Silent Crown

Chapter 505 Don\'t Even Think About It!

"What are you waiting for?"

Albert rushed up and kicked the man, "Wake up the cooling matrix module and get ready to reconnect to the coordinating instruments outside!"

He yelled at all the dull people, "It\'s not the time for a doze! All of you, move! Switch on all standby modules and discharge the pressure in the aether pool! Restart operation!"

"Where should we discharge it to?" someone asked weakly, raising his hand.

"Any f**king places you want to, understand?" Albert took his collar and shouted angrily, "Even if you discharge it to your mother\'s house, I must see the enchantment of the Sacred City restarting! Do you understand?"

The operational musician nodded unconsciously, opened the panel, and pulled off the drainage valve.

Then, in the dark Sacred City, everyone heard the high-pitched horns of the pipe organ.

Immediately afterwards, a splendid and glowing light emerged from the top of the Central Temple, like a beautiful aurora, spreading in the sky and illuminating those bleak faces.

"Bishop, the bell tower system has been warmed up." The voice of Rubens rang from an external communicator. "We have taken control of the sixteen underground bell towers nearby, ready to resonate."

"Connect with them."

In the insulated helmet, Albert dangled a lit cigarette in his mouth and spewed smoke which blurred his face. He said, "All of them."

"All of them?!" Rubens was shocked.

"All of them."

Albert nodded. "I\'m a bit convinced that this little monster can do it."

Rubens remained silent for a moment and switched off the communicator.

"The bell towers prepare to resonate!"

Under the tremulous nebula, he ordered the operational musicians, "Get all of them connected!"

The six operational musicians who had retaken their positions nodded and stood in front of the huge pipe organs. Twelve palms fell on top of the eight-story keyboard. Driven by the steam, the steel made a terrible and deafening sound!

The solemn and low melody spread.

Immediately afterwards, a roaring bell rang suddenly under the ground.

The pool of aether boiled again all of a sudden.

Ye Qingxuan\'s roar came.

"May God give us mercy."

Albert took the holy emblem off his chest. "Ye Qingxuan, you must make it!"

In the aether pool, Ye Qingxuan felt like he was going crazy.

If he knew that Albert believed in himself so much, he couldn\'t help but swear.

Sixteen bell towers!

Sixteen bell towers on him!

It was equivalent to giving the music theory and power of sixteen master musicians to one person!

Sixteen master musicians!

In an instant, Ye Qingxuan\'s body inflated and almost exploded.

In the sharp pain, Ye Qingxuan scolded, "Albert, allow me to thank you!!"

Although he had reached the limit, the external power remained plugged in… in fact, it had only just begun!

There were still thirteen masters waiting for him!

Subconsciously, the Symphony of Predestination operated.

"Nature intervention"!

It started from the blood. The blood of Deva began to change, and the nature of it was peeled off. The music theory in it became active and bright. Then, the music theorization of neural system was completed. Next, it came to the bones, organs, flesh… from the inside out. At the end, Ye Qingxuan was completely into the state of "vacuum."

Like Abraham, he had turned himself into nothing but pure music theories.

The more profound power the musicians had, the more obvious their physical differences from normal people would become. After resonating, it could be said that the differences were vast.

From that moment on, another system in the musician\'s body would be completely formed.

In addition to the blood circulation and organ functioning of its own flesh and blood, the body hosted aether systems that were either large or small, perfect or incomplete.

Aether was the blood, music theory was the bone, spirituality was the soul...

Those systems would grow larger and larger as the musician\'s abilities increased. Finally, it would be able to survive alone after separating from the shackle of the physical body.

That was the Holy Spirit.

In this case, the circulation of Ye Qingxuan\'s physical body had fallen into a deep sleep, his heart rate having dropped to one beat every minute, as if he was already dead.

In contrast, the Aether circulation was unprecedentedly active.

In the vacuum formed by nature intervention, the music theory had completely escaped from the shackle of the physical body, and exerted all its power without any interference.

For all musicians, this was a unique advantage.

The Symphony of Predestination operated fiercely with no need to worry about any pressure it might bring. Nevertheless, there happened to be endless aether for him to make use of.

The sub-originators started!

The Heaven Ladder was used as a bridge to transform all the power that exceeded Ye Qingxuan\'s containing limit to the sub-originators in the Aether World. At the same time, Ye Qingxuan also took advantage of that to materialize the sub-originators and bring them to the Physical World.

A moon emerged silently emerged from Ye Qingxuan\'s arms.

First, it was only a vague outline.

The empty outline was like a vortex, madly absorbing the aether and music theory around and growing bit by bit.

In the state of vacuum, Ye Qingxuan overlapped with the annular, allowing it to greedily draw all the music theories inside his body. In a flash, even his consciousness seemed to be drawn into it and turned into a part of it.

