Silent Crown

Chapter 169 Despicable Demon!

Chapter 169 Despicable Demon!

Seeing that the descending shadow was about to steal his sign, the robin roared mournfully, "In your dreams!" As he roared, an endless wave of black birds flew from his sleeves. These black robins spread their wings and soared into the sky with angry caws. As the phosphorescent insects continued to dance, the robins were painted with a layer of firelight. The flames were ice blue and radiated with frigidity. Everything in the path of these cold flames, even the stone tiles, were turned to mud. This was what the phantom beast Robin truly looked like!

"Really?" Faced with the wave of robins, Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and smiled. Between his teeth, the Crystal of Virtue glittered.

With a crack, he broke and swallowed half of the crystal. Then he gripped his cane and showed the gem on the cane to the robin. Lightning flashed through the gem, as if it was a projection of a thunderous world. "Do not turn the three realms into ashes!"

In the next moment, the black clouds over Avalon city resonated with his voice. The gods had been angered! Lightning poured from the cane like a tsunami. It swallowed the cold flames and transformed the entire laboratory into a hell of furious electric light. The extreme light and heat illuminated all the demons.

"Holmes!" The robin’s expression changed dramatically, and he squeezed out the words from his mouth. "You b*stard…"

He charged forward, not caring that he was rushing toward destructive lightning. He was going to charge and take back his Blood Path sign, even if there was the risk of being turned to ashes.

The destructive light swallowed everything.

When the light faded, Ye Qingxuan was on the ground. Even with the Crystal of Virtue, the extreme blood loss still made it hard to breathe. On the other hand, the robin was burnt to crisp and badly injured. But he held the blood light in his hands. He had gotten the sign to the Blood Path!

"Haha haha!" Even though he had fallen to this sad state, he still could not hold in his laughter when he saw Ye Qingxuan. "You can try to take it but it’s mine! Mine!"

"Really?" Ye Qingxuan chuckled and raised his hand, showing the robin what was in it. "Then what’s this?"

The laugher cut off abruptly. The robin gaped at what was in Ye Qingxuan’s hand and then back at his own blood light. What was this?!

Ye Qingxuan held a blood light identical to what the robin had! In the moment of fighting, the blood light had been split into two? The robin took one half, while the other was now Ye Qingxuan’s! They split it equally?

"What the f*ck!" The robin could not accept this reality…F*cking why? He had worked so hard for five years, putting in mental and physical work, planning and strategizing, pressured by the Royal family and the Shaman’s attacks. He had risked being caught by the Royal Musicians, and finally had hope for success…but now someone else had taken half the reward! How was this fair?! And he did not know if he could activate the Blood Path with just half the sign!

The bloody light finally dissipated in Ye Qingxuan’s hand, revealing its true shape. It was a crystal clear ornament, like a conch carved from jade.

"You b*stard! Give me the sign!" the robin roared, gripping his half of the conch. "You think you’re good enough to take my things?!"

"Of course. The treasures of the world belong to the virtuous!" Ye Qingxuan stuffed the conch into his pocket shamelessly. "This was my bench in a past life. It belongs in my pocket. Don’t even think about taking it. And anyway, you dark musicians have wretched lives. Do you think you can handle it?"

"You—you…" Under the mask, the robin’s face turned purple in anger. His vision had gone dark, and he felt the urge to cough up blood.

"Silence!" Ye Qingxuan interrupted, glaring at him. "You despicable demon, how dare you fight with me? Do you feel no shame?!"

"Good, good!" The robin cackled in anger. He listened to the commotion coming from afar, as well as the Royal musician’s music, and his eyes hardened. "Even if you have half of the sign, you might not be able to keep it…"

Shrill music came from his broken sleeves, and the dying embers on the ground shook abruptly. Fiery blue robins jumped from the flames as if a gate had been opened. Hundreds upon thousands of robins flew out endlessly. They spread their wings, grouped, and swarmed toward Ye Qingxuan!

Ye Qingxuan’s expression changed. He raised his cane to activate Indra’s Eye again, but the surging fire suddenly shook and disappeared. The robin had vanished in the dissipating flames…He escaped?

Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He let out a sigh in relief, but he was still a bit upset. "Where’s your courage?" he thought. "I saw you as a man and was going to fight to the death!" But then he realized what the guy had wanted to do. How could he forget? There was still trouble here…

He raised his head slowly and glanced at the one-armed figure. The crippled arm was regenerating from the flesh. Ye Qingxuan looked at the blood-red conch in his pocket and then at the sharp sword peeking out of the other’s sleeve.

He sighed. "No way, more fighting?" The sword thrusted toward him!

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"It’s so funny seeing dogs fighting each other!" In a hidden room, the robin watched coldly at the fighting figures in the water mirror. He sneered. "I don’t care if it’s the Professor, Holmes, or those Royal musicians. They won’t get it!"

"The sign was stolen?" The remains of a head trembled in his hands and shook off the hallucinatory frost. A bloody eye opened. Red Eye had escaped from the cage.

"Just half of it." The robin swallowed the expensive medicine and his burnt skin began to flake off, his flesh regenerating. He stared coldly at Red Eye. "What use are you if a mere illusion can trap you?"

"A mere illusion? That’s the winter hell created by the Saint Schubert. In its full extent, it can leave a reflection in the aether world!" Red Eye said hoarsely. "If the Professor hadn’t been defeated by the satanic eye, I would’ve probably died in there. I can’t believe he has weaknesses like that. This guy’s powers keep fluctuating…"

"Whatever." The robin’s eyes were icy. "Awaken your spare body."

Red Eye was taken aback. Hesitation flashed past his eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Is there anything more important than the Blood Path sign now? Do you want those royal musicians to take everything we’ve accomplished?" The robin gazed at him gravely. "Awaken the spares and activate the praise ritual."

Under that stare, Red Eye hesitated but acquiesced. "…As you wish, my lord."

As Red Eye chanted quietly, the Codex Calixtinus opened slowly. It reached its peak in an instant. The ritual book that depicted the feast in Hell and chaotic killing had nothing in the end. There was only a black eye. It seemed to stare into the human world from a deep abyss. The messy sketch harnessed an immeasurable amount of wild darkness.

"The long night has arrived," he heard something murmur from the abyss.