Chapter 474 The World Keeps Spinning
He should have thought of it long ago. Other than the abnormal skill of passing through worlds that Wolf Flute had only shown him before, who else could teleport prisoners away from the Judgement Tower? Other than the warehouse that he said was for the wolves, where else in the Sacred City could shelter a few dozen escaped prisoners?
Other than him, who else could continue supplying information about the Silent Authority to the Revolutionaries?
Other than him, who else would become nervous at noticing Ye Qingxuan here and do everything to distract him from noticing these flaws they've always had?
Only Wolf Flute.
Only he could do this.
"Why?" Ye Qingxuan stared at Wolf Flute who was standing on Handel's corpse in the puddle of blood. "Aren't you Bach's student? Wolf Flute! How could you do this?"
Hearing him, Wolf Flute looked up. He smiled but it was tired and complicated. However, he did not explain anything. He just said, "If you have the chance, apologize to my teacher for me."
The communication cut off.
Wolf Flute looked back. He studied the archbishops and nobles held hostage by the wolves. Gazing at the pale faces, he smiled.
"Let's trade," he said. "I swear to the Originator that if you let Mr. Gaius go, I won't kill you."
Everyone surrounded by the wolves looked uncomfortable. The archbishops exchanged glances with dark eyes. Without a doubt, this was the worst possible scenario. The situation was more powerful than people.
The pope was dead.
If Wolf Flute wanted to, he could destroy the Sacred City easily. The people present were seasoned politicians and merchants. They knew when to lower themselves. Surrendering temporarily was not shameful.
But who would do it?
In silence, someone finally walked forward. The old cardinal sighed. "I am old and useless now. Let me take the vow."
Wolf Flute smiled. "Don't worry, I'll keep my word."
"No, you don't need to surrender to them."
In the chaos, Ye Qingxuan's voice rang out.
Wolf Flute looked back. His emerald eyes seemed to be burning with true murderous intent. If Ye Qingxuan took another step forward, he would be killed on the spot.
"Yezi, don't force me." Wolf Flute sighed. "The only one I don't want to fight here is you."
"Unfortunately, you don't have the choice." Ye Qingxuan stood outside the pack of wolves. Instead of stepping forward, he…closed his eyes.
He entered the Dreamscape! Instantly, silence descended. The central square sank into dead silence. The wolves shook and disintegrated. Finally, only Anubis remained behind Wolf Flute. The apparition roared and withstood the encroachment of the Silent Dream, stubbornly refusing to fade away.
Even the Scepter-level strength could not hold on under this terrifying silence.
"Protect his highness!" Soon, someone reacted. The guards pulled out their swords and pounced on Wolf Flute. "Protect the lord!"
The nobles and archbishops present always had warriors and musicians for protection. Even though the musicians were useless now, the warriors could do something! In addition, these warriors had all been modified by Choir surgeons to some extent. Their limbs, skeletons, or organs had been replaced by manmade objects inspired by demons or machines. Their instant power was dumbfounding.
While Wolf Flute was restricted by the Silent Dream, countless shadows flew toward him and arrived before his face. However, he was still looking at Ye Qingxuan.
"This is the Wyrmrest Enchantment you've newly acquired, right?" he murmured and smiled wryly. "No wonder it's known as the prototype of the Ultimate."
Boom! There was an explosion. No one knew what just happened.
But when the moment passed, everyone saw that there was a giant hole in the chest of the warrior at the front. The metallic bones were warped and his organs flowed out like mud.
Wolf Flute's sleeves had ripped from the swelled muscles. His arm had become dark green with a terrifying metallic gleam. He seemed to have transformed into a demon. A golden knuckle had appeared on his hand without anyone realizing.
He looked at Ye Qingxuan through the body and smiled. "But did you think that I wouldn't be prepared?"
Boom!
There was another explosion. This time, they could see clearly.
Wolf Flute swung his fist. His fist tore through the air with a loud boom and someone's skull was pulverized.
Faced with all these warriors, Wolf Flute held his ground. He stepped forward and squeezed into a fully armed warrior. Then there was the sound of bones cracking. The arm and armor were both broken in half. The heavy sword fell into Wolf Flute's hand.
Like a bird, Wolf Flute jumped from the body. The sword sliced through the air.
Under the chilling whistle, sparks flew from scraping metal. The enemy before him was split in half and fell down to both sides. Dyed red from the flying blood, Wolf Flute charged at Ye Qingxuan.
He instantly felt his vision lowering. Then the immense pain reached his brain belatedly. The brass knuckle had punched his gut mercilessly. No, there was some mercy. Otherwise, Ye Qingxuan would have been snapped in half rather than thrown backward.
But then Wolf Flute's body chased over like a shadow. He stomped down with his right leg. Ye Qingxuan only had time to raise his arms before his face.
Boom! It felt like a carriage had galloped over his body. He flew back and smashed against the ground. During the great shaking, he felt like throwing up. Bittersweet blood sloshed in his throat.
Then he felt Wolf Flute yank on his hair and drag him up.
"Here, I'll teach you something." Wolf Flute gave a bloody smile. "The hidden card is called a hidden card because it means there's a weakness. All hidden cards do. When you can turn the tides, that means the enemy can turn the tides too. Especially this technique…when facing an enemy who's ten times more powerful than you in a brawl, never reveal your weakness voluntarily…"
And he punched again!
Boom! Ye Qingxuan's vision went black. He dropped to the ground, unable to fight back.
But Wolf Flute did not stop; he grew more violent instead. This was no longer a duel anymore. It was an aggressive beating. Ye Qingxuan felt like he had been thrown into the furnace of an iron-smelting factory. It felt like he was being burned alive.
Wolf Flute's hoarse voice continued in his ears.
