Everything was silent.
Even the dense fog that was gradually dissipating was frozen in place.
The long breathing of the musicians came from the depths of the mist. In front of the iron gate, Jerome took the package from the back, unwrapped it layer by layer, melted the fire paint covering the royal seal and the national seal, and untied the bonds.
As a result, the rough black iron spear was revealed from behind the linen cloth. The iron spear with pig iron lines still had scarlet blood on it, which was shocking.
As he swung it, he let out a roar like a dragon's roar, splitting the fog and stinging people's eyes.
"—The Gun of St. George?"
Charles took a breath of air and felt something was getting worse: "Isn't this thing lost a long time ago?"
As one of the few remaining artifacts in the world that is recognized as having the power of a "scepter", Angelou nominally owns three of them, namely: the "Sword in the Stone" that determines the national lineage of the cauldron and the "Sword in the Stone" that declares kingship, which can completely eliminate the consequences of natural disasters. The "Gear of St. George", which can destroy all dragons and bodies, and the "Holy Grail of Destruction", which is known as the worst and craziest deterrence method, will destroy the whole country and the enemy once it is activated.
Among these three fatal things, the existence of the "Holy Grail of Destruction" is still a question. Except for the Anglo-Emperor emperors who delivered it orally before their death, no one else in the world knows about it.
The Sword in the Stone disappeared without a trace after the death of King Arthur. It was said to be preserved by the royal family, but no one knew whether it still existed. The Gun of St. George did appear, but it was rumored that it was lost for some reason ten years ago...
As a result, it appeared in front of Charles so suddenly, which immediately made him feel a little shocked in his outlook on life.
"This is a 'spare' that the contemporary Blue King made after the loss of the Gun of St. George just in case." Jerome used all his strength to clenched the weapon in his hand and restrained it with all his strength. The power will explode at any time.
"I never thought that I would actually use it one day."
Jerome's expression was determined: "I'm afraid, this is the worst method."
"Hey Hey hey!"
Charles' expression changed greatly, and he rushed forward and grabbed his trousers: "Brother, what on earth do you want to do! Don't mess around, please tell me, what on earth are we doing here..."
"Don't you understand yet, Ciel?"
Jerome looked back at him with a solemn expression: "If necessary, we will isolate this area with a seal, and then use the power of the Spear of Saint George to completely defeat the Shadow of Avalon and banish the palace to the ethereal realm. Go to the deepest part of..."
"Why is this necessary?"
Charles was shocked, "If you really do this, you will definitely be stabbed and stabbed by the royal family three times, right? You will definitely die a very miserable, miserable, and cruel death!"
"Don't worry, I will definitely have been exiled forever along with the palace by then."
"But I'm still alive!"
Charles was about to cry but had no tears, "I have an eighty-year-old teacher above me and a junior sister who is underage to support. Brother, can't you let me go? Why don't you guys think about others when you are doing things? You said I can't even A girlfriend, why is she so unlucky?"
He was about to squeeze out some tears and cry twice, but his collar was suddenly lifted up.
"Listen up, Ciel!"
Jerome looked at him with cold and solemn eyes, "Complaining can't solve any problems. You still have your own responsibilities to complete! Even if we sacrifice all our lives today, we must not let those damn black musicians... defile The remains of His Majesty Arthur! Do you understand?"
“…”
Charles was stunned: "Remains?"
"Hundreds of years ago, His Majesty's ascension to God failed, 'Kingdom of Heaven' fell into shadow, and humanity's westernmost defense line was crumbling. Since then, successive royal families have used all means and sacrificed many people to maintain this fragile state. The balance is maintained. To this day, His Majesty's throne and body are already the core of the entire Anglo defense line. Once it collapses, all the sacrifices made over the past hundreds of years will be in vain."
Jerome's voice was like iron scraping, with a decisive hoarse reverberation:
"—We will use all our strength to prevent those guys from turning His Majesty... into a natural disaster!"
boom!
The earth shook.
The whole city trembled.
Above the dark sky, a burning light spread, illuminating Ciel's pale face.
Just in the distance, the white tower leading straight to the starry sky trembled, crumbled, and was about to collapse. A dark vortex turned into the sun and slowly rose into the sky.
Announcing the coming destruction.
The breath from the abyss falls from the sky like a tide...
"What a shame."
Jerome lowered his eyes: "It seems we have no time to hesitate."
In his hand, the pitch-black sacred spear escaped from the ground, causing the earth to reverberate in a low tone. It was as if the sleeping dragon under the Nine Earths had awakened and roared with rage.
Around the palace, on dozens of nodes, the Mary's Spear wedged into the earth roared, emitting a sharp resonant sound. Electric light burst out, and the blazing rays of light connected with each other, forming a huge alchemical matrix.
