"Finally, are you going to die?"
The top of the White Tower, the highest point of the Dark City.
There was silence among the layers of corpses, and Robin and Mordred were no longer seen. The lonely boy was left lying in a pool of his own blood, giving up his futile struggle.
Emergency stitches, useless. Healing movement, if you haven’t learned it, it’s useless. I have taken all the life-extending medicines, but they are still useless... It would be better to say that they are a drop in the bucket and will only increase the pain.
The heart was completely broken, venom seeped into the internal organs, and two-thirds of the blood had been lost. In the pool of warm blood, Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the sky, feeling himself dying bit by bit.
"It's so quiet."
He looked at the world that was getting darker. Unexpectedly, he didn't feel afraid, but just a little regretful.
There are still so many things that have not been done, so many roads that have not been completed, and so many words that I have not yet said to those people.
Pity.
What a pity…
In the silence, faint footsteps sounded, quietly walking through a pool of blood, and stopped beside him, looking down at him with clear eyes.
"Ye Qingxuan, you are going to die."
There was a distant voice in his heart, like an hallucination. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't hear it clearly.
"To be honest, I don't want to either."
"There is nothing we can do if we don't want to. Ye Qingxuan, no one is immune to death."
"Is there no other way? I think I can still save him."
"Ye Qingxuan, you are hopeless." The visitor looked at him with pity and shook his head sadly: "I will miss the days of playing marbles with you."
"...Is that so? It seems there is really nothing we can do."
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes regretfully, "I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name for so long."
"Gawain."
It said, "Just call us Gawain."
"Gawain?"
The young man gradually sank into the darkness: "Since you can read my heart, can you help me leave some last words on the ground?"
"Okay." Gawain agreed, "Is there anything else?"
"Take out my heart..."
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Late at night, in Avalon, the tide surges for no reason.
First, the roar of the White Tower resounded throughout the city, waking everyone up from their dreams, but making them feel like they were trapped in another nightmare.
Immediately afterwards, the Great Barrier of Avalon collapsed, and the entire city fell into chaos. Without the suppression of the Great Barrier of Avalon, the concentration of ether increased rapidly. In just a few hours, it had moved from the safe white zone to the yellow zone, and was even driven to evolve further into the red zone.
The Musicians Association and the Order have been fully activated and opened their own enchantments, but they are of no avail and can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.
Who could have predicted that the barrier that had shrouded Avalon for hundreds of years would suddenly collapse
Immediately afterwards, a black sun appeared in the sky out of thin air. The frenzied vortex quietly emerged from the Shadow of Avalon, suspended above the moonlight, swallowing up everything, exuding a rich aura of the abyss.
All the musicians were so excited that they did not dare to move for fear that their minds would be infected and confused by the abyssal atmosphere.
At that moment, all contact and communication with the outside world were completely cut off... At this moment, Avalon truly became an isolated island in the sea.
And in the middle of this chaos, in the dark alley in the bustling downtown area, the man sitting on the chair slowly opened his eyes.
Outside the alley, there was the sound of steel rubbing against each other.
Hundreds, thousands…
At this critical moment, the army was dispatched in large numbers. At least a small army rushed into the lower city, as if stepping onto a battlefield, holding tower shields, wearing iron armor, and their spears reflected the cold moonlight.
In all directions, there were countless roars of metal friction, and countless people gradually surrounded him, with cold murderous intent in their eyes.
The iron boots crushed the obstruction, and the roar was endless.
"It seems that the House of Representatives... has finally started to take action."
A coldness flashed in Guishou's eyes, and he looked back at the closed door behind him, "Sir, if you don't leave, it will be too late."
There was silence in the dark room behind the door.
The shaman seemed to wake up from a dream and opened his eyes.
"Wait a moment." He said, closing his eyes again.
Dark and silent.
Guishou was stunned for a moment and sighed sadly.
"Is this what 'Stay in front of the door and don't let anyone in' means?"
He rubbed his face and sighed softly: "This is an entire company of heavy armor, Mr. Shaman. This order of yours is a little too overwhelming..."
Click, click, click.
The lock is open.
On his arms, the black gloves binding the invisible hands were untied and fell to the ground.
Just at the entrance of the alley, the cold light of steel appeared, and the heavy infantry regiment advancing in formation raised their spears and pointed them at the old man in front.
Behind the formation, someone in the city guard's command team was shouting.
"Kill him! Kill him! Drag the shaman out... Anyone who resists will be executed on the spot!"
The hunched and wizened man waved the coat of arms in his hand and screamed, "This is an order from Her Majesty the Queen! You don't have to wonder, execute it quickly!"
Ingmar no longer looks as elegant and dignified as he once did.
Within a few days, almost all of his hair had fallen out, revealing a patchy scalp and a hunched back, as if he had aged several dozen years.
