"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being rude."
In the daze, a dim look appeared in Mary's golden eyes. She looked at the man close at hand and saw his face clearly, and a smile appeared on her pale cheeks.
Facing Ye Qingxuan, she smiled and spread her arms, waiting for hugs and death.
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.
—Dreamland·Resonance with natural disasters!
But this time, what was unfolded was not Longmian Barrier.
He raised his left hand and brushed his fingers from the illusory moonlight sword. The ethereal blade seemed to cut his finger, and the blood of heaven and man flowed out, washing away the non-existent dust on the blade.
Wherever the finger passed, the pure white moonlight sword turned into blue inch by inch.
The music theory of Silent Moon covered it and intertwined it, pushing the elements of purification to evolve to the extreme, until finally, in Ye Qingxuan's hand, there was only a dim blue glow.
But an unprecedented biting chill emanated from it.
With its appearance, countless ethers lost all response and were killed by the blue light...
The moon of silence shines here.
Grant all things an equal end.
"Don't be afraid."
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, held Mary's slender waist in his arms, and whispered softly in her ear:
"I'm here."
quietly.
The Moonlight Sword sank into her heart, penetrated her body, and stabbed out from her back.
At that moment, Mary's eyes widened, the golden color in her pupils was ignited, and she moved violently.
The blue moonlight followed the blade and ran through her blood. Everything was silent wherever it passed. If Dragon Flame is the nemesis of tangible matter, then Blue Moon is the far superior destroyer of music theory.
Under the moonlight, everything turned dim.
The sword of moonlight penetrates the heart, causing the negative personality in the dragon's blood to burst into mourning. The moonlight completely purifies all the dragon's blood, from the inside out, cruelly and coldly erasing all traces of the "Ripper".
This is purification.
Wherever the moonlight reaches, the dragon's blood curse falls apart.
Immediately afterwards, the elements of hell seeped into the body, the music theory of the abyss... In the dead silence, all parasitic things in it were completely eliminated.
Mary died under the moonlight.
But when the moonlight passed by, the glow of the Golden Chapter of Victory followed. The dragon's blood replaced the dragon's blood, and the dragon's power replaced the dragon's power, giving her a new life.
Mary is reborn here!
…
In the piercing whine, the crystal crown transformed from the scepter of hell shook and fell off her head.
Immediately afterwards, the Golden Dragon's teeth suddenly closed.
Bang!
The illusory black sun in the sky suddenly shook violently, fell apart, and was swallowed up by the golden sea of brilliance.
As the Golden Chapter of Victory played, the golden sea of brilliance quickly shrank, and finally turned into real gold and iron, which intertwined with each other to form a brand new crown, which fell on Mary's head.
On top of the crown, the deep purple gemstone representing the "hell element" shines brightly!
The Dark Lord screamed.
Such as mourning an heir.
After spending all his efforts and risking his own scepter, he was close to success, no, he had already succeeded, but in the end he lost everything in such an inexplicable place.
Not only failed, but even his own elements were plundered by the golden dragon. The hell scepter that originally swallowed the Shadow of Avalon was now swallowed by the Shadow of Avalon.
She gained nothing, but Mary became the real king of hell...
"Arthur!!!"
His shadow was lifted out of the golden dragon's mouth at the last moment, and the vague mist gathered and took shape again from the sky.
The Lord of Darkness roared at the silent palace at the highest point of the Shadow of Avalon: "What on earth are you doing! When will you see it again?! Are you going to betray our covenant!!!"
There was dead silence, no one responded.
The Lord of Darkness could no longer care about revenge, and fled in a hurry, avoiding the interception of the nomadic mountains in the sky, and used his last strength to throw himself into the palace.
still have a chance.
There is also a chance to turn defeat into victory in the end.
As long as he finds Arthur and unlocks Arthur's seal, he can regain control of him through the covenant made by both parties hundreds of years ago and through the loopholes hidden in it...
But when he rushed into the deepest part of the darkness, he fell into a long sluggish state.
There was dead silence.
It's like a silent sneer, a mockery of fate.
