The collision between the etheric world and the material world begins again.
Since the Battle of the Holy City, the entire material world has never suffered such a huge impact. The terrifying aftershocks spread in all directions along the sea of ether, and terrible aftershocks can even be detected as far away as the east. I don’t know how many musicians who have just resonated with the etheric world have fallen into confusion and panic.
But in the center of the storm, everything was calm.
It is clear that the spectacle of the collision of heaven and earth hangs high above your head, with countless rainbow lights bursting out, but when you stand on the trembling earth and look up, you will naturally have an illusion of being far away.
In fact, no one would be stupid enough to raise their head and expose their throat to the enemy at this time.
Except Ye Qingxuan.
Even if his opponent is Lancelot, he still has enough time to pay attention to the battle situation above.
Because from the beginning, he never felt that he could beat it.
So... he has been paddling and fishing leisurely.
Although doing this is quite irresponsible to his subordinates who are fighting with all their strength, how stupid can he be to fight at close range with the knight who is recognized as the best of Anglo in the West
He was sure that if he dared to step within ten meters of Lancelot and meet him, his neck would be pierced by the dragon-slaying spear. Two seconds later, he would be hung up and thrown into the middle of the battlefield.
With armor protection, the blessing of dragon power, and the dragon-slaying gun to make up for the shortcomings in lethality, Lancelot has truly turned into a war machine.
Fallen Iron is not called it for nothing.
In fact, that gun is a fatal threat to any living creature - while destroying the body, it will also destroy the music theory and spirit, and at the same time, it will exert fatal lethality on the blood circulation and ether circulation. It is precisely because of this dual threat that he can shoulder the important task of killing the dragon.
Dragons have killed them, so wouldn't it be easier to kill yourself
At this time, there are no more clichés, lamenting that I am not good at changing music and I am at a disadvantage.
Therefore, from the beginning to the end, Ye Qingxuan was dodging, or in other words, being chased and slashed unilaterally... After completely giving up the initiative, he faced the challenge with such a salty attitude of giving up on treatment. It was not easy.
He even had time to chat with Lancelot.
It's like planning to enhance the relationship before the battle.
Except for Lancelot's silence, the exchange was flawless.
The dragon-slaying spear roared.
The rainbow light of molten gold spread from the gun blade.
The artifact that once crucified the Hundred-Armed Giant for decades roared through the air. After being tempered in the ruins for decades, the transformed music theory was now perfect, tearing apart everything.
In order to use it against Arthur, the royal family cast it at all costs - even Hermes put a lot of effort into it.
Based on the alchemy of the classical school that Hermes, one of the three sages, was best at, and the theory of separation of humans and gods adhered to by the sect as the theme, spirituality in music theory is divided into two parts. One is like the god Huanghuang. , aloof; one is human, gathering and dispersing indefinitely, taming, resisting, and counterattacking... The two are included in the same theme, forming a perfect cycle and the most extreme collision.
Accepting the will of the gods and combating all evils is not a compassionate purification, but the most cruel killing, destruction in both the physical and etheric senses.
The Dragon-Slaying Spear has been named after the legendary saint since the day it was forged, but more often than not, it is known as the "Fallen Iron".
Among all the artifacts that exist in the world, after throwing away the destroyed Spear of Destiny and the exception created for the entire Great Source, none of the remaining top-level artifacts can inherit the music passed down from generation to generation and have great significance for human history. The symbolic meaning is even an epoch-making product in itself.
Each of them represents not only themselves, but also history and the world itself.
Just like the Gate of Heaven, when the Red King held this sword high and patrolled the country, the entire human world once worshiped under the command of this famous sword.
For example, The Sword in the Stone once ushered in the peak era of Angelus, brought together the power of the entire Angelus and natural disasters, and was the key to the path to godhood.
For example, the Monument of Destiny symbolizes the location of a miracle. Even if it is just an ordinary stone in nature, it still has a noble meaning...
The Dragon-Slaying Spear, which inherited the fragment of the Spear of Destiny, was able to rank among them with its pure lethality, and its danger was obvious.
Especially when such a dangerous weapon fell into the hands of a handful of powerful knights in all of Angru, no, in the entire Western world.
It can be said that even if Lancelot turns around to assassinate Arthur now, he still has a chance of winning.
And when such a person becomes an enemy, Ye Qingxuan can only feel naked terror.
With one blow, the Holy Spirit can be torn apart and destroyed.
One blow can defeat all of Ye Qingxuan's counterattacks, making it overwhelming.
Lancelot, blessed by the power of the black dragon, has now transformed into the incarnation of destruction. The strongest knight who was once famous in all countries is now stepping onto the battlefield again, bringing with it unimaginable terrifying pressure.
Ye Qingxuan was already... sweating profusely.
Even just now, he almost came within fifteen meters of Lancelot without paying attention. When he was only three steps away, he felt the killing intent like a ray of light on his back.
