Crown of Silence

Chapter 517 Who can take care of things?

"We can open the side door."

A hoarse voice sounded: "Let them go through the quarantine channel. We have a safety valve and a vacuum chamber. If they are genuine, there will be no push and pull. We can also take the opportunity to inspect."

"No!"

Rembrandt suddenly turned around and saw the chief engineer who spoke, and his expression suddenly became furious: "Don't you understand the situation clearly yet?! If you opened the door rashly and caused a situation in the Central Temple, what crime should you be responsible for!"

"Thanks for the reminder."

The old engineer sneered, "I just remembered that in order not to put all the eggs in one basket, the Cardinal will give me the security authority of the Central Temple. You can mobilize the Holy City barrier, but unfortunately, the Central Temple The facility is activated, all it takes is my order.”

Rembrandt's eyes widened, "Rubens, how dare you!"

"Didn't you hear my order?"

Rubens stared at the operating musician: "——Open the door!"

The musician looked hesitantly at Rubens and Rembrandt, his eyes lingering between them. Rembrandt scolded him and ordered him to take his hands off the keys of the organ.

The operating musician was silent for a long time and put down his hand.

In the silence, only the voice asking for entry sounded over and over again.

Rembrandt breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Rubens, and sneered: "You disobeyed your superiors and ignored the safety of the Central Temple. Rubens, think carefully about how you will be responsible to the Cardinal Council."

"I'm just doing my job."

Rubens responded coldly. He glanced at the operating musician, his eyes becoming extremely disappointed.

The operating musician looked away, not daring to look into his eyes.

"Now you don't have to do your duty."

Rembrandt walked up to him, stretched out his hand, pulled off the identity badge on his robe, and threw it on the ground: "You are suspended, Mr. Rubens, go away and wait for the Cardinal Council's questioning afterwards!"

Rubens sneered, picked up his robe, turned and left the hall.

When passing by the operating musician, he paused and took a deep look at the young man: "Hal, I am very disappointed in you.

It's not because you didn't carry out my order, but because it's only been two days since Rembrandt came, and you have already abandoned the principles that your father has adhered to all his life.

——He and I both misjudged the person. "

He turned around and left, but the moment he was about to step out of the temple, he heard a low note suddenly sounding behind him.

Rembrandt was stunned and looked back blankly. When he saw the musician with his fingers pressed on the keys, his expression became distorted.

"You bitch...how dare you...how dare you!!!"

The operating musician smiled with relief, reached out, took off the badge on his chest, and threw it at Rembrandt's feet:

"I'm sorry, I quit."

Rembrandt's expression twitched as he was about to say something.

The door opened with a bang.

The first thing I saw was the blood vine coming in.

The tragic blood-red flowed into the hall amidst the heavy footsteps.

Even after passing through the closed safety valve and vacuum chamber, separated by two doors, so much blood still flowed in, and the pungent fishy smell seemed to have taken shape, making everyone's face turn pale.

Amidst the heavy footsteps of steel friction, the Templar knights carrying incomplete swords walked in. The armor on their bodies was incomplete, and the leading knight in gospel armor was even more miserable beyond recognition.

Traces of twisting and tearing can be seen everywhere on the alloy armor. In the small cracks, the broken ether pipe spurts out steam. After passing the blood on the surface, it turns red and is dense in the air.

Some people took off their cracked visors and helmets, and their hair was soaked in thick blood, which solidified under the action of body temperature and became hardened in the same place.

After fighting along the way, there were still twenty-seven of them left.

Twenty-seven people now seemed to have crawled out of hell.

No one dared to doubt whether they were Templars anymore.

Except for the two people in the center who are protected in the core.

A young priest who has become completely numb and now suspects that he is dreaming.

There was also a young man in a long robe.

The robe was dyed crimson by the blood of the demon, and was covered in pitch black by the ashes of the torture rack. Red and black intertwined into the colors of death on his clothes. The original colors were no longer visible, and it just made people feel suffocating.

But what's even more attractive is the long white hair with a hint of metallic color on his head.

And under the long hair, the pupils slowly opened.

I couldn't tell what kind of look it was, it was like a sandstorm blowing over the ruins, the cliffs covered with flying snow, and the lava hidden in the darkness.

It was like a dark whirlpool, hiding the entrance to some dangerous place.

"Big, bold!"

In the silence, a voice suppressed the uneasiness: "Who gave you the right to break into the central church without permission!"

Rembrandt took over and recognized Vasco's military rank, his expression becoming more and more contemptuous: "Eagle bearer? A squad leader? There is no order, no recruitment, and no permission. Do you dare to step into the central temple?"

"us……"

He did not expect to encounter such a situation. Vasco was silent for a moment and replied solemnly: "We just came to rescue."

"support?"

Rembrandt sneered: "Who gave you the order to support us here? There is a limit to overestimating your own abilities!"

Quentin's expression was gloomy. A huge crack was cut on his face by the sword of the corpse knight. The crack was like a baby's mouth opening and twitching, extremely hideous. If it weren't for Ye Qingxuan, he would probably have been transformed into a demon.

"Sir, we are just..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan put his hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop.

It was not until this time that Rembrandt noticed the young man who was intentionally or unintentionally ignored. The man stepped forward and stood in front of him, looking down at him.

And his face was so familiar.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

He seemed to be reading Rembrandt's thoughts and narrowed his eyes: "Holy City One Heart Monks? Ludovik... What benefits did they give you?"

"Who are you?"

Rembrandt felt like he was stripped naked in the snow. But immediately, a flash of lightning split through his brain, making him suddenly realize and scream:

"Ye, Ye Qingxuan?!"

"Bold!" He roared at the Knights Templar: "You rebels! Who gave you the courage to come here... Quickly, quickly take him down!"

Puff.

A crisp sound rang out.

The spring water rushed.

It was a spring of blood.

As everyone stretched out in a daze, Ye Qingxuan passed by him, and the moonlight on his fingertips flashed. Then, Rembrandt's head slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground.

After rolling on the ground twice, the roaring look seemed to become more pleasing to the eye.

There was a dead silence.

Vasco was the first to react, staring at Ye Qingxuan in a daze, swallowing his saliva.

Until now, the body gushing with blood fell to the ground, and the blood stained the bishop's robe red. A cardinal died in Ye Qingxuan's hands in this short moment.

He began to doubt whether it was a mistake for him to escort Ye Qingxuan here.

"No time for nonsense."

Ye Qingxuan looked at the rest of the people indifferently: "Who can be in charge?"

The crowd was silent.

What can be said?

What else can be said?

Who can be in charge? The guy you just killed is the one in charge! What do you want to do? Isn't it enough to kill one!

After a long time, Rubens stood up.

"I can, I am the chief engineer here, the person in charge of the mechanical structure of the barrier."

Rubens said to Ye Qingxuan: "I don't care what you want to do here, what your purpose is, and whether you are still planning to assassinate the Pope.

I can fully cooperate with you."

He paused, and plucked up the courage to speak:

"But I have one condition..."