Avalon shook as Arthur commanded.
Beneath the city, which was about to return to its former state, a river of blood flowed, and the crimson color rolled back toward the sky, then turned into a rain of blood and fell into the sea, as if it had fallen into the reflected city, eroding the silver-white moonlight.
The pure white moon wheel moves and shines.
At this moment, "Genesis" is in the hands of Ye Qingxuan, relying on the terrifying power transmitted from Mary, it has opened up a new fault between the etheric world and the material world, including the entire heaven on earth.
Everything on earth and in heaven is under the control of Genesis.
At this moment, the music theory of creation is running in the moon wheel, casting the light promised by the gods to mankind towards this city that once slept in the shadows.
The moonlight shines everywhere, resisting the invasion of the blood river.
For the first time since its birth, the kingdom of heaven on earth collided with the power of Leviathan. After the roar, the powers from the same source strangely overlapped.
At this moment, Avalon has become like the holy city it was when the Hundred-Eyed Ones invaded.
Everything in the material world is eroded by music theory, and a lower limit is created in the etheric world. The two originally distinct entities overlap here, confusing illusion and reality.
As a result of the attacks between Heaven on Earth and Avalon, parts of both sides began to overlap, turning the entire city into a huge maze. The roads between Shangcheng District, Zhongcheng District, and the twenty-four satellite islands are all a mess.
And right in the middle, relying on the matrix of the path to godhood that remained here in the past, Mary ascended to the throne and fought a life-and-death battle with her ancestor Arthur.
After noticing Lancelot's movements, Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, entrusted Creation to the hands of the purification musicians, and looked at the throne.
On the throne, the power of the dragon was moving, continuously plundering the power of the road to becoming a god. Fiery golden flames burst out from it, engulfing Mary's figure, and only the faint outline of the girl could be seen.
Sensing Ye Qingxuan's gaze, a moment later, a slightly hoarse voice sounded.
"Mr. Ye, if you think it is necessary, go ahead." Mary paused, as if hesitating, and said softly: "But please come back safe and sound."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, nodded and promised:
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will come back as soon as I go."
After speaking, he looked at Shi Dong, who nodded: "Don't worry, Your Majesty the Grand Inquisitor, I still have experience in protecting important people. Your Majesty will never make any mistakes before you come back."
"give it to you."
Ye Qingxuan turned around and walked towards the door of the throne room.
Amidst the loud roar of heaven and earth, he stared at the assembled Witch Hammer.
The Nomadic Mountain hangs high in the sky, casting a huge shadow.
The priests in iron armor held high banners decorated with iron lines and the Holy Emblem, bowed their heads to his figure, and half-knelt on the ground.
Rain with the smell of blood fell from the sky, followed the silent steel armor, and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of water, reflecting the young man's white hair and face like ice.
As Ye Qingxuan walked past, the visors of the knights on both sides lit up with light, like giants waking up, and the sound of the ether furnace starting up sounded one after another. The sound of steel rubbing together gathered in one place, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings.
Above the banner, the holy emblem decorated with iron lines glowed red, and the hot temperature spread out from it, evaporating the blood rain that fell on the banner.
Behind Ye Qingxuan, in the twisted rain curtain, one after another holy symbols slowly lit up and were raised high into the sky, announcing the arrival of judgment.
The terrifying temperature dissipated, dispelling the deep cold.
The Witch's Hammer thundered forward, like mercury flowing in the grooves, reflecting the cold iron light.
Until the end, following the figure of that person, a loud noise echoed between heaven and earth.
The flame ignited again.
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During the march, Ye Qingxuan heard loud noises constantly erupting in the city, and the world was spinning.
The maze-like road is constantly broken and reorganized, making it impossible to distinguish between east, west and north. Soon, the collision between heaven on earth and Avalon finally came to an end.
Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon's mighty light fell from the sky, landed on Ye Qingxuan's head, and turned into a crown.
The blessing from the majestic First Symphony not only brought power, but also put the control of the city and the safety of the throne room in his hands.
Ye Qingxuan finally experienced the feeling of the royal family walking in the city. That sense of fulfillment that everything is with me and everything is under control.
At this moment, he is no longer a designer at the beginning, but has become the controller of the city. All means of protection are under his control.
The city has become an extension of his body, changing with his will.
All the defenses have been put on him. As long as he is alive, no one can break through the heaven on earth and step into the throne room... In other words, if he dies, there will be no barrier for the heaven on earth.
"What a heavy responsibility, Your Majesty."
He turned back, stared in the direction of the palace, and sighed softly. When he turned back, he could already see the dragon-slaying spear penetrating all the barriers and barriers in the distorted light and shadow.
Under the point of the gun, the artifact forged to kill Leviathan released terrifying power, completely cutting off the chaotic music theory and restoring all things to their original appearance.
Among the crowd of dead souls, Lancelot, who was holding the Fallen Iron, had put on his face armor again. The iron face made of silver was dripping with blood-colored rain, and the gorgeous patterns also revealed an icy ferocity.
