Silent Crown

Chapter 371 Whale Fall

Half an hour ago, the clattering of hooves sounded in the barren fields outside Auschwitz. A dark stallion walked through the field. The knight was covered in armor without an inch of skin showing. The heavy armor was created from hundreds of detailed yet hefty pieces. Rather than seeming fat and cumbersome on him, it looked like another layer of skin or a sharp skeleton outside the body. He carried a black kite shield covered in gashes and scratches. One could vaguely see the design of two keys.

This was the representative of the Sacred City.

The two overlapping keys represented the joining of heavenly and human power, expressing that the pope had indisputably high status.

A bladeless sword hung at the knight's waist. The hilt was narrow and all forty centimeters was pure black. It clanged against the leg armor as the stallion moved. The crisp sound seemed neither powerful nor fierce.

"Sir, this way," a fawning voice said. A ragged old man carried a lantern and walked quickly beside the horse, guiding it. "Sir, let me guide you."

The entire way, this old guy kept talking nonsense while the knight kept silent. The old man's words were extremely dramatic. Even if he saw a crack, he would exclaim, "Ah, watch out, sir!" When the stallion crossed the crack, he would praise, "Sir, you are so impressive. You've worked hard!"

The knight remained silent.

In the still wilderness, the man and horse walked forward in solitude. After a long while, the knight suddenly stopped his steed. He looked down at the old man beside him. "Mr. Caligula."

The man halted and looked up. "Sir, how can I help you?"

"Here will be enough." The knight looked down at his small meter for a while before putting it away.

Knowing his place, Caligula took a few steps back. The knight grasped his sword with both hands and raised it to his eyes. With a spin, a holy chime seemed to sound in the distance. Blazing flames rushed from the sword! The dark night was suddenly illuminated by the blinding light. The blade of flame that spanned countless meters rotated slowly. When it shot up to the sky, the blazing light swallowed the knight.

Grasping the sword of light, he raised it to the sky. The blade flickered and changed its length to an unknown rhythm as if calling out to the distance. Then hundreds of thousands of whales started singing above the black clouds. It was a thunderous rumble from thousands of meters above the sky.

The dust on the earth shook and hundreds of waves rippled through the sea-like clouds. Under this majestic thunder, fire was ignited above the blackness. It was as if hundreds of meteorites were burning and about to fall.

The steel curtain of clouds was torn apart. A black shadow rode the flames and broke through the long night. It pressed down slowly and hung in the air.

There were suddenly dozens of suns. Under the blazing light, the entire world was covered in a layer of silver white iron. Above the flames, a giant object covered the entire sky. The iron dazzled, turning the entire sky metallic.

Like a group of whales, countless flying ships migrated from the endless sea and rode the wild wind into this wilderness. Using invisible technology and secret collaborations between alchemists from various countries, the Sacred City created this terrifying fleet that could soar through the skies. It was Knights Templar!

Explosive thunder rumbled in the air. Among them, countless black dots fell from the largest Holy ship like rain. These were landing capsules that did not contain any deceleration measures. They crashed toward the earth, tearing the air apart. They burned red from the friction with whistles that sounded like roars. The earth shook. Rumbles sounded continuously like the wail from dying whales.

It was the whale fall!

As the world shook, a landing capsule landed before the knight. The cabin door opened, releasing scalding steam. A burly figure walked out of the white steam. He was covered entirely in solemn armor. The bronze and dark gold on him wove into a holy emblem. He looked like the iron men who guarded the throne in the Holy Temple. His servants walked out of the cabin and helped him put on the heavy chainsaw sword and large shield.

The iron knight stood on the wilderness under the blazing light, casting a vast shadow on the earth. Before him, the guidance knight lowered onto one knee. He lowered his head with the respect of a follower to a god.

"His Excellency Bann," he reported solemnly. "I await your orders."

The iron giant slowly opened his mask, revealing a coldly handsome face. He nodded slowly and looked over. "Elder Caligula."

