Silent Crown

Chapter 350 Hellhound

Chapter 350 Hellhound

Boom!

Everyone saw it in an instant. Light continued to burst from the scepter. If it shone like the sun before, now they had entered a holy realm. Burning light was everywhere. All mundanes were about to be purified to nothingness! The saint's hoarse singing resounded on the ground as if it was in the sky. The air was filled with the majestic praises of Romulus.

"Ye Qingxuan…" Colt turned around in shock.

He saw Ye Qingxuan's faintly discernible connection to the saint, as well as Ye Qingxuan's explosive waves of aether. Colt sensed an immense cold shadow emerge from the youth's chest and then disappear. Like a sliver of moonlight amongst the black clouds, it was distant and untouchable.

However, the saint seemed to have taken a tonic or something. It instantly went all out, singing the symphony of predestination powerfully. The glorious territory was completely activated! Everyone was at the brink of defeat…

Colt knew without thinking that Ye Qingxuan was messing around. "*sshole! What are you doing?!" But he had no time to care about Ye Qingxuan. He felt the light burn above his head like a tidal wave. Something was coming. The Eclogues resounded throughout the palace.

Under everyone's stares, the saint rose into the air. The cracked scepter transformed into the blazing sun, illuminating everything under it. Countless shadows emerged from the light, looking down like deities.

The ground shook. Covered by the light, the silent palace erupted into cheers. Layers of stone steps suddenly appeared on the walls. Countless shadows in white robes appeared on the steps. They watched the musicians fight against the Romulusian military, dancing and cheering.

This moment and location under the scepter's territory was no longer the quiet and empty palace. It had transformed into the location of the sacred battle that the Romulusians had built in legends. It was the Romulusian Arena!

From its construction to after it was destroyed by natural catastrophes, countless gladiators, beasts, and musicians had fought and killed in competition. Countless men had either died under the eyes of the audience or seized victory and sat onto the throne.

This was a sacred place to all Romulusians. It was a paradise for warriors and competitors.

However, under the cheers and praises of the audience, the clay warriors now threw their heads back and yelled, raising their swords and spears. Their already-muscular bodies expanded again. Their hair burned like fire and they walked across the earth, banging on their shields with the swords and roaring in unison.

The shadows of a bull and eagle appeared above the formation. According to legends, the Romulusians were descendants of gods. However, these clay soldiers seemed to have truly transformed into the descendants of gods now. Their roars were like thunder, their movements like wind. Their power had more than doubled.

They instantly destroyed dozens of musician shields. The faltering defense line was practically washed away. If some musicians had not taken out their strongest defense music scores, they would have been completely defeated.

The scepter's glorious territory was still rising… It would be much more powerful if the symphony completely unfolded. If the territory was completely constructed, the audience would also contain priests, nobles, and the emperor. At that time, the duelists would also have to fight against giants, phantom beasts, and even true spirits that walked off the altars to battle against the mortals!

But at that moment, everything stopped. It should not have stopped.

A fatal crack appeared in the singing. It was as if someone had suddenly clamped around its throat. A horrible hole appeared in the music theory. A new crack appeared in the already-cracked scepter in the saint's hand! The light flickered and the territory shook.

If the army had seemed to be drugged and abnormal before, they were even more drugged up now. The drugs changed but quickly went back to normal. It was so fast it was imperceptible but the changes could not escape Colt's eyes.

"That's how it is…" Finally dawning on him, he understood what Ye Qingxuan was trying to do.

That guy was not trying to damage the symphony of predestination. Fighting against a saint's symphony was laughable. The backlash from touching the music theory's structure could break down his mind and implode.

Rather than damaging it, Ye Qingxuan was fixing it…

Right now, the territory was like an ancient clock from Hermes's shop. After thousands of years, many of its pieces had stopped working due to the lack of maintenance. It was able to operate now and then, but if it had to keep operating without changing its parts, there would be problems sooner or later.

Ye Qingxuan had somehow assimilated into the symphony and purposely used very crappy and crude ways to fix the holes and damages that he saw. There would definitely be many side effects in the future but now, he pushed the music theory to move and perform the climax of the music piece!

There would not be any problems in the meantime. In fact, it might even feel smooth but once the symphony reached the climax, various problems would arise in the vast music theory system.

It was okay to make an old guy take a walk. However, it would be interesting if one made the old guy put on knee pads, take some stimulants, and go run a marathon!

Crack! Another jagged crack appeared on the scepter but the strength of the territory increased again. The soldiers shone with tangible light. They had all seemed to turn into gold like in Middle Eastern legends.

God's power operated on the earth. There would be horrible after-effects, but the power now was undeniable. Colt practically broke his teeth while clenching his jaw. Ye Qingxuan was gambling everyone's lives! It was like a bunch of amateur athletes had to survive until the old decathlon winner died!

This time, Colt was not even fifty percent sure. While his expression changed, the symphony rose to another level.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Three cracks appeared on the scepter at once but the sea of light was unfaltering! Even the sun was on the brink of falling…

All the musicians trembled. Their gut instincts told them to bow down. This was beyond the Distortion level—the scepter was brewing true godly power!

"We really can't avoid it?" At the front, Torre gazed at the aggressive sunlight and sighed. Looking toward his brother, he waved lightly. "Casper, come here."

Enshrouded by layers of beastly mouths, Casper seemed to hear him. He twisted around and scampered over on all limbs like a black wolf.

Torre reached out and he stopped. Torre placed his hand on his forehead. "I'm sorry, Casper," he murmured with eyes lowered.

Thin rings of music notes appeared on Torre's wrist. They spun and fastened until they meandered to Casper's face. Chains of music notes dove into Casper's features until they reached his bones. There, they connected into a music theory and the aether transformed into a key.

Torre closed his eyes and the 'key' began to rotate.

[Surface humanity seal – Unlocked]

Casper stiffened but his limbs began convulsing. The light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit until it sank into darkness. In the last moment, he stared at Torre. His lips opened as if he was speaking. His thin and unclear voice called, "Brother…" When he opened his eyes again, they were startling red.

Overlapping roars sounded from the empty air around him. Countless mournful wails appeared without stop as if thousands and thousands of beasts were killing each other. This was the elegy of beasts dying and demons being reborn!

Countless beasts continued to die but the beastly nature were reborn in Casper's body, controlling him with the humanity's seal. Fiery red shadows appeared in the aether sea.

Strong resonance shot out from Casper's body and stirred the aether sea as he roared. The resonance reflected upon the fiery shadow which then covered his body. The frail youth expanded, changed, and burst with lava-like firelight.

The destructive firelight blinded all who saw. The slovenly youth had vanished, replaced with a ball of fire that shot to the sky. Amongst the flames, a giant dragon-like tail swept across. Black hair flowing with lava followed. The hairs writhed like venomous snakes.

Next, three giant heads spitting sulfur rose from the fire. Black venom dripped from their mouths, falling onto the ground and eroding the tiles with crackles. The poisonous aura spread. The Romulusian warriors eroded and quickly lost the strength from the legend, returning back to normal…

Four eyes on the skull searched around. When its gaze reached there, it froze and stiffened.

The firelight expanded and transformed into the gates to hell. The manmade demon that resulted from centuries of Summoning musicians' work walked out of the fire. It roared!

This was beastly nature that no human could control. Merely looking at it would make one cave in and tremble from fear.

It was the Hellhound!