Behind the visor, only a pair of indifferent and cold eyes were revealed.
Even though the former sister's only son was in front of him, he did not waver at all.
Ye Qingxuan stared at Lancelot, trying to see something, but all he could see was that he was as strange as ever.
"Lancelot, is it necessary?"
Lancelot didn't speak, just lowered his eyes, holding the tail of the dragon-slaying spear in his hand. The spear swept across the ground under his swing, drawing a complete circle, end to end.
The tip of the gun rubbed against the stone, sparks flying.
At the moment when the circle was completed, invisible power burst out, and all the rain falling from the sky was pushed away. The water pools on the ground fled one after another as if in fear, forming a shocking void.
In that blank space, the gun tip was slowly raised and pointed at Ye Qingxuan.
"Is that so?"
Ye Qingxuan understood and nodded: "That's fine, I don't want to hear what your reasons are... To be honest, I have wanted to beat you up for a long time. Now I finally have such an opportunity. It's great."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and his voice sounded from everyone's ears:
"No need to worry, just wipe out the enemies!"
What they responded to was the roaring advance of the armored knights, like a dam bursting and a torrent sweeping across, and a roar that resounded throughout the battlefield.
“—Deusvult!!!”
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And just when the witch's hammer collided with the torrent of the Royal Orchestra, and the pure white moonlight illuminated the dragon-slaying spear, Avalon and the heaven on earth collided again for the second time.
In the huge turbulence, a wave of hundreds of meters high was set off out of thin air, sweeping over the waves.
The divided paths to godhood collide with each other as the heaven on earth and Avalon overlap. On two identical thrones, completely different ancestors and descendants looked at each other across a seemingly far distance.
On them, sword blades and scabbards erupted with resonant sounds.
The power of Leviathan turned into a torrent, continuously blessing both parties. The light of heaven on earth became more dazzling, and the fury in Arthur's heart grew higher and higher.
"Stolen dragon blood, stolen crown, how dare you get your hands on my things!"
The black dragon's power suddenly roared, and under Arthur's will, it gathered into a bunch in the palm of his hand and threw it towards the heaven on earth. It was obviously an idea placed on the ether, but thunder and lightning burst out.
On Mary's body, countless music theories riveted together, and the shadow of the sword scabbard suddenly appeared, followed by a golden dragon's power, facing the attack.
When meeting the ancestor and the source, Long Wei, who should have collapsed at the first touch, actually clamped the spear of darkness in mid-air, crushed it, and fell apart.
Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then he saw even more incredible consequences.
It doesn't even require Mary's will to win the golden chapter, and the animal nature that has evolved to the extreme evolves into the golden dragon again. Countless sword blades emerge from the dragon's power, like sharp teeth, slashing towards Arthur.
The orders from him and the suppression from Leviathan were completely ineffective, and the shackles of the dragon's blood curse were actually broken!
Darkness burst out from his body like flames, burning up the golden sword.
The deep darkness and the bright gold collide together.
"What exactly is it?"
Arthur gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand suddenly: "You who hide your head and show your tail, get out of here!"
Amidst the roar, vague eyes emerged from the golden dragon's power, opened their eyes, and cast a disdainful glance at Arthur.
Immediately afterwards, a blurry reflection appeared in the huge pupils.
You can vaguely tell that it is a golden hound.
The hound roared, and actually controlled the music theory in the scabbard, commanded the golden chapter of victory, and fought back against Arthur.
Longwei tore through the air and made a vague sound like words, so familiar.
"Is that chair comfortable?"
At that moment, Arthur's pupils dilated, and the reflection of the dark sun rotated angrily. What emerged was the desperate murderous intention and jealousy from his heart.
The black dragon's power swept across and suddenly chopped off the hound's reflection, leaving behind a series of tragic scars.
"This is something that belongs to me and has nothing to do with you!"
Arthur stared at the figure of the hound: his eyes were gloomy and ferocious: "You can miss it as much as you want, but you can never touch it again..."
In the Eye of the Dragon, the golden hound lowered his head, seemed to sigh, and shook his tail indifferently.
"Whether I miss it or despise it, I feel really flustered when I sit on it."
The vague voice said: "A fisherman's son had a dream. When he woke up from the dream, those things should disappear, and he should not be attached to it too much..."
"You are the son of a fisherman, I am not!"
The roar interrupted it, and the black dragon power erupted, gathering and forming, pulling the power of the scorching sun in the sky, transforming into ferocious scale claws.
The collision of the scales was like the friction of gold and iron, shooting out dazzling sparks.
The heaven on earth shook violently under the scratching of the dark claws. The music theory of Genesis quickly deflected most of the power, and a gap opened in the core bell tower.
On the throne, Mary's body trembled, and corresponding scars appeared on her arms.
"The time for gossip is over, now..."
In Arthur's eyes, the empty dark scorching sun lit up again, exuding a thrilling flame:
"—General, sword, scabbard, take it, come here!"