Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 73 Silence
From the moment he was awakened from a long sleep until he was knocked to the ground, "Silence" had no complaints.
On the one hand, this is due to its own nature. "Silence" cannot make any real complaints in any sense; on the other hand, and more importantly, it has always been looking forward to the day when it will be unblocked.
After waking up, "Silence" immediately and efficiently completed the mission that Lady Beatrice had given it eight hundred years ago - destroying the fragile Star Lighthouse and exposing Ravenwood Forest to the erosion of the Moon Realm Rift.
As for the reward, it was freedom.
No longer needing to serve the Whispering Queen, nor to submit to any Void King, it can choose to materialize a domain of its own in the Moon Realm, becoming a powerful Moon Realm Lord. Of course, it can also choose to stay in the world and have fun in its own way.
Very few Void Kings of the Moon Realm would promise complete freedom as a reward to their demon generals, because this is equivalent to actively dividing their own authority, which is an act of weakening their own power in disguise.
However, the Void King, who was known for his treacherousness and betrayal, agreed to this condition in exchange for being sealed under the Star Lighthouse for a long time in the future. He even took the initiative to use his real name as a witness and made an oath that would never be violated.
Of course, like all contracts signed by Beatrice, there was an additional clause at the end of this transaction.
+If you want to regain the protection of my Whispering Queen Beatrice, then from the moment you seek protection again, your Moon Realm Essence will be completely under my control for a thousand years of my life.+
It was an obvious trap, but Silence was not worried about the possibility of such a situation. Because she was sure that after the Star Law was established, no mortal in the entire world could pose any threat to it.
In this age dominated by a castrated version of the modern magic system, it is able to silence all spellcasting intentions, making it an invincible existence in the Vic Continent.
Therefore, when Silence felt that a guy with extremely terrifying magical reaction suddenly broke into the sky above its silent domain, it did not feel any uneasiness.
In the past, it had witnessed the pinnacle that a magic caster could reach, the man called Yeats, who had mastered all thirteen types of spells to perfection and was considered to be the final pinnacle of mortal magic.
However, even the man who dared to go to Graycastle to attend the meeting of the thirteen Void Kings and returned to the real world safely was unwilling to have a direct conflict with him in the past. Instead, he finally compromised and signed a contract with Ms. Beatrice, allowing her to use the causal connection between the Star Lighthouses to secretly seal himself in the Star Lighthouse in this lost history.
Since even Ye Zhi was unwilling to confront him head-on, then eight hundred years after the establishment of the Star Law, it would be even less likely that there would be a magic caster who could pose a threat to him in the entire Wick Continent - if Silence had not been knocked to the ground by a stick from the man who suddenly appeared, its confidence should have been maintained for a longer time.
The huge amount of magic power that exploded directly on the top of his head instantly dented the silent head and the land around it. Black smoke jumped out of his cracked skull as if a smoke bomb had been ignited.
Why is this happening? Shouldn't I be unable to perform any magic spells within my own silent realm?
After the entire demon was knocked to the ground, this was the only question that popped into Silence's mind.
How did the other party do it.
Looking up at the other person, the heavy lead-colored staff held high in his hand once again lit up with colorful lights.
There was no sign of any spell being activated, just a simple phenomenon of magic power condensing.
In other words... the opponent didn't use any magic spells at all, but was simply using the condensed magic power to smash it?
How is this possible?
A feeling of absurdity surged into Silent's heart.
Without the conversion of techniques, if the magic power is simply compensated by quantity, the amount of magic power required to cause the same destructive effect may have to be multiplied by dozens or hundreds of times.
In other words, the scale of magic power that the other party can control in the Ether Realm can reach hundreds of times that of a normal Divine Realm wizard?
So is this tm still a living creature in the world?
Seeing that the next stick was about to hit his head, Jianmo immediately turned his body into black smoke, and then began to take shape again at the farthest distance he could atomize.
What kind of monster is that? Could it be the Holy Spirit in human form?
While reorganizing his body and repairing his previous wounds, Jianmo thought.
As it thought about it, it looked towards the place where it had escaped before, alerting the other party that they might rush over directly...
At this moment, the depression that was previously smashed out was empty, with only a temporary portal still flashing.
Portal?