Ye Qingxuan felt himself turning into an unreal moon, growing rapidly and absorbing the aether endlessly...

Every time the bell rang, the moonlight ushered in another round of transformation.

At the end, his Symphony of Predestination had already turned into a real moon, rising slowly from the aether pool. The bright moon was enveloped by the cloud of the clothes of original sin.

The Symphony of Predestination of the sixteen masters blended with Ye Qingxuan, forming a monster-like colossus.

The gravity carried by his music theory destroyed all noises and clutter, forcibly washing away the pieces of music theory that had broken down in the aether pool and begun to rebuild!

This had already become a project that no one could finish alone.

Fortunately, there were hundreds of coordinating instruments in the strings of Jiu Xiao Huan Pei.

Ye Qingxuan used himself as an intermediary to allocate the deduction and construction of music theory as tasks, and built up the outcome through the combination of the powers given by the bell towers.

At this moment, Ye Qingxuan was like the other Boleyn girl, turned into the spirituality of the enchantment matrix!

He felt himself becoming something even bigger in the vacuum. The hundreds of coordinating instruments were his own brain, and the power of sixteen masters brought by the bell towers was his hands and feet.

Ye Qingxuan, who had been incarnated into a bright moon, was in the center of the huge system, coordinating and leading the terrible transformation of power to evolve miracles.

In an instant, wherever the moonlight shone became silver.

The bright moon that Ye Qingxuan was incarnated into was carried by the sloshing iron flames in the aether pool, rose slowly, and blended with the action layer of the enchantment in the Sacred City.

The impending explosion of the aether pool was completely eliminated, and the enchantment system of the Central Temple thus far recovered completely from breakdown and started operating again!

"The next step is to recapture the enchantment," Albert murmured with determination. Then he shouted, "Open the enchantment buffer layer! Switch off the closed system! Reopen the connection with the outside world! The creating layer, the forming layer, and the outflowing layer... We must let him go outside!"

In the dead silence, no one dared to respond.

Shocked, Albert turned his head and saw the guilty face of the person in charge.

"Rembrandt commanded we cut off the connection with the outside world... We opened the cut-off brake," he whispered. "We don\'t have the password, so we can\'t connect with the outside world."

The cut-off brake was also known as the final suppression device.

It was used to cut off the connection with the external enchantment at the last moment and prevent the internal core from getting out of control. Once it was opened, the music theory of the Central Temple would get into a closed circulation.

A total separation of the inside from the outside.

Silence.

In the dead silence, only the fire in the eyes of Albert was burning.

"Then remove the cut-off brake!"

He ordered word by word, "Reconnect even with your hands, your teeth! Now! Right now! Immediately! Shut off the f**king brake!"

In his snarl and roar, everyone rushed to the corner of the control room. The engineer broke the iron plate open and found the operation circuit.

Someone pulled down the fire axe on the wall and slammed it down.

Sparks flew. Constant steel collisions continued to ring. The hot steam suddenly spewed out, and a harsh screaming came.

"Crap, get out!" Albert rushed in and kicked the scalded engineer aside. He reached out, picked up the axe, and hacked down fiercely in spite of the hot steam that scorched his proximity suit.

The skinny old man looked like a madman with his red eyes, holding an axe in his hand.

Wearing a heavy armor-like proximity suit, he hacked the cooling device on the cut-off brake again and again. He broke the crack open bit by bit, even if the terrible torrents that spurted out had lit his suit.

The thick steam had swallowed him, and only the roaring voice came out from it.

"Whoever the f**king bitch is, never try to destroy my enchantment!"

He snarled, "Don\'t even think about it!"

Boom!

The explosion sounded.

The cooling device completely collapsed like a close-up engine explosion. The horrible air waves swept through, smashed the suppression system, and blasted Albert away.

He fell to the ground and rolled, his proximity suit already torn apart.

The broken glass of the mask plunged into his face, and the heat and debris destroyed half of his face. The remaining half looked like a twisted demon\'s.

"Bishop!"

"Mr. Albert!"

The subordinates rushed up, "Call the doctor! Rubens! Get the medical team down here!"

On the ground, Albert held the twisted axe as well as the wall and stood up.

"Ye Qingxuan, now I give the Sacred City enchantment to you..."

He stared into the quiet moonlight in midair, and the hollow eye on his incomplete face was leaking blood.

"Please, protect it." He lowered his head, sacrificed his dignity, and pleaded, "Only you are able to protect it."

The moonlight shone for a long time, like the staring of Ye Qingxuan.

"Okay," he said. "I promise you."

Albert smiled, and he fell to the ground.

At the last moment, he saw that a moon rose into the sky, and flew above the Sacred City along the relighted route.

"So beautiful..." he whispered and closed his eyes.