Silent Crown Chapter 692: Trial

? Fire.

　　

　　 The flame is lit.

　　

　　In the still lensed world, the old musician stared blankly at the icy ruins, and the great fear came from somewhere and penetrated into his consciousness.

　　

　　"——What is this...?"

　　

　　 During the stagnant time, the sound seemed to be frozen in the air, but the sound of steel friction was like a sharp blade, cutting the frozen time.

　　

　　 Then, the sickle of God's Fury was slowly raised and pointed at the sky.

　　

　　"Deus-vult......"

　　

　　 was overwhelmed by the decisive force, the old musician whispered softly.

　　

　　The flame ignites from the sickle.

　　

The 　　 element operates, leading the great power from the great source to descend, attaching to the sickle blade of nothingness, harvesting all poisons, disasters, rebellion and injustice, and bringing down death and eternal sleep for all equality.

　　

　　This is a trial.

　　

　　This is the end.

　　

　　 This is the wish of the gods!

　　

　　 The irresistible destruction appeared in Ye Qingxuan's hands. As he stepped forward in the still time, the pitch-black armor rubbed against the rock-like air until it was red.

　　

　　He is burning.

　　

　　In the pain that was carved into the bone marrow, Ye Qingxuan felt an unprecedented level of sobriety and relaxation, as if he was born like this, as if in the torment of this flame, the soul finally got free and soared in the sky.

　　

　　 One step, two steps, holding the sickle of God's Fury, Ye Qingxuan smashed the dust and solidified cracks that blocked the road, leaving a pale track where he passed, and the track was like a blade, straight forward, stabbing Bai Where the knight is.

　　

　　 Boom! boom! boom! boom!

　　

　　In the freezing time, the white knight's armor trembled and roared.

　　

　　 The stiff body was trembling slowly, breaking free from the shackles of time, and the elevated authority burst into flames, distorting the realm of matter, and even making time evade it.

　　

　　 was bathed in the fire light like a natural enemy. He roared and neighed, and the spear of authority cut through the material world, cut a remnant, and pierced it straight.

　　

　　 Countless music theories entangled under this resonance, and the blessing of the abyss and it, behind the white knight, transformed into an ancient and dark scene.

　　

　　The dark bell suddenly burst.

　　

　　 in the south, in the north, in the dark world, even in the holy city...Dozens of hidden dark officials opened their eyes, responding to the call of the king of the earth, resonating, and throwing their power into the abyss Among the phantoms, the eternal dark phantom became more stable and real.

　　

　　 It is as if the distant future is revealed at this moment, setting the melody of fate, and entrusting everything to the authority of the king of the earth.

　　

　　In that moment, the spear of authority collided with the sickle of God's Fury.

　　

　　 **** for tat.

　　

　　 burned myself, summoned all the strength, and slaughtered forward resolutely, crushing everything on the other side completely and turning everything into nothingness.

　　

　　At that instant, the sickle of God's Fury collided with the Spear of Kingship thousands of times.

　　

　　 The sickle of nothingness is still burning, but the light on the spear of kingship is dimmed again and again, and the elements are broken, and there are cracks. Immediately, the anger of natural disasters filled it, and the gun broke, and from it emerged a mighty power that seemed to make the world dark.

　　

　　 This is the essence of the white knight, representing the future after all natural disasters and demons occupy this world, and representing the glory of the great source of darkness.

　　

　　——The World of Abyss·Eternal Darkness!

　　

　　 "Kneel down, the rebellious, receive death!"

　　

　　In the rising darkness, the white knight roared like the roar of the heavens and the earth: "You should be awed by the dust!

　　

　　 I am the Lord of the earth!

　　

　　 I am the king of everything! "

　　

　　 "No, you are not."

　　

　　 only a hoarse voice responded to him. Under the cracked visor, Ye Qingxuan raised his burning face and stared at him indifferently: "Everything about you is just usurped stolen goods, and you , Just an empty shell with a crown!"

　　

　　 Boom!

　　

　　 The flame sickle fell.

　　

　　 In the roar of countless electric lights, the melody of the Day of God's Fury is played.

　　

　　 The elements of the ancient darkness burst apart, followed by the kingship of the White Knight, and then, the head of the warhorse was cut off. The sickle chopped down, turned around, swept, and tore his armor, followed by his arm and his chest.

　　

During the time that 　　 freezes, there is only the sharp light of the sickle.

　　

　　Under God's punishment, of course nothing exists.

　　

　　 And when the freezing moment passed, the ensuing loud roar sounded through the entire Guixu ruins, causing the ocean to turbulence and the islands trembling, as if silence was about to be heard.

　　

　　 And Rulin's torture frame grows from under the soil, and the light of the flame covers everything.

　　

　　 The abyssal scene fell apart, bursting out wailing.

　　

　　In the burning of the fire, the white knight fell from the cracked horse, and tragic scars emerged from the shell, crisscrossing and almost dissociating under the sickle.

　　

　　 The white flames in the pupils are dim, like a candle in the wind.

　　

　　Death comes.

　　

　　In front of the white knight, the armor transformed by the dragon has reached its limit and quietly dissipated.

　　

　　 Ye Qingxuan's figure walked out of it, bowed his head, and looked down at the natural disaster at his feet.

　　

　　"The time has come for the end,'Your Majesty', this day should have come long ago."

　　

　　 He announced softly, leaned over, and suddenly pierced the white knight's cracked chest with his palm, clenched tightly, and pulled a phantom phantom from the darkness, holding it high.

