Silent Crown Chapter 838: Trial (4)

"Father, long time no see."

Amidst the fighting and roar of the battle formation, blood and iron flies rushed into the air.

In an instant, everything seemed to be gone.

Only the knight standing in front of Ye Qingxuan was left. He took off the cumbersome laurel crown and helmet on his head, revealing mottled white hair and a face like iron and fortitude.

There is no melancholy and weakness.

"Yeah, long time no see."

Bann stared at him and looked at the child he raised: "I remember you were a kid who chased the right thing. Do you want to do the wrong thing now?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and laughed: "Probably so?"

Finally confirmed the answer.

The old priest nodded and seemed to leave, leaving only the old knight who was as firm as iron standing in front of him with cold eyes.

"Then be more careful."

Bann bent down, lowered his position, put the heavy sword on his arm, and pointed the blade with the notch and scratch at the face of the young man in the past.

"Don't expect me to be as soft as Abraham."

Behead preparations.

This is the first step in hard work.

The killing blow has since unfolded.

The biting chill suddenly spread from his body. In an instant, all the witch's hammers on the battlefield suddenly turned their heads, shocked by the terrifying will that was so heavy that it was hard to breathe, and desperately returned to help. Pounced in front of Ye Qingxuan, trying to block the front of that blade.

But they were entangled in one place by the Templars, and it was difficult to get back help.

Wa Sheng squinted his eyes, and a trace of cruelty and shadow flashed in his pupils, but Ye Qingxuan held his shoulders on him, making it inconvenient to move. He turned his head in astonishment and saw Ye Qingxuan wave his hand, interrupting the movement of the purification musicians.

Then, drew out the sword and walked to the knight ahead.

One to one.

With his shallow sword skills, he challenged the commander of the Knights Templar and the laurel knight of the Holy City.

It's ridiculous to make you want to laugh.

But when this person is Ye Qingxuan, no one can laugh.

He might win.

When this thought appeared in other people's minds, they saw that Ye Qingxuan stuck the sword in his hand on the ground, empty-handed, and walked towards the enemy ahead.

As if seeking death.

"In fact, I have thought about this situation before I came here. The Holy City can implant control for the teacher and force him to kill Shire. It doesn't make sense to be noble with me, right?"

He stared at the old man in front of him, looked at the strange wrinkles on his face, his eyes softened: "I am actually a little scared. Father, you are the person I admire. If you become a priest, My enemy, I will be scared to death.

But then, I figured it out.

If the priest becomes my enemy, then he must think I have done something wrong. "

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward, spreading his hands, and without any defense or resistance, he calmly walked towards Bann: "In this world, only you will make me doubt myself. You saved me, taught me, and made me Become who you are today.

So, if the priest thinks I have become the wrong person, come and kill me.

It's up to you to wipe out the last evil in the world, Father, I won't resist. "

He stared at the enemy's face, looked at the man's aging eyes that had not returned to the past year, and moved forward, step by step, to welcome his own death.

Until the enemy's eyes flashed a sad aftertaste.

"You have always been the kid who made me at a loss, Xiao Ye Zi."

Bann closed his eyes:

"Always."

This is the final sigh.

At that moment, the iron will lighted up from the aging eyes, dazzling, tearing away all weakness and perseverance, and almost inhuman killing intent burst out of it.

Steel roars.

The blade neighed, cutting through the air.

The iron light is forward and straight.

Everything seemed to become ethereal under the chopping of that blade, like a dream bubble.

After a long period of time, it once again brought the coldest wind and snow that winter.

The priest in black was moving forward in the illusory blizzard, tearing the cold wind, shattering the phantom that the young man had left in the past, and then turning it into burning light, galloping toward the present.

At this moment, the human will reveals that terrifying power that distorts the world.

As if to kill the old time with a single sword, all memories and grievances will be burned away, leaving no room, and no one can stop it!

The magnificent war seemed to have lost its meaning before that sword.

At that moment, everything solidified, only the step that Bann took, shook the earth and the nations, stepped through the earth of iron, making the clouds turbulent and the sky trembling.

The bending time rushed again after a moment.

One step later, Bann was already standing behind Ye Qingxuan, bowed his head, and put the sword blade in the sheath, the friction between the sword and the sheath burst into a crisp whisper.

He lowered his head, sighed heavily, and closed his eyes.

Ru Tie's determination is broken.

Exhausted.

Until now, blood has flowed from Ye Qingxuan's wound.

The crimson dripped from the side face in a meandering manner, and fell on the pure white placket, blending into the ashes and dust, and leaching a little scarlet.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand blankly, touched his right cheek, and touched the scar from his side face. The scar was quickly closing, but it was difficult to scar.

This is the trace left by that sword.

It seemed to be able to cut off time, but didn't take his own life, but left a scar of alertness.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but chuckled softly.

"Thank you, Father."

Behind him, Bann sat down tiredly on the steps.

It's like the moment of aging that has waited for decades to come, drowning him and taking away all the power. He lowered his head, remembering how the young man in the snow was like that year.

After so many years, the memory is so clear.

The child was so embarrassed, walking alone in the snow, as if abandoned by the whole world, but when he talked about ideals, his eyes sparkled.

"...Little Ye Zi, has the wish of the year come true?"

"Sorry, Father." Ye Qingxuan replied softly, "I've forgotten that kind of thing a long time ago."

Bann was stunned. After a long time, his expression became bitter:

"Is that right?"

"Well, that's it."

Ye Qingxuan nodded and walked forward.

Leave Bann sitting wearily in the ruins, closing his eyes.

A torrent of steel whizzed past him.

