Crown of Silence

Chapter 782 Hero

In the dead silence, Yuan Changqing's laughter came.

"What happened? Have you finally come to your senses?"

The old man admired the beast's tragic scars and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Look at this jade and stone destroyed, isn't it very refreshing!"

"I just suddenly figured it out--"

The fierce ape threw the broken sword aside, stared at the thousands of troops in front of him, turned around, and looked at the last city gate he had to guard.

War, after all, has come.

It is immortal, and after fifteen years, it has revived again-completely burning this country that should have been destroyed long ago.

Whether it is the so-called emperor or the blood of the dragon vein.

It is a mistake to prevent the arrival of this day. No one knows this better than Mr. Hu himself.

Perhaps, fifteen years ago, he should have destroyed that thing and let this barely continued Zhendan usher in its due end.

Let the world flood.

In this way, the teacher and the others would not die, and he would not suffer for fifteen years.

Perhaps he could choose to hide his identity, or perhaps, he could... go find the woman who was still waiting for him, and run away from here with her, far away, to the dark world.

Open up a piece of wasteland there and erect a thatched house.

Such a future, although there would still be some pain, but compared with the boring life now, it is undoubtedly "happy and perfect".

Perhaps, he could not force himself to be a hero.

For so many years, he has been thinking about another possibility, another life, another way to make up for his mistakes.

But until this day came, he realized that the mistake had long been irreversible.

When he opened the box in front of the emperor fifteen years ago, his fate could not be changed.

He was destined to have no possibility of atonement.

He could only live in the world, carrying a lifetime of pain and regret, wandering around, without redemption.

But now, facing the coming war, he did not feel the pain and hesitation as expected, but felt relieved.

Just like a prisoner facing trial.

After this war, no matter which side wins, I am afraid that the old dynasty will be wiped out, right?

His journey to the west was ultimately a failure.

He sacrificed, lost everything, seized the truth, created a wise ruler... After so many changes, he could not change the ending.

He suffered for half a lifetime, but in vain, just like a dream.

Now, the long dream has finally woken up.

So, on the battlefield, the bloody monster raised his head, facing the thousands of troops in front of him, and a smile appeared on his broken face.

The smile was so happy and joyful.

"Look, this is my unknown great cause, the future that continues after sacrificing everything!"

Mr. Hu proudly spread his arms and showed his masterpiece to the enemies, looking down at them from top to bottom, his eyes proud: "Just as you guessed...

It was me who postponed this day for fifteen years!"

Changsun Jigui and their expressions became gloomy.

"It was you who replaced the prince with a cat fifteen years ago..." His eyes were cold: "You are so complacent, don't you know shame?"

"This is my mistake, but unfortunately, I am not going to repent."

Facing the enemy, the tragic ape took another step and blocked them: "Since you are about to die, why do you act willfully? Right?"

"..."

Changsun Jigui was silent and didn't speak again.

There was no desire or idea to communicate.

The roar of killing intent was their only response, just like the collision of iron and stone. Under the terrifying music that seemed to stop the turbulence of heaven and earth, there was a wanton and joyful laughter.

That was Mr. Hu.

Laughing up to the sky.

After it was impossible to make up for the past, he did not learn to forgive the past, but chose to die unrepentant.

-I am afraid that I am already hopeless, right?

For this country that should have been destroyed long ago, the teacher and junior brothers have all died, but I still haven't learned the lesson.

Still so... stupid!

Even though he had regretted it for so many years, he still wanted to continue doing the wrong thing... The only comforting thing was that this time, he was the only one who sacrificed for it.

Amid the roar, countless phantoms of palaces and castles emerged from the battlefield out of thin air, blocking him. The phantom of the moon in the well was high above the sky, casting the phantom of the city in the sky, blocking the inside and outside.

Then, the giant spirit drew his sword and attacked the fierce ape.

The candle dragon roared, the earth cracked, and countless ghost beasts crawled out of the darkness, gathering into a gray-black tide, rushing wantonly on the earth, as if the terrifying coldness from under the nine yins was spreading.

In the black clouds, countless thunderbolts gathered, the thunder dragon roared, and poked out from the clouds. It was faintly possible to see the flash of the matrix under the countless violent lightning. The slender and agile angry dragon ran above the sky, extending downwards, colliding with each other, and then stirred up the roar of metal friction.

In the deepest part of the etheric world, the huge shadow of the Heavenly City cast a huge gravitational force downwards, relying on the chains, as if the "weight" of the entire Heavenly City was placed on it.

It was the embodiment of the punishment from heaven in the mortal world, a chain that was enough to bind gods and natural disasters.

In an instant, the ferocious ape was enveloped by the chains of thunder, bound layer by layer. Then, the phantom of the palace in the well was quickly stared at, forming a hundred-foot high platform. On the high platform, billions of natures interfered one after another like stars exploding, creating an overlord. The desperate situation is tens of millions times more than that in the black area.

Thousands of giant spirits pulled at the Chains of Heaven's Punishment and pulled the Disaster Ape onto the high platform.

The tide of Yin beasts gathered into a boiling ocean, and countless palms stretched out from it - those slender and strange arms were so illusory that they had no entity at all, but every time they touched, they continued to plunder the power of the ferocious ape. As if the dead longed for life.

Under the abyss-like suction, Hanuman's shadow collapsed inch by inch, revealing the heavily restrained host inside.

First the Immortal Binding Lock, then the Immortal Exile Platform, and then the Nine Yin Pond. At the end, Yuan Changqing sighed, closed his eyes, and the majestic iron armor emerged from his body, stepping on the steps, and climbed up to the high platform step by step.

Under the blessing of Tianshang City, the Chunjun Sword quickly transformed and was covered in a scarlet that was so rich that it could not be melted away, and the murderous intent of the world converged into a thread.

——Dragon-slaying sword.

"I originally wanted to have a big fight with you, but unfortunately, you didn't give me a chance..."

He lowered his head and looked down at the prisoner bound to the guillotine, his eyes pity and regret: "Is there anything else you want to say? Anything is fine, there must be a last word."

In the shackles, Mr. Hu was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked softly: "Everything I did was wrong, right?"

"maybe."

Yuan Changqing replied calmly: "But who in this world dares to say that he is right?"

"yes."

Mr. Hu lowered his head: "No matter whether it is correct or not, someone has to do it, right? Even if there is a flood..."

"This is exactly what we should do."

Yuan Changqing nodded, his eyes becoming more and more regretful.

——With such a strong character, why can't you have a fun battle with him?

Mr. Hu said no more and just closed his eyes.

For some reason, fifteen years later, he once again remembered his teacher's face before he died.

The old man was not angry or surprised, or even resisted.

Just looking at the sword blade piercing his chest, he smiled, and then used his last strength to hug him.

"little monkey……"

The old man who turned into a monster whispered softly, "From now on, it will be all your fault."

This was his final farewell.

But why didn't he understand earlier?

"When you grow up, you will inherit me——"

That was undoubtedly the last expectation that the teacher had placed on them, "You will become the people who support this country and become a hero far beyond me."

Yes, one day, I will die.

And you will inherit my faith, my strength and my... mistakes!

Tomorrow you will be far better than I am today, transcending my limitations, facing this cruel world, and choosing to maintain this evil result, or revise it all.

Go be...a hero!

"Well, just leave it to me."

This is the response after fifteen years.

He murmured softly and bowed his head deeply.

He was obviously in such a desperate situation, but his heart was filled with incredible joy, and he couldn't help but... burst into tears.

Amidst the roar of heaven and earth, murderous intent condensed into a thread, and the end had come.

"farewell."

Amidst the chilling melody, Yuan Changqing raised his dragon-slaying sword and said his final goodbye: "It is my honor to kill you."

Mr. Hu laughed and looked up at the sky.

"...Teacher, please look at me in the sky."

Maybe everything he did was in vain.

Perhaps sacrificing everything will only lead to one mistake.

But even so, someone must make a choice for this world.

If it is wrong, then use new errors to correct the errors, and then use errors to overturn the errors.

Among endless mistakes, life will disappear, war and peace will alternate, heroes will emerge and be overthrown, the earth, the sky, the world, everything will be changed.

