Crown of Silence

Chapter 452 Looking at the Sun

Roaring in pain, Samuel twitched all over.

The riot spread uncontrollably, sweeping from Samuel's body to other areas.

The blood-crystal-like scepter integrated into his body, but caused his flesh and blood to change rapidly, swelling and shrivelling without warning. In an instant, countless sarcomas grew out of his body, and then quickly decayed, leaving huge of sores. The sore healed under the strong vitality, and then a new round of torture began.

It was like turning into a disease farm, with the distorted flesh and blood constantly appearing and disappearing, causing the body to rapidly alienate.

And in the midst of this rapid distortion, Samuel curled up on his iron chair, opened his mouth, and roared. Sharp canine teeth grew out of his mouth.

The worst-case scenario did not happen, and the scepter did not collapse at the moment of achievement.

But no one expected that Music Theory would start a riot after everything was over.

It was as if Samuel was controlling his own scepter to destroy himself.

This has never happened since ancient times.

Samuel...can't actually control his scepter?

No, it's his scepter that's against him!

The moment the scepter was integrated into his body, it mutually repelled and collided with his own music theory, instantly destroying the music theory in his body. The Chapter of Fate quickly collapsed, frantically trying to escape from his body.

The scepter trembled, and no matter how much Samuel controlled it, it was like a wild horse, knocking him over again and again!

His own scepter... is actually conflicting with him?

Simply incredible!

In an instant, the masters who were watching the ceremony woke up from their astonishment and stood up. The music theories in each other's hands were intertwined, and the chaotic melodies roared and enveloped the crazy Samuel.

The pipe organ in the central church changed rapidly and once again played the sacred melody. The layers of realms were intertwined to suppress and seal Samuel!

A halo of light fell from the sky, bound to Samuel's body, and seeped into the body bit by bit. Wherever it passed, all music theory was forcibly shackled.

This is why many masters came to watch the ceremony and the Holy City arranged the ceremony in the Cathedral of the Holy Resurrection.

If the promotion of the scepter fails, the masters and saints watching the ceremony will join forces to suppress the rioting music theory and minimize the losses.

But now, under the joint shackles of all the masters, Samuel's scepter erupted with wave after wave of counterattacks, forcibly tearing the shackles, trying to break through the blockade.

Each struggle caused a large amount of Samuel's blood to evaporate, making the pain more and more painful. Now in the alchemical matrix, Samuel has turned into a skinny old man, with all his white hair falling out.

The scepter...is draining his life force!

"This is impossible..."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, stabbed it into his chest, held the crystallized scepter tightly, and roared crazily: "There shouldn't be any impurities!"

The scepter shook violently and cracked into cracks.

He screamed, his whole body slowly expanded, his skin exploded, huge bat wings sprouted from his back, and the tragic white bones were covered with bloody fascia, twitching painfully in the air.

Ye Qingxuan looked at this scene blankly, puzzled.

The scepter is in reverse, trying to control Samuel?

It is almost as if it is alive. It is sucking out the life of its master, corroding the flesh and blood, trying to transform him into something that is most suitable for itself...

It's like if the shoes don't fit, you have to force them to go up two sizes!

"has a problem……"

In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the moonlight lead popped out of his hand. The threads bypassed the suppressive movement, penetrated the shell of the alchemy matrix, and connected to the core.

Riot music theory comes one after another.

The interpretation method is running wildly, once again deconstructing the operating principle of the alchemy matrix.

The massive alchemy matrix contains hundreds of movements and is three-dimensionally structured into four major areas. A thorough analysis is undoubtedly a huge project.

But Ye Qingxuan didn't read any detailed content at all, just skimmed over all the details and went straight to the topic. Regardless of the music theory and classification in any module, only look for the abnormal parts.

With the scepter out of control, part of the alchemy matrix must have been eroded and affected. It's like a black dog mixed in with a flock of white sheep. If you look for it from this angle, it's not impossible.

In just an instant, the first layer of surface matrix—the notes of the external appearance flowed out of the world, and the deconstruction was completed!

Immediately afterwards, the creation world where music theory operates was deconstructed!

Then, the deconstruction of the element formation boundary is completed.

Until the end, Ye Qingxuan finally found the problem in the ‘activities world’:

——The initial blood!

The original blood, which is the basis of the scepter element, is rioting!

Among the red elements, something that was definitely not Samuel was growing crazily, absorbing the power of life, forcibly changing the nature of the scepter...

It was like a dying snake waking up from the farmer's arms, opening its fangs, and injecting its venom.

Ye Qingxuan suddenly realized.

It is true that many problems will arise during the promotion process of the scepter. It is absolutely impossible for the core element that is the basis of the scepter to have any other breath besides its own music theory!

Unless, the original blood is not his work

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned pitiful when he looked at Samuel: He is over ninety years old this year, and has been stuck in the master rank for so many years. It sounds good to say that he has accumulated a lot, but it sounds bad to say that he has made no progress.

Although the master is noble, there are hundreds of them in the world, not to mention that in the holy city where masters can be created at any time, who would care about Samuel?

