Crown of Silence

Chapter 646 The Second and the First

Asgard, the capital.

The ice sea condensed, and the chaotic snow blew from afar and fell on the huge city built on the mountain.

The heat rose in the noisy city, melting the snow falling from the sky into drizzle, which fell on the city wall. The condensed ice ridges extended downward. Looking from afar, it seemed like an upside-down forest.

From time to time, broken icicles fell and fell on the ground, making a crisp sound.

This city chosen by the cold, every day is lingering in this melody-like cold sound.

The fragmented sound spread, merged into the wind, passed over the huge city, and rolled up against the iceberg. In the end, it hit the iron wall and burst into a low resonance.

In the entire city surrounded by high mountains, the higher you go, the fewer buildings there are. In addition to the Rock Iron Academy occupying the middle layer, there are the "audience towers" built by various huge clans here.

The sixteen clans that followed the emperor and established this country raised their clan flags and totems here to protect the emperor. The nine electors who now make up the Senate and rule the country on behalf of the king are from among them.

Countless flags are hung on those high towers, fluttering in the wind and snow, and rustling.

And the most conspicuous is the towering iron city at the highest point.

It is a huge palace made entirely of steel, decorated with luxurious lapis lazuli, like a sleeping giant lying on the top of the mountain, listening to the noise of the world, then slightly opening his eyes and glancing at the mortal world.

Gladisheim.

The imperial palace, known as the "Golden Palace", is located on the highest isolated peak in the world. The residence of the arrogant emperor has been vacant for nearly a hundred years.

After the death of the last ambitious emperor, no one has been able to enter it. Only the electors of the Senate can step into it and kowtow to the empty throne.

And just below the huge golden palace, in the deepest part of Glasheim, there is eternal lightning.

Hundreds of layers of barriers of all sizes cover the entire mountain, blocking all ether fluctuations from leaking out, hiding the terrifying divine power and majesty.

The eternal thunder illuminates the dark mountain.

The lightning flows like an ocean. After watching it for a long time, it seems that lightning has condensed into metal and interwoven into the capital of the gods. The phantoms of countless gods appear from the thunder and disappear immediately, leaving behind a fleeting figure in this mortal world.

The tiny mortals walking in it are like dust.

This is the real core of the entire Asgard, the real golden palace!

The vast sea of ​​lightning is turbulent between this narrow world, but what sounds is not the loud sound of thunder and lightning, but a magnificent and huge movement.

For hundreds of years, countless musicians have integrated their own destiny into it and become part of the gods in the golden palace. Countless firewoods gathered into a terrifying flame, turning the sea of ​​thunder into a womb, giving birth to the embryo of miracles.

And just in front of the huge lapis lazuli gate, the magnificent rainbow light flowing from the etheric world almost condensed into substance, turning into a huge bridge, leading mortals from the mortal world to the kingdom of gods.

After gathering the power of Asgard, countless musicians spent their lives and hundreds of upper elements and fourteen divine elements to create a blank natural disaster created by artificial power.

Just in the process of gestation, the etheric world has already collapsed permanently, and the sublimation country has evolved on the level of this material world.

Even before it was born, it showed a terrifying power that was no less than the four living creatures and a terrible destructive power that far surpassed the eight phenomena.

Even if it was blocked by nine lapis lazuli gates, the majesty it leaked was hard for the old people in front of the door to resist.

That is the eternal throne of the future emperor, a divine disaster created by humans after disobeying the laws of the cult.

The King of Kings - Odin!

But in such a sacred place, behind the layers of lapis lazuli doors, there is a faint wailing.

As if experiencing unimaginable torture, the hoarse roar is like a dying beast, constantly ringing, full of pain and madness.

On the Rainbow Bridge, nine old men in gorgeous clothes from the Senate looked at each other, and there was a hint of shock in their eyes.

"Helmut, how long has he been in there?"

"One hour."

Among them, the elder in red raised his eyes and whispered, "It's twice as long as at the beginning. He has been persisting longer and longer under the divine tempering of Odin..."

"Too crazy." The old man in white shook his head, "The arrogance in his heart is greater than we know."

"The emperor should be arrogant."

The elder in blue said, "If he can pass the final test, he may be able to merge with Odin and become a true god king. Now that he has gained the resonance of Odin's elements, the prospects are promising. I think we can wait and see."

The elder in white did not respond, but stared at the lapis lazuli gate in silence.

No one expected that two months ago, after witnessing Bach throwing the Spear of Destiny, the Third Emperor would be given such a strong stimulus.

The genius musician who was only one step away from the scepter and had never been defeated, and was praised as the Third Emperor who could touch the source in the future... could not even step within a hundred steps of the Blue King.

A gap of a hundred steps is a chasm that makes people despair.

Two days after Bach left, the dusty third prince returned to the capital, met with the nine electors, and put forward his demands.

Then, he embarked on this road of death that swallowed up countless masters and scepters.

He wanted to gain the approval of sleeping Odin and become one with the blank divinity.

This is a strange road that only emperors at the end of their rope would choose for hundreds of years. Setting foot on this road is tantamount to death.

No one could persist in the Golden Palace for an hour. Even before meeting Odin, his body was destroyed by the power contained in the divine element and turned into ashes.

But now, under the curtain of divinity and the judgment of thunder, instead of being melted by the endless thunder, the third emperor's son has continuously developed his terrifying talents and potential.

In just one month, six meetings were like six deaths and rebirths.

