Silent Crown

Chapter 511 Sword of Judgment

Chapter 511 Sword of Judgment

Countless people had made great sacrifices and suffered a lot of pain and torture. At that cost, the enchantment of the Sacred City was finally recaptured from the abyss!

The highway of God was ready.

The highway of God had been straightened.

Ye Qingxuan heard the bell in his hand ringing. The complicated and ancient melody emerged from the "Final Authority" and poured into his consciousness.

That was…an indescribably magnificent music movement!

Innumerable music theories occupied his soul in an instant, urging his body to play, to sing, and to release the movement that represented miracles.

Thus, in the Central Temple, numerous perception threads stretched out from Ye Qingxuan's body, and accessed the countless keys. He manipulated the unprecedentedly large musical instrument, and lead the pipe organ to create that solemn symphony with unimaginable dexterity and smoothness.

The melody stunned the Sacred City. Countless musicians shouted in shock.

The holy spirits under the ninth level of the earth happened to look up towards the solar disk at the same time.

That was…

"The Ninth Symphony!"

The Ninth Symphony Prelude created by the original King of Red!

From Ye Qingxuan's fingertips, the symphony was performed according to his will in the controlling center of the Central Temple, and it reverberated in the whole steel city. Wherever it passed, all churches, buildings, and facilities echoed in response.

Sacred City!

This was the Sacred City!

The Sacred City had woken up!

The spirituality that had been sleeping in the deepest part of the Sacred City condensed and reemerged. Thousands of bells were ringing at the same time and intertwining into many incredibly magnificent music theories.

Those countless music theories ran in the steel city, like the blood flowing through the body of a giant.

At that moment, the city finally opened its eyes.

As if God's messenger had finally come to the earth.

Behind Ye Qingxuan, the burning holy emblem suddenly expanded and floated between heaven and earth, like a man-made sun!

That was the authority that could only be mastered by the Kings of Red of all ages.

Even if it was only a prelude, it was still powerful enough to call the foundation of the seven schools of musicians—the power represented by the holy ax!

"Holy, Holy, Holy!" In front of the holy emblem that burned like the sun, Ye Qingxuan was immersed in the magnificent music movement. With his will, the angry scream that was as loud as thunder rang between heaven and earth!

"To purify all the poisonous snakes in the name of the holy spirit and fire!"

"To beat them with iron rods and smash them like the crockery of the potters!"

In the enchantment of the Sacred City, the spirituality in the prelude of The Ninth Symphony flew into the consciousness of Ye Qingxuan. He was enabled to separate from the narrow perspective of humanity and endowed with endless lights and heats. He was at the moment overlooking the world!

"Tell those who are here and who are not that this is the only correct principle and gospel in the world! Those who work for it are righteous! Those who died for it can be redeemed!"

He reached out.

Then, above the earth, a trumpet roared.

Numerous burning posts rose abruptly out of the ground, and countless cold silver spikes fell from the sky. Immediately afterward, purified flames spewed out from the burning posts.

From here to there.

From one side of the world to the other side of the world.

Everything that could be seen was on fire.

It was as if the day of judgment had come upon the earth, flames pouring out from the silent ground, giving all sinners equal and merciful purification!

Ye Qingxuan looked up. Behind him, the wheel of the Holy Emblem was revolving with a magnificent and loud sound, as if iron and steel were rubbing against each other.

Then, the enchantment oscillated.

The roaring melody ran from the Central Temple, and then through the action zone, the creation zone, the formation zone, and the outflow zone. Endless light flew out from the solar disk.

Like a waterfall.

Countless rays of light poured into the enchantment, sweeping in all directions. Then the lights ignited the dark clouds in the sky, burned up the dark fog in the abyss, and destroyed all the demons completely!

In the end, the lights went up and then towards the huge shadow that covered the sky...

Cast the Sword of Judgment!

As stated in the Holy Bible, Prepare and straighten the highway of God. Heaven is near, and God will cast the Sword of Judgment into the world through the opened gate!

The blade of the sword revolved in all directions, glowing and bursting out flames. Forward! Forward! Forward!

It would pierce the earth if it encountered the earth. It would light up the sky if it encountered the sky. It was going to break down the nine layers of hell, tear up the endless abyss, and burn off all sins!

Boom!

A huge crack emerged on the trunk of the abyss black branches, running from the front to the back.

Above the trunk, the strange face of Menti had been completely burned into ashes, only leaving a shrill cry spreading out with the pulling out of a shadow.

Immediately afterward, endless light rushed out of the inside of the abyss black branches.

The shadow was torn up from the inside out, and the haze in the abyss was eliminated completely!

Menti's projection in the Physical World was completely destroyed and lost its final foothold.

In the aether sea, the vast trunk that ran through the Physical World and the Aether World collapsed. Even his real body far away in the abyss had suffered irreversible and severe wounds.

