Silent Crown

Chapter 369 Something Flying in the Sky!

After a period of time that was not long but felt like eternity, Ye Qingxuan finally heard a raspy voice say, "Ye Qingxuan, it's your turn."

He was instantly tied up and covered in shackles and chains. As if he was the source of some pollution, he was also covered in two layers of what looked like body bags. Then he was carried by two strange demi-dragons to the altar. He only realized that he had been locked inside a cellar when he was carried out.

All that remained in Auschwitz was death. Among the corpses, he could see black 'cocoons' everywhere. The sleeping souls within the cocoons were slowly transforming to receive their new life.

After tonight, there would be a new race in the abyss. Hyakume's status amongst the natural catastrophes would rise again. He was close to ruling over the others. If these things really had upper and lower positions, that was.

The demi-dragons carrying him were one of the abyss races. This race had appeared hundreds of years ago in the Dark World. They combined different demonic traits and created a new race and society. Many musicians were born from them and they showed signs of establishing a kingdom like the moon spirits.

However, most demi-dragons had low intelligence. They could not even be compared to a child. They were also aggressive, competitive, and loved to fight. However, they were loyal and thus liked by dark musicians. They were often hired as part of their retinue.

Though they were demi-dragons, they were more like lizards. They did not have talents like the 'dragon breath.' They had natural hard scales and could pass down their memories to their descendants. All of them could be soldiers. Such as the two carrying Ye Qingxuan.

Soon, a disgusting scent hit him in the face. The smell of rotting blood was extremely familiar and forced Ye Qingxuan to recall many unhappy memories. There was also the faint smell of mercury and sulfur.

The dark musicians ordered the two demi-dragons to force Ye Qingxuan to the ground. Shackles went around his hands and feet, chaining him into place. Rings were put around him into an alchemy array. He could vaguely see the complex music theory from the abyss.

There were many other musicians around him with the same treatment. However, they were all pale-faced and glared furiously at Colt in the distance.

An old musician who looked like a night owl went up and checked all of them. He cackled. "All are high quality. Colt, your information is pretty good!"

"You flatter me. I'm just trying my best." Colt nodded. "It's great that I can contribute to the perishing praise."

Night Owl laughed. "Don't worry, the leader will definitely remember you when this succeeds. At that time, he will ask the lord to transform you personally. The last one who was given this honor is still the lead priest of Anglo!"

Colt chuckled quietly but did not reply. However, the musicians who still had some sanity left started yelling and cursing. If Colt had not revealed their information, they would not have been caught so easily. Colt acted as if he could not hear. He injected the louder ones with tranquilizers until they went blank.

The room returned to silence.

No longer looking at them, Colt walked to the corner. He gazed as if enjoying the view. However, he froze for some reason, as if seeing something scary. Ye Qingxuan, who had been sneaking glances, thought it strange. He could even see…fear in Colt's eyes? But Colt's expression quickly went back to normal and he stepped into the shadows.

The night-owlish musician rubbed his hands. Lighting incense, he prepared the transformation ritual while muttering to himself, "I've been saying that the faceless actors are unreliable. They ruined the transformation array in the northern inn and wasted all my efforts. Now I have to do it all over again. And that, Ye Qingxuan…which one's Ye Qingxuan?"

Hearing this, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and pretended to be dead. However, this was useless. The old man still found him. He coughed awkwardly and opened his eyes. "What do you want from me?"

"You're Ye Qingxuan?" The old musician studied him and cackled. "You look handsome. No wonder Lord Naberius thinks so highly of you."

"Hey, don't say nonsense!" Ye Qingxuan almost spat out blood. "No one wants to be thought of highly by him, alright?"

The man cocked his head. He took out a bone from his pocket and munched on it like a snack. The action gave one the chills.

"Don't worry. Lord Naberius has requested that you'll have the best transformation. Your materials are ten times better than everyone else. When you're done, you'll be the next black star!" His features danced as he spoke, "When you're successful and still haven't forgotten me, please take care of this old man."

Ye Qingxuan's face twisted. "No, no, no, I take revenge for the littlest things. You're so ugly, I'll definitely kill your entire family when I'm successful! So what if you let me go now or reconsider?"

"Haha, that's what everyone says but it's all different after the transformation." Mr. Night Owl patted his shoulders. "You'll like the feeling." This time, he got up without waiting for a reply. He grabbed a bone staff from his assistant and hit the air as if it was a gong.

