Crown of Silence

Instantly, everyone felt the chill without any reason.

Time seemed to freeze, and the clear sound of swords came to my ears.

In that time that seemed to be delayed by a million times, a cold light flew from the deepest part of the night sky, passing over the stars, through the dark clouds, across the endless oceans and mountains, and fell from the sky.

It was so solemn, but with the glow of burning souls, it stung everyone's eyes.

——Soul-Separation Sword Chapter!

The sound of the swords echoed in my ears belatedly, staggered and overlapping, as if it turned into the light plucking of five fingers on the strings, the soul-stirring sound of iron rods hitting bronze drums, and the charming and joyful abuse of playing harps and flutes.

A line of iron light cut through the night sky, and wherever it passed, it evolved into a pattern like water waves. It was like looking up at the world of red dust from the bottom of a pool, singing and dancing in peace.

But when the iron light fell silently from the night, it shattered the sparkling water and the world.

Playing the sword as a song, the grand scene of "Dragon Pool Music" evolved, and the true dragon's animal nature was extracted from it, turning the pure sword light into a dragon shape, hovering in the sky.

"What is that!"

The scepter musician who was blocked in front was stunned, and before he could react, the sky-high sword light dragon circled around his element, and in an instant, the musician and the scepter froze in place.

The ether storm swept, and the musician and his scepter were silently shattered and dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only the murderous intent lingering around everyone.

One of the Six Imperials, the head of the Yuan family, acted at this moment, frightening all the scepters who were secretly watching around and retreated. In a flash, the courage was extinguished by the erratic dragon-shaped sword light, and they dared not approach again.

In a fleeting moment, the dragon-shaped sword light was thrown at the fragments of Guixu. The fragments were wrapped in the sword light, just like a dragon ball held in the mouth of a dragon. Without saying anything more, he turned around and left.

"Leave the things behind!"

The frenzied lightning fell from the dark clouds, and the shadow of Odin, the second son of the emperor, appeared in the interweaving of layers of lightning. The mighty melody expanded, and the divinity operated, pressing against the dragon-shaped sword light.

Compared with the giant shadow that supported the sky and the earth, the tiny sword light looked like a candle in the wind, but it was incredibly clever, tearing apart the thunder and music theory one by one, and confronting the divinity, and it was not at a disadvantage!

But then, Chopin's figure suddenly emerged from a wisp of erratic moonlight in the void.

Facing the sword blade that was enough to crush him, he did not retreat, but instead greeted it with ecstasy, as if he was looking for death, and couldn't wait to wait for someone to kill him.

But the complicated and terrifying music theory around him made the sword light deeply afraid. Compared with the ease of fighting against Odin, it began to be restrained when dealing with him.

In comparison, Ye Qingxuan was a step slower, but he was not in a hurry. He just drove the golden dragon around, and his hands were not idle, throwing a lot of music to Guixu.

Those music played from the ten fingers were just an introduction. Ye Qingxuan played the prelude, and then hundreds of ether waves followed.

Outside Guixu, the warship of Nomadic Mountain had been burned red under the ninth-level drive.

The huge heart in the ether pool was beating wildly, constantly absorbing the power from the ether sea, and distributed it to every musician according to the music theory of the ether net.

The musicians were allowed to dispatch nearly infinite power. The purification musicians of the Inquisition had never squandered their power so extravagantly. Following Ye Qingxuan's guidance and orders, the battleship's armor was opened layer by layer, revealing hundreds of thick pipes, with hot steam gushing out of the pipes.

That was the huge organ that had been preheated.

After Anglo's refit, Nomadic Mountain had become an absolute fortress. After completely dismantling the hull, the alchemists tailored a huge war instrument for Nomadic Mountain and embedded the huge organ in it.

There were nine layers of keys alone, thousands of stops, and tens of thousands of resonance pipes.

At this moment, under the guidance of the ladder, the purification musicians had resonated as one, and played the purification movement tacitly with each other. The magnificent melody of "Night on the Barren Mountain" resounded through the sky.

The dark clouds were burned red.

Countless meteors fell from the sky with Ye Qingxuan's instructions. It was a red-hot iron light, a stake entangled with the fire of judgment.

The clouds surrounding the Nomadic Mountain had now become a scorching furnace. Countless iron lights were brewing and condensing from nothing, turning into heavy stakes, which fell from the sky with the light of judgment and smashed into Guixu.

Loud noises continued to burst out.

The stakes fell from the sky like a rainstorm as Ye Qingxuan waved his hands.

Each stake that fell would trigger a sky-high flame, as if a hole had been smashed into the earth that led directly to Purgatory, causing the lava in Purgatory to gush out.

Rows of stakes enveloped everything in sight in the flames.

