Silent Crown

Chapter 401 Door of the Demon

Chapter 401 Door of the Demon

"Ye Qingxuan, you crossed the line." An old voice came from the tuning instrument. "At this level, the Secret Keepers can't keep it down anymore. The Ministry will quickly react."

"Okay." Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and trimmed his nails.

The voice paused and quickly grew doubtful. "Are you ready to face the Sacred City's anger? Even if you took care of the evidence, they will find you one day. Even we would not be able to influence the investigation."

Ye Qingxuan could not help but laugh. "Grandmaster Heisenberg, are you worrying about my safety or the fact that you paid so much but still could not clean him out?"

Heisenberg did not reply.

Ye Qingxuan folded his small knife and looked up at the tuning instrument. "Don't worry. Working with me is just like working with the Parliament before. Look, you all need someone to take the blame and I want him to die. I'm sure our cooperation will have a good result."

"I hope so."

Heisenberg cut off the call. Ye Qingxuan lowered his head. He coughed violently and blood flew from his fingers.

Lola pressed onto his back. His breathing sounded like an old windbag. "Are you reconstructing the music theory again?" Lola frowned. "You're too impatient."

"I know." He waved. "I'll be careful."

"Even with the Philosopher's Stone, reconstructing the sub-originator will take time. Now, your body is still rubble. It's already a blessing that the disordered music theory won't kill you. Yet you're trying to activate them now?"

"If I wait for the metabolism to complete, it'll take at least half a year." Ye Qingxuan shook his head. "I don't have time."

"Take a break." Lola reached out and patted his head. Her voice was uncommonly gentle. "Little Yezi, you've already done enough. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

He closed his eyes and leaned back a little, taking advantage of the rare kind treatment to lean in Lola's arms. After a long while, he said, "Lola, it's such a heartwarming moment but you secretly used a hint to change a defenseless man's mind? You ruined the moment."

Lola's finger stiffened. Sighing, her hooked pinky went back to normal.

"Don't worry, I'm clearheaded." Ye Qingxuan cracked his eyes open and said lightly, "And anyway, it's not just me who's under pressure. Maxwell probably can't handle it anymore now, right?"

-

In the Privy Council under the palace of Anglo, smoke plumed. Maxwell lifted the ashtray and dumped the cigarette butts into the trash.

"Stop before it's too late, Maxwell." Under the light, the prime minister looked at him and said quietly, "He's a little too out of line. The Church is a neutral organization but according to the Fifth Amendment, all churches are under the direct administration of the Church. Things must be carried out under the bible. From a legal perspective, what he did is similar to invading a nation's territory. The Sacred City won't just let this go!"

"To be honest, I didn't think he would really do that." Maxwell scratched his head and sighed. "But he's a young man. Who didn't go crazy when he was young? The older gentlemen should understand him."

"Go crazy?" After a long pause, the Prime Minister sighed. "I'm just a bit worried that our future sword bearer…isn't just crazy. To be honest, I am regretting signing the sword bearer appointment. If I knew this would happen, I would protest against him taking over you, even with the Queen's seal."

Maxwell rolled his eyes. "Saying that is a bit too late. Furthermore, the Sword is just and they interact well together. Do you still worry that he'll fall and become a dark musician?"

"It's not impossible." The Prime Minister smoked, the fire burning to his fingertip, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Isn't everything possible for humans? In this crazy world, someone as perfect as a saint may fall, let alone average men like us?"

He looked up at the paintings on the ceiling. It depicted the legendary Battle of Heaven. On the ceiling, knights fought with dragons, dying their clothing red and burning the world and heaven.

This was destruction.

The secret scroll of the bible said that the beast that would bring the world to an end—the Dragon of Destruction—was once an angel beside the throne. It was pure and magnificent; it was known as the most dazzling star, the second leader of heaven. The purer the angel, the more terrifying it could become.

"Maxwell, you can open the demon's door for him but it won't be that easy to close." The prime minister snuffed his cigarette and left.

-

On the path within an uncultivated forest, the driver whipped the frothing horse. It galloped and pulled the hay carriage. Dark red blood dripped from the car, leaving behind a red trail. The driver wore a dirty jacket and hunched over. As the carriage jostled, the wound on the bandaged hand opened again. Fresh blood oozed from the dried blood.

"Grandmaster, we're almost there." Colt's voice was as rough as sandpaper. Half of his hair had been burned. His originally handsome face was now covered with scars and scorch marks as if he had been burned by raging fire. His healing wounds were menacing, making him look like an ugly demon. No one could tell that he was once a proud hero. Now, he looked more like a beast hiding in a dungeon. Children would cry if they saw him. "There's only a few more hours to the Knights Templar's camp. That b*stard will pay for what he did!"

There was no reply.

The damp stray was dirty and almost completely dyed red. Grandmaster Philip lay on the straw, panting. One eye was blind. Raspy sounds came from his throat. He closed his eyes, praying. However, even he could not hear his prayer clearly. There was the sound of water inside his lungs. His unclear murmuring sounded like a beastly growl.

His consciousness flickered.

The man-made ignition had caused the underground vein to explode, destroying the entire church. Wild aether had swallowed everything. The team of elites had all died.

No one had expected that b*stard Ye Qingxuan would be so brash! Without caring about the Sacred City's dignity and anger, he dared to kill dozens of clergymen in a despicable attack. If Grandmaster Philip had not activated the Score of God's Discipline at that moment, the two would be ashes right now. Regretfully, they were still alive.

Still alive…

They did not choose this path only because it was hidden. It was because…this was the closest route to the camp of the Knights Templar. On their way back to the Sacred City, the Knights Templar stayed here to restock on supplies. It was only a dozen kilometers away from them. If Philip was at optimal health, they could arrive in an instant.

Ye Qingxuan dared to attack the church and slap the Sacred City in the face. But no matter how crazy he was, Anglo would not allow him to attack Knights Templar, even if it was just a portion.

It was a vast entity created by the united strength of the nations. If they received the order for annihilation, they could turn a hundred thousand miles into burnt earth in one night.

No one would hang this sword over their own heads. At that time, Ye Qingxuan would be powerless…

"Haha, hahaha, hahahahaha…" Opening his mouth, he began laughing and cackling. He fell into a fit of violent coughs. Scarlet blood dribbled from his chin to his collar, almost sketching a twisted and sneering face.

Colt froze. "Curse?"