Now, Ye Qingxuan finally understood what Mary meant.
It is not Leviathan that is resurrected.
It can never be...
Ye Qingxuan decoded the alchemy matrix, read the remaining messages in it, and rediscovered the dark fragments buried in the long past. Bit by bit, he pieced together a prototype that was closest to the truth.
The reason why Arthur failed to ascend to the gods is still unknown.
But now it seems that the art of ascending to the gods may not have failed, but rather... it was suspended due to an accident.
All smoothly functioning alchemical matrices demonstrate this.
Everything was going on flawlessly as Hermes had envisioned, and everything was ready, except for the last crucial step.
—Turning Arthur into a Scourge.
Leviathan's consciousness has been erased, and all of Leviathan's power has been separated, leaving only the endless power to be given to Arthur.
But everything awkwardly stopped at this step.
Just one step away is like a vast abyss of heaven.
Although I don’t know what exactly happened, the final result is as everyone can see.
The failed Arthur was sealed in the palace of the Shadow of Avalon, and Leviathan's power lost its master and could only become a cyclical phenomenon, constantly trying to gather towards the core, trying to complete the last step that could never continue.
That's how it all started.
Since then, hundreds of years of pain and suffering began.
As long as Arthur still exists, the power of Leviathan will never dissipate and will continue to return again and again.
And the most ridiculous thing is that for hundreds of years, what has prevented Arthur from taking the last step... is his heir, the heir who inherited the dragon's blood and curse.
On the one hand, successive royal families have continuously strengthened the seal of the Shadow of Avalon.
On the other hand, they used the royal family members with rich dragon blood as bait to extract the power of Leviathan, and then destroyed the victims together to delay the completion of the art of ascending to the gods indefinitely...
This is a paradox.
People without dragon blood cannot control Angel's homeland defense front and prevent the return of Leviathan's power. But people with dragon blood are absolutely unable to resist orders from Leviathan...that is, Arthur.
The blood from Leviathan gave them power, but also brought a curse from their birth.
Just like Ye Qingxuan in the past, even if he faced only a few drops of Leviathan's blood, he had no power to resist. If it weren't for the blood of heavenly beings who are not afraid of decaying iron, Ye Qingxuan would not be able to escape the threat of the curse.
Once the bloodline is rich enough to awaken the dragon's power, the beastiality sleeping in the dragon's blood will gradually penetrate the host's consciousness, break the mental stability, and produce a deformed personality, like Mary, who falls into madness.
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the bottle in Shi Dong's hand, his eyes becoming colder and colder.
"—Is there anything else you haven't said?"
The figure in the bottle trembled and quickly explained: "I told you everything! I told you everything! I told you everything I know."
Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved his hand.
Stone smiled, raised his hand, and shook the bottle quickly.
He really likes to play like this.
I will never let it go if I get the chance.
Shaking like this every day, edifying his body and mind, he felt that he could live another hundred years...
The fire surged like water, bringing torture and pain beyond the limit. After gathering the wisdom of the Inquisition for hundreds of years, it was imposed on the dark lord without reservation.
Hoarse curses, painful roars, weak moans, and in the end, there was no more sound.
As if dead.
Stone stopped.
Ye Qingxuan looked at the bottle indifferently: "Now, do you have anything else to add? For example, why did you go to so much trouble to control Mary and take so much pains to bring her into the palace of the Shadow of Avalon?"
The figure in the bottle twitched in pain, and for a long time, he made a sound with difficulty.
"The body... Arthur needs a new body..."
The little man in the bottle no longer dared to hide anything, and told everything he knew: "Arthur is almost unable to support himself, his body is almost necrotic, and it is connected to the seal... If he wants to be free, he must change his body." A new body…”
In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan sat on the ground, tilting his head, lighting the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, with an indifferent expression.
"It's a pity, you should have told me earlier."
Shi Dong understood, walked aside on his own, and shook the bottle crazily.
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan smoked quietly, his face gloomy.
He finally understood why Maxwell had rebelled.
He must kill Elizabeth.
must.
Elizabeth's dragon blood is too strong.
She should have died in torture fifteen years ago, but Hermes continued his life and the curse - dragon blood will grow stronger over time. If Ye Qingxuan guessed correctly, Elizabeth's blood purity , even beyond the limit.
In order to smoothly transfer the kingdom to Mary's hands, she did not hesitate to turn herself into a monster.
But at the same time, she also became Arthur's backup body...
After Maxwell's cruel attack, Elizabeth was killed by the dragon-slaying gun, and the dragon blood in her body began to deteriorate and could no longer be used. Then, Arthur has only one choice left...
Mary.
In order to control Arthur, the Dark Lord took action in advance, intending to control Mary and force Arthur to submit.
Otherwise, once Arthur is successfully resurrected and masters the power of Leviathan, the scepter of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth and the power of the King of Hell, there will be no chance to control him.
It's a pity that the agencies are exhausted.
He has been abandoned.
In other words, Arthur never trusted him from the beginning.
So…
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the dark dome above his head.
Now, is it still too late
…
…
In the darkness, Lancelot lit a fire.
The flames jumped, illuminating his face and the haggard man leaning on the throne ten steps away. And, on the throne... the king has lost his breath.
As if aware of it, the haggard and decadent man raised his eyes and looked over.
