The moment the scepter appeared, the sleeping Avalon suddenly shook.
The city that was frozen at the time of destruction seemed to be moving again, and infinite power burst out from the deepest depths of darkness. At the highest point of heaven and earth, the palace covered by dark mist suddenly emitted a torrent of ether that swept everything.
It's like a dark scorching sun emitting flames.
Countless buildings that were pulled up into the sky screamed, roared, and shattered...
Under the scepter of the grand scene of hell, countless people's screams came and went, filling the world between heaven and earth.
Even if it has been extremely weak, the scepter is still a scepter, let alone the leading dark lord among the dark ministers? For hundreds of years, before the Hundred-Eyed One was personified, he had been appearing as the face of the abyss, conveying the will of the gods.
The elements in the scepter inherit the essence condensed by the abyss, the place where all sins return, and the true face of hell. Even in his heyday, once the hell scepter unfolded in the etheric realm, penetrated the nine-layer etheric sea, and hit the material world, it could directly distort the material world and form a "hell on earth" covering most of the country!
The last time, Maxwell relied on the right time and place to lay an ambush. With the full support of Saint Haydn and using Angelou's hundreds of years of preparation as a bargaining chip, he managed to completely eliminate him before his scepter could fully unfold. .
Now, it was Ye Qingxuan's turn to face it.
"Facing it? How to face it..."
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked at the scepter that seemed to have penetrated the entire Shadow of Avalon unknowingly. He couldn't help but sigh: "I can't beat it at all."
Now that the scepter has been unfolded, the Shadow of Avalon has temporarily become his home court. Without the Sword in the Stone, there is no chance of victory.
Under the Clothes of Original Sin, Ye Qingxuan's Fate Chapter surged rapidly, with numerous music theory changes, and the three movements of Philosopher's Stone, Moonlight Chapter and Natural Disaster Resonance merged, quietly brewing power.
In his eyes, a stern look flashed.
If you can't beat him, run away.
If you can't run away... then forcefully use the dragon sleep barrier to dig a hole in its scepter!
At that moment, in the far north, at the end of the empty street, a slightly hoarse voice sounded.
"Kristen, protect your highness."
Ye Qingxuan turned around in shock, only to see Lancelot standing there.
Lancelot
In his stunned eyes, Lancelot reached out, unbuttoned the buttons, and threw the obstructive robe to the ground, revealing a close-fitting pure black dress.
There is also a heavy long bow in his hand that is as tall as a person.
It was a weapon manufactured by the Anglo-National Third Ordnance Factory, an engineering achievement made of hundreds of steel parts. Engineers called it the bagpipe because the vibrating sound of the strings seemed to bring the melody of home.
Three test firings brought epoch-making precision and terrifying power.
Now, it was held high in Lancelot's hands, its sharp edges reflecting the cold light of steel.
The servant who was half-kneeling on the ground put away his palms for him and held the arrow with both hands. The arrow fell into Lancelot's hand, drew an arc, and landed on the bagpipe.
Amidst the low sound of the bowstring tightening, under Lancelot's shirt, the muscles on his thin body suddenly swelled, revealing an iron-like outline.
On the bow body, the gears are modulated to the highest kinetic energy under the pulsation of the thumb.
Thirty years ago, before Lancelot was injured while protecting the queen, he was known as the strongest knight in Angru. Thirty years later, he left the bow and arrow due to lung disease and turned to focus on political affairs. But his past skills But there was never any retreat.
That gesture...
Just perfect.
Facing the hell that towers over the sky, the first-generation royal master of musicians, and the scepter evolved from the dark lord.
Lancelot drew the bow string brazenly and pointed it at the sky, the murderous intent above the steel was fierce.
The next moment, arrows roared out!
The sharp sound set off a scream, split the hurricane, and brought a roar with unparalleled power.
But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but look away.
Off.
After all, Lancelot was old and had been injured for many years. In fact, according to his expectation, just pulling the bow string against the terrible pressure of the old wounds of the lung disease was already a miracle.
At the last moment, the scar on Lancelot's chest burst open, and thick blood seeped out from under his black shirt...
The arrow traced a crooked trajectory in the air and landed in the distance, tearing apart the rock and nailing into the iron, shaking alone and unwillingly.
The difference from the target is simply... unbearable to look at.
If there were other people here, they would probably burst out laughing, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but feel sad.
As soon as the arrow was shot, his whole body seemed to be emptied out. Lancelot supported his body with his long bow, bent down, coughed hard, and vomited blood.
His face turned pale.
But there was no trace of loss or frustration in his eyes. He just raised his arms and the bloodshot eyes disappeared from the corners of his mouth.
collapse!
collapse!
collapse!
A series of sharp sounds sounded.
In the west, in the east, in the south... Suddenly, the same arrow was thrown into the sky. After crossing a long arc, it was deeply wedged into the ground.
