Everything became indistinct and difficult to see.

But outside the Shangcheng District, Ye Qingxuan can see the whole picture clearly.

The streets are still deserted, but large blocks of buildings have collapsed.

Vessels like vines grow in it, spreading from the deepest palace to the surroundings, even rooting in the rocks, pulsing slowly.

In the pulsation of the blood, a dark red light rose, intricately curled in the sky, extending beyond Avalon, and submerged in the endless white mist.

They are one.

The mist and the sea are monsters. The land and rocks of Avalon have been alienated, becoming its flesh and body, and the pulsating **** rainbow light is its red vein...

The entire upper city has become a living thing.

"Leviathan, it's inside."

Haydn whispered: "It has broken through the second seal and is recovering-rock and steel have been eroded by its breath, and it has begun to activate."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, then looked up and asked: "Is there no way to destroy it?"

"What I am good at is not destruction."

Haydn shook his head, "Genesis can only create a false world that contains it, and forcibly create a fault in the etheric realm.

I can turn it into an extremely harsh environment. In fact, I have already done this—you should be able to feel the nature interference.

The cup of hope is right here. All the air in it has been replaced with virulent poison. The temperature alternates between morning and evening, and there is a temperature difference of thousands of degrees...There are other bad conditions. I have turned it into hell. .

But the activity of the natural disaster body is so terrible, it has even evolved resistance against my settings. And the only sword in the stone and fallen iron that can cause damage to it have been lost among them..."

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

In the final analysis, "Genesis" is not a movement that brings destruction.

What Saint Haydn is good at is the super-wide-area music theory setup. Its original intention is to open up and adjust the ‘black zone’ in the dark world, not to destroy it.

"It would be great if it was Wagner or Tchaikovsky here."

Haydn couldn't help sighing, "It's a pity..."

Unfortunately, neither of these two can come to Anglo.

The inheritance of Saint Wagner is the chapter of "The Valkyrie" known as the "Incarnation of War". It possesses the "divine nature" that is above all animal natures in the summoning school. It serves as the army of the Valkyrie in the myth. Just one person can be worth hundreds of armies.

But dozens of days ago, he had already traveled to the dark world to assist the King of Blue in a ‘border patrol’ to deter other natural disasters and defend the borders of the human world.

Among the Saints, Tchaikovsky’s special session is the same as Haydn’s, and it’s also an exclusion school of "ultra-wide-area interference"~IndoMTL.com~ but different from Haydn, what he is good at is creating. Completely opposed to'destruction'.

Leave aside the hidden symphony "Sorrow" and so on.

Once the "Overture of 1812", which is just a prelude, is played, the result is a vacuum **** with a radius of thousands of miles. In that violent nature interference, no objects can survive.

However, the previous generation of Tchaikovsky is dead...

There are no descendants or students, and no suitable person can inherit his mantle. The new generation of "Tchaikovsky" has not been selected at all.

Otherwise, the Caucasus region that he should be guarded by him will not be defeated steadily in the attack of the Hawkwing Mother...

The situation is terrible.

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his forehead, "How long do we have?"

Haydn smiled, helpless and self-deprecating.

"Who knows?" (To be continued.)