Silent Crown Chapter 582: Solomon’s end
Although I don’t know how Lao Fei feels after seeing him for so long, I don’t want to be as happy as a normal dog.
And the look in his eyes still doesn't look down on him.
Faced with Ye Qingxuan's warm welcome, it just pushed his nose away impatiently, and calmly rubbed him with mud. It's as if it wasn't a long time to reunite, but just went out to the next college and stole a cucumber to eat. It was easy and natural.
Just after returning, many people have disappeared.
Things are not humans.
As long ago, they set foot in this city for the first time.
One person and one dog.
Originally, Ye Qingxuan was worried that the poison on his body would affect it, but he didn't expect that he just sneezed and shook his hair. After shaking off a few curly and white hairs, it had no effect. .
To some extent, this has been called shocking.
But Ye Qingxuan is almost used to it.
He never regarded Old Fei as a normal dog anyway.
It is much better than anyone.
"Where have you been for so long?"
Ye Qingxuan squatted down and looked at it, pinching his chin, and jokingly said, "I haven't seen him for so long. Could it be that I found a wife outside and gave birth to a litter of cubs and don't want to come back?"
Unexpectedly, Old Fei did not bite it.
Just staring at him with an expression of ‘Abba is disappointed in you’ made Ye Qingxuan feel ashamed, and he couldn’t be more self-confident that he could only play such boring jokes.
Then it opened its mouth and threw the thing in its mouth on the bench.
That is a necklace that has been broken in half.
The embellishment of the necklace is gone, only a slender chain is left, which is very familiar.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
For a long time, I reached out and picked it up, looking at the unique chain—heavy tentacles, expensive heavy metal.
Unlike ordinary goldsmiths who are eager to save troubles, they directly reduced the style of the chain several dozen times and knocked the metal rings together. It is a painstaking design, not an assembly line, but pure handwork, low-key and exquisite.
This kind of necklace, even if it is an old craftsman who has studied for a lifetime, can't make it casually. With this kind of mental strength and craftsmanship, you can earn a lot of money for whatever you do.
In Avalon, there are not many people who have this kind of craftsmanship, and there are not many people who can make such people work hard for themselves, and there are not many people who only make a necklace and chain.
Combined with his own thoughts, he soon recalled a few months ago...
When entering Stein's Chamber, he once saw the same pattern on the back of someone's neck.
"Mary?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
It turned out that when Leviathan broke through the second seal, the second queen who was lost in the upper city, the princess of Avalon, the queen of the future Anglo!
He looked at Old Fei dumbfounded:
"Did you find her?"
Old Fei glanced at him, said nothing, turned around, and drew his tail skillfully.
means: follow me.
Ye Qingxuan obediently followed behind him.
For some reason, following Old Fei's turn, he suddenly walked from the inner courtyard of Westminster Abbey onto the street. Under the leadership of Old Fei, they crossed the streets and alleys and moved forward.
The more you move forward, the stranger the scene becomes.
Ye Qingxuan has a headache.
On the map in his mind, it has been twisted into a ball at this moment, and the spatial relationship is completely messed up. It stands to reason that they have already circled a big circle and returned to the original point, but there is still a deserted alley in front of them.
Only when I lowered my head, I realized that, at some point, a stream of blood was already flowing under my feet.
Blood path!
And when he raised his head, the mist swept over his face like a sea tide and swallowed him.
When the fog dissipated again, everything was different.
Old Fei has disappeared.
Like a phantom.
And he is already in the shadow of Avalon.
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In the dead silence, he raised his head in silence, looking up at the same dark sky, with a headache.
There must be something wrong with this!
Where... something went wrong!
The shadow of Avalon at this moment is completely different from the past.
The city has been fragmented, as if iron sheets were twisted, folded, and broken by some huge force... Numerous ruins of dilapidated ruins were suspended in the sky. The road stretches in all directions like a bloodline of nothingness.
The whole city seems to be struggling to leap from the ground, fly into the sky, and freeze forever at this moment.
