Silent Crown Chapter 775: Who is the monster

At first, it was the extremely small point that was difficult to observe. ?? Huo Ran? Text??????`

But then, the broken music theory flows out from the active layer, and the ether emerges from the outflow layer.

One rises, the other falls, converging in a place of nothingness, so countless broken music theories are pieced together here to outline a vague outline.

This is the seed of miracles.

Immediately afterwards, those dim alchemy matrices seemed to come alive, breaking and connecting on their own, and in an instant, layers of complex structures were reorganized from their original appearance, just like a tall building rising from the ruins.

It extracts the chaotic power from the core, and there are elements rising from it, which is the fire of the alchemist.

The seed of fuzzy miracles runs in the alchemy matrix, circulating like water, diverging, merging, burning, cooling, qualitative change, reduction in the complex changes of tens of thousands...

In an instant, after going through the four major stages of blackening, whitening, redness, and emeraldization, the black iron was turned into green gold. Among the mortal things, the essence emerged, and the illusory spirituality condensed from it.

Like the moon in a mirror, like a flower in the water.

A pair of eyes opened from the darkness, looking towards the mortal dust from the kingdom of self-death.

Along with the opening of the eyes, the chaotic and collapsed core seemed to freeze suddenly, and all the changes and turbulence of music theory stopped abruptly, stagnating in place, without any wavering.

In the pale face of the saint, an imaginary voice whispered: "As above, as below, then the beginning of all things will be won."

So, in an instant, an incredible miracle burst out from the core of the natural disaster.

In the dim and cracked crystal cube, countless scattered modules rose again, gathered into one, and revolved frantically. As if going back in time, the collapsed alchemy matrix rose up and returned to its original position. The chaotic and out-of-control music theory returned to chaos, and once again emerged a complete posture from the chaos, running from the ladder of heaven.

In the darkness of lost contact, one after another shines, lighting up the darkness and rebuilding the embryonic form of its network. The star-like light spots illuminate from the coverage of the Ethernet Network, and in response to its call, those overloaded and shutdown corroborations are connected to the network one by one, returning to the blueprint of the land of nothing.

Until the end, it is as if the world has been reopened, and everything is intact.

So, those eyes looked at the scepters of Teleman and Puccini.

"Separate the soil from the fire, extract the essence from the rough, and proceed with caution."

At that moment, the miracle that emerged from the fire dissipated and was replaced by death condensed in the water.

Compared with the huge power of the saints, the power propelled by it at this moment is almost nothing. It's so pitiful, only enough to condense a note...

Obviously they are so different from each other, but the fear of death is so real and so funny.

The illusory voice said:

"This is the power of all strength, destroying strength and pulling tenacity."

The notes condensed from the void and passed through the complicated and complex judgment movement, just like a drop of rain passing through the gap of layers of flames, miraculously falling into the core.

It's like it's been rehearsed countless times. It's not that it walks in, but Taylorman greets it. Obviously I have never seen each other before, but the tacit understanding of ‘cooperating’ is uninterrupted.

It's trembling.

The note is softly attached to the turbulent music theory, and it is uniquely combined with the interval in it, without repelling it, as if it were the same.

Followingly, with the insertion of notes, the entire interval changed abruptly. From the original smoothness, it was turned into a bloated endless loop. Between the fingers, the interval overload collapsed, and the key link of the whole music theory was interrupted, causing There is a fatal loophole in the discreet music theory...

It's like the first dominoes pushed to trigger a chain reaction of disaster.

The note appeared in the place where it shouldn’t appear, and became the first straw that crushed the camel. The rest of the work was done by Taylorman’s own power...

Collapse.

The avalanche-like collapse began.

Sweeping from the inside out, missing a nail and losing a horseshoe, followed by the loss of the war horse, the king, the war was defeated, and the empire was destroyed.

Reality is turned into a fairy tale in a fable in front of those eyes.

Precise destruction and death for the enemy with almost artistic beauty.

And after writing the beginning, those eyes no longer pay attention to how things go to the end. Just seized the last time and stared at everything around me contentedly.

"I am the three-fold Hermes, and the three-point wisdom in this world is mine."

He whispered with emotion: "This is...my last great job..."

Appearing to be smiling, his pupils slowly closed.

The illusory spirituality disappeared, and countless matrices fell apart and reintegrated into the core of the natural disaster. Without any trace, he returned to a long sleep.

"Farewell, boss..."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and murmured softly.

In just an instant, everything becomes absolutely different, and the outcome is reversed.

The intensive sound of bone fragmentation continued to sound from Taylorman's body, first the finger bones, then the arms, then the ribs of the chest cavity, and finally, the skull fractured from the inside out and fell apart.

