Crown of Silence

Chapter 100 This is Avalon

"Quiet, quiet, no one can see you..."

Ye Qingxuan murmured in a low voice, lying on the ground with his head in his hands, and crawled forward cautiously.

Burdened with the dual effects of 'flow' and 'haze' at the same time, and having to perform precise operations, his face was almost blue from suffocation.

After running around a corner and making sure no one noticed him, Ye Qingxuan instantly collapsed to the ground.

The 'flow' and 'haze' were lifted at the same time, and the sweat seeped out from under the clothes as if there was a faucet, leaving a wet mark on the spot instantly.

On the ground, he looked at the big pumpkin he had forgotten in his arms, and threw it to the corner in confusion and annoyance:

"What on earth is going on!"

In broad daylight, the world is clear. If you go out on the street to buy a marble and buy some groceries, you will be chased and chopped down by a large group of people! Return the treasure? What a ghost treasure!

Ye Qingxuan touched all over his body, and the most valuable thing was a cowhide wallet! This wallet can be bought on the street corner for dozens of dollars... What are they trying to do? ! What are you picturing? !

After thinking for a long time, Ye Qingxuan thought that he had a headache and could only attribute it to the fact that these guys were mentally disturbed...

"It's really unlucky."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and got up from the ground. He no longer planned to buy marbles, he just wanted to return to the academy as soon as possible. Why do I encounter such strange things every time I leave the academy? !

As soon as I got up, I felt a blast of wind above my head. He immediately felt his scalp numb and rolled on the spot without thinking, when he heard a bang behind him!

The stone slabs on the ground cracked under the slashes of the flame-shaped sword.

"You really, really ran out!"

Werner, who was covered in blood, gasped, his eyes widened under his horned helmet, and he stared at Ye Qingxuan with ecstasy: "It's my luck...Hurry up and hand over the treasure!"

"Baby, you big-headed ghost!"

Ye Qingxuan flew up and kicked the pumpkin under his feet towards Werner, but saw Werner raise his flaming sword and sweep it across! The pumpkin was chopped into pieces in the air, easily.

Juice and fragments burst out, and Ye Qingxuan felt cold at the base of his neck.

The flame-shaped sword, this kind of heavy sword that requires a handle on the blade, is itself a type of heavy weapon. Most of its power to cut people is not actually the blade, but its own weight.

Only Werner, who is considered to have extraordinary strength among the Asgardians, can use it so smoothly. Once used, it is like a big windmill, slashing with sword after sword, leaving sword marks all over the ground.

Ye Qingxuan staggered back, but was closely pursued by Werner.

He was originally a short man, but now his steps were so fast that people couldn't see clearly.

This kind of swordsmanship that opens and closes is extremely focused on one's own stability. In addition to rock-solid footwork, it also needs to be matched with that kind of swift footwork.

Just look at the staggered steps of his steps, and his short body protrudes forward several feet as if translating.

The sword struck down on the head!

Ye Qingxuan jumped back decisively at the last moment, feeling the blade of the flame-shaped sword fly past his forehead and cut off two of his hairs.

Werner raised his heavy sword and smiled ferociously: "Since you are so stubborn, I will search it from your corpse!"

"What dead fish roe? It's a dead duck!"

In panic, Ye Qingxuan subconsciously retorted: "I look down on you the most, you bunch of mixed-race people, you have no culture at all!"

Warner was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and then turned into an angry purple: "You are looking for death!"

After saying that, the heavy sword struck at him for free, and the danger was everywhere.

"Hey, hey, we have something to discuss! Don't be angry, okay?!"

Ye Qingxuan was about to cry but had no tears: "How about this, I'll teach you grammar, can you let me go?"

"dream!"

Warner sneered: "Now the entire downtown gang wants your life! If you want us to let you go, then the grammar cram school you open must be big enough."

"What are you planning on?"

Ye Qingxuan was angry: "I'm the only one, you guys can't even divide me with one knife, okay?! What are the benefits of hacking me to death? I'll chop him up if you're right, okay?"

"Pretend to be stupid! The treasure that enters the Shadow of Avalon is on your body, isn't it?"

"Do you think I have some kind of treasure on me?"

"No matter what, let's kill him first! Then hide if you dare!"

Werner smiled ferociously and struck down his head with the flaming sword. Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, feeling the mania and anger he had not seen for a long time.

"You guys, what's wrong with your brains? You can't understand people! Can't you understand people?! Every day you think about killing people, killing people, killing people, won't your mother be sad if she knows! "

In anger, he intensified the 'flow' effect on his body to the maximum.

This time, he did not dodge, but instead took two steps forward, squeezing into Werner's arms while wiping the severed epee, and suddenly reached out and punched him on the only nose exposed outside the helmet!

Bang!

The fist hit the horned helmet, and Werner screamed in pain. The flame-shaped sword came out of his hand, and he couldn't help but want to cover his nose with his hand. But Ye Qingxuan would not let him have an easy time. He kicked him on the turtle shell, pushed him to the ground, and then angrily punched his nose with his fists until the bridge of his nose made a cracking sound. The sound, hands dripping with blood, stopped.

