Crown of Silence

Chapter 590 Solomon's End

Although I don't know how Lao Fei feels after not seeing him for so long, I don't think he will be as happy as an ordinary dog.

And he still looks down on him.

In the face of Ye Qingxuan's warm welcome, he just impatiently pushed him away with his nose and calmly rubbed him with mud. It was as if it was not a long-lost reunion, but just went out to the next college to steal a cucumber to eat.

But after returning, many people had disappeared.

Things have changed.

Just like a long time ago, when they first stepped into this city.

One person and one dog.

Originally, Ye Qingxuan was worried that the poison in his body would affect it, but he didn't expect that it just sneezed, shook its fur, and after shaking off a few curly and white hairs, it had no effect.

To some extent, this can be called shocking.

But Ye Qingxuan is almost used to it.

Anyway, he never regarded Lao Fei as an ordinary dog.

It is much more powerful than anyone else.

"Where have you been for so long?"

Ye Qingxuan squatted down and looked at it, pinching his chin and teasing: "I haven't seen you for so long, did you find a wife outside, give birth to a litter of cubs, and don't want to come back?"

Unexpectedly, Lao Fei did not bite it.

He just looked at him with an expression of "Dad is very disappointed in you", which made Ye Qingxuan feel ashamed. He was so embarrassed to make such a boring joke.

Then, it opened its mouth and threw the thing in its mouth on the bench.

It was a half-broken necklace.

The necklace's decoration was gone, leaving only a thin and long chain, which was very familiar.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

After a long time, he reached out and picked it up, looking at the unique chain - heavy tentacles, expensive heavy metal.

Unlike ordinary goldsmiths who are greedy for saving trouble, they directly reduced the style of the chain by dozens of times and knocked the metal rings together. It is a painstaking design, not made on an assembly line, but purely handmade, low-key and exquisite.

Even an old craftsman who has studied for a lifetime cannot make such a necklace casually. With such energy and craftsmanship, you can earn a lot of money by making anything.

In Avalon, there are not many people with such craftsmanship, and there are not many people who can make such people work hard for themselves and only make a necklace chain.

Combining his own thoughts, he soon recalled a few months ago...

When he entered Stein's secret room, he had seen the same style on someone's neck.

"Mary?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

It turned out that it was the second princess who was trapped in the upper city when Leviathan broke the second seal, the princess of Avalon, and the future queen of Anglo!

He looked at Lao Fei with his eyes wide open:

"Did you find her?"

Lao Fei glanced at him, said nothing, turned around, and skillfully slapped him with his tail.

Meaning: follow me.

Ye Qingxuan followed behind obediently.

For some reason, following Lao Fei around, he suddenly walked from the inner courtyard of Westminster Abbey to the street. Under the leadership of Lao Fei, they walked through the streets and alleys and moved forward.

The further they moved forward, the stranger the scene became.

Ye Qingxuan had a headache.

On the map in his mind, it had been twisted into a ball at this moment, and the spatial relationship was completely chaotic. Logically speaking, they had gone around a big circle and returned to the starting point, but in front of them was still a deserted alley.

Only when he lowered his head did he find that a bloody stream had been flowing under his feet.

Blood Road!

And when he raised his head, the fog came like a tide and swallowed him.

When the fog dissipated again, everything was different.

Lao Fei had disappeared.

Like a phantom.

And he was already in the shadow of Avalon.

——

In the dead silence, he raised his head silently, looking up at the equally dark sky, and had a headache.

There must be something wrong with this!

Something... is wrong!

The Shadow of Avalon at this moment is completely different from the past.

The city has been shattered, as if the iron sheet was twisted, folded, and broken by some huge force... Countless dilapidated ruins are suspended in the sky. The roads extend in all directions like blood vessels of nothingness.

The whole city seems to have jumped up from the ground, flew into the sky, and solidified forever at this moment.

So the countless buildings that fell from the body are still suspended in the distance, and the distorted and broken, seemingly unreasonable buildings remain calmly in this solidified time.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

The city was solidified in the second before destruction.

