Silent Crown Chapter 761: Pity

What's even more frightening is that Watson's scepter has extraordinary permeability, just like an old priest teaching the holy scriptures, unconsciously being subdued, changing oneself, and offering faith.

There was a fine electric light coming out of Ye Qingxuan's body, as if an invisible protective net was set off, and there was a crackling noise.

He actually felt Watson's music theory infecting himself...

It's like the power of natural disasters is polluting others.

"Doesn’t it look scary?"

Watson smiled happily and poured the remaining wine into the sea: "Thanks to the blessing of the referee, I have made up the music theory of the sacred cauldron and made the scepter.

Although it can make oneself and others freely transform between the two sides, after all, it is only a petty theory that can not change people, nor can people really get redemption.

Therefore, I call it ‘External Classics’. "

Apocrypha is not going into the right way.

Not the book of the abyss, nor the holy scripture, but wandering between the two.

It looks good, but it is radical.

Even if you can follow your own heart, it will be difficult to achieve completion after all.

Obviously, one step forward is sublimation, and one step backward is depravity, but it just stops in the middle.

This is the madman whose scepter of Watson is written in the name of the sage, the apocalypse of hidden malice and poison, hypocrisy and empty salvation.

As long as Watson is willing, he can easily convert black and white, degenerate the musicians of the order, and make the black musicians receive the holy grace.

But like he said, music theory cannot change people.

It is people who make music theory.

"You guy..."

Ye Qingxuan has a headache.

Watson's scepter is like Watson himself.

It seems mild and sacred on the surface, but in fact it contains evil intentions.

It's like a deceptive cult. Once he is subdued and gives up his own path, and wants to borrow his power and rely on his ability, he will gradually be changed by him and under his control. , Indulging in the salvation of the surface, dare not face the real self, until the end, become his puppet.

To say that he didn't do anything when he helped the island musicians get rid of the ills, the ghosts didn't believe it.

He sighed, "Look back to Stone to make a faculty position, you go to Westminster Abbey to get a position."

"Do you want me to be the next Archbishop of Westminster Abbey?" Watson understood what he meant and laughed strangely: "Do you really trust me to be a priest?"

"No, don't worry at all. But as you said, music theory cannot change people, but people make music theory."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head, after a long period of thought, he suddenly asked:

"And, are you interested in being a Protestant pope?"

Watson was stunned.

After a long time, I laughed out loud--

Ten hours ago.

Beyond Anglo, above the barren northern waters.

After a short period of war, only a piece of the sea has completely turned into an inhuman foreign land, and the dark green sea water is full of stench.

The wisps of mist linger in the air like cotton wool, and the venomous poison remaining in the cup of virtue lingers.

In the weird silence, the old musician stopped above the tide.

He is holding a wooden staff taller than him, leaning on his body, a little hunchback, and wearing a black robe, looking around this deadly deserted sea with a low voice.

"How long are you going to watch?"

He stared at the non-existent air with a cold expression, as if he had seen Anubis hiding in the void.

Bitter laughter sounded, and the musician transformed into the **** of wolf head walked out of the void and bowed his head to the old man in front of him: "Meeting again, Teacher Bach."

Bach looked at him for a long time.

"It seems you are doing well, Gaius treats you very well."

Wolf flute nodded, "It should be."

"The Holy City treats you not badly."

Wolf flute touched his proboscis, grinned, showing two rows of white teeth: "No way, I am a child raised by a wolf, I am like a white-eyed wolf when I am ungrateful."

Bach is indifferent, "Wolf flute, you have a human name."

"Isn't all this the result of the teacher giving me a name?"

Wolf flute replied, "As you once said, as long as people work hard, making mistakes is always inevitable. Sometimes I really think, if I had been living like a wolf, then I would die, maybe Will be happier than now."

Bach listened, but was unmoved, "Why use the pretext of beasts to deceive yourself when you make a decision in a human face?"

"The teacher is right."

The wolf flute lowered his head.

"Then, since I dared to use the projection to appear in front of me, are you ready to go to war with me?" Bach stared at him, and the wooden staff in his hand lifted and fell.

Crash!

The wooden stick hit the sea like a whipping iron. There was no splash of water, but the huge ocean shook slightly.

The projection of the wolf flute vibrated violently, and Anubis's skin cracked, revealing the scars inside.

But soon, the shock stopped.

In front of a pair of barefoot.

Bach turned his head, looked behind him, and saw the young man, his expression became suddenly, "You should be the Charles of the Caucasus."

