Silent Crown

Chapter 367 Master of Justicet

Since the front was destroyed, they could only venture into the mine, use the complex paths to escape the pursuers, and find the hidden room with Ye Qingxuan's clues. This was the best solution now and was they were close to success.

However, the closer to success they were, the more humiliated Colt felt. This was the solution he had looked down upon but now, reality proved Ye Qingxuan was correct. This guy who was not even good at Revelations! So who was wrong?

Colt's face twitched. This guy had used his words to lower everyone's morale and led all the musicians to run away with him the moment the fighting started. With all the people they had, they would not have been captured by that dark musician if they had stayed!

He lowered his head. His face hidden in the shadows was livid.

Ever since Heisenberg returned from Anglo, he no longer praised Colt and instead grew distant and cold. Even when Colt broke through the Barrier of Knowledge and made all sorts of accomplishments to prove his talent, he only received four words: I have no successors.

"I'm so envious of Abraham," Colt still remembered how Heisenberg had murmured that day. "If I have a successor like him, the School of the Secret Keepers must have a glorious future, right?" Glorious future…

From that day on, the future of the secret keepers dimmed because the cloud called 'Ye Qingxuan' hung over his head. No matter where he went, those three syllables followed him like a shadow. It wrapped around his ears and took everything from him!

"That's the smell of jealousy. Can you smell it?" Behind him, a blurry face reached out of the shadows. He inhaled deeply around him, his eyes intoxicated. "This sweet and heavy smell like wine…I haven't encountered it in years."

Behind Colt, Crowley came out of the shadows. He gently held Colt's shoulder and said with a soft and curious voice, "Young man, you have not yet fallen. Why is the dark abyss in your heart as deep as the sea?"

"I…" Colt gaped at him. His hand quietly reached into his sleeve and grasped the dagger's hilt. His hand tightened and tightened until it loosened weakly.

"What are you scared of? Me? Or…someone else?"

Crowley chuckled meaningfully. He pressed onto Colt's forehead with an eye-crinkling smile. "I see… The Rock Institute? Why help those old gatekeepers?" He paused, looking down at the shocked Colt. "I allow you to become the concertmaster of the perishing praise within five years."

In the silence, Colt collapsed onto the floor as if all his energy was sucked out. He was covered in cold sweat. He looked at Crowley but saw no reflection in his eyes—only darkness from the abyss.

Colt seemed to have found his true nature in the darkness.

He lowered his head.

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In that moment, Ye Qingxuan and Torre, who had been shaken by the dragon breath, met each other's eyes. Behind them, no more sound came from the shattered front. They could only sense a writhing shadow. It seemed to solidify into a human with thousands of hands, hundreds of feet, crawling over to them. They could not keep going!

Torre tapped his finger onto the air. The emptiness shook. His bloody gray robe suddenly expanded. Blazing light glowed within. Under it, the blood and grayness warped, burned, and transformed into a flame. Hoarse singing rang out from him, guiding aether to descend. A star shone in the black sky and rose gradually. It told of a holy arrival!

The strange youth suddenly looked up. Something murderous flashed past his eyes. Invisible dragon breath surged and tore through the air like a white dragon shooting toward Torre. Everything in its path was pulverized by the iron. However, Torre closed his eyes and started praying.

"Who can bear it when he comes? Who can remain standing when he appears? He is like the fire that smelts gold, the alkali that cleanses one…" As he sang the holy hymn, radiant light fell from the sky, breaking through the dark abyss and falling on everyone. Ye Qingxuan was untouched but the strange youth shook, practically falling to the ground.

The dragon breath dissipated!

All of the aether was forcefully converged into the glow. The power was comparable to how Yunlou Chaoyue had awakened the 'Taiyi' and transformed into the sole master of aether. All white noise and demonic sounds were chased away.

This was the Messiah—the music score that announced the coming of God and Heaven!

This was a specialty of Discipline musicians. After investigating the true nature and rules of aether, they created the discipline way in the School of Abstinence. Thus, they were able to see the patterns of all beings and learned ways to counter them. It was the same faced with Modifications, Illusion, and the dragon breath.

But even for Discipline musicians, performing the Messiah at the Resonance level was still too dangerous. Torre had only chanted the beginning but his body was already burning. His skin cracked apart and blood flowed from his eyes.

The light burst through but flickered like a candle in the wind.

Ye Qingxuan did not waste the precious time Torre fought for him. He unfurled his Jiu Xiao Huan Pei and instrument strings overlapped, abruptly playing a melody.

Sub-originator—activate!

Layers of thunder and lightning overlapped and shot out, carving a complex music score in thin air. The electric score changed with the melody. The image of a moon instantly rose behind Ye Qingxuan.

The music jumped past the overture and straight into the 'main melody.' Without stopping, it swept past 'cold,''calling,''death,''qi', 'soul'…until it reached the eighteenth measure of the main melody—'sword!'

"Moonlight is the symphony of predestination that Teacher could not complete even after he entered the Scepter level," Lola had once said to Ye Qingxuan. "It contains all of his work. And even though 'sword' sounds graceful, it's actually contains ten steps of murder. It's similar to the deadly phenomena of the white rainbow, a comet crashing into the moon, and the black eagle who assassinated the emperor. All of Teacher's murderous wishes are put into this measure."

Thus, the image of moonlight turned black like a steel curtain of black clouds. The clouds wavered as if they were inside a thunderstorm.

