In the dead silence of the palace, Arthur held the sword in the stone, turned around, and slowly walked towards his throne.
After many years of absence, the throne still feels familiar, with the sweet taste of blood.
He chuckled.
"It feels so good to meet again after a long absence."
He leaned on the throne, lowered his head, and looked down at the place next to Lancelot, "Long time no see, Gao Wenqing. You look as weak as ever."
Lancelot turned back and looked to his side. His body was empty. There was no one there, but there was a nervous gasp.
"I just woke up and you came back to see me. You are really loyal and commendable. In this case, I will not hold you responsible for your inaction over the past hundreds of years."
"Your Majesty..."
In the empty air, a trembling voice came: "I...are here to give you advice..."
"oh?"
Arthur chuckled: "In the past, the coward who hid in the armor and didn't even dare to say a word, now has the courage to admonish the king? It seems that many interesting things have happened over the past hundreds of years. Think about it. As long as you are loyal, let’s talk about it.”
He propped his chin up on his elbows and said with interest, "Let me see what you learned from those jesters who played with their lips."
In the silence, there was only nervous breathing.
"Your Majesty, I beg you... to stop here."
That child-like voice mustered up all the courage and suggested in a trembling voice: "If, if you can give up the road to becoming a god, the situation will definitely turn around. All the people are waiting for your Majesty's return. As long as you show kindness, the kingdom of heaven on earth will be restored." It will definitely be restored to its original appearance as soon as possible..."
He stammered and talked, unable to continue.
On the throne, Arthur looked down, his eyes becoming pitiful and mocking.
"only this?"
"… right."
Gawain said in panic: "This is the only thing that I hope your Majesty will approve. No matter what punishment your Majesty may have, I will be willing to accept it. As long as I can submit to your majesty, I will not refuse no matter what the trial is." Shattered into pieces, no matter what."
"What if?"
Gawain was silent and did not answer.
In the silence, Arthur sighed, stretched out his hand, and stroked the hilt of the Sword in the Stone.
"It's already turned into ashes, and it's still such a bother, Gawain."
In the air, countless crystal fragments slowly emerged and gathered together with difficulty. In the end, they were barely pieced together into the appearance of a person. But there are many vacancies.
If that delicate face were complete, it would definitely be no less than any woman's, but it was a pity that it was now covered with cracks and dust, like a discarded mask.
In the corners of the broken eyes, there are still traces of dried blood and tears.
"So… "
The broken human body grasped the invisible sword and pointed it at the indifferent face on the throne: "Please allow me to disobey."
In the silence, Lancelot lowered his head and remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.
collapse!
The sound of metal clashing sounded from the gloom.
The next moment, he was drowned out by the sound of heavy rain.
In the last faint light, a cracked marble fell from the disintegrated body, making a crisp cracking sound.
In the darkness, only the sword in the stone screamed softly.
The ashes flew away.
"I thought I had nothing to rely on."
On the throne, Arthur shook his head in disappointment, "In the end, do you dare to draw your sword against me when you are reduced to this level of survival? How far has this country fallen after hundreds of years? It's not just disrespectful to the king, but also respect. and reason no longer exist... Forget it, now that I have returned, putting things right will have to be put on the agenda. Before that, let's get rid of all these unsightly things."
As he spoke, he held the long sword upside down and pierced the sword in the stone into the stone in front of the throne. He pressed his hands on the hilt of the sword to suppress the resistance of the long sword again and again, until finally, the blade became dim and there was no longer any resistance. sound.
"Then, let's start again..."
He raised his eyes.
In the pupils of his eyes, the dark sun reappeared.
Staring at the firelight and war below the city, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. His hoarse voice wandered in the turbulent city, subduing all the noise and echoing in everyone's ears:
"—The road to the top of all things!"
So, there was a big earthquake.
At that moment, the dark clouds covering the entire country were torn apart, revealing the dark night sky.
In the original darkness of the universe, the dim light of countless stars swayed, as if they were about to fall towards this turbulent stage.
The endless black dragon power spurted out from Arthur's body, like a dark torrent, rolling up into the sky, turning into countless palms, grabbing the projection of the stars.
Under the pull of Long Wei, the light of the stars gathered in one place, and then they were all swallowed up.
The gravity of music theory distorts reality and time, and roars and loud noises suddenly erupt, resounding across the sea and sky.
The road to ascending to God is restarted here!
At that moment, everyone saw it.
As the black dragon's power collapsed, a huge gap suddenly opened from the center of the night sky.
Fierce light emerged.
The violent scorching sun broke through the carcass of Long Wei, brewing from the endless music theory, hanging high in the sky, spreading a violent brilliance like a flame.
Using the sword in the stone as his bones, Arthur continuously extracted the power of Leviathan, giving birth to the prototype of a natural disaster like the scorching sun.
Amid the countless cheers, Arthur closed his eyes and laughed, but the laughter stopped abruptly.
The operation of the road to ascend to the gods suddenly stagnated.
"What's this?"
He lowered his head in astonishment and stared at the glorious sea in the distance.
There shouldn't be anything there, but at this moment, the smooth mirror-like sea surface was filled with light, reflecting Avalon's reflection.
That is…
The Kingdom of Shadows sleeping in darkness!
The barrier between the material world and the etheric world was broken, and the ruined city sleeping in the phantom was reflected in the reflection of the sea.
And in the reflection, the white-haired young man looked up at the scorching sun in the sky and showed a strange smile.
Facing Arthur's stunned gaze, he slowly raised the broken scroll in his hand.
Ye Qingxuan said, "First, there must be light..."
