Silent Crown Chapter 837: Trial (3)
At that moment, Albert turned his head in astonishment.
On the rainstorm-covered street, he dullly listened to the loud noise coming from afar, the sky was torn apart, and the hot wind stirred the rain and splashed it on his body.
His face is pale.
He saw that the white waterfall broke free of gravity and rose towards the sky.
That is the ocean that evaporates in the high temperature comparable to the scorching sun. The thick and hot boiling water vapor rides in the Foehn wind, stacked on top of each other, like high towers, extending toward the sky layer by layer.
In the end, it broke from the middle and collapsed towards the holy city.
The water vapor dissipated in the hurricane and heavy rain.
Immediately afterwards, a little orange light appeared on the towering city walls. The pitch black color first turned orange, and then turned to crimson.
The redness spread in the rainstorm, the iron wall was burned red, and the hot molten steel sprang out in the rainstorm.
The scorching iron stream flows down from the city wall, running on the earth, like tears under the ravages.
In the end, there was a tearing roar that was earth-shaking.
The iron wall tens of feet thick was penetrated, and under the bombardment of endless movement, all barriers and barriers were torn apart like thin paper.
The red-hot iron wall fell apart and collapsed toward the ground.
The terrifying heat flow gushes out from the gap, like a sharp blade, piercing the hinterland of the holy city.
Along the Avenue of the Prophet, the torrent flows forward, stalking across the sacred square, rushing on the street, cruelly evaporating everything involved, leaving a spreading flame.
The sound of collapse is endless.
In the terrifying hurricane, the feverish temperature spread and almost scorched Albert's hair.
In the distance, the Zhongcheng wishing memorial area was lit and wailed in the fire.
A stern tangent line stretched straight forward, followed by the red iron oar, fighting the heavy rain, quickly evaporating water vapor, drying up and condensing, emitting a pungent stench.
The melted green gold dotted the high-temperature jet-black surface, like the texture of ore, twists and turns to the sky with a twisted smiling face.
Then was crushed by the sole of one foot.
Ye Qingxuan stepped across the gap and stood on the ground of the holy city, looking up at the city in flames.
Wail came from afar.
Appreciating the grand destruction, he took off his gloves and threw them on the ground. The heavy coat floated in the wind, hunting.
"Isn't this great?"
He was bathed in the warm wind and squinted: "At least it's warmer."
Behind him, a huge shadow slowly rises, and the nomadic mountain rises above the sky, casting a ferocious silhouette toward the burning city.
The endless shelling continues.
On the sea surface along the coast, the royal fleet formed by Longwei still spit out poisonous fire towards the sky. The stars rose one after another, and after tracing a long arc, they crossed the city wall, fell into the city, and set off. The roar one after another.
After the tragic fight, the bloodless armored knights fell from the sky and gathered behind him.
At the end, a wheelchair stood beside him, and the man in the wheelchair looked up at him:
"Continue?"
"Continue--"
Ye Qingxuan nodded calmly, staring at the tall tower in the distance: "Isn't there so many enemies that haven't been defeated?"
"What about ordinary residents?"
"If you don't get in the way, just go wherever they go."
"Where are the rebels?"
"Don't ask such stupid questions."
Watson smiled, and narrowed his eyes when he knocked on the armrest of the wheelchair: "So, what about the surrender?"
Ye Qingxuan didn't speak, but just glanced at him.
This is the answer.
Watson waved his hand contentedly and gave the final order:
"——Purification!"
So the distant fleet blew the horn.
In the sky, steel creations fell like a torrential rain, smashed to the ground, wedged in the steel, and stood in flames.
Rulin's fire frame stands above the holy city.
Hundreds of years later, the light of cruelty returned with the Inquisition, shrouded the city, and burned everything...
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In the Central Resurrection Cathedral, the desperate Albert opened the door and stumbled in.
Staring at the figure from behind, panting tiredly.
In the silent hall, there are only old people who bow their heads in prayer.
"Is it worth it, Holy See?"
Albert's voice is hoarse.
The red king's eyes are drooping, and his expression is still calm: "What is a pity to take away a monster with something destined to lose value?"
The fall of the cult is doomed at the moment of defeat, and it cannot be changed. No matter who it is, it will not allow the huge organization that once dominated the entire world to be resurrected again.
What awaits the Order is cruel division, relentless liquidation and unreserved suppression, until all its residual value is squeezed out, and it is swept into the dust of history and becomes a history book. A thin page.
There is nothing wrong with this.
At least there is nothing wrong with the last Red King.
There is life, there is death. The destruction of the Order was already doomed on the day the Order was founded, and it was sooner or later.
Even the gods cannot live forever, let alone the obsessions left over thousands of years ago?
The old era is destined to pass.
If you can complete the final mission with this dying body, then you can die well in the end.
If you can no longer protect the world, then at least the hidden dangers in the future must be eradicated.
——For the great future of mankind.
So the deity-believers sect killed the gods who descended in this world.
Then, use your remaining value to lay down the final trap.