And when he climbed out from behind the bronze door again, the nine electors could hardly recognize his appearance.

Withered and weak, it looked like it was made of accumulated gravel. Through the translucent chest, the painful beating of the heart could be faintly seen, and the blood seemed to be eroded by the thunder entangled in the bone marrow. But half of the once handsome face had turned into charcoal, hideous and tragic.

Even one eye has long since vanished into thin air.

But above the tragic face, what was flowing in the remaining pupils was the magnificent golden light. Like a microcosm of the Thunder Sea, brewing within it is the lightning of destruction and rebirth.

Odin's divinity has seeped into his chapter of destiny.

He has gradually entered that realm and gained the favor of the King of Kings...

On that body, half was dead, but on the dead body, there was a god resurrected.

At this moment, the third emperor's son is no longer a pure human being, but a demigod who can look down on the mythical hero who created great achievements and inherited the blood of the god.

Now, the tragic scars are leaving quickly, the flesh and blood are being regenerated, and the skin is growing again, but the lost left eye is still empty and has never returned.

But the lightning in the other eye became more intense.

"What's going on here?"

The third emperor's son leaned against the bronze door, and when he saw the old people in front of the door, his eyes became happy, "What mistake did I make again?

Nine noble electors from the Senate actually deigned to come here to look for me, the third emperor's son? "

"Now you're second."

Helmut said: "You have proven your ability to the Senate. From now on, you will be promoted to the 'Second Emperor's Son'. I hope you can go further."

"Not number one?"

The young man who was already the second emperor's son laughed hoarsely, raised his head, looked around, and asked teasingly: "Where is my good-for-nothing brother? He must be here too, right?"

As he spoke, he looked behind the nine old people: "Is that you? Brother, I saw your crutch. My eyes can no longer see clearly. Please walk closer."

"Yes, dear brother, it's me."

A deep voice sounded, and a rickety middle-aged man limped forward with a cane.

He is obviously only middle-aged, but he looks as if he is already very old. His hair has begun to turn gray. His congenital spinal deformity makes his body stooped, and his underdeveloped right leg prevents him from walking independently without crutches.

As he got closer, the contrast between the two became more intense.

One is as handsome as a god, the other is ugly and rickety, they are two extremes.

It's hard to imagine that this is the first emperor's son, the closest candidate to the throne of Asgard.

Every ten years, the Senate selects young people from all the clans who are qualified to be emperor, brings them together, calls each other brothers, abandons their original parents, abandons their own names, and becomes the emperor's son from then on. son.

In a long time, they will compete to find the real winner, seize the slim chance, and become the only orthodox emperor in the entire West.

At this moment, the rickety first emperor's son was the one closest to the throne.

There will never be another one.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are getting older, brother."

The second emperor stretched out his hand and rubbed his somewhat gray hair teasingly: "Take care of yourself, don't wait until I defeat you and die of old age."

The First Emperor's son was pushed awkwardly and almost fell down.

The elders frowned.

But the First Emperor's Son was not furious. He just raised one eye from his messy hair and looked at him with a faint smile: "Do you really want my name so much? My brother..."

"Don't be too lazy, brother."

The second emperor's son responded indifferently: "I will not let a deformed child ride on my head for too long."

"In that case, let's go and bring Guixu back."

The First Emperor looked at him and said softly: "My promise, as evidenced by the six electors, is that if you return in triumph, I will give you everything I have."

There was a long silence, and the second emperor was stunned.

"you sure?"

"certainly."

The First Emperor looked at the nine electors behind him: "The Senate will witness our bet."

"very good."

The second emperor laughed happily and looked at the old people: "I will prove to you who is the real master of this country!"

He patted the first emperor's son on the shoulder, turned and left.

"Just wait patiently, brother. I will prepare a chair for you next to my throne in the future so that I can touch your little head full of wisdom at any time."

Soon, the electors of the Senate left, leaving only Helmut, who had first arrived, and the silent First Emperor's son.

Helmut looked at the direction in which the second emperor son was leaving, his eyes disappointed: "He is too proud."

"But he is powerful enough, isn't he?" the first emperor asked.

"That's what I'm worried about."

The old elector sighed, "Asgard is powerful enough and does not need an emperor who is only powerful. His pride will destroy him. If he is the emperor, his pride will destroy this country."

As he spoke, he looked at the First Emperor: "Why give up now? Believe me, you are the person closest to the throne in the past hundred years... no one.

You still have enough time, try again. "

"He has too."

The First Emperor's eyes were silent: "It will take enough time for him to slowly change, and I will help him."

Helmut shook his head.

"I don't know how you persuade the Senate to accept this proposal, but I'm afraid you are too pessimistic. Even without the emperor, the Senate is enough to continue to maintain this empire."

"No, the Senate system protected Asgard when this country lost its master, but Asgard can no longer rely on the Senate."

The First Emperor's son leaned on his crutches and said in a low voice: "The times have changed, Helmut. Everything is changing rapidly. We are not allowed to copy the past system and conduct debates and meetings slowly... Too many voices will only Ruined this country.

It just needs a leader.

A powerful, majestic leader who can guide the Asgardians. "

The old man asked, "Even if that person is not you?"

The First Emperor smiled, lowered his head, and patted his deformed right leg in silence: "From the day I found out that I was a deformed child, I knew that person would not be me."

Helmut was silent.

"Anyway, to Asgard, it doesn't matter who the emperor is, right?"

The crutches hit the ground, and the rickety middle-aged man turned and left:

"As long as he's not a cripple..."