In the ward, the atmosphere solidified.
The sound of metal friction echoed in the silence, like an illusion.
"Do you know what people like you were called on the gallows of the Inquisition?"
Ye Qingxuan stared at Lancelot, staring at him, his eyes gradually became cold, and his voice had no warmth, just like the hoarse sound made by the friction of gears and circlips, every word.
"—defeatist!"
Lancelot's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not the one being called a defeatist. He just shook his head indifferently: "You should learn to prepare for the worst before making a bet..."
"Lancelot, this is different!"
Before the short period of tenderness lasted for three days, Ye Qingxuan broke the harmonious atmosphere created by them and called his uncle by his name:
"Now that the Queen is missing, Maxwell's whereabouts are unknown, and the Anglo Privy Council is paralyzed, as the minister of the second department and the only person in charge of the overall situation of Anglo, you are already ready to surrender before the war officially begins. Are you there? Where is the family glory that you are proud of? Where is the noble moral character that you have always been famous for? Where is the flawless quality guaranteed by that armor?!"
"There is never such a perfect thing in the world, and there is no saint. Ye Qingxuan, you always have too high expectations for this world."
Lancelot sighed softly, "Whether you come back or not, whether the Inquisition comes to this battlefield or not, Angelou will fight to the end, and Lancelot will be with this country, but you need to understand... war will never happen. Victory is possible.”
In this way, resolutely and resolutely, Lancelot made a judgment of defeat. There was no confusion or hesitation in his expression, as if he had witnessed this tragic result with his own eyes:
"When Leviathan broke through the second seal, everything was doomed. If you want to say why... from the beginning, we did not have the ability to fight Leviathan head-on."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
After a long silence, he asked hoarsely:
"Thirteen large orchestras across the country, including the Royal Band of Musicians, the Knights of the Round Table, all armed with power armor, and seven Round Table armors, the Second, Third, and Fourth Anglo Naval Fleets, all over the country. 460,000 soldiers... In your eyes, are they not even qualified to fight a war of attrition with Leviathan?"
"The premise is complete Angelou."
Lancelot replied, "But can the current Angelou be called complete? Ye Qingxuan, His Majesty has just passed away, and the new emperor has not yet succeeded. In one month? Not to mention the power to unify the country, in such a short time , not even enough to accept the allegiance of her subjects. If the queen were alive, she would be enough to suppress all situations and make everyone extinguish their dark thoughts before the overall situation. But Mary, no... "
"Then let Master Haydn cooperate with me."
Ye Qingxuan raised his voice: "As long as I can get close to the throne room, I can retrieve the Sword in the Stone and the Spear of St. George. I can..."
Seeing that he still showed no wavering in his eyes, Lancelot lowered his head and seemed to sigh softly.
Didn't even hear him finish.
He reached out and took out a familiar bottle from his arms, a bottle... filled with blood.
The thick blood was rippling in it, not blood red, but as clear as amber. It's obviously just a small bottle, but it seems to contain stormy waves. Even if the light shines in, it will be deflected and dissipated in layers of subtle ripples, and finally fall into the depths and be eaten by invisible monsters.
As a result, strands of darkness evolved within it, swirling like tiny whirlpools.
Ye Qingxuan's voice stopped suddenly.
His movements froze.
It was as if all the blood in his body was frozen in an instant.
Just staring at Lancelot, his face was ashen, but under his neck, the skin that was not covered by clothes was quickly covered with shocking red spots.
That's blood.
Boiling blood…
Lancelot looked at him with pity:
"You still haven't figured out what your biggest weakness is."
Ye Qingxuan only saw his lips opening and closing, but had no time to hear his voice.
He heard someone singing, and the erratic singing lingered around him, as if in his ears, and as if in his body, in his blood, there were thousands of small mouths hidden, and under the call of the blood, Sing loudly.
"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 …”
But this is an illusion.
There shouldn't be any sound...except for the fact that his own blood is painfully ** like a living thing, twitching, and wanting to kill himself. Threads of red blood tore through the capillaries and leaked out of his body along the pores, greedily sucking the air.
Immediately afterwards, countless tiny strands of velvet grew out of it, like mold, attaching themselves to his body in large chunks.
How ridiculous.
How ridiculous, Ye Qingxuan.
An indescribable killing intent and anger emerged from his heart.