A large amount of dead flower medicine cured him from madness, but also completely distorted his mind, making him severely addicted. In just a few days, he turned into this crazy person. No matter how unreasonable the order is, as long as the hint is poured into the brain, it will be carried out obediently, like a tattered puppet.
"Why are you still standing there? Come on! Come on!" He screamed, like a clown, urging him repeatedly.
Beside him, the commander who had obviously had his mind controlled sat numbly on his horse, raising his hands and pressing them down under his orders.
boom!
The heavily armored sergeants took a step forward in unison, advancing like a forest, destroying the wall, breaking the bricks and stones, and pushing towards the lonely old man in front.
"Is this... starting? At least let me prepare."
Guishou was stunned for a moment, and he hurriedly pulled off the strip of cloth from his shirt and tied up his shoulder-length gray hair, revealing a thin face with regret:
"It's a pity. I should have drank some wine."
The pair of turbid pupils were raised, reflecting the roaring steel array, and he licked his lips:
"Let's get some blood first..."
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Ten minutes ago.
In the center of the entire city, in an area that seemed to be forever engulfed in fog and darkness, the sound of steel rubbing against steel suddenly came.
A huge door quietly emerged from the thick fog that made it invisible. Right in front of that door, human beings are as insignificant as dust.
In the closed crack, you can vaguely see the terrifying shadow behind the door.
"What is this?" Charles almost lost his voice.
"What else could it be? A palace."
Jerome threw a drawing into his arms: "Hurry up. If Gavin fails, then there won't be much time for you to hesitate. You have fifteen people and four hundred 'Mary's Guns' Sir Newton assures me that you can complete the defense task, and I hope you will not disappoint me."
"impossible!"
Charles shook his head in astonishment: "Do you know how arduous calculations are required to calculate defense position nodes in such a large area with four hundred guns?! At least give me a hand-cranked computer!"
An ether ball was thrown into his arms: "You still have four minutes and forty-five seconds."
"The ether ball you gave me is of no use!" Charles threw the ether ball in his hand to the ground angrily, and then picked it up depressedly: "Forget it, it's better than nothing. Damn it, there's actually something installed inside. The 'block' we developed, the score is quite high..."
"You still have four minutes and thirty seconds."
"That's enough, I'm going to work, old man, shut up."
Ciel glared at him, his expression arrogant and angry, as if he were glaring at a retarded person who would only interfere with his work. Jerome was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked away, "It's up to you."
There were several square drawings spread out on the ground. Ciel brightened the ether ball as a lighting light and lowered his head to study the complex terrain configuration and ether parameters.
It was like he was petrified, motionless.
In the silence, no one spoke. He was the only one breathing heavily, his eyes trembling as he scanned the map over and over again. Sweat seeped out violently from the back of his neck and forehead, and fell on the map along his chin, leaving streaks of water on it.
three minutes.
He swallowed his saliva, pulled out his pen, hesitated for a moment, then quickly tapped his finger to draw three huge intersecting ovals on the map, with the palace gate included in the center of the ellipse.
Fine ink dots were all over it, and the scrawled handwriting quickly marked the parameters and locations. He was so focused on it that he completely forgot where he was.
Two minutes.
The pen was thrown aside, and the crisp sound attracted Jerome. He turned around, only to see Ciel slumped on the ground, and the drawing full of annotations behind him.
"finished."
Charles stared at him and gasped: "What are you looking at? Master, I need to get serious, I'm even afraid of myself!"
Two minutes and fifteen seconds, so fast!
Jerome's eyes twitched slightly, he waved his hand, and the royal musicians carrying the sealing equipment disappeared silently into the thick fog.
In the silent mist, there were only sharp sounds coming one after another.
It was the sound of a long sharp cone digging into the ground.
"You are more surprising than Sir Newton said."
Jerome stood in front of the huge door and looked back at him: "He is indeed a genius from the Royal Academy. His computing power exceeds ordinary people's imagination."
Charles shook his head calmly, "It's just that he has a good brain, nothing to boast about."
…That’s weird!
Charles was actually so weak that he couldn't do anything anymore. He was already sweating profusely and his face was stiff: Are you okay with your brain? Where has he used his brain since his debut? !
Uncle Charles is running rampant in Avalon, relying on his beauty and intuition, okay
In short... He was forced to take the position just now because he was in a hurry.
Give me five minutes to do a task that would take more than two weeks for a team to complete on a hand-cranked computer. Are you kidding me? Why don't you let me go to heaven
Therefore, after handing over the results that he had fudged with his feelings, he became more and more uneasy. If it fails to activate, will I be killed by these angry royal musicians
And what on earth do these bastards want to do? Standing outside the palace with a sealing device... Do you want to usurp the throne and work in rebellion
Otherwise, who in the right mind would think of "sealing the palace"
No, these guys are too evil.
I have to run if I find an opportunity...
At the moment when Charles made up his mind, he realized that everything was silent.