Ye Qingxuan seemed to be waving an iron hammer and knocking down nails one by one. Each stake wedged into Guixu had deeply nailed the music of the Inquisition into this piece of land.

Wherever the flames covered, it was holy land.

In an instant, all other forces were expelled by the violent music on the stakes, leaving only pure judgment and destruction. The demons hiding in the shadows were devoured by the flames one by one, screaming and dissipating into ashes in the horrific temperature.

On the catapult track on the deck, two teams of Witch Hammer's heavy knights and a team of purification musicians were ready to go, waiting for Ye Qingxuan's order at any time to throw themselves into the battlefield of Guixu.

Now the water is too muddy, Ye Qingxuan forced himself to suppress the impulse in his heart, sit on the mountain and watch the fire, and let them rob.

First rely on the blessing of the heavenly kingdom on earth to turn this piece into his own chassis first.

Sensing the music theory of Jiuxiao Ring Pendant and Tianti, the dragon-shaped sword light cast a quick glance at Ye Qingxuan in the fight.

"Ye Lanzhou? No... Ye Lanzhou is dead... Are you the guy who was hanging out in Anglo? I heard Yuan Jing mention you."

A hoarse voice sounded in Ye Qingxuan's ears: "We are both of the blood of heaven, come and help, the Yuan family will reward you generously afterwards."

"I can't help, I can't help."

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand with a look of regret: "Such a big thing, how can I go over and cause trouble for you. Hey, stab his eyes! Yes! Just like that, I know that Asgard's grandson will definitely not be able to beat you!"

"You kid is so unconscious!"

The head of the Yuan family snorted coldly: "Are you still counting on the fisherman to benefit? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you first?"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid!"

Ye Qingxuan drove the golden dragon back a few hundred meters, with a mocking expression: "But I'm more afraid that the black musician has buried something in Guixu. I say, senior, do you dare to eat the pie that fell from the sky?"

Bang!

The sound of cracking sounded from the depths of Guixu.

In the deepest tomb of the earth, the feast of gluttony is about to end, and the last grain of ashes stained on the fingertips is sucked into the mouth.

The strange figure in gray and white linen licked his ten fingers and looked back. In the dim candlelight, in the messy tomb, all the broken sarcophagi were empty.

No debris remained.

Only the broken crowns were piled up in one place, like a ridiculous hill.

The nobles who controlled everything during their lifetime and still ruled the world after death ended up being buried in the belly of this ghoul-like monster.

A wind blew from the darkness, extinguishing the fire, and the darkness swept and swallowed the figure.

In the pure darkness, there was finally a sound of breathing.

It was as if after swallowing death, life was gained.

The sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out, and the weak heartbeat gradually revived. Although I couldn't see anything, I could hear the echo of flesh and blood becoming full again from the gurgling blood.

In the end, a pair of dark eyes burning with white flames opened in the darkness.

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And in the center of Guixu, the broken hall collapsed, exposing the towering altar below.

The altar was covered with blood, and the spices burning in the fire turned into green smoke that slowly rose and lingered. It lingered between the seven complex seals.

Some of the seals had been broken and opened, but some were still intact, some had no reaction, and some flickered with the fire, as if breathing.

There was a short dwarf standing on the altar, holding a copper plate in his hands.

The withered head on the copper plate slowly opened its eyes and stared at the extinguished fire on the altar.

"I want you to come."

He opened his mouth and made this call with his lips and teeth. The harsh sound echoed between heaven and earth, roaring for thousands of miles, resounding in the depths of everyone's soul.

Then, the earth roared and cracked.

In the deep tomb, a figure in gray and white linen slowly walked out. That face was no longer withered, nor ugly, but piercing, with eyes burning like pale flames, majestic and cold.

After devouring the original kings, on his gray hair, I don't know when, a bone crown appeared. He rode a white horse, walked out of the darkness, holding an iron bow, and there was a pot of copper arrows next to the saddle.

The horse's hooves beat the ground, but it seemed to crush everyone's heart, making everyone breathless.

"Go conquer everything."

The withered head said to the knight in white: "Win again and again!"

So, the white knight slowly raised his head, his eyes like flames looked up at the sky, and his empty sight fell on the figure in the air, making everyone's heart suddenly hairy.

Then, he opened the iron bow, put the copper arrow on the bowstring, and slowly pulled it open.

The iron bow, which seemed to be made of animal tendons, opened, but it made a harsh sound of metal colliding. The copper arrow and the iron bow rubbed against each other, and hot sparks burst out.

"What the hell!"

Ye Qingxuan's hair suddenly fell, and he urged the golden dragon to gallop backwards. Layers of dragon power were like the sea, and the phantom of the heaven on earth descended and covered him.

Then, the arrow was aimed at the sky, and the sound of millions of people roared.

The sky and the earth penetrated.