When did this ghost thing become parasitic in my body? Why didn't I notice anything from beginning to end
The blood of heavenly beings was running wildly, and the silver moonlight was flowing in the blood. It was strangled with the crazy ghosts angrily, killing them again and again.
But they are parasitic in his own blood, consuming his life, and being reborn again and again.
It's like... completely integrated with myself.
"Lancelot!!!"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were red, and he roared, using up his last strength, he threw himself towards the man in the wheelchair. Lancelot didn't resist at all, he just stretched out his hand and lifted the orange amber blood on his fingertips.
In the blood, vague eyes opened and looked at him.
Look at his blood.
As a result, the foreign matter in his blood began to grow crazily a thousand times, at that moment. Blood vessels, nerves, internal organs, lungs, respiratory tract, mucous membranes, eardrums...
Taking away all his strength, he stumbled to the ground, lost control of his body, and fell in front of the wheelchair.
Everything returns to silence.
Lancelot's voice sounded.
"I know that your trump card is the Sword in the Stone. As long as you have the Sword in the Stone in hand and the national defense matrix as support, you will be able to fight the natural disasters. Unfortunately, from the beginning, this plan had fatal flaws. "
His eyes were lowered, "Look, the closer you get to the core of Avalon, the harder it is to control your negative emotions... Do you think the dragon's blood curse has not been inherited on you? This is the 'trophy' from last night. Once The blood taken from Leviathan also inherits its will - it is a deadly poison for anyone with royal blood. This is the tragedy that happened to the royal family in the past. Without dragon blood, there would be no life. It is impossible to obtain the approval of the Sword in the Stone, but once you possess dragon blood, you will be controlled by Leviathan. Just getting close will drive you into madness. How can you fight?"
Ye Qingxuan was speechless because he couldn't say anything.
The door was pushed open, and medical staff wearing isolation protective gear from beginning to end walked in carefully, helped Ye Qingxuan up, put him back on his chest, carefully and gently closed every joint, and covered him with a quilt. .
"The hero game ends here, Ye Qingxuan."
Lancelot stretched out his hand and pressed the quilt for Ye Qingxuan. His voice was soft and low: "You don't belong to this country, and this country never belonged to you. So, have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be over. ”
In great pain, Ye Qingxuan used his last strength to open his eyes, but his gaze went over Lancelot's shoulder and looked behind him.
It looked like that vague figure standing there for no apparent reason.
Look at the mocking smile on that thing's face.
"Lancelot, you..."
…
…
In the gloom, Mary opened her eyes.
Through the curtain, a noisy sound can be heard in the distance, indicating that this place is no longer a magical realm in the shadows.
But for some reason, the noise that she once dreamed of and longed to hear now frightened her.
"What's that sound, Christine?"
But Christine didn't answer.
She didn't know where to go.
She was the only one in the silent room, which was empty. Although it looked magnificent, it was so lonely that it was scary.
"That was the roar of the people, Your Highness."
Outside the door, a strange voice sounded, polite. Mary could not recall any official in the palace whose voice was so low, and her aching head was full of drowsiness.
"cheer?"
"Yes, cheers." The voice replied: "Dedicated to you."
"Why give it to me?"
"Because you will ascend the throne and inherit the glory of your ancestors." The voice replied: "You will be the Lord of Angru and their king. After His Majesty's death, only you can preside over the overall situation. This is dedicated to you. Everyone cheered, whether in downtown or midtown, with a smile and saw the hope of this country again."
Mary was stunned.
The door was opened, and the maids walked in with gorgeous dresses and jewelry, opening the windows for her to ventilate. Until then, she can enjoy a delicious breakfast.
The fragrant flavor rises on the copper plate, and the food is exuding heat and fragrance.
Twelve of the best chefs in Avalon have waited until now, redoing it every hour to maintain the best taste and enjoyment time, dedicating their loyalty to the new queen.
Outside the window, bright lights were lit in the silent night, just like daytime, and the gentle melody of violins could be heard faintly in the distance. A grand banquet was being held.
It was a celebration to celebrate the new king's upcoming coronation.
Hopeful laughter came from the wind.
The dying city seemed to come alive, joyfully singing the song of rebirth, because of Mary.
But Mary felt a little scared.
"Where is Christine?" she asked, "where is my captain of the guard?"
"The wounds on her body have not healed. Although she wanted to stay by His Highness's side, she was stopped by the doctor." The voice outside the door replied respectfully: "Please don't worry, you can see her at your coronation ceremony tomorrow." She did."
"tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow."