Silent Crown

Chapter 671: war

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The stone knife passed over the bloated woman's throat and accurately cut off the artery above the neck.

At that moment, the dull woman froze, and her fat and bloated body trembled violently, causing waves of flesh. She raised her head suddenly, her lungs bulged, and she let out a miserable scream.

The scream was so terrifying.

It is sharp and crazy, like millions of biological children being stillborn, or like millions of children being born from the womb, containing pain, madness and inhuman joy.

She was screaming, roaring, singing.

The sharp sound penetrated the deep earth and echoed in everyone's ears, making everyone's vision go dark and almost being absorbed by the terrifying roar.

Immediately afterwards, what spurted out from the wound was a river of blood.

It was unimaginable that that bloated body actually contained so much blood. The blood spurted out from the huge crack in the neck at such a rapid speed that the terrifying blood pressure turned into a waterfall in mid-air.

The sound of rushing rivers sounded.

Endless blood spilled from the air, gathering into a sea of blood. The scarlet that represents the essential element of the Dark Earth Mother poured into the deepest part of Guixu, adding a layer of scarlet to the countless silver flashes.

In just an instant, endless blood spurted out.

In the end, not even the body was left.

Only Paganini, who was holding the knife, stood alone on the high platform, looking down at the sea of blood that gradually blended with the silver light, his eyes deep.

From then on, the Dark Earth Mother no longer existed in the world...

The Dark Earth Mother was thrown into the deepest part of Guixu by him as a gift. As one of the four living creatures, she fertilized the baby who was about to be born, filled all the vacancies, and even brought hundreds more than the vacancies. times the power.

This is pure power of life!

A roar sounded from beneath the whirlpool.

Under the bloody whirlpool, it seemed to have turned into a huge womb, and the rolling thunder was the fetal movement of natural disasters.

The elements that the Holy City had painstakingly instilled suddenly shattered, and the elements of Changing Music Theory and Dark Earth Mother were tightly riveted into the core of Guixu, and could no longer be separated.

The entire Guixu was in crazy turmoil, the ancient buildings collapsed completely, and the torrent swept across.

Countless mud dots fell from the sky, and when they landed on the ground, they turned into thumb-sized little people. They ran around, fought, gave birth and multiplied, and then died quickly and returned to the dust.

Chaos is revealed.

A natural disaster is about to be born!

At the same time, outside the Holy City.

The crow alighted on the knight's shoulder.

The red horse's hooves trampled in the mud, causing a hissing sound, and the blood evaporated, turning into foul-smelling water vapor.

The blood-red war horse moved forward slowly, step after step, stepping on the messy corpses. In the distance, in the City of Steel, majestic bells rose one after another, and figures one after another rose into the sky, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The knight on the war horse had a dull expression, his body rose and fell with the horse, and his movements were stiff and dull. His eyes were empty and empty, without any movement at all.

Because that's a wooden person.

Pull off the willow branches and weave it into its body; split the heart of the tree and chisel out its face; decorate it with jewels to embellish it's majesty; carve it skillfully and give it ten fingers.

But all this still cannot change its essence.

What gives it its essence is something deeper, some kind of pure, decisive murderous intention that does not contain any garbage. It is not human, but it is better than human. It has no soul and no need for soul.

It was born as a weapon. If it does not bring peace to the earth, it wants to use weapons on the earth.

When the Hundred-Eyed One tore apart the abyss, he gifted it with the essence of the abyss and gave it an unshakable mission.

"The destroyer is coming! The destroyer is coming! The destroyer is coming!"

On the shoulders of the wicker knight, the raven with blood-red eyes sang loudly: "All flesh will be like grass, and all beauty will be like the flowers on the grass. The grass will wither and the flowers will fall - in the kingdom of blood and death, yours Destruction will come!"

The bloody horse marched forward in blood.

The flames of lava rose up from under the horses' hooves and filled the sky, burning the iron sky and turning it into a scorching iron curtain. Under the Iron Curtain, stars rise from the Holy City.

The loud bell rang again.

five times.

The Holy Spirit awakened from the coffin, and under the will of Nibelung, the black iron door of the Hall of Valor slowly opened. The countless rays of light rose from the ground, hung high in the sky, and turned into stars to shine.

Agni turned into a big fiery star, the White Emperor was as sharp as iron, and the twin holy spirits, wind and thunder, were always intertwined with each other, setting off hurricanes and thunderstorms, and turned into twin stars...

The roaring bells keep ringing, and every time the bell rings, a crack will be opened to the etheric world, and endless ether flows out from it, fertilizing the stars, making the stars shine brilliantly, until finally, it turns into thousands of A scorching sun shines between heaven and earth.

The Holy Spirit has awakened from his long sleep, and hundreds of choirs are busy singing prayers for the Holy Spirit who serves them. In the ethereal voice, the light turned into armor and swords, arming the Holy Spirits layer by layer.