Boom! Drumbeats resounded. It felt as if the staff had fallen on their skulls. Everyone's vision went black and the world spun; they practically lost their sanity. The drum sounded again and again like muffled thunder. Each beat was agitating, making one nauseous and muddled. Hallucinations appeared in their minds; they could barely control themselves.

Ye Qingxuan was the most clear-headed of them all.

However, that probably was not a good thing right now. He was forced to watch a dark cloud rise from the array, creating various hallucinations, and slowly close in on them. This was the gift and transformation of the deep abyss. Once swallowed by it…Ye Qingxuan would probably have to live the rest of his life hiding around.

No, the moment his transformation succeeded, he would probably be burned to dust by the moonlight within him! He really did not want to try such a sad death.

He suddenly had an idea…

"Ah! Save me!" Ye Qingxuan suddenly started yelling with a pale face under the solemn drumbeats and satanic chants. "Oh no! A hairy and ugly—uh, no! It's just—something bad is gonna happen!"

The drum stopped abruptly.

The old night owl looked over with furrowed brows. The captured musicians looked over too. Their eyes contained hidden anticipation, waiting to see his amazing trick to turn the tides. Under those complex gazes, Ye Qingxuan was covered with cold sweat. He pointed to the sky with difficulty.

"Look, there's something strange flying in the air! It looks like a disc. It even glows!"

Awkward silence. Everyone looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"You…" Night Owl glanced at him in disbelief. "You really think someone would be stupid enough to look?"

"Uh, you won't?" Ye Qingxuan looked away in embarrassment. "Then I'll try something else?"

Everyone's expressions changed. They were hard to describe but basically carried the message, f*cking dumb*ss.

Night Owl sighed and raised his bone staff. "Continue the ritual! Everyone work harder and transform this annoying guy first!"

The rumbling drum sounded again. And Ye Qingxuan started screaming again. "Help! There's seriously a situation! Look behind you, seriously! Someone's trying to stab your back. Look, he even took his knife out…No seriously, I'm the b*stard child of the Anglo royalty. If you let me go, we can work together and get rich, alright?

"One of my bros is doing well in Burgundy. Don't you want to get to know him? Let me go and anything's okay! Hey!" He spouted nonsense but the dark musicians were unmoved. They sped up the transformation ritual instead. He felt that he was swallowed by the darkness already. Nothing he could say was useful now.

It was true what the old proverbs said: when in doubt just do it; life or death is nothing, longitudinal just do it. He did not know what 'longitudinal' meant, but basically, just do it!

He would just do it!

Something flashed past his eyes and the moonlight within him gradually glowed. The sub-originator was inside his body, after all, and its roots were in his blood. If the dark musicians were so powerful, why didn't they rip his chest open and check his heart?

The sleeping sub-originator was activated. It pulsed with his heart like a drum, agitated yet heavy. Moonlight appeared in his blood instantly and flowed through his body.

Within a second, it was as if he had run thousands of meters. Sweat evaporated and his muscles swelled. It felt like his body would explode. As his veins cracked, strands of blood met in the air, transforming into pure moonlight. It flashed, removing the shackles on him.

Ye Qingxuan felt his mind clearing. He recovered his sense of aether and jumped up, moonlight burning around him. Under the light's calling, something whistled through the air and fell into Ye Qingxuan's hands. It snapped open and turned into overlapping instrument strings.

Jiu Xiao Huan Pei had come. It pierced into the transformation array and disrupted the music theory. The ritual came to a screeching halt.

The drumbeats shook. The old night owl stepped back under the counterattack. Eerie green light shot from his eyes. "No wonder Naberius thinks highly of you. You tipped the scales so easily. But sadly, you can't esc—"

Before the last syllable fell from his lips, it was replaced by the sound of black organs shattering and a scream. Behind him, someone forced a dagger into his heart. Before the blade, all alchemy equipment and shields collapsed. Wild waves rippled through the body, mixing the internal organs and destroying the sound of heart.

One shot kill!

Night Owl tried to look back blankly but someone held his head. He did not even know who killed him before he died.

The corpse fell, revealing Colt behind it.

"There's something flying in the sky?" He looked at Ye Qingxuan disdainfully. "That's a horrible excuse."