Just like the old days--

In the midst of fighting and turmoil, Ye Qingxuan stepped up the steps step by step and pushed open the door of the Pope’s Palace.

Amidst the vigilance of countless Templar knights, he embarked on the road and walked towards the sanctuary in front of him, as if he had entered the land of no one.

At that moment, the mighty bell rang from the top of the holy city.

The trial of the Son of God is about to begin.

This time, he was not late after all.

No matter what awaits him behind the door, he is ready.

He wants to take Charles away from here.

No matter what the price is, even if you want to be the enemy of the whole world, you will not hesitate!

At that moment, the last door burst open in front of him.

So, the viscous blood in the air rushed to his face.

The meandering scarlet flowed out from behind the heavy door, spread over his feet, flowed down the steps, crawling bit by bit, just like a dying life.

Everything seems to freeze.

Ye Qingxuan stepped stiffly, stepping on the sticky blood under his feet, and walked into the sanctuary.

But there was no sound of breathing anymore, only countless messy corpses lying on their seats.

They were originally the abandoned sons of various countries, the loyal loyalty of the church, and the surviving blood in the cardinal church.

They are ready to be killed by the furious Ye Qingxuan, and here, instead of the world, witness the verdict on the Son of God and the ending of Ye Qingxuan.

But now, before everything has started, they are already dead.

In an instant, the blood was given life, breaking free from their bodies, seeping from every pore, like a silkworm chrysalis breaking free from its cocoon.

The endless blood colors converge into a shallow river, flowing down from the seat of the stairs at a high place, and in the end, meandering towards the door.

Only a shriveled corpse was left on the seat, with traces of bulging blood vessels remaining on the skin, still maintaining the painful posture at the moment of death.

No eyeballs can be seen in the dry eyeholes, only a palpable void.

Ye Qingxuan saw the last Scarlet King at the highest point directly opposite the gate, that overlooks everything.

The old pope, with his crown, holding the scepter that once represented the supreme authority, is majestic and cold, and looks down at the judge below.

Having maintained this posture, there is no more breath.

There is no need to deliberately investigate.

He is dead.

The filamentous strains of Nibelungen can be seen faintly extending from his mouth and nose, but those strains have all withered, and there is no more life.

From that human body to the deepest part of the holy city, there is a huge root system of countless brains...

Death is here.

In an instant, from the inside out, all life was wiped out.

Only an empty body remains.

The great chill engulfed Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan was stiff in place, staring blankly at the center of the sanctuary, the prisoner surrounded by blood above the trial bench, the deformed and rickety back.

He lowered his head, as if tears were falling from his cheeks and into the blood under his feet.

The fine sound of water droplets echoed in the silence.

"...Charles?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at his back, unable to believe: "Is that you?"

He wanted to step forward, but his footsteps stopped abruptly in a pool of blood. From the embarrassed back, he felt an unspeakable breath.

It's not hideous, nor gloomy, but it feels so far away.

It seems hard to reach for a lifetime.

"I seem to have a long dream..."

He heard Charles's voice, sharp and hoarse, like a mutilated vocal cords convulsing in pain, wailing, and bursting into a human tone.

"I can't remember what I dreamed, but I can't help but feel sad."

"Later, I finally remembered."

In a whisper, he turned his head.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan saw the convulsive deformed body under Shire's prison clothes, and the side face covered in tears.

"Teacher, he is dead..."

He covered his face, choked, and cried silently.

Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips, stepped forward, trying to hug him, but it was difficult to cross this short distance. The blood separated him, stubbornly refused him to come forward, turning this short distance into a sky deep.

He was stunned.

Looking at the figure blankly, as if... finally understood something.

Ye Qingxuan finally heard his last cry.

"Later, Charles also died."

In the long silence, Scourge·The Son of God raised his eyes.

Overlooking the ugly world in front of him.

Looking at the gray-haired young man in front of him, his eyes suddenly became stunned.

"Little Leaf, are you here to kill me too?"

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he withdrew his gaze nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

He said, "Anything is fine."

In this way, in the sound of fractured joints~IndoMTL.com~ he propped up his rickety voice, allowing the deformed bones to shatter. On the shell that barely covered a layer of skin, muscles and internal organs were surging, and the broken bones healed again and returned to where they should be.

The scars peeled off, and the rotten hair broke and grew again.

The loose skin broke and reborn. The nails and shackles wedged into the skull fell off.

Everything that used to grow distorted is back on track.

After removing the ugly shell of a mortal, the perfect person who seemed to gather all the splendor of the world appeared again, but it was completely different from the past.

On the empty and chaotic ground, the face of the abyss is dark, and the spirit of God is running in the blood.

He finally descended on this world.

In this way, stepping forward, he passed Ye Qingxuan and walked out of the sanctuary like a tomb.

In front of him, on the burning square, the remaining blood suddenly rose, and a huge skeleton grew from it, followed by strands of muscles, internal organs, nerves, and finally, dark scales covered it. Above that behemoth.

The Dragon of the Last Dead opened his eyes, his fierce eyes lifted, and he screamed up to the sky.

Then, he lowered his head tamely in front of his master, allowing him to step on his head and climb onto his back. Immediately afterwards, in countless horrified eyes, opened his wings.

Shadow covers the earth.

"Charles!"

Ye Qingxuan roared, calling his former name.

The **** man on the dragon's back turned his head and cast a high and peaceful glance.

"I want to change all of this, forever."

This is the final farewell.

Immediately afterwards, the Dragon of the End shook its wings, setting off the wind and fire, flying out towards the sky.

It's just like that.

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