"Meeting for the first time, Lord Bach."

The young man nodded and saluted, with a respectful look.

Bach looked at him, "You are sure to beat me?"

"Although I can't beat it, can you give me some face, don't go to Anglo, stay and chat?" Charles grinned, "The first time you meet, it's not good to fight and kill."

Bach shook his head indifferently.

The piercing and sharp noise suddenly burst out. It was a melody with countless movements overlapping in one place. In an instant, it seemed to resonate between the sea and the sky.

The entire northern waters was closed in an instant, and the world was turbulent under Bach's will, catering to his beat. The will of the Blue King runs between the heavens and the earth, controls the elements from the etheric realm, and takes over all control.

It was as if the sky collapsed and the ocean turbulence rose.

Haitian is here to close.

Crash!

The sharp voice stopped abruptly.

Charle stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void, as if holding down the turbulent sea and sky, forcibly eliminating the shock and breaking the noise.

It was as if it had withstood a galloping wheel. The skin on the palm shattered, the unhealed wound was torn again, and the wound on the tail finger leaked blood again.

The blood flowed out, fell in the sea, and infested it.

It was just a drop of blood, but it dissipated the disaster lingering over the entire sea area.

In an instant, the sky was clear, and the fresh wind was blowing from afar, almost miraculously magnificent.

Bach didn't do any more, but silently looked at his mutilated tail finger, frowning, seemingly confused.

Charle's face was flushed red, and he barely managed to squeeze a smile: "Mr. Bach, when my junior went to school, I used your letter of recommendation. Everyone is always in love... why should this be?"

Bach did not speak, but stared at him silently.

Looking at him walking barefoot on the sea, without using any movement, the sea lifted him up like a miracle.

In a brief silence, Bach seemed to understand something, and suddenly asked:

"Charles, do you really consider yourself to be the Son of God?"

Charles froze for a moment, and his smile became awkward: "I also think I don't look like it, I'm so embarrassed, if God really has a child like me, it would be a crime."

"Did your finger hurt?" Bach asked.

Charle looked at the palm of his hand, put away his tail finger, and smiled: "There is a problem, only a small injury."

"Really?"

Bach said coldly, "You are consuming yourself. You should know that I don't know what you got in exchange for it. Such a sacrifice is not normal for you and for the Caucasus."

Charle was silent for a moment and replied: "There is always someone to solve the urgent need."

"People's affairs should be solved by people, and people should bear the consequences, not by you."

Bach’s tone was not euphemistic and straightforward: "Charles, no matter how much you sacrifice, it will only make them understand that you should be clear about the nature of yourself for the huge gap between you.

Don’t do superfluous things, the more you do, the more mistakes you make.

Now, get out of here, don't block my way.

If I want me to be merciful to you, then this is the last forgiveness. "

"Mr. Bach, have you heard someone crying?"

Charle asked suddenly.

Bach did not speak.

"Have you seen people suffering?"

Charles asked in a low voice: "Those homeless people wandering in the wilderness, eating weeds, living like dogs, crawling on the ground, looking up at anyone who comes to them, hoping they can Save yourself.

Can you turn around and leave?

Have you ever been eager for help from others?

Like me, I look forward to someone coming to save me and help me, even if it’s just to be my friend, to tell me personally, I have not been abandoned by this world, and it’s not meaningless to live in this world..."

"I used to be such a person, now I am not so I will not give up, if I can do it, I will do it, if someone asks for help, I will save him.

I don’t want anyone to sacrifice for me anymore, I want to make a place for them to live. "

Charles stared at the silent Bach, his pleasing smile disappeared, with a serious expression: "Mr. Bach, I don't want to be an enemy of you, and I don't want to leave here~IndoMTL.com~ But if you want to keep going, Then you are my enemy."

The huge wings of light slowly spread from behind him, covering the sea and the sky, casting a bright radiance.

Behind him, the heavenly kingdom named Eden slowly emerged, reflecting the young man who was like a god, as well as the strongest musician.

Bach closed his eyes.

For a long time, sigh softly.

"Do you know why the kings of the blue will leave the human world, Shire? Not only to open up the human land, nor to prevent natural disasters in the dark world..."

"Because humans do not need gods."

Towards the young man in front of him, Bach raised the wooden staff in his hand, and there was no more compassion in his silent eyes, but full of thunder.

"Now, there is no need to talk nonsense, let'your enemy' learn about your abilities."