The uncontrollable weight of music theory destroyed himself first. After the majestic crown and outer robe were removed, the essence of defective products was revealed...

It was not only Teleman who was instantly defeated. Without Teleman's share and support, the entire power of the ethernet network's operation directly acted on Puccini.

It's as if the naked body walked into the etheric engine of the battleship, and almost instantly, it was burned to ashes by the terrifying power.

Along with the collapse of the scepter, Puccini's half body collapsed instantly, as if being hit by an invisible siege hammer, shattered into mud. But he was still alive, squirming on the ground, reaching out his hand and pressing it on Telman's forehead.

Maler looked at all this blankly, and finally let out a hoarse grin.

"After all my efforts, it is still... in vain?"

He glanced at Ye Qingxuan for the last time, and the expression in his eyes became abrupt, as if he had received the answer: "Sure enough, it's a monster."

Ma Le moved forward, ignoring the sharp pain of the friction between the blade and the bone, and firmly strangled Ye Qingxuan's palm: "Follow me...return to nothingness!"

The final elegy played.

The core movement "Song of Sorrows" in the inheritance of Saint Mahler!

In an instant, music theory stretched out of his body, resonated with Taylorman and Puccini, and became one. Even the dying Verdi became part of this self-destructive cycle.

The four scepters turned into chains, which tightly bound Ye Qingxuan, pulling him towards destruction together.

This is the final link to wipe out Ye Qingxuan together with the core of the natural disaster after the ethernet net is completely destroyed. Regardless of whether the ethernet network is complete or whether Ye Qingxuan is dead, the four of them are destined to not survive from the beginning.

Leaving him to pull his wrist, Ye Qingxuan looked at his eyes indifferently.

Then, he squeezed the sword of the new covenant.

The roar of the collision between gold and iron bursts out from the sky, and the projection of the land of nothing falls from the sky, bringing infinite power, breaking through the seal of Mahler and destroying it.

The blade was pulled out from the blockade of flesh and blood, turned around, cut off Mahler's hands, and whirled lightly through the air, passing his neck.

A line of blood spread from the throat.

At that moment, whether it was flesh and blood, bones, movement, spirituality, consciousness, or the ethereal soul, all fell apart under the slash of the New Testament!

"I am not a monster."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his desperate eyes, and finally corrected: "You are."

In the next instant, flames rose from the crack, and in that instant, they turned into ashes, leaving no traces of them.

Ye Qingxuan never looked back, stepped over the lonely ashes on the ground, and walked towards the divine armor ahead.

In his hand, the blade of the New Testament passed through the void, as if it was rubbing against steel, making a sharp sound, and sparks flew. The electric light of transforming music theory illuminates above the blade, jumping, dancing in anger, illuminating his face.

Towards Odin ahead, Ye Qingxuan declared indifferently:

"Come on, as you wish, the war has arrived!"

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A loud noise came from afar, and the sea was rolling turbulently, turning over the stench of molten lead.

In the shrill siren~IndoMTL.com~ the warship was docked on the dock. The crowded dock was full of roaring and shouting sounds. The musicians stood on high places, and the sounds came and went like thunder.

"The seventh column, the seventh column will start immediately!"

"Clear a path, we still have five minutes to move things down and send them to the front line within an hour."

"Soldier, get out of the way, that's right, it's you. Right away, everyone **** hears clearly, want to jump into the sea, don't stand in front of the lifting crane!"

Accompanied by chaotic orders, the crowds on the pier were quickly led away, and quickly filled up, and one after another transport ships lined up outside the port waiting to enter the port.

Amidst the roar of the tower crane in place, the huge transport ship at the end bypassed the queue and drove into the port amidst the scolding of many captains.

Immediately afterwards, the hatches of the silo opened suddenly, one after another, steel monsters crushed the hatches and pontoons underneath, and drove onto the pier, following the cleared passage forward, vomiting The black smoke whizzed away.

The sixth batch of reinforcements came from Birmingham.

There was no time to wait for the three rounds of testing to end. After the first round of war testing ended in the dark world, the remaining 600 tanks were simply modified and sent directly to the front line in nine batches.

Half was sent to Fort Blanc, and the other half followed the Royal Fleet’s captain driving straight in, bypassing the long arc, landing on the other side of Asgard, directly using the Sicilian gathering place as a springboard, and attacking Asgard. Industrial city, destroying industrial logistics.

After six hours of fierce battle, the Anglo Army finally boarded the dock, occupied half of the city, and competed with the Asgardians for the other half.

As for the Sicilians who originally lived here, do they have any comments? Who the **** is in charge?

Who made them ally with Asgard?