"Did you know? I was raised by wolves."
Crack! He snapped Ye Qingxuan's arm with practiced ease, producing a scream. "Ten years ago, when I was fourteen, I was the best gladiator in Canaan."
Boom! He punched backward without looking. With a muffled noise, the enemy's heart exploded. Innards bleeding, he dropped to the ground.
"Ever since I injected wolf blood in me seven years ago, no one dared to fight against me because…it's hard for me to control myself. Sorry if I hurt you," he said. "I can stop if you surrender."
Boom! Ye Qingxuan lowered his head. He spat out some broken teeth and cursed.
Wolf Flute smiled. Without saying anything, he just raised the left hand without the knuckle and smashed down on the back of Ye Qingxuan's head. The concussion shook his mind. He didn't even know where he was anymore.
Concussions through the skull could cause a musician's mind to go blank. If handled badly, the entire brain could be damaged.
The Dreamscape finally fell apart. The Wyrmrest Enchantment disappeared.
Under Anubis's calling, the wolves walked out of thin air again. They instantly tore apart the nobles who were fleeing under the guards' protection. Tossing aside the barely conscious Ye Qingxuan, Wolf Flute turned back to the ashen archbishops.
He smiled. "Now, would you like to consider my suggestion?"
After a moment of silence, the old archbishop sighed. "Let them go. I will pay for it."
Everything became simple once someone was willing to take the blame. It had always been like this through history, whether it was in the East or West, for humans or demons.
A path quickly opened up in the crowd. Gaius walked through the blood and primly stepped down the podium. He welcomed the murderous and hateful eyes with a smile.
"It's earlier than expected and the situation is worse than predicted." Ye Qingxuan glanced at Ye Qingxuan on the ground. "I didn't want him to interrupt but I didn't think…"
"It's not your fault." Gaius shook his head. "Maybe some old friend who likes drama wanted to give me more trouble."
Hermes's carriage at the end of the square had vanished.
Ignoring the army that had come from afar, Wolf Flute looked at Gaius. "The Sacred City will unleash the enchantment. I must go prepare at the planned location. We'll leave immediately when you all arrive."
"That is good." Gaius nodded. "Help me leave first. Someone will protect me afterward."
Wolf Flute nodded. Taking Gaius's hand, he stepped forward. There was a streak of silver light and then, nothing.
The square was in ruins.
Under the pounding of metal boots on stone, the late soldiers finally arrived. Order was quickly instilled. However, loud booms and explosions continuously sounded in the Sacred City. Thick black smoke rose to the sky, turning the sky black.
The sun was shining but the Sacred City was filled with dark clouds and smoke.
"The headquarters of the garrison was attacked. Casualties unknown."
"General Duke Wilson encountered an assassination and was grave. He is in treatment now…"
"The central water system was attacked. There is a large amount of poison in our drinking water. We are organizing a team for purification."
"Countless bombs went off in the Papal Chamber. Specific details are still unknown."
"The Sacred Court was attacked. The situation is unclear."
Bad news streamed continuously. The panicking nobles were all pale. The archbishops who had just become safe were now in chaos again.
"Failures! You lot of failures!" The Amnesty Department was hurt the hardest. The deaths of six important officials had been confirmed and the archbishop in charge was livid. "How can you let the Revolutionaries come in so easily?! Why didn't the secrecy protection of the Silent Authority work?! Did all the resources we put in go to the Revolutionaries all these years?!"
The deputy of the Silent Authority remained silent with a dark expression.
Saint Handel had died at the hands of traitor Wolf Flute. He probably knew what color underwear they wore, let alone the Silent Authority's plans and secrets!
Now, the Sacred City was paralyzed. Reconstruction would take a long time.
All these years, it seemed that the Revolutionaries were failing gradually. However, they did not know how much power was accumulated secretly. Today, it exploded at once and produced such terrifying results.
It seemed that the colony in the New World had fallen completely. The Revolutionaries had gone from a blight to something immortal.
In the chaos, there was suddenly a calm voice.
"Everyone, please return to your positions so all institutions can restart work." Old Ludovic walked out of the crowd and opened his rheumy eyes. "At this time, the most important task is to pursue traitor Constantine—no, Gaius—don't let him escape!"
"Archbishop Ludovic is right!" Yunlou Qingshu nodded in agreement. "Yunlou City is willing to provide manpower and resources to help the Sacred City regain order."
Those who had been quiet among the cardinals now stood out to support Ludovic. The nobles and ambassadors finally realized that the Ecclesiastical Order had subtly grasped most of the power. After the pope died, they naturally took over the institutions.
It could be said that within half a minute, the Sacred City had fallen into the hands of these old monks. The ascetic monks who had not garnered much attention before now suddenly rose up during the pope's decline. They seemed…well-prepared?
Was this a coincidence?
Or…
"The Sacred City is in chaos right now," Ludovic said lightly. "To avoid aggravating the problem, the Ecclesiastical Order will temporarily take control before the cardinals choose the next pope. I hope the nations will cooperate and help settle the unrest."
Those with fast reactions quickly started to follow the tide. "It seems that it's our fortune to have the Ecclesiastical Order take this risk. We will definitely support you and not disappoint Mr. Ludovic."
F*cking b*tch! Those who reacted slowly started cursing in their minds. However, their bodies were obedient and all started professing their support.
Of course, there were also those who did not understand the current situation and disagreed. However, those idiots probably were already given the death sentence in the minds of many. They also prayed at the same time that the Revolutionaries would not involve them.
The trend was set.
Faced with everyone's support, a smile appeared on Ludovic's old face.
"Very good. If everyone supports it, the world will start running again soon."
Without the King of Red, the world would continue spinning. This time, it would be under the Ecclesiastical Order's control.
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