Lancelot frowned, just lowered his head, sent the flame into the wind lantern, tightened the wind lantern, and placed it on the ground. A soft light shone from it, illuminating the ruined throne room.
He raised his head and looked at the old man through the barrier formed by the Sword in the Stone: "Maxwell, long time no see."
Maxwell sneered in a low voice and shook his head, "Sure enough, it's you."
"Um."
Lancelot nodded slightly, not feeling ashamed or embarrassed when he admitted.
As indifferent as ever.
He just looked at Maxwell and the silent ancient sword that he casually threw on the steps. After a long time, he sighed softly, "For all these years, I still don't understand why the Sword in the Stone chose you."
"What don't you understand?"
Maxwell responded indifferently: "You should have gotten the sword in the stone, but you always have the embers of original sin in your heart."
"I?"
Lancelot was amused by Maxwell, "I thought, compared to you, I thought I was a perfect moral person."
"Stop humiliating morals, Lancelot."
Maxwell looked at him coldly: "If I'm not wrong: you chose the family over your sister's happiness in life and the family, didn't you? Bai Ya... you secretly betrayed Ye Lanzhou to the cult, and your father had to fight between the family and the family. Faced with a cruel choice between daughters, after being forced to expel their biological daughter, they were overwhelmed and chose to commit suicide. From beginning to end, the only one who achieved success was you."
"Father is too weak. He has forgotten the fate of the Lancelot family." Lancelot remained indifferent: "Ye Lanzhou's existence will destroy everything - and no matter what, the family must be preserved."
Maxwell couldn't help but sneer, "Then I want to congratulate you, you got what you wanted. You have already got your family, why do you need to ask for more?"
"Every family head in the past generations has died in the service of the royal family, and I am no exception."
"Yes, it's just that the emperor you are loyal to is different from others..."
"From the beginning, this was the fate of the Lancelot family, and it was also the curse entwined in our bloodline... It is not only this country and the royal family that are cursed, Maxwell, but also us... "
Lancelot asked coldly: "But what kind of mistakes have we made? Nothing! We have dedicated everything to Angelou, but we have fallen to the point where we have to cut off our inheritance. We are born to force When I walked into the cage, all the family heads in the past were just prisoners in this armor. They struggled hard and gave everything, even their children had to be sacrificed... When Christine was born, everyone sang and danced, but you know that I How painful is it? She has always felt guilty that she is not a man and cannot inherit Lancelot's armor, but why do I want her to inherit this tragic fate? Tell me, Maxwell, what's wrong with seeking relief!"
"Does it include trampling on the glory of your ancestors? Does it include selling everything, including surrendering to natural disasters?"
Lancelot finally smiled and sneered:
“Isn’t this country originally created by natural disasters?”
Maxwell was silent, lowered his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's my fault, why do I have to talk to you about these meaningless things? After so many years of intrigue, my mind has become so muddled that I can't even remember my true identity. Your set of logic can be used to satisfy yourself, Lancelot, but it is completely bullshit to me. If someone hadn't reminded me, I almost forgot... - A mistake is a mistake, even if it is for the so-called overall situation, a mistake There must be a reckoning, otherwise 'right' has no meaning. The time we have been living on has been too long, and we have forgotten why everything turned out this way in the first place."
He paused, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes: "I should have figured this out long ago, Lancelot, but unfortunately, it was too late to make up my mind."
"Yes, you chose to kill the king after all."
Lancelot looked at him: "I still underestimated you after all... Just the clues made you alert in advance. I once thought that I would never be able to defeat you - whether it is your sense of smell or determination, it is too scary. It's really That's scary, Maxwell."
Maxwell shrugged:
"Sorry, I was born this way."
Lancelot lowered his head and sighed, "If it weren't for you, His Majesty would have been resurrected long ago. There is no need to waste such a long time."
In the silence, Maxwell was stunned. After a long time, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Lancelot, what did you... say?"
"Did you forget something?"
Lancelot glanced at him, turned back, waved towards the outside of the palace, and called softly: "Please come in, Your Highness."
At Lancelot's call, the thin boy walked in from the door, struggling to hold an iron box that was too big for him, and looked around timidly.
The moment he appeared, Maxwell's expression changed.
Great prince!
That was the eldest prince who was forgotten by everyone, the mentally retarded man who was born deformed and unable to grow up...
Lancelot stretched out his hand, stroked the eldest prince's hair, and looked up at Maxwell, "I know that you poisoned him in advance to rule out the possibility of him becoming a carrier. Unfortunately... he is the blood of King Arthur after all."
"Uncle Lancelot, where is my sister?"
The eldest prince huddled behind Lancelot in horror, looking at the haggard Maxwell timidly. Finally, he looked at the throne: "What's wrong with mother? Why doesn't she speak?"
"Don't be afraid, His Majesty is asleep."
Lancelot comforted him softly, raised his hand and pointed at Maxwell: "It was the guy with the beard who harmed your majesty."
"Lancelot!!!"
Maxwell roared: "It's not too late to turn back! Do you know what you are doing!"
Lancelot ignored him, just lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the eldest prince: "Your Highness, do you want to protect your mother?"
The eldest prince glanced at Maxwell in fear, and was frightened by his angry look. He nodded with all his courage:
"think."
Then Lancelot smiled.