In the gloomy and huge palace, the throne hall that stands at the highest point, which can overlook the entire Avalon throne... is empty!
Nothing at all!
The Lord of Darkness was stunned. Under this ridiculous joke, even his body made of mist froze.
For a long time, a hoarse sound came from my throat.
It sounded like a weird chuckle, or like a wild beast whining furiously.
"Nothing at all?"
He roared madly and smashed the entire throne to pieces: "Why is there nothing? Arthur! Get out! Where are you! According to the covenant, I have been invited to give you the position of natural disaster, and you are here again Where! You liar!! Liar!!!"
In the silence, there was a sigh.
Under the broken throne, a simple ether ball rolled out, and it lit up and disappeared with the words.
"I've advised you a long time ago, haven't I?"
The voice said: "Too bad you still messed everything up."
"Lancelot? Is that you?"
The Lord of Darkness was in disbelief and roared: "Why betrayed! Why!!"
"Betrayal? It's out of the question. Have you ever planned to abide by the covenant?"
Lancelot responded indifferently: "From the beginning, you wanted to control everything, and you did not hesitate to go behind my back and launch the plan on your own. Until now, you have not forgotten to stand up and give it a try, even putting His Majesty in danger... "
"Lancelot! What on earth do you want to do!!!"
"You failed and you were abandoned. Isn't it obvious?" Lancelot said lightly: "Although the days of working with you are not pleasant, out of politeness, I wish you smooth sailing from now on. Bar."
Bang!
The etheric ball burst in the hands of the dark lord.
He trampled the debris angrily, roaring.
At the door, there was a sigh of relief.
"I was scared to death. I thought I would be late..."
Stone stepped into the throne room, stared at the dark lord, and smiled happily, "Although I don't know what happened, you should be desperate now, right?"
In the numb eyes of the Dark Lord, dozens of purification musicians walked into the door and surrounded him.
"I didn't expect that the tribunal had just reopened and we would welcome important guests..."
He rubbed his hands expectantly and stared at the heretic in front of him, his eyes passionate and hungry: "Sure enough, the old saying is right - it is better to die than live. As long as you live long enough, what weird things can you not encounter?"
The mist around the Lord of Darkness was trembling violently. He was angered by Shi Dong's wanton eyes, and his pupils were red.
But soon, his eyes became panicked.
Because Shi Dong slowly took out a small bottle from his arms.
The fist-sized bottle seemed to have been stored close to me for a long time. It was taken out from time to time and wiped diligently. It was not stained with any dust and was extremely well maintained.
With a pop, the cork was pulled off.
The clear voice made the mist that made up the body of the Dark Lord tremble, as if it were trembling.
"Please, Your Majesty."
Shi Dong's steel vocal cords rubbed together, and he laughed strangely:
"Our good days are still going to last..."
…
…
As the scepter of hell shattered, the ocean of light gradually dissipated. In the end, the Shadow of Avalon returned to silence, becoming increasingly dilapidated and no longer as glorious as before.
The golden dragon also gradually dimmed and became blurry. At the end, something seemed to reach out from the light with its little paws, put it on his shoulder, and patted him as a sign of approval.
Well done, keep up the good work!
Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon's power disappeared without a trace.
Ye Qingxuan reached out and caught the weak Mary.
Mary came out of her trance, saw the face so close, and smiled reluctantly.
"Get some rest first, Your Majesty, it's over."
Ye Qingxuan said softly.
"I saw... the memory of that thing..." Mary murmured softly: "Be careful, what is resurrected... is not Leviathan... not it..."
She wanted to say more, but her last will was exhausted, her eyes closed weakly, and she fell into a long sleep.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and frowned.
He didn't understand what Mary meant.
But it was obvious that when the Dark Lord parasitized Mary, she must have seen something, something that she must remind herself of even if she tried her best.
Wasn't Leviathan resurrected? Who is that
Too many questions remained unanswered, making him dare not relax at all after defeating the dark lord, and an ominous feeling still lingered in his heart.
Not long after, Stone returned.
Ye Qingxuan raised his head.
"solved?"
"Um."