Jianmo was stunned for a moment, then turned his head subconsciously. Less than a meter behind him, a sharp dagger with purple light cut through the space as easily as cutting through paper, and then directly opened a temporary portal.
Because it was still in the realm of silence, Jianmo did not notice the transmission of the sound that would have caused violent lightning. When it turned around, the man had already charged the staff in his hand again.
This time, he was directly thrown out.
The violent magic power exploded above its head again, and in a daze, Jian Mo seemed to see something.
That is the origin of myself as "silence"...
Although I have heard that mortal races will experience a revolving lantern before death, will the spirits of the Moon Realm also experience something similar before death?
The silent thoughts were soon drowned out by the pictures.
It was outside the cave where the tribe gathered, and a young guard on duty dozed off, so he failed to notice the humanoid creatures approaching under the cover of darkness.
But he would not have the chance to accept the tribe's punishment, because when disaster struck, he was the first one to have his throat slit.
Then came the second, the third, and so on until there were countless of them, until rivers of blood flowed.
When the shadows, who were proficient in hunting skills, sneaked into the cave, most of the human race died in silence. The few who were awakened by the killing only had time to let out a short scream before returning to calm.
A child was hidden by her mother in straw for insulation. She was lucky because the rotting straw covered her smell, but she was unlucky because the straw was not enough to hide her mother.
Therefore, she could only watch helplessly as those humanoid beasts with ears as long and thin as knives stabbed the dagger into her mother's heart and dragged away the woman she thought would never leave her side like a dead dog.
That was an era before writing appeared, and humans could only use a few simple syllables to communicate with each other.
The child looked at her mother through the straw. She opened her mouth excitedly, wanting to utter loudly some syllable to call her mother - she didn't know whether it was because of fear, sadness, anger, or some other emotion.
But all this was stopped by her mother's almost pleading eyes before her death.
So, she covered her mouth with tears in her eyes and swallowed her instinctive cry. In the future, this cry that had never been spoken out loud would turn into a blazing flame of revenge.
But even in the future, she would not know that this cry, which had never been uttered before, was reflected in the Moon Realm of the Mirror of the Present World at that moment, and then echoed silently in the Moon Realm.
This silent roar, crossing the past and the future at the same time, echoed in the heart of every avenger who maintained his silence, echoed in the heart of every martyr who was tortured beyond recognition by physical and mental suffering but still remained silent, and echoed in the heart of every man and woman who was unwilling to reveal his innermost thoughts.
It silently passes through the silence of countless people, from kings and generals to ordinary beggars. Every time they suppress their true feelings in silence, it becomes the nourishment for its thriving growth.
The biggest difference between humans and animals is that they can restrain their instincts and remain silent.
Finally, it was captured by a web of conspiracy woven from countless silences and brought to a magnificent palace woven from countless silk threads.
+Is your source the place that has not been fixed? Very good, then from now on, you are the new "Silence"+
It was given a name by the great being, and thereby gained intelligence and form, but it did not express gratitude.
It's not that it doesn't want to, but because as its name suggests, it can only remain silent.
Similarly, even after it was created, the first thing that happened was that it was abandoned and directly sealed in that small space.
Even after it had been sealed for more than eight hundred years, it was awakened without any warning, and before it could fully experience the feeling of rebirth, it was hit around like a ball by a humanoid monster that came out of nowhere...it never complained.
It's not that it doesn't want to, but because as its name suggests, it can only remain silent.
+You are dying, out of my protection, as long as the disaster draws out the judgment weapon, you will die. +
After the revolving lantern ended, a whisper echoed from deep within the heart. This was the first time Silence had heard a sound in these eight hundred years.
Generally speaking, Moon Realm spirits cannot recall their original origins, just like mortals cannot recall the memory of being in their mother's amniotic fluid.
In other words, the previous revolving memory was most likely the picture shown to it by the Whispering Queen - just to guide Silence to make a choice at this time.
Therefore, Jianmo, who was flying upside down in the air, nodded.
Then, it turned into countless broken spider silks and disappeared in mid-air.
At the same time, the silent area was lifted instantly. Everyone present, including William, seemed to have turned off the "mute button" in their minds at the same time, and heard the sound again.
After a long period of silence, even the forest at night seemed so noisy.
William looked at "Silence" who was beaten into a spider web by his last blow of the stick, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