And in the protection of countless broken buildings and roads, above the highest sky, the palace covered by black mist is high in the direction of the sun, like a black sun, releasing terrifying ether fluctuations.

It's like some monster is brewing in it.

The whole city seemed dead, but some kind of deformed vitality emerged from it. The originally dark and terrifying dead city, now bathed in destruction, began to breathe again.

Some huge power dominated the barrier, penetrated the entire city, and enclosed it in its body, causing them to crawl out of the coffin with it, breathing in the stale air, and rebirth was in sight.

Countless insects are crawling, and the mournful sounds of animals are hidden in the wordless silence, which is eerie.

In the empty street, in the deepest part of the darkness, something stared at Ye Qingxuan who broke in, revealing its blood-red eyes.

One pair, two pairs, three pairs...

"I'm being targeted."

Ye Qingxuan murmured softly, and a bronze holy emblem slipped from his cuffs into his palm, and he clasped it with his five fingers. The music theory of Jiuxiao ring flowed out from the chapter of destiny and wrapped around it, so the ethereal moonlight popped out of it and transformed into The ethereal and vague moonlight sword blade.

But the blade of the sword is now wrapped with real flames, red, like the fire of karma that ignites sin, illuminating this dark world.

This was the most useful thing he learned in the Inquisition's cram school.

How to use the unique instruments and alchemical weapons of the Purification Musician, as well as hundreds of purification movements from the beginning of the Inquisition to the present.

In addition to the core four movements such as "Night on the Barren Mountain", there are 16 applications of blessing, 34 parts of purification, and the remaining 70 or so parts are all about how to completely kill things other than human beings.

"Is this an application class?"

He narrowed his eyes and walked forward, taking his time. In the silence, invisible pressure gradually gathered, like a huge pressure, about to explode...

But suddenly, a shrill roar erupted in the distance, and violent power rose into the sky, like a dying monster.

So familiar.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head in astonishment.

It was at that moment that the pressure was broken. Countless scarlet eyes swelled and rushed towards the face. The sound of wind followed closely with the stench. In mid-air, they made a dizzying roar. There were also swarms of insects as fine as dust that fluttered up and sucked the ether in the air, creating a brief vacuum that was so black that it engulfed Ye Qingxuan.

An annoyed sigh sounded.

The moonlight penetrated the darkness, sweeping and slashing, clean and neat.

In the narrow time between the fingers, countless notes burst out, and the movement was compressed into a moment. Only a subtle whistle that was so short that it was almost imperceptible could be distinguished.

Immediately afterwards, the blazing fire spread and spread in all directions.

So swift.

Just like the cotton wool scattered during the autumn harvest was ignited by flowing fire, it spread quickly and dissipated quietly.

Not even ashes were left.

Under the dissipating firelight, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the direction where the roar came from.

It's Longwei.

The familiar Long Wei.

"Mary?"

——

In the collapsed church, dark blood splattered and landed on the mottled faceplate.

Under the blade, the huge demon was chopped in half from the top of its head to its crotch, and fell to the ground, twitching and struggling, and let out its final cry.

But in all directions, a steady stream of demons are emerging.

Under the layers of blood, the Knight of the Round Table, which had begun to corrode, roared and cut off the sword. In the roar of the sword, the terrifying power spread in all directions based on the sound.

There seemed to be countless sword blades hidden in the wind, tearing the ground, cutting the air, smashing the dust, destroying the walls, and cutting all the monsters within a hundred meters into pulp.

Blood spurted out one after another.

The stench of blood became stronger.

After the Knights of the Round Table, the girl curled up in a pool of blood covered her head and whined.

"They're coming...Christine, they're coming...They're here, it's here..."

Under the torn dress, red scales faintly appeared on her slender arms, then disappeared again. The silent eyes sometimes turned into vertical pupils, and sometimes struggled and returned to blue.

A struggle between man and beast.

Painful and wailing under the torment of cursed blood.

