"Char..."
Ciel heard moans that seemed to come from hell.
He turned around and saw Jerome's withered face in the pool of blood, with his lips open and closed.
That person has become rickety and withered under the erosion of the abyss' breath. It looked like a weathered skeleton, but the light of the soul still remained in his body, lingering on.
"pick up… "
He used his last strength to hold Ciel's hand tightly, his eyes seemed to be burning with will-o'-the-wisps: "Pick it up, Ciel! Pick it up! You are the only one now..."
Only you can stop him!
"I?"
Charles was stunned. He lowered his head sluggishly and saw the silent spear in the pool of blood. It was a replica of the Spear of St. George, a peerless artifact with only one strike.
"You want... you want me to go?"
He murmured blankly, looked up at the black shadow coming toward him, and shivered.
He really wanted to ask if he could find a lighter job for himself. I am innocent. I have made contributions to Angelou. He has bled for the institute. I want to see Newton. Why should I, a civilian institute, go to the institute? On the battlefield, I'm not even a fucking musician. If you can do it, you can do it. I don't have a girlfriend yet. I have an older brother, a younger brother, and a younger brother who is worried about me. So can I not go? I'm so beautiful and have unparalleled talent. Shi Zhan, it would be a damn shame to die here.
But if you go up, you'll die, if you don't, you'll die. Both ends are dead. Can you let me choose a better one
But there is no good death.
"So... I can only go to bed?"
He muttered to himself blankly, but his body succumbed to Jerome's words.
Maybe it was because of the hoarse command of the dying man, maybe it was because of the expectation and majesty contained in the language, maybe... it was because of the pursuit and attraction of nature.
strength.
The power lies beneath your feet.
In the pool of blood, Jerome's eyes were full of anticipation.
Charles, do you want to be a waste for the rest of your life and meet the disappointed eyes of those people, or do you want to be a hero? Even if it's just a short moment...
So, Ciel bent down and picked up the power.
Holding it in your hand is like holding a piece of burning iron.
He roared in pain, screamed, fell to his knees, and twitched**.
There was flame running through the internal organs, trying to burn the person into ashes. The immense power surged from the spear, swallowing up his will and shattering it.
Anger emerged from his shattered will, making him howl.
The roaring sound was like a dying dragon, like the substantial power of the dragon bursting out from his body, lifting up and tearing apart all objects. Jerome, who was the first to be involved, was also involved. But the man had a happy smile on his face.
That's it! That's right! That's it!
Ciel, you can do it and you must do it!
Jerome grinned and disappeared into ashes, but the remaining power gathered in the blood and blended into Ciel's cracked skin.
Just like mortals who try to cross the realm of gods, they will only be burned to ashes by the flames of light in an instant. Even though it was just a spare, the huge power contained in St. George's Spear was enough to incinerate him in an instant.
Just this moment, just one moment is enough.
As long as Ciel can stop the Lord of Darkness, then everything will be worth it, even the tragic sacrifice!
Fiery blood spurted out from his body. In the blood, Ciel roared in pain. Dominated by that power, his eyes released a dazzling light, as if a scorching sun was burning violently in his body.
Then, strength and authority, pain and torture came one after another.
He roared, clenching the spear, and the vague notes on the spear lit up, bursting out with a blazing light that could not be seen directly. The spear had almost lost its confusion and turned into some kind of terrifying existence restrained in such a form. The dragon soul sealed inside was roaring.
Then, the earth was shaken.
Ciel, who was in the flames, clenched his spear and stabbed it out suddenly. In front of the spear, all the ether was burned away, and a vacuum realm appeared.
In this realm, everything is doomed.
"Delusion!"
In the dark tide, the Lord of Darkness roared furiously, as if dragging the entire abyss towards him, unstoppable!
The power of the abyss and the Spear of St. George collided tit-for-tat. Even the Avalon Barrier was unable to detect the changes and could only detect chaos.
In the chaos, the aura of the abyss boiled, causing wild ripples. And Ciel was in the burning flames, roaring in pain.
"Ciel?"
At that moment, on the top of the White Tower, Ye Qingxuan was also stunned. There was no time for him to hesitate. He gritted his teeth and pressed his palms on the crack in his chest - resonance!
In an instant, the bell rang.
Using Xiao Yuan as the fulcrum, he suddenly moved the Avalon barrier.
In the dark cellar, a matrix of sixteen stone tablets roared and twisted, changing angles and positions to form a new structure.
In the violent earthquake, the moon wheel above the sky twisted, as if it had experienced a long time in an instant, from a full moon to a incomplete one, and slid down to the top of Ciel's head.
The moonlight swept down like a torrent of waterfalls, passed through the chaos, and enveloped Ciel's body.
"It must work, it must work, it must work..."
Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and prayed. His will guided the power in the barrier to fall from the sky, and the moonlight transformed and penetrated into Charles' body.