Just like Abraham said, Ciel is a genius, and his talent as a musician is unparalleled. Intuition alone is enough to find all the best knots.
Four hundred Mary's Guns trembled, resonated, and shot out lightning from each other. At each node, royal musicians dressed in black bowed their heads and recited the eulogies in the movement in unison.
"... It's me, I have to repent, with my hands and feet bound, in hell."
They cut their wrists, blood flowed, and fell into the dirt. The blood spread, flowing like a snake in the chanting melody, integrating into the huge matrix.
Life is passing by, lost in the rapidly growing power. The musicians who were determined to die hoarsely chanted: "My soul deserves to be whipped and fettered, just as you have suffered..."
"Passion".
This is the martyrdom chapter of the saints, who sacrificed their lives in exchange for the melody of miracles—once activated, regardless of success or failure, their lives will forever be buried in a world of darkness.
A huge barrier sprouted from the node, and in an instant it enveloped the entire palace, isolating the inside and outside.
Just in front of the barrier, Jerome silently held the spear of St. George. On the blade of the spear, a majesty that shocked all things appeared silently.
Charles was almost suffocated. He raised his hand and shouted hoarsely: "Hey, old man, don't be impulsive... Wait a minute!"
"Gavin has the resonance bell of the Royal Orchestra on his body, which is enough to temporarily borrow the power of all the Royal Musicians except the Shadow of Avalon, including the four masters except me... If he also fails, then we have no choice. "
Jerome lowered his head and looked at the palace door that slowly opened in front of him, and behind the layers of shadows, the shadow on the burning throne: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. If I am Angelou's sinner, let me May you sink into hell forever."
He gripped the spear tightly and raised it with all his strength.
As a result, the magnificent music burst out of thin air, and in the void, countless souls sang in unison, as if divine power descended from the sky, running in water, earth, fire and wind, creating all things and destroying them completely.
The core of the Shadow of Avalon roared and trembled.
Outside the Kingdom of Shadows, in the dark room, the masters of the Royal Orchestra closed their eyes, resonated with each other, and continuously blessed Jerome's body with all their power, so that he would not be affected by the terrifying flames. Burned out in an instant.
In that terrifying power, Jerome's body was covered with miserable cracks, and blood flowed out of them, and was immediately evaporated.
Above his head, the ring of ether that resonated with the world silently emerged, shining brightly, then trembling, shocked by the terrifying power, and about to collapse.
"-May all glory belong to Angelou, and may we sleep forever under this glorious glory."
He roared, tightened his grip on the spear, and stabbed it down at his feet.
The sky collapsed.
Amidst the roar, the front of the spear burst out with blazing light. Twisting ripples appeared around the huge barrier that enveloped the palace.
The world in the film has been distorted and is about to be completely broken apart.
Vigorous power emerged from Jerome's body and merged into the Holy Spear, completely pushing the palace into the deepest part of the etheric world, forever out of this world.
Ciel's body was lifted up by the burst of power like a fallen leaf, flying in the air and rolling involuntarily. He turned his head hard and looked at Jerome's back.
He was enveloped in frenzied flames, holding the holy spear high. Before the Holy Spear, all the music theory in Shadow of Avalon was shattered and about to collapse.
But at that moment.
All was silent.
The flames froze in the air, the air waves stopped in place, the cracks stopped spreading, and the roar stopped abruptly. Everything came to an abrupt end in this sudden silence.
It's like time has stopped.
But as Ciel stared at the rubble hovering in front of him, he could only feel a burst of fear from the bottom of his heart - at that moment, everything in the entire Shadow of Avalon came to a halt.
He was forcibly nailed to the spot, unable to move.
Even the majestic sea of ether solidified and became frozen under this terrifying majesty - this is the ultimate way of change, a terrifying power far beyond all human imagination.
In the dark vortex above everyone's head, at some point, a hand slowly stretched out.
It fell into the void.
Then everything came to an abrupt end.
"It's time!"
"It's time!"
"It's time!"
The black musicians enthusiastically praised, cheered, and danced, offering their blood and bones, water and soil, and the souls and lives they hunted for its arrival.
After decades of careful planning, countless wealth and accumulations were consumed, and Mapas’ decisive sacrifice resulted in the arrival of “power”.
It was a terrifying shadow cast from the etheric realm, an incarnation from the "abyss".
The source of all evil, the lord of darkness, the mother of chaos, the king of destruction and killing... The god who crowns the source of all darkness in this world - the natural disaster and the one with hundreds of eyes!
The incarnation of God has arrived.
As a result, the world in the shadow played a hymn of destruction.