The one who responds faster than the departed Holy Spirit is the living being.

The scepter musician who was hiding in the monastery was the first to turn into a fierce light and roared over. The first to bear the brunt was the waning whale singer Orlando.

Orlando has already met his own death date, and has even prepared the process of transforming into the Holy Spirit.

At this moment, he no longer looks old, but youthful again. His head is full of dazzling blond hair, and his body is as tall and fit as a demigod. The metal alchemical matrix has been embedded in the body, and the power in the scepter has been filled to the point of overflowing.

The vast roar echoed from the sky to the earth, grand and distant, like countless whales singing.

Wherever the fierce light passed, ravines opened silently in the earth. The straight rift stretched outward from the Holy City. In an instant, it spanned several kilometers. Amidst the terrifying power of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the whale singer roared out. At this time, the elements rotated, arousing the great power from the etheric realm, and suddenly crashed towards the material world.

With one blow, the entire etheric sea stopped moving, as if a terrifying shock wave burst out from the etheric world, extended downward, and penetrated the nine-layer etheric sea one by one.

But in the next moment, the terrifying impact had already dissipated and become invisible before it emerged.

The Wicker Knight raised his head, and on the face carved from wood, two blood-red gems reflected Orlando's figure. He raised his five fingers and grabbed it. He couldn't see clearly how he moved, but in the next moment, Orlando's neck was caught in his hand.

Between the five fingers that were closed together, the scepter disintegrated.

Immediately afterwards, the knife fell from his right arm.

Bang.

The sound was crisp and blood spurted out.

A head fell from that toned body like a ripe melon.

Then, there was the second one.

Bang, bang, bang...

The crisp sound of blunt knives chopping bones kept ringing, and then one head after another fell to the ground and was crushed into mud by the iron hoofs of the war horses. Whether it is a master or a scepter, a parallel import or a genuine product, they are all treated equally.

But soon, all the musicians quickly distanced themselves.

In order to guard against the elusive guillotine, under the orders of the Cardinal, only musicians who are good at ultra-long-range music theory and structure set foot on the battlefield under the heavy protection of the Knights Templar.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of war horses neighing echoed through the road that was turned into a quagmire by blood plasma, and a crimson light suddenly burst out from it. In the blink of an eye, it spanned a distance of thousands of meters, turning thousands of times. In the next moment, , the red light returned to its original place.

The Wicker Knight's body was charred and black, like a shooting star, and the flames on his body rose, ignited by his terrifying speed.

Immediately afterwards, terrifying ravines emerged from the battlefield, like wheat being cut, and wherever the red light swept, everything fell apart.

Whether it is a knight or a musician, whether it is an armor or a shield, they have all been distorted beyond recognition.

The shrill sonic boom didn't come until this moment.

Even though there were thousands of troops and horses, everyone could not help but turn pale when facing the red war horse and the dull wooden man on top of the war horse.

"Musicians who don't have what it takes to achieve high status should retire."

The awakened Holy Spirit stared at the slowly approaching war horse and sighed softly: "These are the four creations split by the Hundred-Eyed Man before his death. They are clones created by overflowing with malice towards the world. For humans, these are It is the incarnation of the element of 'war'. The only thing that can destroy war is war. Apart from that, no matter how many people go up, they will die in vain."

Everyone's expressions suddenly became ugly. This incident had alarmed the Holy See ten minutes ago. If the Holy See were to take action again, the majesty and heritage of the Holy City would certainly be lost.

"Don't worry, let me do it."

The nameless Holy Spirit stretched out his hand, and the priest from the sacristy came forward and presented a heavy bronze horn with both hands. The horn was still stained with the color of dried blood and mottled with patina.

"Horn of Disaster"!

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they couldn't help but take a step back, their eyes filled with awe and fear.

This is an artifact forged by several scepters of the Revelation School who borrowed the power of the lighthouse and the Nibelungs when the lighthouse of the Holy City was first built a hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, it goes against the prophetic path pursued by the Revelation School, and after discarding countless possibilities, it instead combines the power of the Holy Scriptures, focusing on a side door that leads the fate of all things to the same ending.

It can be said that its existence is a blasphemy against the school of revelation.

That alone is not enough to arouse fear in everyone. But according to records, everyone who has used it will be abandoned by fate, and will not end well, and even future generations will be accumulated.

The prophets and cursed musicians of Tianzhu call this fateful force "karma", and karma will eventually return to balance. If you want to leverage your karma, you must use your own destiny to mortgage it.

This is a lose-lose approach.

As for the Holy Spirit, the price paid for using it is that its own existence is completely annihilated and no longer exists. Once the horn is blown, it will be crushed into nothingness by the rebound of the great source and the strong pressure of the etheric realm, and its consciousness and self will dissipate between heaven and earth.

And the enemy is destined to not have any good end.

And at that moment, the trumpet was blown.