In the silence, only the face in the crystal sang softly.
The lingering singing voice spread in the rain and spread in all directions.
As a result, the dark ocean made a sharp sound and boiled. The dark river suddenly emerged from the deepest depths, and countless evil creatures in the sea responded with their voices.
They are coming.
The sea and sky roared.
"Your Majesty..."
Lancelot knelt down on one knee and begged: "Please return to the throne."
"Is it time?"
Elizabeth smiled, holding the singing crystal and looking at the faces in it: "Do you think so too?"
No one responded.
But in the silence, the sleeping face opened its eyes.
The eyes that seemed to contain the abyss stared at the emperor in front of him, seemingly enlightened, but empty. Only the animal nature of natural disasters surged, flowed, and gathered into substance, like an endless deep sea.
That was the glance cast by Leviathan from his deep sleep, looking at the turbulent world.
Elizabeth smiled.
"Be of good cheer, Prince Thames, I will be with the blood of sin."
She held the crystal prism, stepped up the steps step by step, sat on her throne, stared at the dark ocean and sky, and whispered softly:
"—This time, I will definitely cut you off along with this ominous blood."
collapse!
The crisp sound of steel rubbing against steel sounded from under the throne.
Big earthquake**.
No, it's further down. It's not just the palace hanging alone at the highest point like a cage, nor the gorgeous and solemn upper town, but Avalon.
The deepest part of Avalon was shaken violently.
The mechanism that had been buried in the darkness since its construction was activated. Under the refinement of the ether furnace, huge power was extracted from the ether veins, spurting out like a waterfall, driving the extremely heavy gears. .
Steel roared.
The earth was torn apart, flames were ignited, hurricanes were set off, and heavy rains were blocked.
In the roar that seemed to have been passed down from eternity ago, the floor of the throne hall cracked and shattered, and countless steel and gears emerged from under the steel frame. The floor shattered, fell, and got stuck in the gaps, but it could not stop its operation and was crushed. Shattered into dust.
collapse! collapse! collapse!
A harsh, sharp sound erupted from the throne.
Nails popped out one after another, wedged deeply into Elizabeth's spine, connecting to the nerve center. Layers of steel rose up, covering her, causing her body to blend with the steel.
Until the end, the whole person was fixed on the throne, even his little finger could not move.
At this moment, she has been connected to the huge machine, connected to the facilities of countless branches all over Avalon, turning the earth into a body, with countless huge steel machines as internal organs, rushing under the ocean Her aetheric ley lines are her blood...
"The long-cherished wishes of our ancestors are here..."
In the terrifying pain, Elizabeth's blood protruded from her pores, and the dragon's power spurted out like flames, sweeping across and covering the entire Avalon, bringing everything under her control.
A smile appeared on her pale face with difficulty, and she whispered softly:
"—Now, I am Avalon, and I am Angel."
The emperor has stepped onto his throne. After abandoning his mortal body, he penetrates the steel with the power of the dragon and becomes one with his land...
This is a war that has been prepared for hundreds of years.
Even the emperor himself has to become a bargaining chip and bet on the gambling table...
At this moment, the destructive dragon's power has been strengthened thousands of times, emerging from the deepest part of the earth, sweeping like a torrent. In just an instant, red lotus blossoms bloomed on the ocean.
Just seeing it makes your eyes sting.
Just existing will swallow everything.
If you just touch it, you will be involved in destruction...
An essence that was far more than a thousand times greater than Mary's was revealed from the dragon's power. In just an instant, it tore apart several pitch-black rivers and wiped out countless villains in the sea.
For so many years, Elizabeth had been struggling to contain the monster in her body, but when this war came, she finally no longer needed to be patient and released the hungry beast from its cage.
This power and its host are one and two-sided, just like the city and its shadow.
Human blood carries human consciousness, while dragon blood carries the negative elements bred from one's own personality, pure darkness and madness.
This is the essence of the curse - a red dragon that lives in the host's body, devours everything, and is never satisfied.
But now, the legendary elements bred by the blood have been released, using Avalon as the body, to swallow the entire dark ocean into its belly.
This is the true face of the King of Angels!
In just an instant, countless villains were reduced to ashes in the blooming lotus flower.
Countless heavy rains were torn apart by Long Wei, as if they were boiled, and turned into miserable white mist, rising into the sky...
The sky was shaking.
In the depths of the ocean, the behemoth that was about to wake up seemed to be stung and moved angrily. It was the Leviathan that was about to wake up from the long dream and launched an angry resistance.
And the war between humans and natural disasters has finally begun.
…
In the dancing white mist, someone passed through the layers of defense and stepped into the throne room, arriving belatedly.
"Meet Your Majesty."
The slightly older man leaned over and saluted.
"Maxwell, you're late."
On the throne, Elizabeth opened her red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "She disappeared recently. Where did she go? Is there any interesting story you can share with me?"
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I've fallen into the bad habit of drinking heavily recently. Not only have I not done anything, but I've also been so drunk that I've forgotten the time."
