Silent Crown

Chapter 683 We Meet Again

It was a joke. As the Originator of intelligence of the abyss, this group of sages were actually panicking over a pinch of salt.

"What exactly is Paganini thinking!" Someone screamed, "Why would such a huge mistake occur? Did he purposely leave behind such a dangerous fellow in our plans?"

"I can\'t believe we have been keeping something dangerous so closely by our sides!"

"I knew we couldn\'t trust humans! The plan hasn\'t even succeeded and Paganini is already trying to abandon us?"

Someone suggested softly, "It\'s still not too late for us to withdraw now…"

"We can still do that, as long as we return the gift of the Holy Spirit."

The head stared coldly at the person who gave the suggestion. "Are you feeling afraid now? If you are going to panic at the first sign of trouble, what do we need you for?" Before he could finish, there was a change in the expression of the person who gave the suggestion. In the next instant, his brain exploded and turned into dust. The other abyss sages pretended not to notice what had just happened. Someone as dumb as him deserved to die anyway.

Their extraordinary statuses were the last appointments made by Hyakume, so they were closely tied to the future of the abyss. To withdraw at such crucial juncture, not only would the Sacred City take the opportunity to hunt them down, the other dark ministers would probably hack them all to death too.

"There\'s no need to worry. We still possess the power of the black knight." The head muttered, "Light up the soul-returning incense! Ring the white-snake bell! Summon all the dark ministers! Everyone, very soon, the last core will be born in the Ultimate. The new catastrophe will descend upon us to guide us into the future. The abyss is destined to be part of the physical world and nothing is going to change that."

As the bell rang, the other dark ministers began to praise in one voice, "Finally, the sacred days are nigh!"

…

At the same time, at the highest point of the stronghold on the sea, the old musician, who had been observing the Ultimate with his scepter lenses, let out a sigh. He had just witnessed the incredible merging between Ye Qingxuan and \'Day of God\'s Fury\' and its amazing power. Even the old musician, who spent half his life working for Asgard, could not help but be taken back in awe. But at the same time, he also felt troubled as well as a sense of pity.

He was too anxious.

In silence, he lowered his eyes as he kept thinking about what had just happened. Eventually, he began to regret making the trade. The element of \'Day of God\'s Fury\' required purifying music theory as its foundation in order for its true powers to be fully unleashed. He already knew this. But what he did not know was that Ye Qingxuan\'s Staff of Fate was the key. It was an artifact that was given to the Chief Inquisitor by the Holy Caldron. He did not expect it to be filled with such terrifying powers after merging with \'Day of God\'s Fury.\' This was the reason why he was starting to regret his decision.

He might have averted a crisis but at the same time, he also lost a trump card that he could have used against Ye Qingxuan in future. At this moment, he could not tell if he had won or lost the transaction, but there was a deep sense of fear that he might have just handed a very important weapon to an opponent, who was already very powerful, to begin with. He did not if he had made the right decision.

Very soon, he no longer lingered on that decision. Instead, he shifted his focus onto the other end of the Ultimate. Elements rose from the battlefield like a cluster of stars. Abundance, predestination, soul, intelligence, miracle, pleasure, frost, reward… 24 elements appeared from the burning left eye socket of the Second Prince. They rose all the way up into the sky until there was nothing left in the Second Prince\'s left eye. But it seemed that this emptiness was the key. The final element was divinity.

The 25th element merged completely with the Second Prince and in the resulting roar, the illusions of the Nine Great Worlds were created and the Tree of World was summoned. The gigantic object, which had been rooted in the depths of the realm of aether, penetrated through nine layers of aether waves. It created layers of music theories and terrible power in the physical world and instantaneously shredded the environment that Ye Qingxuan had left behind.

As for Paganini, there was an expression of shock on his face. He did not expect that within such a short time, Ye Qingxuan would be able to withdraw himself and attack Paganini along with the Second Prince!

The unique attribute of Changing Music Theory allowed him to wade through this terrible attack. He would not be forced to his limits but neither would he be able to escape the Nine Great Worlds. However, what he feared the most was not the Second Prince, but Chopin, who had appeared out of nowhere.

With tattered and torn robes, and wrists that were full of wounds and scars, the illusion of the saint\'s scepter appeared and seemed to be focusing on his Changing Music Theory. Without a doubt, the moment Paganini revealed any signs of weakness, the saint would not hesitate to strike him with a lethal blow.

Too many things were happening in an instant. Many people had no idea what was going on, and under such circumstances, the fleets of various countries retreated again and again. There was chaos everywhere, yet in the middle of the battlefield, there was an eerie silence. Any sound would be devoured by the chaotic turbulence.

Only pillars of salt stood tall, before gradually breaking down and collapsing from the rain. Grains of white salt were everywhere and one could just about see black fog rising from these salts. They seemed to be crying in despair as they curled up the stakes to become new fuel for the flame.

At the core of the battlefield, countless stakes were mounted like tombstones. Some of them had already finished burning and had collapsed, while others still stood tall while burning the music theory of the abyss. The light produced from the flames would suppress the aura of the white knight.

This was the first time that Ye Qingxuan was using his own music theory and movement to fight against a catastrophe. His enemies were the four knights created in the abyss, eternal rulers of the world of darkness on behalf of Hyakume.

"You are empty, a coward and a traitor…" The white knight looked down from his war horse. His dry lips parted and he spoke in a deep voice, "What right do you have to stand in front of me?" That voice seemed to be the product of several voices stacked together and sounded very familiar.

"You can actually speak?" Ye Qingxuan lingered around as he tried to dodge the shadow of the Elemental Arrow. He did not expect that the white knight was capable of speaking, which would mean that the white knight possessed intelligence and thought. A catastrophe, who was incapable of thought, would have been much easier to deal with than a smart and intelligent one.

Clearly, under the pressure of the Sickle of God\'s Wrath, this fellow began to smell more and more like a human. Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan\'s heart jumped as an incredible thought crossed his mind. He stared coldly. "Who are you!"

The white knight laughed coldly but did not answer and only arched his bow. The Elemental Arrow on the bowstring was gathering pure elemental projections, which were of a terribly high temperature now. The expression on Ye Qingxuan\'s face changed.

The sun. He saw the sun aiming directly at him. Where had he felt this before…

When he looked at the white knight, he could not help but laugh. "After we departed, I never expected you to be revived from the consciousness of a catastrophe. This is unbelievable. You can\'t be the only one here! We meet again, Your Majesty!"

The white knight\'s face changed and revealed a face mildly simmering with rage while staring coldly at Ye Qingxuan.

King of the Sun!