Fifteen minutes ago, Lancelot's house.
In the dead silence of the hall, Lancelot stood in front of the door, looking at his daughter expressionlessly.
Christine.
Her old injury had not healed, or someone had deliberately done so, causing her to be so weak that she could hardly stand. The wound on her thigh burst open, and thick blood flowed out and fell to the ground.
"Please step aside, Father."
She stared at Lancelot and whispered, "This is my last plea to you."
"It's too late, Christine." Lancelot shook his head indifferently: "Now, even if you rush over, you can't change anything."
"Is that so..."
Kristen lowered her eyes in disappointment, "I understand."
The sound of steel friction sounded, the long sword was unsheathed, placed on the raised left arm, and the blade was pointed at Lancelot.
A posture that has been tempered over time.
It's flawless.
Lancelot remained expressionless, just looking at his daughter who drew a sword against him: "Even as a father and daughter, you should be considerate of family ties. But to the knight, you are now an out-and-out provocation. It cannot be ignored. Christine, I ask you again, do you know what you are doing?"
Christine smiled.
"Father, the destiny of a knight lies in the sword and armor. Isn't this what you taught me? The person in front of you is not Christine..." She paused, using words as a sword to cut off the relationship between father and daughter:
"-Please call me 'Galahad'!"
silence.
Lancelot chuckled softly, seemingly pleased.
"Christine, you have grown up."
He nodded slowly, "It turns out that I was the one who made the mistake. You are more suitable to be Lancelot than me. Is it time for you to abdicate and give way to someone better?"
As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out the ornately decorated sword on the wall. He stroked the thin sword body with his fingers, feeling its blunt edge, and nodded slightly:
"Very well, before that, let me see if you are qualified to draw a sword against me."
The next moment, the sword flashed.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of steel colliding sounded three times.
The two bodies passed each other.
Lancelot stood there, his hands empty.
And Christine had already rushed to the door, only one step away from the world outside.
But this step is a step away from the abyss.
She lowered her head and saw the severed weapon in her hand. She looked at the ceremonial sword that had pierced her chest and penetrated her body, and she smiled bitterly. With the soft sound of blood dripping on the floor, she fell to her knees, her vision gradually getting dark and she couldn't see anything.
At the last moment, she only heard Lancelot's regretful sigh.
"It seems that you didn't."
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…
"For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink."
In my ears, someone seemed to be whispering softly, a hoarse whisper: "Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I abide in him..."
"Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day..."
The sound kept ringing, one after another, as if it contained some mystery, but gradually faded away when you listened carefully.
Just listening to it is addictive.
Nothing matters anymore.
It's like being wrapped in light water, gradually sinking into the gentle dark depths.
A little, a little...
Amidst the solemn melody, Mary held the orb representing royal power in despair. Her fingers subconsciously tightened, and they were cut by the diamonds inlaid on the heavy orb, and strands of blood seeped out.
Under the guidance of the etiquette officer, she stepped on the steps dumbfounded, riding on the majestic melody, slowly walked towards her throne.
In the audience, the manager in the front row couldn't help but frown, confused by the Queen's stiffness and sluggishness. He noticed something was wrong, but couldn't say it.
Soon, their minds were overwhelmed by the solemn and majestic melody, and they devoted themselves wholeheartedly to awe, and their pupils gradually became hollow.
I don’t know when it started, but the solemn melody gradually changed, revealing a bit of darkness, and a faint noise spread from under the strings, like a wail.
—The majestic first march!
In the eerie and heavy melody, countless illusions continued to emerge, and in the end, the grand scene of the past emerged faintly in the sky - the former Arthur was sitting on the huge throne, and was crowned king in the name of God. .
However, what is shed this time is not the light of heaven, but the original darkness of the abyss.
Under the wisps of dark mist, the emperor on the throne had a gloomy face, as ferocious as a demon, and was wearing the Crown of the Abyss.
Countless music theories flowed out from it, fell on Mary's body, merged with the dragon's blood, and gradually formed a huge halo behind her.
In the deep purple light, countless iron-like thorns wrapped around the sword, rubbing against each other and making a harsh and deep sound.
The blood dripped from it, so sweet.
In the name of the gods, I bless the king... But the gift brought by the gods is not light, but the original sin of the abyss.
Among the musicians playing the melody, someone raised his red eyes and stared at Mary's struggling face. There was a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth: "Isn't the transformation completed yet?"
"I can't bear it for long."
The commander whispered softly: "She has swallowed the blood of Leviathan and blended the original sin into the dragon's blood. The darkness in the blood is no longer a reflection of personality, but truly conscious. The more she endures now... then When dragon blood breaks out, it will become more violent."
And at this moment, under the etheric fluctuations of many black musicians, the "Mighty March" reached its climax, and the gifts from the abyss were sprinkled towards the material world, taking root and sprouting.
Following the will of the Lord of Darkness, the kingship of the abyss moves over the earth as it moves through water and light.
What will be born here will be the embryo of the Son of God, the perfect body of the God-Emperor on earth!
In the silence, the ceremonial officer who guided Mary smiled.
In that blurred face, the face of the once dark lord was revealed.
He stood in front of the throne, staring down at Mary, smiling, holding his hands empty, and the crystal-like crown emerged from his hands, representing the intertwining of music theory and the essence of the dark lord, which is the element that integrates the entire hell into it, coming from the abyss of kingship…
The crown slowly fell on Mary's head.
