Silent Crown Chapter 773: Witness

Ye Qingxuan searched all the information in his mind, but never saw the names of these four people.

There were four more saints inexplicably, which made Ye Qingxuan feel uneasy. When will it be easier to make saints than to have children?

It's even more disturbing for him, on the Golden Palace, whether Charles can withstand it.

Actually, until now, Anglo and Caucasus have never formed an alliance, and the tacit cooperation between the two is due to his and Shire's familiarity with each other.

He is eager for Caucasus and Gaius to die early.

But he never wanted Shire's life to be included in the price.

Fortunately, a guy who is as slippery as Shire will definitely take the lead and run away if he can't beat him, so he won't stay and desperately——

The sky shattered.

The iron dome falls apart.

The divine light of Eden radiates the entire Golden Palace.

The steel palace was burned to crimson under the flames of the scorching sun. Compared with the sky that seemed to have fallen into a foreign land, the earth was so far away, and so small, and fragile like a thin egg shell.

Countless dust is on the earth looking up at the sky, praying for the end of the disaster.

The light that can be called relief is still shining in the sky, and the power of God's punishment runs in it, all of which are shrouded in the realm of Eden.

The sky and sea full of light are so gorgeous, but even a drop of it will destroy the whole earth.

The world wailes, hanging on a fragile wire, with nowhere to hide.

The desperate pupils stared at the sky, praying that it would be over soon.

Or, the end will come soon.

And the war... the war continues.

Yes, it's war.

To face the entire Asgard and the war against the entire holy city alone.

No, is it really a human being to be able to be so incredible?

All those who are watching this war have the same confusion from their hearts. This is really the power that human bones can support, human muscles can push, and human will can control it?

Or is it... a god?

The crown of light blessed down from Eden, between the wings of light and shadow, the Charles stood high above the sky, reaching out to deal with the earth, water, fire, wind, curses or illusions from all directions, standing still.

With a soft sigh, Saint Liszt closed his eyes, and the force bound by the human body burst out.

"May my sacrifice be worthwhile..."

At that moment, the ultimate element of change, the fruit of destruction constructed by mankind for hundreds of years, emerged and moved like a great axe, smashing all matter into pieces.

In the chaos of the elements that are difficult to observe, a shadow of glow emerges.

Ascend from the mortal, promote the realm of God.

This is the last "Matepa".

The annihilation black hole revolves like stars from it, continuously bombarding Shire's body.

The Cavern of Annihilation, enough to turn an entire city into nothingness, fell into the hands of Shire, and shattered like a phantom, one after another.

The terrifying impact that swept in all directions had not had time to erupt, and was tightly restrained by the projection of Eden. Despite countless fierce fires running like a torrent, it was still unable to break through the boundaries.

"Chopin, when are you going to stand by?"

Mendelssohn glared at his frustrated companion, but all he could see was a bitter smile.

"Actually, from the beginning until now, I have been trying to break his mental defense."

Chopin smiled miserably, and the bloodshot eyes of the backlash penetrated from the facial features: "But I didn't realize until just now that he had no defense at all, and all my erosion was swallowed by him..."

It's not that it is impossible to break, but that there is no response at all.

It was as if I was suggesting a piece of iron stone. There was no consciousness in the enemy's body, only a sea of ​​light that was so deep that he was almost drowned and suffocated.

Is this really human will?

Just like when faced with the terrifying silhouette of a hundred eyes, all you can see is the bottomless darkness and inhuman emptiness. Will such a monster possess a personality like a mote?

"Sorry." Chopin responded hoarsely, "I can do nothing."

The piercing sound of the scepter cracking sounded from his body, making Mendelssohn sluggish.

In an instant, Matepa's light went out.

The burnt-out Liszt fell from the clouds, and the ashes melted into the endless light.

Along with his sacrifice, the projection of the sacred cauldron has not dissipated, but stared more and more. The blood in the cauldron is rippling, and a brand new element rises from it.

Above the sky, stars are falling...

In the whistling one after another, the light from the holy city finally descended on the land of Asgard. In just ten minutes, the first batch of increase in the holy city had arrived.

Obviously it is the hope of victory, but it makes all those who follow the war shudder.

Six saints!

Six saints again!

Egor, Gluck, Rossini...

Those unfamiliar holy names emerged from the elements, and then, the holy artifacts that were forced to seal the holy city by the Third Amendment Act of the nations appeared from their hands.