The abyss boiled. The abyss black branches rooted in the deepest part of the abyss whined, pulled out a withered branch like a bone, and cast it toward the Physical World with strong hatred!

The target was Ye Qingxuan!

Menti tore off the poisonous branch from his own body. The poisonous branch had grown by absorbing the resentment and poison over thousands of years, and being assimilated by the ultimate source of the Hyakume.

Since Menti was born, he had only made three poisonous branches. The dagger that it gave to Ludovic to assassinate the Pope was one of them.

Now, as a glorious dark minister, he had been tripped up by Ye Qingxuan, and made an even more stupid mistake than Paganini had, which drove him crazy. He wanted to give Ye Qingxuan an unforgettable lesson at any cost!

However, the radiance of the enchantment flowed and gathered in the air in front of Ye Qingxuan.

The melody of Requiem rang through the entire Sacred City.

Holy! Holy! Holy!

The nine layers of holy regions formed in an instant. Even the enchantment that contained all the power of the bell towers moved to block the poisonous branch.

In an instant, the poisonous branch broke the sky and arrived.

Along the way, the aether sea was even smeared with dark green light for that moment.

Immediately afterward, countless rays of light shone. The Sacred City shook. The radiance flowing over the huge enchantment resisted the impact from the poisonous branch. But the branch was alive, and it could even be regarded as a part of Menti. Since it lost its momentum as it came, even most of its power, it reduced into a black light, swaying like a live snake.

Like taking root in a boulder, it wormed its way through the weak part of the music theory, and ran through the enchantment towards the real body of Ye Qingxuan.

In an instant, it penetrated Ye Qingxuan's holy sphere.

One layer, two layers, three layers...

With the fragmentation of the former spheres, new spheres formed again. Ye Qingxuan manipulated the music theories of the bell towers, as if he was resonating with thousands of Master musicians. Thus, it was quite hard to know exactly how many spheres collapsed and reformed in just an instant.

In the end, the sphere had become a long and narrow one, like a box, getting the dim and black light embedded in it.

The poisonous branch couldn't even move a bit.

Like a dragon in a shoal, a tiger in a cage.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pressed on the poisonous black branch through the holy sphere—nature intervention!

Thus, the poisonous branch that contained the essence of Menti's music theories and could be regarded as the quintessence of the abyss trembled, fizzled, and cramped in the box. However, it still couldn't get rid of the music theories of Ye Qingxuan.

In the end, as the holy sphere broke down, it changed into a piece of dead branch which then fell into Ye Qingxuan's hand.

"Such a good stuff." He stared up at the furious Menti in the Aether World and waved with a smile on his face. "You left me such a good gift, dude, even if I made you leave! Okay, please go now, don't hesitate!"

Roaring!

The abyss black branches disappeared.

It was completely silent between heaven and earth.

Ye Qingxuan finally felt relief, and found himself gasping with fatigue.

Finally…

Ended?

No, not really.

The real boss had not yet unveiled his face. Ye Qingxuan had barely driven away a small dog, let alone ended the war.

For the real two parties, this wasn't even the start.

Even so, Ye Qingxuan still felt proud and delighted.

The projection of the abyss black branches in the Physical World was destroyed by the last blow, and it was even driven back to the Aether World .

It was the second dark minister Ye Qingxuan had defeated.

Menti said that in the abyss, there were already four dark ministers who hated him badly. Apart from Paganini, he had no idea who those dark ministers were. If he counted the two incarnations of Hyakume as dark ministers, there would be six of them?

Even Ye Qingxuan himself found it incredible.

It was too bad.

In the meantime, the abundant power and inexhaustible energy just faded like the tides and disappeared. With the end of the Ninth Symphony Prelude, he separated from that marvelous state.

When he recalled what had happened in those dozen seconds, he felt like it was just an illusion.

At that time, Ye Qingxuan had been like an almighty god, manipulating land, water, fire, wind, and nearly everything. But now, the clear memory blurred rapidly.

Like a dispelled dream.

But at least...

He looked down at the final authority in his hand.

The repaired Sacred City enchantment was still in his hands.

"Even such a big fight couldn't draw you out!"

In the core of the Central Temple, he opened his eyes, stretched out his hands, and pressed the keys that surrounded him, whispering, "Let me see... where are you hiding?"

As the hands bounced flexibly, the pipe organ sounded loudly.

In the machine room underneath the Central Temple, the loud sound came back. The hot steam rushed through the pipes like a flood. After running through many diverting valves and pipes, the steam hit the reeds, causing the reeds to burn red, vibrate, and sound loud noises.

Thousands of sharp sounds overlapped. Like the hub of the enchantment, those machines allocated the resources and submitted summarized information to Ye Qingxuan.

Finally, he resaw the huge nebula of the Central Temple.