As Hermes prophesied—the old **** will die.
Three pillars of god, three wise men, four living creatures, eight phenomena...
All the natural disasters have dissipated.
——And when the "God's Scourge Shire" was destroyed, what remained was only the "Human Scourge·Ye Qingxuan".
This is the deepest fear that nations face today.
If he chooses to be on the throne of God, who can stop him?
When the value of all things is determined by Ye Qingxuan, if this overwhelming power goes out of control, what dark future will mankind usher in?
Did everyone try their best to destroy a **** to welcome a new **** to dominate everything?
Then there is only one result left.
Destroy him.
It's like destroying the Shire.
This is the tacit judgment of the nations.
It’s no big deal for the Holy City to bury it. If you can complete your mission, it’s no pity to drag this decadent and bloated order to pieces.
As long as it can destroy all the monsters in the world.
Just usher in a new era.
Amidst the burning and wailing, the bell of the central church rang.
The trial against the Son of God is about to begin, and the final judge is about to enter.
"Let's go, Albert."
The Scarlet King got up, turned and walked towards the venue: "This is the final battle."
But Albert still stood there.
Trembling.
I don’t know if it’s because of fear or...anger!
"This is not a battle at all, Holy See!"
He gritted his teeth, tried his best, and made a hoarse voice: "This is just a despicable murder."
The Scarlet King stopped and looked back, his eyes calm and calm.
"Isn't the real battle always like this? It's not magnificent or brilliant, or even tragic, it's just fighting.
Because you have to do the right thing, and you have to do it over and over again.
Even if it becomes fragmented and buried in the wilderness in the future..."
"The right thing?"
Albert laughed feebly, "This is what you want? Okay, I'm not doing it. At least I can choose not to be right."
The Scarlet King retracted his gaze, did not hold back, but turned and left.
Going to a dead end arbitrarily.
Leave only Albert standing in despair, looking at his back, and shouting with all his strength: "Until before he died! Wagner believes that you can save the world again! How can you let him down! "
"No, I won't."
This is the final answer.
The Scarlet King opened the door and walked into the lobby of the trial.
The door is closed.
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The sound of fighting echoed in the burning city.
The iron currents gathered by the armored knights rushed on the ground, scattered, and rushed towards the four directions. Wherever they passed, all buildings were destroyed, all resisters were killed, all surrenders were set ablaze, and the sight Everything involved is crushed to pieces.
Wearing blood-red robes, the witch's hammers held the same holy emblem high, carrying fire and judgment, giving all heretics destruction and judgment.
Clear all sins.
Purify all filth.
Destroy all heresy.
Even if the enemy is the cult, it doesn't hesitate.
The last group of Witch's Hammers gathered around Ye Qingxuanshen, following the purification musicians who were given master-level authority, and marching straight toward the Central Sanctuary.
Perforate all defenses and resistances.
Stepping forward on blood and fire.
Until the end, came to the holy Destiny Square.
The stone inscribed with the movement of fate has shattered in the fire, collapsed, and turned into a meaningless ruin.
At the end of the square, the Templars guarding the front of the Papal Palace drew their swords.
Amid the neigh of the whalefall, reinforcements finally came from outside the holy city.
Like a star pendant, the knights created by green gold fell in front of Ye Qingxuan, pulled out the power halberd, and aimed at his face.
Seventy-one gospel armors hung in the air, with a fiery halo on their heads ~ IndoMTL.com ~ holding heavy guns and huge shields, faintly forming an array.
"Quick battle, don't waste time."
Ye Qingxuan waved tiredly and looked at the towering palace in the Pope's Palace: "I still have a trial meeting to attend. Don't let me be late."
So, the witch hammers drew their swords, stepped forward, and attacked the Templar knights.
The two sharp swords forged by the holy city finally collided in one place, sparks and roars burst out-the war finally reached its climax.
The colors of blood red and green gold blended with each other once, and when they collided with each other, they burst out with a roar of gold and iron, swaying pure power and destruction.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, the crowned knight in the center of the Templar finally drew out the sword.
Cut forward!
Like a dragon roar.
In the roar of the air being cut apart, the blade that was blessed on the day of God's Wrath was cut off, and the armor and the knight in it were cut into two neatly.
The power of horror erupted in an instant, forming a hurricane, whizzing forward, raising Ye Qingxuan's hair.
It stung his eyes.
The crown knight moves forward, walking on blood.
It's just an ordinary armor, but in his hands it exerts a power that surpasses the gospel armor. No matter what enemy is in front of him, it is cut into two pieces with a sharp sword.
Until the end, he broke through the defense of the Witch's Hammer and stood in front of Ye Qingxuan, facing the fire and thunder swayed by the purification musicians.
Across dozens of meters, Ye Qingxuan could see the cracks remaining on his helmet.
The old armor still retains its previous feats and brilliance. It is now covered in blood, and it is as hideous as a ghost, choosing someone to eat it.
Ye Qingxuan looked at him for a long time, making a hoarse voice:
"Father, long time no see." Chapter List of The Crown of Silence