Right in front of the crown, the gem representing the elements of hell released red light. Countless music theories flowed and merged into her body, becoming one with the rushing dragon's blood.
The coronation is complete.
Born here is the eternal king of Angel, the king of hell on earth!
"Dear Your Majesty, the long sleep is over."
His figure gradually became thinner, and he bent down and whispered softly in Mary's ear: "We respectfully offered our blood and mourning, waiting for your arrival."
At that moment, under the tightly closed eyes, the dark pupils slowly raised.
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Central Hospital, Ward.
The sound of rocks crumbling sounded.
In a crisp voice, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and peeled off the charcoal shells attached to his body layer by layer, until finally, his complete skin and face were revealed again.
It was like having experienced a long sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I felt refreshed and extremely happy.
Lancelot was right, it was a wonderful dream.
He lowered his head, reached out, and took out the copper seal from his heart, as well as the cracked iron of decay. The green fluorescence had dissipated to the point of being invisible, and the crystal texture of the iron of decay was covered with cracks.
Stone is right, it is the enemy of all living things. It will destroy the basis of the existence of all living things from the lower structures than cells.
Including the curse in dragon's blood.
I thought the same thing as Maxwell - although the process was a little more painful.
Ye Qingxuan let go of his hand and allowed the disintegrated iron of decay to slip from his fingertips and fall to the ground, shattering into fine, dim sand. He stood up, looked around the hospital bed, and saw a swollen body lying on the ground not far away, bleeding from all the orifices.
No wonder Maxwell wasn't worried about the debilitating period when he used this thing, because except for him, who would enter the debilitating period, no one else would survive.
What a good thing.
If you have the chance to go to the East in the future, you may want to come back and do more.
It was such a happy decision.
He nodded, then looked at his naked body and frowned:
"Where are my clothes?"
In the far distance, in the seal, the flowing darkness shook and countless musical changes penetrated the seals like snakes. It exploded, razing the entire building to the ground, soared into the sky, and passed through Avalon. The barrier's interception fell on Ye Qingxuan in an instant.
The darkness spread out and turned into a dark dress and leather boots.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the Jiuxiao ring pendant that was sleeping in the etheric realm popped out and turned into a cane.
After looking at the water mirror for a moment, he snapped his fingers, and countless music theories flowed, turning into holy music, and condensed into a black top hat on the top of his head.
The black iron cane paused.
"Very good. It's not disgraceful to go to a meeting dressed like this."
He nodded with satisfaction, pushed the door open, passed through the corpses scattered in the corridor, walked down the steps, passed through the chaotic hall in the eyes of many astonished eyes, and finally walked out of the door.
There was a dull thunder in the dark sky.
"It's going to rain."
He looked up, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked in the direction of Windsor Manor.
With every step he took, the music theory running in his body became more and more intense.
In the blink of an eye, countless notes rise and fall, the chapter of destiny roars, and a high song is played. Countless music theories flow out from the whole body, shrouding the sky, and transforming into a real moon wheel.
The bright moon rises in the sea.
A touch of blue appeared out of nowhere on the pale moon wheel, and then quickly expanded until finally, it completely turned into a blue moon.
The incomplete moon phase reflected the silent city, illuminated the troops running from afar, and the musicians rising into the sky in a steady stream.
The moonlight is as cold as a sword.
Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound of the swords being unsheathed, and felt the real killing intent, as well as the rising and falling ether fluctuations, and the five fingers on the cane flickered slightly.
Under the brim of the hat, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"That's better. It's better to be decisive than to give in. We can finally fight with real swords and guns, but..."
He murmured softly and raised his eyes.
The pupils of his eyes were filled with the moonlight filled with murderous intent.
"—Get away, the bastard fish!"
The next moment, the cane fell to the ground. The music of Jiuxiao Huanpei sounded continuously from the void, and the blue moonlight gathered into a line, turning vertically and horizontally in the air, and in an instant, it returned to the moon wheel.
Silence returns.
The next moment, the sound of cracking continued to sound, and among the low sound of falling to the ground, the sound of gurgling water ran in the dark corner.
Thunder erupted from the clouds, and in the roar, a hurricane swept across, and cold rain fell on the ground, diluting the rain.
The rain swallowed everything.
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…
The rain was pouring down, blurring the lights of Windsor Manor.
The melody is nearing its end.
At the door, the knights under power armor heard footsteps coming from the distance.
Amidst the heavy rain, a thin figure walked from the end of the street, walking straight forward step by step. Through the heavy rain curtain, his face was hidden in the shadow under the brim of his hat, making it impossible to see the details.
All that can be seen is a round of moonlight that seems to be an illusion, quietly moving in the rain, passing over the place it shines on, and due to the interference of its nature, the rain turns into flames and flows freely.
"stop!"
The great knight clenched the hilt of the chain saw sword, and the red eyes under his visor locked onto the approaching figure: "Who is that person?"
A badge of the Holy Emblem in Fire was thrown through the air, penetrated the cold rain, and fell to the ground with a clear echo.
"The Inquisition?"
The greeter who took shelter under the door bent down to pick up the badge and frowned: "No one from the Inquisition is on the invitation list, what are you doing here?"
In the heavy rain, the corner of the visitor's mouth curled up in a mocking arc under the brim of his hat.
"Same as Maxwell..."
He slowly raised his cane and pointed it at the knights blocking the road ahead, and his final voice came:
"-assassinate."