Shi Dong nodded and raised the palm-sized bottle in his hand.
The bottle seemed to be filled with the fire of purgatory, all red. In the deepest part of the fire, in the cage of layers of music theory, a figure made of mist twitched in pain, and even had no strength to scream anymore.
"Although I struggled a lot, at least I didn't run away from him."
"Finally one less trouble."
Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, only to see Shi Dong's complicated expression.
"What's wrong?"
Stone sighed, "Our alchemist discovered something in the palace. If my guess is correct, our troubles have just begun..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook the bottle in his hand - the firelight swayed, causing the feeble and twitching figure to struggle in pain again.
"Wake up, Your Excellency, the storytelling conference has begun."
Stone raised his hand, put his old face against the bottle, and gently urged: "Come forward and share your embarrassing little secret with everyone."
"You're dreaming!!" The Lord of Darkness roared: "You..."
Before he finished speaking, Shi Dong impatiently shook the bottle. As he shook it, the torture caused by the purifying fire became more and more painful, making it difficult for him to suppress his screams.
Not long after, voices begging for mercy sounded from inside.
The Inquisition has always had a way of torturing people, not to mention a full set of services for big figures like the Lords of Darkness. Not only the torture of will, but also the erosion and destruction of music theory.
This is a cage specially built for things like him. For a long time, Shi Dong has kept it close to him, never leaving it, and never having any damage.
As long as it stays in that bottle, it will never be able to turn around and can only act as a plaything.
Unfortunately, when he wanted to speak, Ye Qingxuan no longer needed his answer.
At that moment, a big earthquake occurred suddenly.
A gap suddenly opened in the sky of Shadow of Avalon, and a dim stream of light flew in, flying randomly in the sky of Shadow City like a headless fly.
In the end, Ye Qingxuan's presence was finally sensed. With the response of Music Theory, he fell from the air and threw himself at his location.
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and grasped the thing that fell into his hand.
It was an ancient scroll.
I don't know how much time it has gone through, but the color has turned yellowish and the leather is covered with scratches. It was so heavy that Ye Qingxuan's hand shook and he could hardly hold it firmly.
In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan's face turned livid, and the palm holding the scroll trembled slightly.
"What's wrong?"
It was the first time that Shi Dong saw such a gloomy Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan didn't speak, he just turned his wrist and showed him the characters engraved on the head of the scroll, the name of the scroll...
-"Genesis"!
…
…
Five minutes ago, on the edge of Uptown.
Under the huge barrier, the old musician knelt down weakly on the ground.
He lowered his head with difficulty and looked at the sword blade emerging from his chest. Blood flowed from the wound, dyeing his robe red.
"Lancelot... why?"
"Sorry, Lord Haydn."
Lancelot drew his sword expressionlessly: "Thank you for everything you have done for this country."
Haydn fell to the ground.
Thick blood slowly flowed out of his body, taking away the last of his life. Haydn stretched out his hand with difficulty, stained with blood, and wanted to write the last note, but the back of his hand was stepped on by an iron boot.
Lancelot looked down at him, casting the shadow of death.
"-Angelou will remember your contribution, but you are no longer needed."
The blade of the sword is raised, and the blade of the sword is lowered.
Haydn's head rolled to the ground, losing all breath.
The pair of cloudy pupils were so wide that they could not close their eyes until death.
Lancelot put away the sword indifferently, kicked the obstructing head aside, then lifted the heavy iron box on the ground, turned back and looked at the child huddled in the corner.
"Let's go, Your Highness."
He said calmly:
"—It's time to end this."
…
At that moment, Genesis quietly collapsed.
The sky and the earth roared.
In the distance, there was a loud boiling sound from the ocean.
Just like the seven seas cheering, countless demons scream.
Avalon was shaken violently, setting off a terrifying tide that swept in all directions.
And just under the layers of the earth's crust, the surging river of blood lost its final restraint and spread rapidly toward the earth. Wherever it passed, all the earth and rocks were rapidly activated, and flesh and blood pulsated.
The country's last line of defense, the remaining tether of Leviathan...
—The third seal, breakthrough!