"I'm here, here!" The old man came over and put on a smile. "My lord, how can I help you?"

"Before coming, his majesty the Pope requested for me to take the utmost care for everything related to Auschwitz and to not harm the innocent. However, we arrived too late." Bann looked behind him to the city covered in darkness. "Do you have any suggestions now?"

"How can an old guy like me have any suggestions?" Caligula shrugged. "We've been watched by dark musicians for so many years. Isn't Knights Templar here to save us now? I have nothing to say. I hope that you can act without holding back."

Bann looked down at him. "Even if we kill all Romulusians who had turned into demons?"

"Sir, that's nothing," Caligula said softly as he bent over. "With something like war, casualties must happen. If my family and brethren can break free from the natural catastrophe, then all sacrifices are worth it. I just hope the Sacred City can remember our sacrifices."

"Of course, all sacrifices should be remembered." Bann gave him one last glance. "But I hope you understand that you won't be the only one making sacrifices." He turned and gazed at the dark city in the distance. He raised his sword; the chainsaw blade shone with the light of god.

"Holy Choir, ready!" he commanded gravely. His voice was like steel and it echoed in the air. The iron whales responded one after another and shone.

"Battle Mass!"

The world was stifled. Under the solidified wind, a hoarse song began. This was a sacred song that announced the gospel from heaven. Thus, God's apostle told the mortals, "I am here, not for peace, but to call you to arms." Soon, God's apostle would shake the heavens, earth, the sea, and the nations!

A grand melody sounded along with the drums and instruments. It filled the air with bells and resounded in all directions. The bell at the peak of the Sacred City rang; countless bells followed. Ripples started in the aether sea.

The bells traveled into the aether world, awakening the holy city within flames. In the sacred resting place, countless burning souls opened their eyes. They sang hoarsely and joined the majestic battle mass.

In that moment, holy light fell upon the darkness in Auschwitz. A crack appeared in the black sky like a path to heaven. Thus, heavenly light shone under the Holy Choir's grave singing!

However, the glow was neither warm nor merciful. It was cold as steel and full of murder. The darkness began shaking under the light. Cracks appeared on the dark atrium from the holy light.

The Garment of Original Sin was burning and crying out like countless dying demons. Between the sky and earth, between the light and darkness, a flat and blurry crack seemed to appear. This was the battlefield of countless music theories.

The temperament was distorting; the boundary between existence and nonexistence was blurring. The foundation of the material world was torn apart and dragged into the aether current, dying in the quakes.

The center of this was Auschwitz. The high walls shattered instantly, caving in, revealing the burning city.

Countless figures soared into the sky instantly. The hiding dark musicians now went into coherence to fight against the battle mass. Immediately after, a wind tunnel from the abyss opened. The Dark Gaia's flesh appeared from the ashes. It transformed into countless statues and rushed toward the Knights Templar fleet.

Bann looked at the wailing city. He raised his hand and commanded, "Falling Star!"

A roaring music score played under the help of Modifications musicians and alchemy arrays. The immense meteorites from the aether world came forth. They passed through the nine levels of the aether sea and crashed toward the material world.

They passed through the dying 'flesh enchantment' and exploded with light! This was an attack that burned and killed everyone it touched. Everything was shrouded in destruction. Both friend and foe.

"Yezi, I'm sorry…" Bann murmured. He pulled down his mask and climbed onto his steed under clangs. The war stallion whinnied. Sparks flew from its nostrils and its eyes were blood red. Its whinny sounded like a dragon's roar.

"Notify the second legion…" The chainsaw sword in Bann's hand lit up in flames, transforming into the blade of God's punishment. Hoisting it, he declared, "Prepare for Whale Fall!"

Countless black dots fell from the fleets again like a thunderstorm. The Knights Templar descended from the sky. The moan of the Whale Fall filled the sky.

God's apostles had sounded the horn of slaughter!