So the countless buildings that shattered from the body are still floating in the distance, and the distorted and shattered, seemingly unreasonable buildings are calmly left in this freezing time.
The sky is falling apart.
The city was frozen in the second before it was destroyed.
And just above the tallest sky dome among the countless broken buildings and road guards, the palace covered by black mist stands high in the direction of the sun, like a black sun, releasing terrifying etheric fluctuations.
It's like some monster is brewing in it.
The whole city seems to be dead, but some kind of deformed vitality emerges from it. The dead city, which was originally dark and terrifying, is now bathed in destruction, but it starts to breathe again.
A certain huge power dominates the enchantment, penetrates the entire city, cages it into its own body, and makes them crawl out of the coffin with themselves, breathing in the stale air, and rebirth in sight.
Countless insects are crawling, and the screaming sounds of beasts are hidden in the silent silence, which is creepy.
On the empty street, in the deepest part of the darkness, something stared at Ye Qingxuan who broke into here, and his blood-red eyes were exposed.
One pair, two pairs, three pairs...
"I was stared at."
Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, a bronze holy emblem slid from his cuffs like a palm, his five fingers were fastened, and the music theory of the Nine Heavens Ring came out of the chapter of fate, wrapped around it, and the emptiness of moonlight popped out of it , Turned into a faint moonlight sword blade of nothingness.
But the sword is now surrounded by a real flame, crimson, like a karma that ignites sin, illuminating this dark world.
This is regarded as the most useful thing he learned in the cram-filling cram school of the Inquisition.
How to use the unique instruments and alchemy weapons of the purification musician, as well as hundreds of purification movements since the establishment of the Inquisition.
In addition to the core "Night of the Barren Mountain" and other four movements, 16 applications of blessings, 34 purifications, and the remaining 70 or so are all about how to completely wipe out things other than humans.
"Is this an application class?"
He squinted his eyes and walked forward, unhurriedly or slowly. In the silence, the invisible pressure gradually condenses, like a great pressure, which is about to happen...
Suddenly, a stern roar burst out in the distance, and violent power rose into the sky like a dying monster.
So familiar.
Ye Qingxuan looked up in shock.
At that moment, the pressure was broken, countless scarlet pupils swelled, and the sound of the wind followed with a stench. In mid-air, they made a dizzying neigh. There was also a dusty insect tide flapping its wings, absorbing the ether in the air, creating a short vacuum, crushing a piece of black, and engulfing Ye Qingxuan.
An irritable sigh sounded.
The moonlight pierced the darkness, swept, chopped, and slashed.
In the narrow time between the fingers, countless notes burst out, and the movement was compressed to a moment, only enough time to distinguish a small whistling sound that was so short that it was imperceptible.
Immediately afterwards, the blazing fire spread, spreading in all directions.
So fast.
It's as if the cotton wool scattered during the autumn harvest was ignited by a stream fire, spreading quickly, and then dissipating silently.
Not even ashes are left.
Under the dissipated firelight, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the direction of the roar.
It's Long Wei.
The familiar Longwei.
"Mary?"
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In the collapsed church, dark blood spurted up and landed on the mottled visor.
Under the blade, the huge monster was chopped in half from the top of the head to the crotch, and fell to the ground, convulsing and struggling, and let out a final whine.
But in all directions, a steady stream of monsters are constantly emerging.
Under the layers of blood stains, the knight of the round table who had begun to corrode roared and cut off the blade. Amidst the howling of the sword, the power of terror, relying on the sound, spread to all directions.
There seemed to be countless swords hidden in the wind, tearing the ground, cutting the air, smashing the dust, destroying the walls, and cutting all monsters within a hundred meters into mud.
The blood spurts one after another.
The stench of blood has become stronger.
After the Knights of the Round Table, the girl curled up in a pool of blood covered her head and wailed.
"They are coming... Christine, they are coming... They are here, it is here..."
Under the torn dress, crimson scales appeared on her slender arms and disappeared again. The silent eyes sometimes turned into vertical pupils, and sometimes struggling, returning to blue.
Struggling between humans and animals.
In pain and wailing under the torment of cursed blood.