Furious, Warner ignored the wound and suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and pierced Ye Qingxuan's arm. When Ye Qingxuan saw him draw his sword, he quickly retreated, but another cut was made on his arm that had not healed from the old injury.

Since arriving in Avalon, nothing good has happened to me!

Ye Qingxuan was furious, chanting the basic syllables quickly in his mouth - chanting faster!

According to the interpretation method taught by Abraham, he directly omitted half of the syllables, but a substantial chill enveloped his hands as his palms pressed down!

This was the musical note that Edmund used to hit him last time - Frost Festival!

This hand pressed down and landed on his face, and the ether in it would completely explode, freezing his eyeballs and half of his brain into ice lumps.

But at the last moment, Ye Qingxuan hesitated, moved his palm down an inch, and pressed it on his hand.

Werner cried out in pain, his arm suddenly became numb, and he could no longer feel the existence of his palm.

"Don't move!" Ye Qingxuan clenched his fist and pointed it at his palm: "Otherwise, if I hit you with this punch, your right hand will be broken! If you don't move, go back to the church and find a hymnist, and you can heal it..."

"Hehe, I made a mistake... I was defeated by a kid who doesn't even dare to kill people."

Warner was on the ground, laughing at himself, with a hideous smile on his bloody face: "Do you think it's useful to let me go? If you spare my life, I will let you go? Don't be naive... Now everyone in the entire downtown wants your life!"

"I'm innocent!" Ye Qingxuan roared.

Warner sneered, "Can't innocent people die?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

"I've heard what you said countless times. Those who don't want to pay, those who break the rules, those whose lives are bought... They all said a lot of nice words before they died, but nice words can't help them. Where do you think this is? This is Avalon!"

Warner opened his mouth, licked his blood, and laughed loudly: "As long as that thing is still in your body, you will never be able to escape."

"You bunch of lunatics."

Ye Qingxuan punched him in the face and got up from the ground. The sound of shouting and killing in the distance had come in, and he didn't want to waste time on this psychopath.

But behind him, Warner, whose hand was frozen, looked at his back and sneered. His left hand silently pulled out a short flying knife from the boot, and the green flying knife was aimed at the back of the boy.

Poisoning is not only known to the Indians.

But at this moment, a roar came from a distance.

Werner was stunned, and then he felt the sky and the earth darken, and the wall next to him suddenly collapsed. He didn't have time to scream, and was buried by the collapsed wall.

The loud noise startled Ye Qingxuan. He looked back and saw only a blood-red. There was also a blood-red monster...

Just behind the collapsed wall, the whole road was covered with broken corpses.

There were countless broken hands and legs.

Just above the collapsed bricks, there was a violent figure dyed red with blood - the bloody butcher!

He seemed to follow the breath of the boy, and he set off a pure massacre along the way, dyeing the road red.

Until now, there were still a few pieces of broken sewers hanging on his blood-soaked apron.

In his right hand was a bone saw, and now the saw was full of gaps... Ye Qingxuan didn't want to know what those gaps were left by sawing. And in his left hand, there was a complete head.

It was like it was pulled out of someone's body at random, with half of the spine on it.

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In the silence, he casually threw his head to the ground, making a hoarse roar!

Then, a faint chanting sound suddenly rang out in the air, like a weird ghost screaming. In his bare arms, the high arched muscles beat like a heart, and faint notes lit up.

Those notes flickered, attracting a large amount of ether to gather, drilling into his body from his limbs, turning him into a pure monster!

So, the heart became the sound of drums, the sound of blood flowing became chanting, the screams in the void became the beat, and the sound of breathing also gathered in the chorus of the limbs and bones, turning into a crazy chorus:

"God, please give me mercy, I kneel in the river of the soul, trying to wash away the filth!

God, please give me salvation, the curse has submerged my waist, can you hear my plea?

God, please give me grace, the blood has flooded my neck, I wail for liberation..."

Countless blood surged, turning into vaguely hideous faces, responding to the singing, and cheering like a child: "La la la! La la la! La la la la!

Praise that god, please take me back to heaven!!"

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"What kind of monster is this!"

Ye Qingxuan murmured, staggering back in disbelief, feeling a chill.

-This guy actually turned himself into alchemical equipment and tattooed a whole music score on his body!

Only a body that is so strong that it is inhuman can bear the consumption of a piece of music with its flesh. The transformation of the ghost mother with a large number of artificial organs implanted in her body is simply not comparable to him.

Now, the ether is flowing in his blood, turning into a kind of power that is more violent than blood and hotter than fire, making him transform from a human body into such a tragic appearance.

He is not a demon, but that kind of crazy killing intent makes him become more terrifying and purer than a demon... a killing machine!

In this crazy and cruel song, the butcher raised his head, and through the mask, his blood-red eyes stared at the boy.

The bone saw was raised high.

It's hunting time, have you prayed?

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I recommend the song engraved on the butcher: "Bartholomew", please use it as BGM, it's super cool.