Silent Crown

Chapter 682 Dies Irae

Chapter 682 Dies Irae

At the moment, the mud board in Ye Qingxuan's hand silently broke.

The elements slumbering within were awakened, rising from the ashes. They shone in the long night like stars telling of the fates, quietly embedding themselves in Ye Qingxuan's Symphony of Predestination.

Next, a blazing light spewed out from the incorporeal Symphony of Predestination.

In the movement, every section was operating wildly, colliding with each other. The music theory tangled and surged, revealing violent electricity. Like countless branches, the electricity extended in all directions.

In a flash, the core of the Symphony of Predestination had quietly shifted.

The operating elements deeply permeated the space between the three parts, namely the sage stone, the movement of the moonlight, and the catastrophe resonation. Countless strands of purifying music theory connected to it without any hindrance or conflict, as if they were born as one. With it as the core, the Symphony of Predestination that decomposed was done reconciling once more.

The next moment, impressive thunder erupted from the crown of light on top of Ye Qingxuan's head. It consisted of endless electricity madly whipping the foundation of the physical world, and it tore the nine-layered sea of aether apart. Guided by the elements, the purifying music theory evolved wildly.

After being destroyed and reborn tens of millions of times in an instant, what emerged from it was a vast tenacity so mighty that one couldn't look directly at it. The atmosphere it exuded was as cruel as iron and as majestic as the sun. It was mighty, like the operation of the world, and grand, like stars shattering.

The power known as God's wrath was waking up here.

Its existence alone made everything tremble.

Just by overlooking them, it made all evil shudder.

Just by operating, it aimed to cleanse the whole world, redefine everything, and put everything back on the right track.

At the moment, against the incorporeal arrow of element, Ye Qingxuan raised his palm. A mighty power operated, but what burst forth was not the grand melody that everyone had imagined, but the harsh sound of endless electricity breaking through the air. The electricity lashed out in thin air one after another, and the sharp sounds converged, yet forming a symphony that sounded like the heavens and the earth colliding.

It was a qualitative change of aether unique to Ye Qingxuan.

Propelled by the qualitative change of aether, the movement named Dies Irae began playing loudly. "Day of wrath and doom impending, heaven and earth in ashes ending!"

The roar of crowds screaming rang from the strange melody, gathering in Ye Qingxuan's hand, and crashed downwards with a rumble.

Bang! The sound of steel scraping against each other burst forth in an instant.

At the moment of the collision, everything seemed set. But everyone clearly felt an invisible impact spreading out from here, like the pricking of needles, like F?hn wind, making the dust dance wildly and the water vapor rise up, making the mind tremble and become difficult to maintain.

As the aftermath subsided, the bright golden sun in the sky was still shining.

The musical movement of the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth turned into a large circle of light, floating behind Ye Qingxuan. It continuously extracted the Firebird breaking through the air and originating from Anglo, pouring it into the element of Dies Irae.

The arrow of elements of the White Knight had completely disintegrated, and it dissipated under the whipping of the electricity.

Meanwhile, in Ye Qingxuan's hand, the staff that was originally simple and pitch black had quietly proliferated amid the sound of iron crystals growing, turning into a long flamboyant staff more than three meters in length.

Complicated music theory twirled around it, guiding the element to embed itself in it. The two combined into one and became inseparable as if it was born as one. The transformed purifying music theory rose like flames, forming an incorporeal blade.

It was a long sickle.

It was as if it intended to harvest all living things like they were straw and to guide all souls to return to an eternal nothingness and slumber.

Holding the brand new Staff of Fate, no, the Sickle of Fate, even Ye Qingxuan was surprised by the terrifying degree of compatibility between the Staff of Fate and Dies Irae.

"How do you use this thing?" His gaze shifted away from the long sickle and landed on the White Knight below. He couldn't help but whistle. The long sickle was slowly lifted, and the blade of the element took aim at the big skull. "I guess I'll give it a try first!"

The next moment, electricity galloped. The Sickle of God's Wrath and Ye Qingxuan rushed at the knight!

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"Dies Irae!!!" At the moment when the slate appeared in Ye Qingxuan's hand, on the copper plate, the head widened his eyes and roared in fury. "So it's here!!!"

A frenzied aether wave rose from the incomplete head. One could vaguely see incorporeal tentacles convulsing in rage in the gap between the cheekbones and the cranium, but it also seemed as if they were trembling out of fear.

It was as if a parasitic octopus was kept in the skull.

"Kill him!" The withered head screamed and ordered the abyss sages, "At all costs! Kill him!!!"

Not only the abyss sages, but the black musicians also began to take action under the command of the incomplete head. In the hecticness, Naberius, who was hiding in the shadows at the corner, did nothing. Instead, he couldn't help but shake his head gloatingly. "I have suggested it a long time ago..."

Obviously very displeased with Naberius' unconcerned remarks, the skeleton cast him a cold look, a cold gloomy gleam shining in his eyes.

"It is Dies Irae... the Religious Court of Inquiry... We... How can it be... How can it be Dies Irae!... Dies Irae..."

Dies Irae, Dies Irae, Dies Irae.

The phrase seemed to have some particular magical power; a magic that represented fear, suffering, destruction, and doom...

The group of abyss sages had all lost their cool when faced with the phrase, all their large brains filled with the wisdom of the abyss now full of rage, alarm, confusion, and... fear!

"All of you, shut up!" The incomplete head roared in extreme anger. "How is the situation there right now? Haven't you all set up a surveillance array? The White Knight is already close to total completion! How can the eternal ruler left by my master be afraid of a mixed-race b*stard!"

Immediately, a flustered large head activated the eyes of the abyss hidden in the battlefield. Soon, under the power of the movement of revelation, the scene taking place in the center of the battlefield was quickly projected. But before the projected image unfolded, in the sensing of music theory, a weak ray of electricity flew out of the illusory projection, falling on the large head presenting the array.

The next moment, as if fire had spread to the firewood, the electricity surged madly. Drawing its power from the music theory of the abyss, it began to proliferate wildly. The large head screamed, and in a flash, horrifying flares shot out of the facial features, and terrifying electricity emerged from every single pore, making their way towards the people around like living creatures.

Out of carelessness, two abyss sages were similarly swallowed up by the electricity on the spot, and soon became the next sources of infection source. The short buffer provided the abyss sages time to save themselves.

The electricity went out not long after.

Everyone's expression was distorted.

The handful of abyss sages originally swallowed up by electricity had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few eccentric grayish-white statues in their place, which faithfully showed their faces twitching fearfully before death.

A gust of wind blew, and raindrops fell. The statues quickly collapsed and dissolved...

Grayish-white crumbs floated to the feet of the sages.

Someone braced himself, reached out, touched it, then looked up, his face pale. "It's salt… They have all been turned into salt... It's really the punishment of God!"

Like the city in the Bible that turned into ruins under the wrath of God, all the fallen who had betrayed justice had completely turned into salt pillars.

Presently, the same end awaited them.