Silent Crown

Chapter 517 Holy Relic

Chapter 517 Holy Relic

Boom!

The abyss raged.

The majestic might blew out of the cracks and hit the body of the Hecatoncheir.

No one had seen this before—the scene in which "life" was ignited. Thousands of means of death overlapped at this moment, and then were imposed on the Hecatoncheir.

If death could be quantified, then the death which came for the Hecatoncheir would have been enough to turn all humans, birds, beasts, and even plants in an entire country into ashes.

Death, rebirth, death, rebirth, death, rebirth...

It was a cycle of hellish tortures.

Ye Lanzhou was expressionless.

"Rawr!!!"

Ludovic roared, and the abyss shook with him.

But this time, the intention of Ludovic was easier to understand than before.

Let go of him!

Ye Lanzhou smiled and shook his head slightly.

"You just figured it out. Isn't it a bit late?"

There was light.

-

On the North Ice Field of Asgard.

At midnight, it was as bright as midday.

In the sky, clouds that had lingered here for thousands of years, glowed like iron and lit a fire in the sky.

Endless shards of ice and snow, like blades, fell from the sky with the coldness that could sting a human's soul.

The snow and ice whirled and drifted in the hurricane and fell to the ground again.

Sp only a fragile white land was left between heaven and earth .

Only the faint flames above the barriers danced, burning, with a thread of black smoke rising upward. But with thousands of flames, there were thousands of threads of black smoke. The smoke stretched in the hurricane and interwove together, then disappeared in the air.

Like a burning soul that disappeared in the wind.

In the white world, it was scarlet everywhere on the smoky ground. Those frozen blood layers piled on top of the snowfield and overlapped with each other. After centuries, they were still as scarlet as before.

The dead people left their blood and souls here, which turned into the frozen blood layers.

Now those scarlet layers were moistened with new blood, as if they turned alive. They were like ashes that had been rekindled, flames with the glorious light of death.

It was breathtaking.

By contrast, the innumerable dead bodies that had lost their lives on the snowfield were insignificant.

Those dead bodies belonged to the innumerable demons.

As soon as those demons set foot on the snowfield, they encountered an unpredictable power of terror and were destined to die.

It was the same even to those terrible heaven catastrophes.

Right in the middle of the snowfield, at the deepest part of the cobweb covered by ice and snow, a giant monster that was half-human, half-spider still kept its original standing posture.

But it was dead for good.

Still burning.

With the blood as fuel, the blue flames danced over its head, but there was no temperature or even light.

It was like an illusion.

The monster was the Son of Spider, a heaven catastrophe.

The big threat had slept deeply under the North Ice Field for hundreds of years, and only once broke through the outer barriers.

But it had been dead for a long time, together with its countless children and descendants since the instant it came above ground. Even the innumerable spider eggs hidden in the frozen earth were burnt to death by those blue flames.

At the moment, soldiers and musicians were busy running around to clean up the mess on the battlefield. But here it was silent, and everyone avoided the place in awe.

"No wonder you are the King of Blue."

In front of the burning spider stood two figures.

The young man in an eagle emblem cloak whispered. The light and pure white robe he wore blended with the snowy ground.

His slender fingers, covered with black iron rings, pressed on the directing knife on his waist that had never been drawn.

With no color of blood in his face, he seemed to be ill and weak. He looked as beautiful as a girl, and spoke slowly.

He didn't look like an Asgardian, nor the third prince who had been safeguarding the North Ice Field for a decade, and was extremely ambitious to conquer the throne.

Instead of being arrogant and frivolous as usual, he became modest, gentle, and full of awe as he stood behind the gray figure.

The King of Blue.

He was the guardian of the world and people, the pioneer of the dark world, so he deserved to be the strongest and the king of musicians!

"It's cold." Bach looked at the burning heaven catastrophe in front of him and suddenly whispered, "Even though I have already been here a few times, the coldness still make me sad. Terrible wind and gray sky are so unpleasant. It must be very hard to live here for the Asgardians, right?"

"Although the soil on the wasteland is frozen, it can still support people," the third prince said. "People can grow crops on the soil under the frozen mud. If they are lucky, they can keep on farming for three months each year before the arrival of the cold front. Although it is a hard way to live, it is still better than to die."

"Unfortunately, every time we exploit new lands, what we find are wastelands… Next time we will go deeper and may find a warm place for you."

Bach turned his head back, revealed his white beard and eyebrows, and whispered, "What time is it?"

"It is eleven thirty, almost midnight."