"It's looking at me..." Mary murmured softly: "Christine, pull out the sword for me, give me the sword quickly... I see it, it's inside my body... it's going to tear me apart. ”

"Your Highness!"

Kristine half-knelt on the ground, lifted her up, and shook her hard: "Don't think about this, don't lose to it!"

"It's going to kill me, Christine."

Mary raised her head, her eyes were empty, and she was clearly looking at the knight in front of her, but there was no reflection, only a heart-stopping animalistic chaos: "Give me the sword, Christine, draw the sword and give it to me."

She held Christine's arm, weeping and begging, but the steel whined in her uncontrollable twitching, leaving clear fingerprints.

She looked at Kristine as if she was possessed, her pupils turned red:

"Give me the sword and I can kill it!"

Christine was silent.

Behind the visor, the girl's eyes were full of sadness. Exhausted from the hard battle for days, she couldn't help but want to cry: "Your Highness, that was yourself..."

The armored chest of the round table suddenly cracked open, revealing the fully armed female knight inside. She stretched out her hand, pressed Mary's neck before she could react, and pressed the injectable tranquilizer into her arteries.

She tried her best, even if her arm was held by Mary's palm and tightened, the muscles were shattered, the bones were broken, and they were stained red with blood.

It was obviously just an injection, but the terrifying pressure in the artery could not be suppressed.

There were wild beasts struggling and roaring among them.

Then, under a final powerful sedative, silence fell once again.

Mary lost her strength and collapsed in Christine's arms, gasping weakly.

"Don't fall asleep, Your Highness."

Christine carried her on her back, "Hold on, it will be fine soon. Do you remember that song? The song you loved most when you were a child."

Mary seemed to respond to something, but she seemed not to hear it. She just whispered scattered words softly, like singing.

"Solomon was born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, fell ill on Thursday, became seriously ill on Friday, died on Saturday, and was buried on Sunday. This is the end of Solomon, this is the end of Solomon..."

Like a dream, or as if forcing herself to recall, Mary murmured in a daze, repeating over and over again: "Solomon was born on Monday, baptized on Tuesday, baptized on Tuesday, baptized on Tuesday... baptized, baptized, baptized..."

In the vague voice, Christine straightened the broken arm expressionlessly, stuffed it back into the armor, and then put on the armor again.

The effective period of the tranquilizer is getting shorter and shorter.

From the first day and night, to now, it can only last for a few dozen minutes. Christine knew very well: if she was not treated and her blood transfused, Mary would completely collapse under the torture of the cursed blood and transform into that bloodthirsty monster.

Time was running out.

"Your Highness, don't be afraid."

She endured the pain, raised her broken arm, and stroked the long hair hanging from her shoulders:

"I will protect you, for sure."

But in the dead silence, the melody that had been entangled for days sounded from afar again.

Gradually approaching.

It was a requiem...

"Requiem No. 6"

It was only played at the funeral of the musician, praying that the soul of the deceased could ascend to the source of the solemn melody... At this moment, it seemed so gloomy and hideous.

Countless ashes flew from the cold wind, faintly interweaving into a vague shadow, which was torn from the inside, revealing the pale skin and empty eyes after years of death.

The musician in white stepped out of the shadows, wearing a crystal crown, emitting cold etheric fluctuations, and entangled around Christine like a snake.

The souls of the musicians who had passed away had never ascended to the Great Source, but returned from the dead and void kingdom again, with such a disgusting appearance.

The emblem of the Royal Musicians Corps was clearly emblazoned on the rotten white clothes, and the body that had turned into stone and remained incorruptible for thousands of years due to the medicine of Penglai also moved again.

Slowly stepped forward.

The petrified cervical vertebrae twisted, making a harsh sound. The middle-aged musician stared at Christine stiffly, staring at Mary on her shoulder.

"I dedicate this body to the Supreme Great Emperor..."

The dull murmur sounded, and the musician stepped forward like a zombie, with a disgusting fanaticism in the hollow voice:

"- May God bless the kingdom, and my emperor bless me!"