Silent Crown Chapter 672: Crack Wipe

Fiction: The Crown of Silence Author: Fengyue Update time: 2017-05-1922:58

"Is this an expected failure?"

Watching the lively Naberis squatted aside and blew his whistle: "You finally made a fool of yourself. Isn't it you who have been persuading us to act low-key?"

"Even if I fail, it won't be a big deal." Paganini replied indifferently: "Anyway, the overall situation is settled, isn't it?"

"This is best."

Nabelis shrugged: "You know how important this opportunity is to us."

Paganini did not speak.

For a long time, the dark world has been filled with chaos.

People often think of black musicians as being together with demons, evil gods, and natural disasters, but even if they are the same, they have never been less in disputes, and even in order to exercise power, they have never less than wars.

As soon as Paganini entered the abyss, he stood high among the officials, juxtaposed with the natural disasters under the command of the Hundred Eyes, but has never been given real dominance.

The mainstream in the abyss is always the families and subordinates of the Hundred Eyes-those natural disasters, demons, and even half dragons, moon spirits, and iron gnomes, etc.

After the fall of the Hundred Eyes, the abyss split into many forces from the iron plate, and there was a lot of friction between each other in order to compete for dominance.

I don’t know why, among the many existences, only Paganini’s "Abyss Sages" have been recognized and have the best opportunity.

This is a turnaround for the black musicians.

If he can prove his ability, then he might not fail to get the support of the dark princes. But if it fails, I'm afraid these black musicians will have to be thugs and cannon fodder in the abyss in the future.

"To be honest, I'm very curious, how do you convince those hard-headed people?"

Nabelis drew the outline of a big head on his head.

——Those'big heads' who have been infused with unknown consciousness and abyssal elements, humanoids who were personally enlightened from demons by the Hundred Eyes, after devouring so many dark human natures, these cunning and gloomy The demon is revered as the "Abyss Sage".

Their existence is like the cardinal church in the holy city, making suggestions for the Hundred Eyes and organizing the abyss.

After the abyss fell apart, they even mastered all the secrets and power left by the Hundred Eyes. Now that the dark princes can unite, their promotion is naturally indispensable.

But everyone is curious: why those big heads chose Paganini...

"It's easy."

Paganini said flatly: "I told them: From the beginning, this was a mistake."

Nabelis was taken aback.

"As early as hundreds of years ago, the abyss began to penetrate downward from the etheric realm. But from beginning to end, all that was followed was the so-called divine will-I told them that this was a waste of effort."

Without any consideration, Paganini denied the will of the Hundred Eyes, so Nabelis couldn't help taking a breath: "You really dare to speak."

"Isn't it?"

Paganini asked: "Humans cannot guess the will of God, and gods never understand humans.

The perspective of human beings is too small, too small to understand that kind of behemoth. Even if the Hundred Eyes surrendered himself and created a clone of the original dark pope, trying to understand humans, he still succeeded.

Humans have never been mastered by gods from beginning to end—for humans, gods are too big. For the gods, humans are too complicated.

Humans have no way of understanding the existence of gods, and gods will never pay attention to so-called mortals.

Led by the emptiness and huge divine will, it will never succeed in the small material world.

Therefore, there is only one thing I persuade the Sage of the Abyss to agree-let the humans try it for themselves.

It's not a monster or a natural disaster, it's a black musician, we who were once humans. "

"..."

Naberis fell into silence for a long time, and sighed softly: "Do you want to fight for the dominance of the abyss with those natural disasters? Let the black musician dominate the dark world..."

Paganini glanced at him: "The plan went smoother than I expected, didn't it?"

"But there will inevitably be an episode."

Nabelis picked up the broken crystal, weighed it in his hand, and sighed softly, "A crystal that can be used to infiltrate the saints. It has provoked the remnants of the kings to return to the ruins. Chu’s will... This trick is really adept at driving tigers and devouring wolfs. I’m afraid he still doesn’t know that anyone is stalking it."

For Paganini, who created the theory of changeable music, what he is best at is the silent interference and distortion of things, whether it is for music theory or for personality. As long as he is given a tiny gap, he can corrode and assimilate human will and music theory from within.

The theory of change music is also a dangerous tool created by this. It may be easy to use and has many forms, but once lost in the endless changes, it will sooner or later be eroded by the change, lose yourself, and become a part of it. a part of.

When the user discovered this, his feet were already deep in the mud and he could not extricate himself from it.

With this skill, he was able to raise a nest of black musicians under the eyelids of the holy city. In the end, the musicians from the holy city fell into the abyss together, even the Pope was there. Did not notice any clues beforehand.

Unfortunately, he touched a nail in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"I tried to distort his will through the kings, but unfortunately, now it seems that he has never had the slightest awe of the original kings~ IndoMTL.com~ and will never allow others to interfere with his thoughts."

"I reminded you that you stepped on the wrong place."

Nabelis shook his head: "He is much better than me, at least, the bottom line is clear."

Paganini didn't care about his setbacks: "I can't succeed, but the Holy City also has nothing to do with him. He is destined to be an anomaly under the rules, a freak that will shake the foundation of the Order sooner or later. Even if I do not take action, the kings will never allow people like him to be promoted in the Guixu, and the holy city will not be able to tolerate him sooner or later.

Sooner or later, he will have nowhere to stay. Apart from the abyss of generosity, where will he be tolerant? "

Nabelis didn't speak, just leaned on the cold stone brick.

Close your eyes and listen to the melody.

In the stale void of the dark underground and the pungent smell of moss, there is only a dim fire, and a deep voice echoes in the distant place.

Crack...Crack...Crack...

Crack! Click! Click! Click!

It's like rotten wood being cut and cracked by a guillotine, like dead branches being trampled on, but also like...something is eating freely, gluttonous, and eating supreme delicacy.

So, even the sound of chewing sounds so dynamic.

"It tastes so delicious." Paganini was full of envy.

Crack, click, click...

In the flickering candlelight, the mottled murals on the top dome were illuminated. The old vessels on the ground were already shattered, the bronze swords were covered with rust, and the gems on the ancient crown were dusty.

The faint light cast a deformed shadow on the wall, and it was vaguely distinguishable that it was a figure crawling on the ground, a freak leaning over and chewing like a vicious dog.

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