Ye Qingxuan looked back in shock, only to see the arrows nailed in all directions.
They swayed their tail feathers, emitting scarlet fluorescence, faintly dividing areas on the ground, outlining the four corners...
At that moment, Kristen's eyes tightened.
"This is… "
Without any time to explain, she pounced on Ye Qingxuan and put her hand on Galahad's armor. The last of her power was activated, and a barrier of iron and wind was born out of thin air, enveloping them and the iron coffin.
"Covering saturation strike."
Lancelot coughed and whispered: "Three rounds."
At that moment, in the darkness behind him, hundreds of pairs of ice-blue eyes lit up.
That's the knight's visor!
Those are the warrior eyes ignited by the silent operation of the power armor's ether furnace!
The sound of steel friction sounded one after another. Countless armored knights broke away from the stealth mode and activated from silence. Following Lancelot's order, they raised the jaw-droppingly huge bows and arrows in their hands.
Then, aiming at the sky, countless heavy arrows were pulled out of the box and attached to the bowstring under the inhuman power of steel. Immediately afterwards, the bowstring as thick as a thumb was pulled apart, and a low sound burst out.
The sounds came and went, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings...
The next moment, there was a roar that tore apart the sky!
Countless arrows rushed into the sky, and were thrown by the armored knights. They roared from a very far distance and hit the "square" outlined by the four arrows accurately and accurately!
There was a huge earthquake and strong winds roared.
Facing the protection of the eleven masters, the huge arrow hit the ground.
Most of it has dissociated in mid-air, releasing the alchemical matrix within it, as if high heat from the center of the earth bursts out of it.
And in the high heat, the stress in the arrow was stimulated, cracked, dissociated, and split into countless red-hot iron pieces. Thousands of thin, almost transparent iron sheets fell down, carrying terrifying high temperatures, like a rainstorm of flames...
In the heavy rain, countless iron pieces broke and emitted shrill and strange sounds one after another.
Every piece of iron cracked, causing waves to explode in the fluctuating ether. Thousands of cracks triggered terrifying vortexes.
This is a legion-level ether application!
In an instant, under the "noise scraping" of the iron pieces, the defenses of the thirteen masters broke down one after another. Immediately afterwards, under the heavy mass attack, the defense full of cracks was completely torn apart.
A torrential rain of iron and fire falls from the sky!
Three rounds!
After three rounds, Ye Qingxuan, who was in Galahad's defense, looked around in shock. He only saw the soil that had been burned into turbid fluid, the cracked and red rocks, and the eleven people who were in an extremely embarrassed state under the layers of defense. Grandmaster…
The ground has sunk several meters and is devastated.
Even the hell scepter started to move faintly.
The face of the Dark Lord emerged from the flames, full of ferociousness, staring at the man in the core protected by layers of armored knights.
"Lancelot..."
Lancelot looked expressionless and waved again.
Hundreds of archangel armors soared into the sky, glowing with blazing flames, and within them, seven terrifying ether fluctuations spread out.
That's...the Knights of the Round Table!
It was a war machine inherited from the founding of the country and built by Arthur with all his national strength, guarding the country's armed forces!
Due to Arthur's tyranny in his later years and the wars over the years, only nine pieces of armor have survived to this day. Now, except for Lancelot and Galahad who guarded Mary and Ye Qingxuan, all On the battlefield!
The opponents are the former grand leaders of the first generation of Royal Musicians, as well as the dark lord...
The enemy is ahead.
Led by seven armors of the Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table bravely broke into the battlefield!
The war begins!
How to kill the musician has always been a difficult problem that warriors all over the world have been pondering.
Indeed, compared to the nearly infinite etheric power, the physical strength is too small to even be considered dust. The rise of power armor has brought new hope to warriors.
For musicians, there have always been many combat ideas.
The most popular among them is the most straightforward speed! Before the musician could react, he drew his sword and stabbed him, killing him with one blow. Use powerful force to tear apart all defenses, chop off heads, and determine the winner.
But for musicians with unlimited means, as long as they are careful to take precautions, it will be difficult to succeed. Therefore, various armors built for musicians began to pursue adaptability and defense to the environment.
In response to various high temperatures, cold, and even drastic changes in the external environment in a short period of time, seek your own safety with the greatest degree of defense.
In short, if the musician cannot kill himself, he will naturally have the opportunity to kill the musician...
The last one, and the most effective one, is a realm that is beyond the reach of many warriors and engineers. That is to ignore the cost-effectiveness and give the armor power beyond the musician...
Among them, the Round Table Armor is undoubtedly the result that stands above all powered armors. The armor created with Arthur's Golden Seal of Victory was born with abilities beyond ordinary musicians, and was a war weapon that could make the final decision on the battlefield.