Even from the beginning to now, Ye Qingxuan has been avoiding and avoiding, never daring to stand in front of Lancelot.
Everything is a trump card to guard against Lancelot.
Until now... he didn't know the name Lancelot, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, and the power of the armor known as the strongest on the Garden Table.
Staring at his weapon, I couldn't help but recall the sudden flash of light in the Shadow of Avalon in the past, the terrifying attack that even the Lord of Darkness could not withstand at the snap of a finger.
While he was deep in thought, the evasion slowed down a beat, and his hair stood on end immediately.
At that moment, Lancelot stepped forward, and the green bricks under his feet cracked, and there was a loud noise. The dragon-slaying spear screamed, splitting the air, breaking through the layers of bloody rain, and the hot steam rose into the sky, with the glow of molten gold. Came roaring.
Thrust!
A flawless thrust!
From the time when the stabbing stance was set to when Ye Qingxuan's figure was penetrated, the time in between seemed to be cut off, so fast that it surpassed human reaction nerves.
By dissecting the structure of the human body, the choir musician discovered that the maximum frequency at which the human eye can capture images is twenty-four times per second. In other words, if something happens in these twenty-four seconds, then Humans had no time to react.
It was obvious that Lancelot's attack was so terrifying that it was beyond the perception of the naked eye.
No holding back!
If Ye Qingxuan hadn't spread the moonlight thread across the entire battlefield, he might have been beheaded by this blow.
At the last moment, it was the Clothes of Original Sin that saved Ye Qingxuan.
The moment the moonlight thought thread transmitted the sensed changes back, the interpretation method obtained the result, and then, the corresponding plan preset in the Clothes of Original Sin was activated.
Changing Music Theory automatically activated the exoskeleton mimicry, and the "vacuum sun" supported by Xiao Yuan brought a terrifying instant explosive force, pulling him to move backward.
Step back ten meters.
Before he could react, his face was burning with pain and his vision was black.
Capillaries are broken and the eyeballs become bloodshot.
Even without looking, Ye Qingxuan knew how embarrassed he looked now.
Staring at Lancelot's armor, Ye Qingxuan understood something in a daze and narrowed his eyes:
"Although it seems now that the last battle between you and the Lord of Darkness was mostly an act. But since I saw your armor last time, I have been curious - what exactly happened at that moment... Are you interested in revealing it? Can you help me clarify my doubts for a moment?"
During the confrontation, hot steam spurted out from the gaps in Lancelot's armor.
The fiercely operating ether furnace discharged terrifying heat.
Since the beginning of the war, Lancelot finally responded to Ye Qingxuan's words, his voice still cold and calm, without any ups and downs:
"Have you always been like this?"
"Um?"
Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly, and then heard Lancelot's voice: "Have you always talked your enemies to death with your mouth?"
"right."
Ye Qingxuan nodded without any shame.
It was impossible to talk people to death, but with Ye Qingxuan's mouth, there was absolutely no problem in making people angry to death.
Especially when he made up his mind to delay the war, his face was incredibly thick. It was impossible for him to rush forward and die just because of Lancelot's words.
"Let me remind you."
The Fallen Iron swung horizontally in Lancelot's hand, splitting the rain curtain, and the armored knight re-arranged his offensive posture: "Although the old injury has not healed, for me, it is at that level at best. No need to wait any longer. I'm exhausted from vomiting blood, so it doesn't matter even if I want to use the wound as an opening to attack."
"Have you been seen through? Thanks for the reminder."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him and praised him sincerely: "He is indeed an upright Lancelot, so warm and considerate. Since you and I have been so honest, can you tell me: How does it feel to kill your own sister?"
After a pause, he asked maliciously:
"Isn't it great?"
Lancelot was silent.
A chill spread from his body.
The countless blood-colored rain curtains suddenly shook, distorted by the coldness, and the whole world fell silent for a moment. Finally, that terrifying chill locked onto Ye Qingxuan's body.
"Little Leaf, I'm sorry."
Lancelot slowly raised the dragon-slaying spear and pointed it at Ye Qingxuan's face: "I have a lot to say to you. I really want to... It's a pity."
"Yeah?"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were full of mockery and coldness, tit for tat:
"What a coincidence, so am I."
At that moment, terrifying etheric fluctuations erupted from his hands.
The pure white moon wheel emerged from the chapter of destiny, and the purifying music theory was enshrined in the moonlight, covering the entire battlefield in an instant with its terrifying corrosive power.
Wherever the moonlight shines, there is the scope of the radiation of the mind line, and the entire battlefield is already in Ye Qingxuan's hands.
It's like looking at the lines on the palm of your hand.
He could see the broken iron, the cold blood, the falling rain and the shouts, the rising heat and breath.
And Lancelot slowly raised his fighting stance.
He's coming for real.
All subsequent attempts are meaningless, and the roaming and evading tactics will end here.
All the chips have been placed on the gambling table and the dice have been rolled.
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath.
It's time to open the cup.