Among them, there are many artifacts that are comparable to the gates of heaven, and there are even three newly-forged weapons...

It was a weapon forged after violating the right way, not to promote the glory and justice of God, but to destroy, to kill, and to exterminate something.

Just existence makes the world turbulent.

The cold edge illuminates the musicians behind Paganini, causing them to have a fear of splitting their hearts and souls. If they are careless, they will be completely dissolved...

Yes, dissolve.

Dissolved in the light of judgment, purified like mud.

At the moment of appearance, the saints shot at the same time, without the slightest hesitation, and no mercy for the common people, even if the entire Golden Palace was involved in it!

Only an instant, he suppressed the Shire in the core of Eden, almost completely severing the realm of Eden. The rest fluctuated, and the light of destruction sealed in Eden spilled out like a torrential rain, toward all directions.

Charle's expression changed.

Ignoring the sacred object from the chopping, he forcibly expanded the projection of Eden, as if he was pulling a wagon out of control, blocking the dust.

He was finally injured.

Under the sword.

A tragic wound appeared on the arm, but the wound rolled up, but no blood leaked out, as if there was no blood in that body for a long time.

He dodges the siege of the saints in embarrassment, watching them do everything they can to destroy themselves.

"Do you want to destroy Asgard!"

He gritted his teeth and looked at his enemies, but the saints didn't speak, they just attacked, without reservation.

I don't care about my own life, and don't care about anyone. It was almost as if the jade and stone were burned, the false **** before him was to be completely destroyed.

"Really? I understand..."

Charles finally came to a sudden, his expression became cold, "Then, it doesn't matter if I kill it, right?"

At that moment, Mendelssohn, who was hit hard last, was cold all over.

"Why is the Holy See still reluctant to take action when it has reached the present level?" He murmured hesitantly, "If there is "Destiny"..."

Yes, if there is a chapter in "Destiny", even a false **** would not be a problem, right?

Chopin glanced at him and asked, "What if Destiny can't kill him?"

Mendelsson was silent.

Don't dare to think again...

As the last resort of the Holy City, if "Destiny" can't kill him... Then what should they do? -

Not everyone has the courage to face this war beyond the imagination of mortals.

When the first increase in the holy city arrived, the scepter musicians behind Paganini were already pale.

"We, don't we retreat yet..."

Someone plucked up the courage to ask: "Stay here will only hinder Lord Shire from performing, right?"

Paganini didn't look back, just stared at the battlefield intensively.

"No, we must stay."

He didn't have the slightest intention, "It makes sense for us to stay."

"Do you want us to applaud the Son of God?" Someone shook his head bitterly: "Besides this, what use is there for us to stay here?"

"Witness."

Paganini whispered and stared at the battlefield enthusiastically, "You only need to witness it."

Must stay.

It must be witnessed.

Witness the result of this battle...

Are humans conquering the gods, or the gods destroying mankind?

Whether it wins or loses... What is waiting for mankind is not a happy ending~IndoMTL.com~ If gods destroy mankind, what is the meaning of human struggle for thousands of years? If mankind defeats the gods, then what are the prayers and piety of countless years for?

So, what will be the result?

Paganini is waiting feverishly——

An earth-shattering wave came from the direction of the Golden Palace.

Ye Qingxuan can look up to the blazing glow that rises in the distance, but he has no time to investigate carefully.

As early as the moment the divine armor appeared, he had been entangled by the four saints, hurriedly coping with the siege, too late to support Mary's incarnation of natural disasters.

Leviathan vs. Odin.

In the battle between the Lord of the Sea and the King of Thunder, Ye Qingxuan had no space to intervene.

He must concentrate on dealing with the four saints in front of him. If he does not rely on the etheric net to overwhelm others, if he is not careful, he may be completely defeated.

The four saints seem to be good at teaming up for a long time. There is no gap between each other's movements. One assists, the other restrains, the other attacks, and the other one did not make a move from beginning to end, silently looking for each of Ye Qingxuan’s There was a gap in his hand that made him shudder.

Ye Qingxuan did not expect the four saints to have the face to besiege him alone, and at the same time...their power seems to be much weaker than what he expected?

The pressure of the four people working together is just a lot more than Wagner, but not too much.

This makes him almost puzzled. If there were four people of Wagner's level here, he would have been unable to hold back and want to escape.

Although it had been expected that such unconventional saints would have certain weaknesses, he did not expect that their weaknesses would be so obvious.

So, what is the holy city thinking?