"It's looking at me..." Mary whispered softly: "Kristin, draw the sword to me, give it to me quickly... I saw it, it's in my body... It's going to I tore it to pieces."
"Your Highness!"
Kristen half-kneeled on the ground, lifted her up, and shook her vigorously: "Don't think about it, don't lose to it!"
"It's going to kill me, Christine."
Mary raised her head, her pupils were hollow, she looked at the knight in front of her, but she was silent, there was only a palpable animal chaos: "Give me the sword, Christine, draw the sword to me. "
She held Christine's arm, weeping and begging, but Steel wailed in her uncontrollable convulsions, leaving distinct fingerprints.
She looked at Kristen, as if she was possessed, her eyes became red:
"Give me the sword, I can kill it!"
Christine was silent.
Behind the visor, the girl’s eyes were full of sadness, and she couldn’t help crying in the exhaustion of these days of hard fighting: "Your Highness, that’s yourself..."
The chest cavity of the round table armor suddenly split, revealing the heavily armed female knight inside. She stretched out her hand and pressed Mary's neck before Mary could react, pressing the injection tranquilizer into her artery.
With all my strength, even if her arm is grasped by Mary's hand, her muscles are shattered, her bones are broken, and her arms are stained red with blood.
Obviously it was just an injection, but the terrifying pressure in that artery could not be suppressed.
There are beasts struggling and roaring in it.
Then, under the last powerful tranquilizer, he fell silent again.
Mary lost her strength, limp in Christine's arms, gasping weakly.
"Don't fall asleep, Your Highness."
Christine carried her on his back, "Hold on, it'll be better soon. Remember that song? That song that you loved the most when you were a kid."
Mary seemed to respond to something, and it seemed that she didn't hear her, just whispering scattered words softly, as if singing.
"Solomon was born on Monday, was baptized on Tuesday, got married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, became seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, and was buried on Sunday. This is Solomon's end, this is Solomon's end... …"
Like a dream, or forcing herself to remember, Mary muttered in despair, repeating, over and over again: "Solomon was born on Monday, was baptized on Tuesday, was baptized on Tuesday, was baptized on Tuesday...be baptized, Baptized, baptized..."
In the muffled voice, Kristen straightened his broken arm blankly, reinserted the armor, and then put on his upper armor again.
The expiry date of tranquilizers is getting shorter and shorter.
From the first day and night, to the present, I can only persist for a few dozen minutes. Kristen knows well: Without treatment and exchange of blood, Mary will completely collapse under the torment of cursed blood~IndoMTL.com~ and transform into that bloodthirsty monster.
Time is running out.
"Your Highness, don't be afraid."
She endured the pain and raised her broken arm to stroke the long hair falling from her shoulders:
"I will protect you, for sure."
But in the dead silence, the melody that has been entangled for the past few days once again sounded from afar.
Gradually approaching.
That's Requiem...
"Requiem No.6"
It will only be played at the funeral of the musicians, wishing the souls of the deceased can rise into the solemn melody of the great source...At this moment, it looks so gloomy and hideous.
Countless ashes floated from the cold wind, faintly interweaving into a vague shadow, the shadow was torn from the inside, revealing the pale skin after many years of death, as well as hollow eyes.
The musician in white clothes stepped out of the shadows, wearing a crystal crown, exuding cold etheric fluctuations, entangled around Christine like a snake.
The lost spirits of the musicians have never ascended to the great source, but have returned from the dead emptiness again, in such a disgusting face.
On the decaying white clothes, the emblem of the Royal Orchestra was impressively decorated, which was transformed into a stone, thousand-year-old body that was immortal because of Penglai's medicine, and it moved again.
Step forward slowly.
The petrified cervical spine twisted and made a harsh sound. The middle-aged musician stared stiffly at Christine, and stared at Mary on her shoulder.
"I would like to dedicate myself to the supreme and great emperor..."
There was a dull murmur, and the musician stepped forward like a walking dead. There was a disgusting fanaticism in the hollow voice:
"——May God bless the kingdom, my emperor bless me!" (To be continued.)
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