Then, there was light.
A pure white moon rises quietly from the reflection of the sea and casts its afterglow.
The radiance full of peace and tranquility spread throughout the Kingdom of Shadows, revitalizing the abandoned Kingdom of the Dead.
The grand music theory of creation runs in the moonlight, and with the cold radiance, it covers the entire city in the shadow. Under Ye Qingxuan's will, ultra-light domain music theory operation combined with ultra-fine music theory control brought about huge changes that were like the beginning of the world.
It's like stepping back in time.
The broken streets were re-healed, the collapsed walls were re-healed, and the broken beams and pillars slowly rose from the ruins. Then, time went back, and the scattered bricks and stones gathered from all directions, and were restored to wholeness by the invisible hands. .
The floor is smooth and complete, the walls are as bright as new, and the oil paintings on the ceiling have changed their colors...
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years seemed to be reversed.
The heaven on earth, which had been drained of all its value, rose from its ashes, filled with moonlight and miracles.
And all of this, the power consumed... are all extracted from the road to godhood that originally belonged to Arthur alone!
Like a thief who broke into a treasure house, Taotie drank the wine collected by his original owner, burned famous paintings to keep warm, chopped sandalwood for firewood, and poured the only remaining bottle of precious red wine into the pot to stew radish and pig's trotters. Shoulder, waste a lot of strength without hesitation, give up.
In front of the owner, he proudly poured his life's treasure into his mouth, only to pat him on the shoulder and praise from the bottom of his heart: delicious!
Simply... ridiculous!
"No, no!"
Arthur opened his eyes furiously, stared at the sword in the stone in his hand, and suddenly realized that the dark dragon moved his body and roared, "Where is the scabbard? Maxwell! Where is my scabbard!!!"
Longwei infusion.
The sword in the stone was trembling violently, and countless music theories were broken, bringing unprecedented pain to the soul in the sword, but it could not stop the crazy laughter.
Where is the scabbard
Where else…
Nature is where it should be!
At that moment, with the restoration of the kingdom of heaven on earth, the melody of the Golden Chapter of Victory resounded throughout the whole world... The top of the kingdom in the shadow!
In the throne hall that is the same as here, in the cage where Arthur has been imprisoned for hundreds of years, the girl in white sits on the throne, and the golden dragon's power sweeps like a tide, integrating into the entire heaven on earth. carried out throughout the city.
The resources that Arthur had originally prepared for his ascension to the gods were left in the hands of the new king. As the power of the entire Angelo gathered, behind her, in the golden dragon power as deep as the sea, countless music theories were intertwined to form The ghost of the sword's scabbard.
In the shadow, the trace of the golden hound appeared faintly, looking at Arthur's face coldly.
His eyes were as stern as ever.
The same blood of Leviathan, the same golden chapter of victory, the same key to the Sword in the Stone in the hand, the same King of Angels blessed by the majestic first march, and even the same...
The kingdom of heaven on earth, blessed by Genesis, reappeared, bringing a gravitational pull that was not inferior to Avalon, competing with Arthur for the power of Leviathan.
At this point, the road to ascending to the gods has been completely split into two!
Hundreds of years ago, Maxwell had foreseen the coming of this day when he betrayed Arthur on the day he ascended to the throne of God, cutting off his path to ascending to God and leaving a heavy wound on Arthur's chest.
Sooner or later, Arthur will definitely return again and restart his journey to the gods...
Due to the core music theory of The Sword in the Stone, Maxwell cannot kill Arthur, nor can he self-destruct.
Well, after Arthur was severely injured, he chose to severely injure himself.
The music theory of The Sword in the Stone was completely divided into two parts, one part was preserved by Maxwell, and the other part was sealed in the scabbard.
Enduring the pain of division, he sheathed his sword into the dark world. Leave it in the place farthest from Arthur, and even entrust it to the Order to seal and hide it on your behalf.
The complete Sword in the Stone was now incomplete, and the complete path to becoming a god was also split into two!
If the former Hermes saw this scene, he would definitely not be able to help but laugh.
The dead emperor occupies the human throne, and the human emperor fights back in the kingdom of the dead... It's a perfect comedy!
"What a shame, Your Majesty."
In the midst of the sword, Maxwell smiled hoarsely: "It seems that your journey to becoming a god has ended here..."
The laughter stopped abruptly.
A painful roar sounded!
Arthur clenched his fingers expressionlessly and said, "Sir Lancelot."
"I'm here."
Lancelot knelt down on one knee.
"Since your sword is broken, I will give it to you."
Arthur stretched out his hand, and the dragon-slaying spear on the ground fell into his hand. The innate music theory of killing dragons became as hot as iron when it came into contact with his palm.
Arthur clenched the gun blade with his five fingers, letting it feast on the dragon's blood, until the trembling gun body fell into silence, and the gun blade buzzed, seemingly satisfied.
The dragon-slaying spear fell into Lancelot's hands.
As Arthur waved his hand, the dark dragon power gathered, and the masters of the first royal orchestra emerged from the shadows.
They once dedicated everything to King Arthur, but now, those fateful chapters engraved at the bottom of the city have been awakened by Arthur's will. The spirituality sealed in the movements is carried by the dragon's power. In this way, with death The undead have returned to this world again in the form of their heyday.
Under Arthur's will, the dragon's power, wrapped in countless music theories, blessed Lancelot's body and turned into an illusory dark sun.
"I will give you the power of natural disasters and lead the royal orchestra to crush all those who dare to touch my throne..."
On the throne, the inhuman king who was so angry that he was mad issued an order:
"—Bring back my scabbard and my power!"