The sword! Moonlight broke through the clouds, falling down like a sword!

The cold light swept across. Nothing in its path was harmed but the implied negativity disappeared. All sadness, fear, and coldness vanished. All that remained was the flashing sword of moonlight.

The moonlight broke through!

In that instant, the boy shook. He forcefully broke free from Messiah's halo. Torre spat out blood and stumbled back. However, the boy sensed danger and looked up. Golden fire burned in his eyes. Scales appeared on his limbs and his fingernails sharpened. Digging into the stones, he charged at Ye Qingxuan before the moonlight fell.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and roared, "Mordred, you dare disobey me?!" The voice was not like his at all. It was hoarse and low, seeming to contain endless hysteria and fury—this was the roar from crazy King Arthur who had paced through Avalon's Shadow for centuries!

This voice had given Ye Qingxuan immense fear in Avalon's Shadow. This was why he remembered it. As the voice sounded, the sub-originator in Ye Qingxuan's heart—the core of Avalon's enchantment—radiated with the king's aura.

"Ah!" Terrified screams broke out.

The boy's movements suddenly stopped. His face filled with fear as if he was swallowed by a nightmare. He screamed deliriously and scrambled on the ground as the deadly moonlight sword fell down!

Silently, the moonlight blade cut through his shoulders, piercing into his chest and nailing him to the ground. Cold moonlight entered his body and spread, fusing into his blood. It transformed into thousands of tiny blades, tainting his blood, destroying his organs, and turning him to dust from the inside out.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts…" On the ground, the boy named Mordred rolled and writhed in pain. He scratched at his chest, tearing his flesh as he tried to dig out the nonexistent moonlight. However, specks of cold moonlight wrapped around his body, turning his organs into dust again and again, and they died away and regenerated.

Like a real kid, he rolled in pain without even thinking of fighting back.

"Daddy, don't hit me… I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry… Don't lock me up, I'm scared…" Mordred wailed, rolling on the ground. He cried, "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Don't hit me, daddy, my head hurts…"

The dragon breath turned into destructive electric light, shooting up to the sky! Under the light, Mordred transformed into a demi-dragon. He lowered his head and dragon breath poured from his mouth. This was the true nature of the dragon's destructiveness. Not even he himself could stop it.

Half of his body along with the moonlight dimmed in an instant. But then it grew rapidly, flesh growing and bones extending. The blood of the red dragon had given him endless vitality, causing him to grow wilder!

"Split up!" Ye Qingxuan only had the time to stuff his bag into Miller's hands. "Don't worry about me and go to the mine! Everything to open the room is in here! I'll find you guys after I get rid of this beast!"

Without waiting for Miller's response, he activated the Governor and rushed toward the other direction. Mind-numbing murderous intent followed, whistling past. He heard a string cracking sounds. It was the furious Mordred crashing through layers of obstacles.

Ye Qingxuan looked back. The sight he saw made the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight. Mordred had transformed into a dragon completely. He was chasing with blood-red eyes.

"Daddy, don't go!" it roared hysterically. "Let me kill you! Let me kill you! I'm going to! Kill! You!"

Boom!

Ye Qingxuan's vision went dark and he flew out. In the air, he felt himself get hit at least ten times. Each time was enough to pulverize him. If he had not activated Holy in time, he would be a mass of blood now, raining onto Auschwitz's dry dirt. Maybe there would be flowers here next year. But before he could keep thinking nonsense, he smashed into the ground. He rolled and finally crashed into a burning home.

In the next moment, the flames were extinguished by Mordred's dragon breath. Furious, he grabbed Ye Qingxuan. His red eyes were murderous. He raised his other hand, about to scratch his face into shredded flesh!

"Mordy…" A hand reached out of the darkness and tapped the back of his head. "Stop."

The sharp claws stopped.

Mordred abruptly came out of his dragon state. Losing all strength, he collapsed onto the ground. His eyes were blank like a broken doll.

The hooded musician walked out of the darkness and picked Mordred up by the neck as if he was a pet. Then he looked down at Ye Qingxuan's pathetic state and tsked. "Such a small world. My friend, you always surprise me."

"The feeling is mutual." Ye Qingxuan coughed and tried to catch his breath. He looked up at this 'old friend.'"Naberius, aren't you dead?"

"The musician's stage is cruel, my friend. Every important character needs the skill of faking deaths. Coincidentally, I'm the best at this." Naberius lifted his hood, revealing the familiar face with an arched eyebrow. "How about it? Are you surprised?"

"Surprised your *ass," Ye Qingxuan swore weakly. "Why are you always here? You're so annoying!"

Naberius sighed and scratched his head awkwardly. "I couldn't help it. The abyss has a shortage of people and I have a shortage of money so I had to come work." He suddenly changed the topic and his expression grew more cheerful, "However, compared to the destruction before, we're here as lofty masters of justice this time!"

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan could not help but scoff. "Justice? Since when do dark musicians have the right to talk about justice with me? Is it justice to turn people into demons?"

Naberius glanced at him with a strange expression, smiling but not smiling. "You…don't think that no one discovered when the Sacred City did those small things to Auschwitz, right? Who do you think asked us to come and save the Romulusians from the disaster?"

In that moment, Ye Qingxuan froze. He had guessed the answer but he did not believe it.

"That's right! The answer is…" Features dancing, Naberius uttered the name, "The elder of Auschwitz, the last saint of the Romulusians—Caligula!"