If for other musicians, this is just depression and blow, then for people like Samuel who desire power and strength, the feeling of seeing the throne of the saint in front of him but being unable to touch it is simply like being tortured in the fire of hell.

What's more, even a guy like Wolf Flute can advance to the scepter!

Why can't I? !

The most crazy thing in the world is that the priest can touch the nun's buttocks but I can't... Although this logic is nonsense, Samuel, who has been obsessed with it all his life, can no longer tell the difference.

So, he chose to take the risk.

Even with the help of external objects, the elements of the initial blood must be constructed...

Ye Qingxuan was in a trance for a moment, and the next moment, his expression became resolute. He pressed the wolf flute with his backhand, pulled out a black dagger from his boot, took two or three steps forward, and instantly passed through the shackles of many masters and rushed straight to the alchemy matrix.

"Ye Zi, what are you doing?!"

The wolf flute changed color: "The alchemy matrix is ​​overloaded. If you interfere rashly, it will explode!"

Before the voice fell, the dagger in Ye Qingxuan's hand turned upside down and stabbed down!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was no earth-shattering explosion as expected, but a series of shattering and shrill sounds rang out one after another, and then the blood-colored mercury suddenly evaporated.

Ye Qingxuan covered his face and felt the hot wind sweeping through his body.

And under the dagger, the element representing the initial blood completely fell apart.

The music theory on the verge of exploding suddenly collapsed, like a snake whose bones were extracted. In an instant, the alchemical matrix fell apart. Then, the masters' shackles fell from the sky, completely blocking the power in the scepter.

In the dead silence, only Samuel's screams were left.

Ye Qingxuan, sweating profusely, stood up, threw away the broken dagger in his hand, and walked out of the matrix panting.

Lang Di came up and patted his shoulder hard, with an admiring look on his face, without any panic just now: "I knew you had a way, and I'm showing you off again!"

Ye Qingxuan smiled and slumped in the chair.

Just analyzing the entire matrix just now had exhausted all his energy. Now he only felt dim and dark in front of his eyes.

The Central Cathedral was now in chaos, and the Silent Agency urgently maintained order. Wolf Flute found a doctor from the Chant School to see Ye Qingxuan, and found that he was just overexerted. He threw a blanket and a cup of hot coffee to him and left. There were people in the field who needed treatment more than him.

——Samuel.

Under the joint treatment of several chanters, the dying Samuel was at least saved, but now he was skin and bones, dying, and his body was pale, like a dried corpse with all the blood sucked out, with blurred consciousness and faint breathing.

After the emergency treatment was completed, he was carried on a stretcher and sent to the hospital.

But when the sunlight from the broken dome fell on Samuel, Samuel, who was fainting on the stretcher, suddenly opened his eyes and let out a scream that was not human.

The sunlight fell on his body, like scorching iron juice, instantly scorching part of his body and turning it into ashes. He suddenly jumped up with strength from nowhere, crawling with his hands and feet, and his movements were incredibly fast, and he hid in the shadows in an instant.

"Thirsty..."

He screamed: "Thirsty! Give me water! Give me water!"

The voice was as sharp as iron wire. At the moment when everyone was stunned, Samuel suddenly jumped up and pounced on the young musician who came to watch the ceremony next to him, and his sharp canine teeth tore his throat.

Drink the spring.

With a loud gurgling sound, blood flowed into his body, making his body recover quickly, becoming strong and ugly, his body was still pale, without a single hair.

Like a ghoul.

"He has changed."

Someone whispered.

Seeing many silent musicians pounce on him, Wolf Flute sighed and patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "Let's go, there is nothing for us here next."

"Samuel has fallen?" Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice.

"Maybe." Lang Di lit a cigarette and said in a muffled voice: "Look, he doesn't look like a human being. The best ending for the rest of his life is to live in the underground palace of the Judgment Tower for the rest of his life."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, "The Judgment Tower has an underground palace?"

"Probably not."

Lang Di shook his head: "Everyone said there is no underground palace, it seems there is no underground palace."

Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant.

"Don't be in a daze, let's go, it's time for us to work."

Lang Di turned around and walked towards the carriage at the door: "We have waited for so long, it should have an effect."

Before he finished speaking, the second roar came.

Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked in the direction behind him.

In the distance, the steel Judgment Tower emitted black smoke and broke a big hole.

——

At this moment, the Judgment Tower was full of corpses.

Char looked at the corpses lying outside the cage in a daze, as if he had seen them somewhere before, and they were very familiar - perhaps in his hallucination, or perhaps in his life.

Those were the guards of the Judgment Tower. They were nice people, although sometimes they were fierce. Two of them had just married and had children. Sometimes Charles would try to get close to them, and when they were happy, they would give Charles cigarettes.

Now they are all dead.

What he saw in the hallucination became reality.

He fell into a trance and completely forgot why he came here. But soon, a loud noise broke out and the iron door shattered.

In the pool of blood outside the door, Constantine walked out of the cage, opened his hands, and let the rescuer put on the black robe for him.

"Wake up, Charles."

Constantine stared at the absent-minded Charles and stretched out his hand:

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the sun."