Mary had a dream.
In the dark dream, she was wading in knee-deep water. In the dark place, someone was singing. The voice was so familiar, so similar, so disgusting...
It was as if the melody was singing from his own mouth.
"The king and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in a dream... Now that we have power, where should we wander? Hoo, thousands of hands, hoist the sail high! Pull, thieves and beggars, we will gain eternal life …”
Singing came from all directions.
Mary looked around hesitantly and hurriedly chased, but every time she got close, the singing disappeared. Like a fairy playing pranks, he wandered erratically in the darkness, tempting her to pursue him.
Until finally, she lost all her strength from exhaustion and fell into the water.
The water was like fine wine, exuding sweetness and fragrance, making her throat feel like it was burning with thirst, urging her to quickly pick it up and drown the dryness and pain in her heart.
The song lingered around, like an invisible soul.
It brought a dim light, illuminating Mary's pale face and her trembling hands.
Holding the blood in both hands, scarlet fell from the fingertips, returning to the knee-deep river... Everything as far as the eye could see was covered in scarlet.
Mary was stunned.
She looked at her trembling hands and was swallowed up by the ominous meaning in the singing. She struggled painfully and screamed with all her strength: "Stop singing!"
The singing stopped abruptly.
A childish chuckle like a girl came from behind, as if the prank had finally succeeded.
Mary slowly turned around and saw the floor-to-ceiling mirror standing in the blood.
And in the reflection of the mirror, the spotless girl wearing a white dress is herself, so noble and elegant, the perfect princess.
Mary looked at her and she looked at Mary. Mary moved forward, and so did she.
Until the end, the two of them stared in silence across the mirror.
The girl in the mirror smiled: "Sister, long time no see, are you coming to see me again?"
"Shut up."
Mary lowered her head, shoulders trembling, and smashed the mirror with all her strength, causing the reflection in the mirror to shatter. But the broken mirror drew blood again and slowly healed.
The reflection returned, and the girl in the mirror smiled gracefully, looking at her with pity in her eyes, letting her smash herself to pieces again and again, and the phantom was healed again and again.
Until Mary lost all her strength and fell to her knees, her hands were cut by the broken mirror and dripping with blood.
She stretched out her hand, and her palms wearing white lace gloves penetrated the barrier of the mirror, gently caressing Mary's cheek, and spread her cold arms to embrace her in her arms.
"You're here again, please talk to me. I'm so lonely being locked up here by you, as if I'm about to die."
She whispered softly in Mary's ear: "Let me out once in a while, sister. Let's go kill people together, okay? Clean up all those dirty lower-class people and make the world a little cleaner. You, too, can You will definitely be happy..."
"Shut up… "
Mary closed her eyes: "I will never let you out again, never."
"Still as stubborn as ever, sister." She smiled and kissed Mary's earlobe: "Ah, Mary, I love you so much."
What answered her was a hand that tightened around her throat, blocking her voice.
Mary pinched her throat, her face became ferocious, and her fingers dug deeply into the white neck. She used such force that her joints whined... until finally, there was a scraping sound.
Broken.
She looked at herself in the mirror, looked at the weird smile on the corner of the suffocating face, gritted her teeth, and said, "But I hate you."
"Giggle...giggle..."
The broken and drooping head slowly lifted up, and the girl made a weird laugh, raised her head, stared at her, and looked at her.
"Why do you always hurt me? Sister, I am you..."
She stretched out her hand, hugged Mary tightly, and whispered softly in her ear: "I am the mysophobia, arrogance, and hatred of other people that will never go away in your heart. I am the pain and admiration you felt when you first experienced menstruation. The shameful love that makes a man wet during his youth..."
"shut up!"
Mary gritted her teeth and used all her strength to squeeze out vicious curses from her heart: "You... bitch!"
"You were born so dirty, Mary. Isn't what you have witnessed exactly what you look like? Why should you deceive yourself again? Let me tell you, you hate it all."
The girl in the mirror caressed her breasts, and teased her body with her hands as deftly as a snake. Finally, she lifted her chin, licked her lips, and murmured to herself:
"You hate the etiquette that imprisons yourself, you hate showing kindness in front of those dirty untouchables, you hate shaking hands with those stained palms... You hate the way those people look at your breasts, and you hate those bitches in the palace. The whispers of the maids outside your door. You even hate our mother and hate her for giving you such a hateful fate. You hate everything, Mary, you hate yourself..."
She hugged Mary and turned around sharply.
Behind them is the large floor-to-ceiling mirror. The girls in the mirror are hugging each other, their cheeks touching, so similar, one is pure white, the other is bright red, like twin lotuses.
"Look, Mary."
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled happily: "We are exactly the same. We were born to be together and never be separated."
Mary closed her eyes and stopped looking.
After a long time, the sound of the gate opening came from afar.
The river of blood rolls back.
It was as if the way home had finally appeared in the maze.
And the reflection became more and more illusory, surrounded by blood, and slowly became silent.
"Are you leaving?"
She stared at Mary, with a malicious smile still on her lips. At the last moment, she whispered softly in her ear: "Look at your eyes, sister, weak and pitiful, with a hatred that makes people laugh... Someone is still doing it. Will it redeem your dream? No one will come to save you. It’s just you and me here, forever."