But mistakes will never end, even if they are far from being 'correct'.

As long as this mistake is passed on, one day we will be able to reach the correct future!

This is what it means to be a hero.

"I want……

——Become a hero! "

At that moment, in the deepest part of his eyes, the final seal - 'Tai Shang' - was opened.

So, the unparalleled hero arrives! -

The howling world suddenly came to a standstill under the Dragon-Slaying Sword.

In those eyes that turned into burning gold, the trajectory of the dragon-slaying sword stopped abruptly.

A sharp and distant sound sounded, soaring into the sky, followed closely by the sound of drums and gold and iron colliding, creating a sonorous sound.

The melody that seemed to contain determination and pathos spread in all directions. Under the Immortal Binding Locks, the chains intertwined with thunder began to tremble violently, and they could no longer suppress the terrifying power emerging from the body.

In the Nine Yin Pond, countless darkness boiled and screamed, and more and more blazing light rose from the deepest part of the abyss, piercing the darkness like a sword and rising into the sky.

Until the end, the ghosts of all ghosts and beasts evaporated in the screams.

In the ocean of light, countless music theories are intertwined, extending from Mr. Hu's body, and the alchemical matrix engraved on the bones under the flesh and blood lights up section by section.

It was like the fire that forged the world surging in his blood, burning his flesh and limbs, completely evaporating all the mortal parts, and replacing them with a magnificent outline that could not be looked at directly.

This was Tai Changqing's final masterpiece - the Supreme Seal!

With natural disasters as the source, everything of the fierce ape was burned to ashes, and then the mortal was given unparalleled power and fire, and fate was used as a hammer and grief as a felt to forge it into a container of miracles!

The spiritual platform was square, the moon was slanting, and seven stars were shining. Countless meanings flowed from the light and flames. In the end, after gathering everything, it forged an element that was so dazzling that it could not be looked at directly.

——'Hero'!

The hero descended here.

Under the terrifying impact, the head of the Tian family quickly retreated with a gloomy expression, but only Yuan Changqing's expression became pleasantly surprised.

"Yes! That's right! That's great!"

He couldn't help laughing, ecstatic, holding the Chunjun Sword tightly, bathing in the high temperature that was enough to evaporate all matter, and strode towards the enemy who was gradually rising in the flames.

The iron-like eyes were full of expectations that had long been inhuman.

"Sure enough, Bai Heng's promise to me was correct! You are the opponent who can make me fight to the death... Come on! Come on! I have been waiting for this day for twenty years!"

He laughed wildly like a beast, the sword blade fell, tearing the thunder and fire, breaking into the flames, the sword light flowed, and in a moment it penetrated eight thousand worlds and stabbed at the enemy.

At that moment, the immortal chain shattered inch by inch, the golden armor emerged from the flames, and the colorful streamers intertwined into clouds and fell from the sky.

After burning all the natural disasters and himself, the man who finally became a hero raised his head. In his hands, the gravity of nothingness gathered into a beam, extending forward, and the terrifying power that made the world distort and wail was swayed out.

No music theory, no elements, no ether.

Just pure power!

A total of... 108,641 kilograms!

A hurricane rose out of nowhere.

The earth shook like water waves, and flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the gray sky and earth.

Amid the roar, Yuan Changqing flew backwards, one arm shattered into pieces, and then quickly recovered and mended, and scarlet blood seeped out of his pores, making him look like a devil.

But his face was so happy, and there was no resentment in his eyes, but filled with... joy and gratitude. He did not fear the enemy's power at all, but responded with more excitement!

"What is that...?"

The princes behind the formation looked pale, and after witnessing the terrifying power that even monsters could not reach, they began to doubt this world.

"That's a hero."

Bai Heng admired the scene with a smile, picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said calmly, "It seems that the legend is mostly true.

Tai Changqing dug out an ancient relic from under Luojia Mountain. It is said that it was a divine artifact nailed into the seabed by the ancient gods to stabilize the tsunami."

He paused, meditated for a moment, and then said the name of the thing.

"-Supermass tidal brake valve."

Finally written it! This chapter really killed me. It really took my life to bypass the story of another script to lay out the emotions and background.