Maxwell took off his top hat and poncho, scratched his wet messy hair, and smiled helplessly: "Fortunately, it's not too late to wake up."
"That's right."
Elizabeth nodded, not caring about his dereliction of duty, nor angry at his sluggishness, she just looked at him with pity in her eyes: "Did you have a good dream?"
"Um."
Maxwell stood up, stepped forward, and stepped onto the steps. Lancelot frowned and stopped in front of him: "Maxwell, this is the throne room, so don't be disrespectful."
Once Elizabeth steps onto the throne, then becomes one with Avalon.
From today on, until the end of the war, she will not be separated from him, even if it costs her own life. The Knights of the Round Table, who have defended the royal family for generations, are her final line of defense.
If it were just in the past, Maxwell would not have failed once or twice in front of King Maxwell, but the current situation is different. Even Maxwell, Lancelot would not allow him to approach the throne.
What's more, the smell of alcohol on this guy's body was so strong that it would kill someone even ten meters away.
"Oh, Lancelot."
Maxwell opened his drunken eyes and finally recognized the person in front of him, smiled suddenly, and then... took out half a bottle of rum from his pocket and shook it:
"Want some?"
The smell of bad wine was stronger, stinging Lancelot's wounded lungs and making him look livid.
And at that moment, Maxwell let go of his hand and let the bad wine fall from his hand, smashing to pieces on the ground. His free hand clenched into a fist, and the knuckle of his index finger protruded, and the hammer fell.
Through the silent armor of the round table, he pressed his fingers on the wound left many years ago and exerted force.
Snapped!
In an instant that no one could see clearly, all of Lancelot's strength was drained away, and he half-knelt on the ground. The iron box Maxwell beside him was easily taken off and held in his arms.
The steel in the box was furious, but was forcibly suppressed in the next moment.
"Feel sorry."
At that moment, Maxwell whispered softly in Lancelot's ear, and then stepped forward!
Toward the throne.
The alcohol in his eyes was ignited, as if there was an indescribable coldness and... murderous intent!
Lancelot drew his sword.
collapse!
Following Maxwell's call, the ancient and majestic long sword penetrated the rain curtain, responded to the call, and flew past Lancelot's cheek. The sword wind was sharp and left a scar on his face.
Immediately afterwards, he was nailed to the steps under the throne.
—Scepter·Heaven on earth!
In an instant, the kingdom of heaven came here and erected an unbreakable iron wall to isolate the inside and outside, and also sealed Maxwell and the Queen inside.
"Maxwell..."
Outside the iron wall, Lancelot coughed up dark blood. He had no time to breathe and turned back in shock, "What do you want to do!!!"
"Isn't it perfectly clear?"
Maxwell stepped forward on the steps and said without even turning his head.
The iron box originally kept by Lancelot was opened in his hand, and the fallen iron sleeping in it was taken out, awakened, absorbing the ether in the air, and rapidly multiplied...
In an instant, in Maxwell's hand, there was a heavy spear more than two meters long.
Massive amounts of ether gathered on it, forming a scarlet stream of light, like silk entwining...
That is the dragon-killing spear bearing the name of a saint!
Maxwell stepped onto the last step, turned his back to Lancelot, gripped the blazing spear in his hand, and let his hands be burned to pieces.
He knelt down on one knee and saluted his emperor for the last time.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude."
"Finally, we still need to make a choice, Maxwell..."
Elizabeth looked at him and seemed to understand something. She sighed softly for a long time and did not resist. She just obeyed the fate and closed her eyes.
"Maxwell!!!"
Lancelot roared.
The next moment, Avalon let out a dying cry.
…
…
"Since that day, Leviathan has broken through the second seal and entered the resurrection stage."
In the darkness, Lancelot lowered his eyes: "The upper city also fell at that time, covered by the dark mist. If Master Haydn hadn't returned in time and sealed the entire palace, then the entire Avalon would have been destroyed." Shrouded by the power of Leviathan. Your Majesty is dead, the princess is missing... All our preparations were in vain because of Maxwell's betrayal. - The war between Angelou and the Scourge has been completely defeated before it even started."
The dead silence lasted for a long time, until Ye Qingxuan made a hoarse voice:
"This is impossible!"
Lancelot just smiled indifferently, picked up the tea cup, and did not explain any more, just said: "If you don't believe it, open the window and see for yourself."
Ye Qingxuan stood up, hesitated for a long time, and pushed open the sealed shutters.
For a moment, the howling wind filled the restaurant, bringing with it a faint whine.
In the biting cold wind, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked up in the direction of the upper city.
In the seal of the Avalon barrier, the darkness that swallowed up the entire abyss finally revealed its traces, dancing like a living creature.
With the arrival of morning, the city did not usher in the morning sun, but fell asleep in the hallucinatory singing.
The dark bells rang from the deepest depths of darkness, roaring and echoing in the sky of this city. Like a giant beast in the sea laughing.
Leviathan will eventually arrive.