Mary finally raised her eyes and looked into her eyes, her eyes becoming determined.
"No, one day, someone will come here and... kill me and you."
…
…
Ye Qingxuan woke up from his dream and found himself lying in the ward, with trivial sounds coming from outside the ward.
In fact, he was not seriously injured, and he was not even injured. It was just a routine checkup. There was also a chanting musician from the religious order who came and blessed him and purified him to remove the breath of the abyss - although that set of purification was completely ridiculous in the eyes of the Inquisition.
After a long inspection and questioning, Ye Qingxuan fell asleep.
Unexpectedly, when I woke up, it would be the next day.
He leaned on the bedside and did not call for the nurse or anyone else. Instead, he fell into deep thought and couldn't help but recall everything he saw last night.
That moment...
He only saw Lancelot draw his sword, and then he saw a stream of light that seemed like an illusion.
After the stream of light flashed, everything seemed to be over.
All voices have been silenced, all turmoil has been frozen, and all disputes have been resolved.
Lancelot seemed to still be standing there, motionless, just sheathing his sword in deathly silence. But amidst the cold wind and silence, a straight crack spread from his feet, moving forward, through the entire battlefield.
The stone puppet body of the Grand Commander had been completely chopped into two equal halves.
Then, it turned into dust.
And the scepter completely fell apart.
A huge crack appeared in the hellscape that covered the Shadow of Avalon, spreading in all directions. The screams of countless people were cut apart, shaking, collapsing, and collapsing.
Until finally, it disappeared.
From the beginning to the end, Ye Qingxuan didn't see clearly what Lancelot's sword... was all about.
It's obviously just ordinary iron, but it has reached a state that is difficult to imagine.
After staying away from the sword for so many years, Lancelot put on armor again and was able to burst out with such terrifying power.
Even Ye Qingxuan, if he was not prepared, would probably be completely killed by that sword.
"It's really scary..."
He whispered softly.
"What's scary?"
someone asked outside the door.
Someone pushed open the door and entered.
It's Lancelot.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was pale, and his body exuded a pungent smell of medicine. The plastic tube connected to his internal organs was still delivering medicine to maintain his life.
That sword was too heavy for him and had already pushed his life to a precarious level.
As if he understood Ye Qingxuan's surprise, Lancelot just smiled indifferently: "That's just the power of Lancelot's armor. When I die, it will be yours."
"There's no need to say such depressing words." Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "You can still live for a long time. Besides, isn't there Christine?"
"I know my own affairs well."
Lancelot coughed violently, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The armor of the Lancelot family has the strongest power among the Knights of the Round Table, and at the same time, it also has the highest requirements for its users - it It has extremely strict requirements on the user's morality and conduct. I'm afraid only saints can obtain its permission, right? Christine is not able to inherit the family's burden, nor can she be recognized by that armor."
"Then I definitely can't."
Ye Qingxuan was not prepared to dwell on this anymore and asked: "Where is Her Royal Highness Mary? Are you awake?"
"Well, I'm recuperating now."
silence.
Neither of them spoke anymore. For a long time, Ye Qingxuan sighed: "In your current situation, you have left so many state affairs behind and come to me. You must have something serious to do, right?"
"kindness."
Lancelot pondered for a moment and then said: "His Majesty was assassinated by Maxwell. Angelus needs a new emperor. Tomorrow, Her Royal Highness Mary, as the first heir, will be officially crowned in Westminster Abbey and become Angelus." King of Gru.”
"The first one?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "Where is the eldest prince?"
Although the eldest prince is disabled and unable to inherit the throne, the queen has begun to cultivate Mary as his successor in recent years. But as the first heir to the throne, the status of the eldest prince has never changed.
"died."
Lancelot said calmly: "His Majesty died of poisoning on the same day he was assassinated. Who do you think did it?"
Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant and fell into silence. He had a headache, a severe headache.
Who else could it be
Maxwell...what the hell do you want to do!
In silence, Lancelot looked at him for a long time and then said: "Ye Qingxuan, leave Avalon."
He closed his eyes.
"King Arthur may have been transformed into a natural disaster, and Leviathan is about to break through the second seal... This country is hopeless."
He said, "Take your people and leave tonight. You can go wherever you want and don't come back again."
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…
Shadow of Avalon.
At the highest point, darkness blows out.
A loud and eerie bell rang.
At the top of the sky, the palace, like a dark and scorching sun, trembled with the sound of bells. The sticky darkness dripped from it and sprinkled on the earth, like the coming spring breeze and the growth of all things.
Countless monsters grew out of it like weeds. The demons crawling out of the sticky darkness and blood cheered excitedly, screamed high-pitched, and worshiped the dark sun.
The scorching sun moved the body, as if it was about to fall apart.
The monster brewing inside slowly opened its eyes.
About to wake up completely.
Under the palace, in the rain of darkness, the incomplete stone doll was bathed in the grace that contained the power of the abyss, and the face of the dark lord slowly condensed and emerged from it.
"It's finally coming, the Dark Son of the Inherited Abyss..."
He was ecstatic, laughing, cheering.
"—The God-Emperor of the Human World!"