Referring to the experience of setting up a small source in his body, he restrained the raging ether in Ciel's body, but felt that he was trying to block a volcano that was on the verge of erupting.
Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He only shared part of the pressure, but he was almost destroyed from within by the pressure.
But Ciel is not even a formal musician, but he is able to control that kind of power and keep his body intact... How terrible is this guy's talent? !
Relying on the support of the tuning instrument, he did not hesitate to transfer all the pressure to the barrier through Xiaoyuan's lever, mobilized all the power he could mobilize now, and in an instant, passed through the resonance and entered the barrier. In chaos.
The moonlight wires wrapped around Ciel's limbs and bones, and were burned and evaporated by the flames, but they were destroyed and reborn. Ye Qingxuan endured the intense pain every moment, desperately supporting the connection between the two and maintaining this resonance.
"A mere copy..."
In the abyss of darkness, the Lord of Darkness gnashed his teeth. He changed his form. The body that looked like a deformed skeleton opened his hands and tightly grasped the spear of St. George stabbing his chest.
The friction between the palms and the flame spear caused sparks to burst out, and various music theories continued to entangle, distort, and destroy, causing strange aftermath.
He stared angrily at Ciel, who was close at hand, and through him, he seemed to see the young man's will in the moonlight. In the abyss, thoughts of pure malice rushed into the minds of the two of them following their gazes.
"I didn't expect...it was you..."
"This trick is useless!"
Ye Qingxuan stopped in front of Charles, and the invisible river in his mind faced all kinds of "images" of the abyss. Although it collapsed at the first touch, there was a moonlight rising in the collapsed river, holding on to that moment. impact.
Then, he opened his mouth and roared with all his strength:
"—Maxwell, what are you waiting for, you old fool!!!!"
The scorching sun falls from the sky.
The sword in the stone roared, piercing the darkness and destroying everything.
Sixteen layers of wings burst through the air, and the Sword in the Stone reached its peak, and slashed downward with a sword!
This sword marks a thousand years of separation!
The golden chapter of victory sounded loudly, forming a huge whirlpool in the sea of ether, swallowing up all the power within reach, bursting out from the blade, forming the ultimate formula of the School of Change.
—The elements are annihilated!
The sword blade descended from the sky and penetrated the abyss, cutting through the abyss and head. It also penetrated the core of this incarnation and severed its brain.
After a muffled sound, there was dead silence.
Chaos dissipated, the abyss dissipated, the spear of St. George penetrated the chest of the Lord of Darkness, and the final power exploded, destroying his last counterattack.
"I see… "
The face of the Lord of Darkness was broken, as if weathered, but with an expression of resentment and anger: "Ye Lanzhou, it turns out that you have..."
He used his last strength and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to strangle the young man in the moonlight, but his trembling palm broke and fell apart.
The entire body was pulled by the power of the sword in the stone, quickly collapsed and twisted, and was sucked into the blade with a whine. Until the end, it turned into a floating shadow in the clear sword blade.
As it was sealed, the power of "Genesis" also dissipated, and it was re-sealed into the dossier by Haydn. He sat back in the wheelchair tiredly, showing his age.
Everything is back to its original state.
The barrier weakened rapidly, and in the end it was almost gone. The tuner in the dark cellar fell apart, and the reborn movement returned to silence. What comes from death eventually returns to death.
In place, the wings of light behind Maxwell dissipated, and the halo above his head shattered.
He half-knelt on the ground, vomiting out the broken light, but when he stared at the ancient sword in his hand, which gradually lost its light, there was a look of relief on his face.
"We're done. The sacrifices of so many people have not been in vain."
No one responded because those people were dead.
In that unknown country of the dead, I don’t know whether there will be relief and satisfaction waiting for me.
Maxwell, no, the shaman closed his eyes and whispered softly: "I hope they can find their own value during their lifetime..."
Snap.
As the Spear of St. George shattered, Charles staggered back. His whole body seemed to be burned red, and fine blood oozed from his pores. He bent over and vomited blood.
He stared at the fragments of the Spear of St. George and stretched out his hand to hold it, as if he had seen some phantom or dream that did not exist here.
"Don't go..." he said.
Phantoms and dreams faded.
He closed his eyes and fell into darkness.
Maxwell stretched out his hand, caught his body, and carefully handed him over to the Knight of the Round Table beside him, "Contact the chant doctor of the Order for emergency treatment. All files of this operation will be permanently sealed after being submitted to Her Majesty the Queen. Enter the sixth seal."
"yes."
Lan Malok nodded, carefully held Ciel, and walked towards the opened passage.
In the silence, Maxwell looked around the dark city that had returned to coldness and dimness, and sighed softly: "It's finally over."
"No, not yet."
The boy's hoarse murmur floated in the wind. Maxwell turned around in surprise, but the boy was no longer visible on the top of the White Tower.