　　

　　 In the light of the flame, the figure wearing the crown was strangled by Ye Qingxuan's throat, struggling endlessly, shouting at him silently.

　　

　　Ye Qingxuan's face is still indifferent, just looking at it coldly:

　　

　　 "The King of the Sun from Burgundy, you were arrested for colluding with heresy. In the name of the gods and me, I will give you a fair trial."

　　

　　 is clearly on the battlefield, but as if in the court of trial, Ye Qingxuan holds a sickle in his hand, and coldly declares: "You are sentenced to fire and executed immediately!"

　　

　　 "May the flame purify your soul."

　　

　　 Boom!

　　

　　The flame burst from between his five fingers, engulfing the phantom illusion, and after the flame extinguished, of course nothing existed.

　　

　　Only the finely divided salt powder fell from the flame and dissipated in the air.

　　

　　 Right after, Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, stretched out his hand again, and pulled out the second lingering ghost: "Ironyue Sage from the Caucasus, you were arrested for befriending the devil.

　　

　　, in the name of the gods and me, give you a fair trial.

　　

　　——Fire, execution! "

　　

　　"The lord of the Golden Palace from Asgard...The Mandate Sultan from Canaan...The King Magathan from Tianzhu...You and others are guilty of betrayal for disrespecting the gods.

　　

　　, in the name of the gods and me, give you the end and redemption of equality.

　　

　　——Fire torture! "

　　

　　In the flames of God's Fury, the last remnants of the original kings disappeared without a trace.

　　

　　 In the end, only the white knight on the ground remained.

　　

　　...a deformed hollow shell.

　　

　　 He stared at Ye Qingxuan viciously, his eyes widened, his mouth neighed, and he reached out and scratched, as if he was trying to regain his treasure, but he was stomped on the ground with one foot and kissed the dirt.

　　

　　 Then, the sickle dropped and caught his throat.

　　

　　"The white knight from the abyss, you were convicted of arrogance, blasphemy, heresy, and depravity. You will be punished and destroyed in the name of the gods and me."

　　

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked down at him, his eyes filled with bright electric light, and his hoarse voice echoed above Guixu.

　　

　　"——What awaits you and your eternal darkness will not be purgatory and despair, but eternal nothingness and death!"

　　

　　 "No!!!"

　　

　　 In the scream of countless voices in the empty shell, the sickle was coldly raised, slit his throat, cut off his head, and completely separated the future king of the earth.

　　

　　 Under the judgment of God's Wrath Scythe, the cracked body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed and turned into dissipated salt. The falling head screamed and slowly shattered, until in the end, only an empty skull remained.

　　

　　 Snap!

　　

　　 The skull was crushed under the iron boots.

　　

　　 In the silence, in the sound of countless flames burning, the whole Guixu was silent, as if it had fallen into dead silence.

　　

　　 The heresy and flames dissipated, the sickle of God's Fury shrank quietly, once again turned into a rod of fate, and returned to Ye Qingxuan's hands, no more mysterious.

　　

　　 Ye Qingxuan propped up the cane, raised his head, and looked around the quiet Guixu.

　　

　　 "If this is the case, is it over?"

　　

　　 He whispered softly, only feeling extremely tired.

　　

　　 "No, not yet."

　　

　　 In the light of the torture rack, footsteps sounded from afar, and the person who came took off his top hat and looked at Ye Qingxuan with a complex expression.

　　

　　 "Nabelis?"

　　

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at him and sighed softly: "Are you here to avenge these things?"

　　

　　"To be honest, even if you hacked all the dark officials to death, what does it have to do with me? I am a black musician, a black musician who is evil and cunning and has no friendship at all! Revenge is such a noble vocabulary that I have no destiny. "

　　

　　Nabelis shrugged and spread his hands: "Besides, I don't want to be an enemy of monsters like you. Ye Qingxuan, relax, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

　　

　　"Farewell?"

　　

　　 "Yes, I am leaving."

　　

　　Nabelis waved his hand: "The situation is about to change, Ye Qingxuan, none of this is as simple as you think. I got everything that I should get, and I don’t want to stay on this board anymore, so I’m on the board. After being overturned, run away quickly, after all, there is still a long body child to raise.

　　

　　Goodbye, dear friend, I hope you take care, I really hope to see you again in the future~IndoMTL.com~The chessboard was overturned? "Ye Qingxuan frowned: "What do you mean?" "

　　

　　 "You will see it soon."

　　

　　Nabelis smiled, put on his hat again, stepped back slowly, and disappeared into the shadows.

　　

　　 At that moment, Ye Qingxuan suddenly looked back.

　　

　　 See the glorious scepter rising to the sky in the Guixu.

　　

　　He was stunned.

　　

　　——Schubert!

　　

　　-

　　

　　-

　　

　　 Ten minutes ago, he returned to the ruins in turmoil.

　　

　　 Dust and black snow fell one after another from the sky.

　　

　　 Half of this city that has been turned into ruins was submerged in the fire, and half was trembling, as if it was about to sink.

　　

　　 The loud noise of the sky and the earth cracked from afar, and the rubble fell from the wall and fell to the nun’s feet.

　　

　　 The old nun didn't realize it, but she lowered her head, closed her eyes, and prayed silently, as if she had become a statue.

　　

　　 until a low voice came from behind.

　　

　　 "Sister Teresa, are you okay?"

　　

　　 The old nun opened her eyes, turned her head, saw the phantom in the red dress, was silent for a long time, and asked quietly:

　　

　　"Holy See?"

　　

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