"It is the time." Bach nodded. "Be ready to get started, waiting makes me flustered."

"Yes, your majesty." The third prince lowered his head, and waved behind them, then two priests in gray coats who had been standing in the distance stepped forward.

The two priests were different from ordinary ones, because they didn't wear the emblem of the church, nor look nice or gentle.

Although they were wearing robes, there were armor pieces sewed on the lining of the robes and locks that linked the hems. It was not so much a robe as a heavy armor.

They kept short whiskers, and had scripture tattoos on their heads instead of hair. The tattoos extended upward from the neck and back from their ears.

On the back of their heads, there were gear emblem tattoos, the variant form of the sacred emblem.

The Chainsaw Fraternity.

"They are the holders of the holy relics in the Chainsaw Fraternity." The third prince introduced them to Bach and bowed to the them. "Thanks to the sacrifice of the Chainsaw Fraternity, the Asgardians and the Sacred City will always keep that in mind."

"You don't have to, because both of us can take what we need through this."

The elder one nodded. He was not humble to Bach, nor flattering to the third prince. He just said indifferently, "The holy relics that can only be worshiped are meaningless. After all, it is still a weapon that should be used on the battlefield. We are happy to see if it can make any difference."

The third prince nodded. "So, did you bring the holy relic here?"

The two priests looked at each other. The one behind nodded to the other. Then he took off his robe and revealed his naked upper body. He knelt on the ground and bowed to the elder one.

There were scars on his back and the spine had long been replaced by steel.

The elder one pulled out a dagger expressionlessly, stabbed the other priest and pulled away his flesh. His blood spewed out, fell on the snowy ground, and drifted into the scarlet blood layers.

The elder priest pulled out a black iron box from the semi-mechanized body.

The younger priest was guided away after being roughly bandaged.

Everyone's sight fell on the palm-sized iron box in the hands of the elder priest.

"This is…?" the third prince asked.

The elder nodded his head.

"In order to avoid leaking the news, we disguised the characteristics of the holy relic, and Yevgeny carried it along the way." The elder delivered the iron box to the third prince. "The sealing wax on it was set by the patriarch to prove that it is intact. We followed the order of the patriarch and delivered it to you. Our mission is completed."

In silence, the third prince took the dagger, levered up the sealing wax, and opened the black iron box. He took out something wrapped in silk and unwrapped it carefully.

Finally, he saw the dark iron piece sleeping in the box.

Feeling the air of the demons, it woke up, glowing with faint golden flames that stung people's eyes. The iron piece quivered slightly and made a gentle whistle, echoing in people's ears like a long sigh.

"Is this the last piece of destiny?" the third prince whispered softly. "Such an honor to see it."

Different from the Stela of Destiny that stood in the Square of the Sacred City, it was once the unique "destiny" and real miracle.

The three kings of the first generation set up the Holy Caldron system on which they forged a holy relic named "Destiny"—the Spear of Destiny.

With that, humans had created a golden age for themselves.

The cost, though, was that it fell down and fell apart in the first battle between the Holy Caldron and the Hyakume. The three pieces that remained also dispersed into the world.

The owners of the pieces were eager to repair it and restore its former radiance.

The Pope of the second generation put one of the pieces into a furnace and used alchemy to sublimate the vast amount of metal into the "star antimony" of which the swords of the Popes and the "the Gate of Heaven" of the King of Red were made.

The second piece was later retrieved from the deep sea by the Knights of the Round Table.

Arthur's descendants expected it to cut their destiny, take out the curse in their own blood and suppress the dragon's blood. Therefore, they built it into a sacred gun to kill the dragon, named it "the dragon killer" and the "fallen iron." Unfortunately, the final result was not satisfactory.

Well, this was the last piece held by the Chainsaw Fraternity.

"What a pity." The third prince couldn't help sighing.

A hand stretched out, picked up the piece of destiny, and held it in his hands. "There is nothing to be regretted about the dead things. As long as people still exist, they can be remade in the future..."

It was Bach.

He handed the long scepter in his hand to the third prince. "Go backwards. Ordinary people can't bear the changes that will happen."

"I am also a musician." The third prince stood persistently. "Of the best kind."

Bach glanced at him, smiled, and didn't say anything.

In the next moment, the bass of a harpsichord sounded.

Like the sound of the Big Lu, it made the earth quake, and the aether trembled. All the music theories got involved in its frequency involuntarily and danced.

The third prince became pale, hesitated a second, and stepped back.

Then, one more step back.