Right in front of Ye Qingxuan, Lancelot's armor had been burned red, exuding heat like a furnace, and he was as ferocious as a demon. But the demon was trapped in a huge snare.
Countless dim and slender thought threads wrapped around his body, like spider threads, entwined together and shrouding him. Every thread of thought was so fragile that it could collapse at the touch of a finger, but now, thousands of threads of moonlight extended from all directions and wrapped around Lancelot's armor.
Every joint, every inch of armor, every place...
Even if the dragon-slaying spear can cut through the music theory, facing such a huge number, it will be difficult to break free for a while.
At some point, Lancelot was trapped in the mud.
Those threads of thought that were so thin and dim that they were almost non-existent extended from every corner of the battlefield, and their source was exactly those moonlight swords that were defeated by the dragon-slaying spear.
The fragments destroyed by the dragon-slaying gun have not dissipated. They are disconnected from each other. With Ye Qingxuan's overloaded attack, Lancelot has been entangled in them.
The thought thread transformed from "Bolero" itself has excellent ductility. When stretched to the limit, it is not even one percent of a spider's silk.
Due to its excessive slenderness, it also brings excessive fragility. It can break with just a slight movement without even any effort.
Even if thousands of thought threads are gathered in one place at the same time, it is just a bundle less than the thickness of a little finger, which cannot be compared with the toughness of a rope.
And now, it is this thread of thought that is so weak that it is not worth mentioning at all, which binds Lancelot in the net.
When Ye Qingxuan awakens the nature interference exerted on it, its own stickiness and toughness will skyrocket. Although it is still not worth mentioning compared to Lancelot's strength, it only takes an instant to break.
But when faced with armor that is accelerated ten thousand times, these thoughts will have a terrifying effect.
At a relative speed, even friction with air will produce a high temperature like a furnace.
Even if it encounters gravel, it will bring an impact that is not inferior to the collision of a hammer.
Lancelot's own speed is so terrifying that he doesn't even have time to tear them apart. In the brief moment before they break, the terrifying speed of the armor will be wiped out by the force of the thought thread itself.
Until finally, the terrifying speed that was enough to chase the light came to an abrupt end.
The horrific consequences of the second stage of acceleration erupted from the armor.
In the purgatory-like high fever, a crushing pain was felt in the internal organs. Two consecutive extreme accelerations almost caused the body to fall apart.
If it weren't for Long Wei's protection, Lancelot would have been burned to ashes at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, Lancelot heard Ye Qingxuan's hoarse voice.
"Now, it's my turn..."
Under the moonlight, the white-haired young man was continuously weaving a large number of thoughts with one hand, while the other hand was slowly raised.
A pure white moon rose from behind him, and as the moon rotated, the sharp sound of steel friction erupted from it. That was the "sword throwing" that overlapped dozens of times in the blink of an eye!
Countless sword blades that had been transformed into gold and iron arced from the moonlight and whizzed towards them.
Without enough time to breathe, the dragon-slaying spear was raised again.
After being blocked by the mind line at a terrifying speed, in such a terrifying high temperature, Lancelot still had the power to fight back. All the blockades and parries were perfect, and there was no slowdown or deformation at all due to physical exhaustion.
Even if the armor at this moment no longer brings assistance, it is instead a blazing cage.
I have never seen this kind of terrifying will that is above steel... It's like even if you can only lift one finger, you will completely defeat the enemy.
But this time, under the constant impact of the sword of qualitative change, his movements became slower and slower.
Working tirelessly to repair the defense line, it would be difficult to counterattack. Ye Qingxuan didn't even need to transform the sword blade into light. Just the transformation of gold and iron made his parry more difficult.
collapse!
A heavy hammer smashed through the defense of the Dragon-Slaying Spear and landed on his shoulder, denting the melted shoulder armor. Immediately afterwards, another long sword slashed, cutting a tragic gap in the breastplate.
Fissures intertwined with old wounds, almost splitting open his chest.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of low voices sounded.
That was the sound of the body being torn apart.
Swords clanged, spears, axes and long swords penetrated his limbs and chest, nailing him to the ground.
The outcome is decided.
The scorching mask slowly fell down.
In the silence, a wild beast roared.
The shrill sound echoed throughout the battlefield.
The black dragon power burst out from the broken body.
In severe pain, he broke away from the underworld and returned to the battlefield that belonged to him.
There was a loud sound of steel rubbing against each other.
Clenching the weapon in his hand, Lancelot stepped forward and allowed countless swords to slash at his body, slashing the armor beyond recognition.
From beginning to end, those indifferent eyes were looking at Ye Qingxuan.
He is still alive.
There seemed to be no pain, still intact as before.
Even if it has been ignited...
The armor whined and fell apart.
The burning Lancelot walked out of it, like dust and iron put together after the flames burned out. His face still vaguely retained the same appearance as before, but it was replaced by something even more ferocious.
At this moment, he no longer looked like a knight, but some kind of furious demon, wielding the dragon-slaying spear and tearing all the swords of metamorphosis into pieces.
"How terrible, Lancelot."
Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and sighed regretfully.
boom!
In the moonlight, a heavy spear suddenly appeared, bursting with iron light, and slashed towards Lancelot.
collapse!
The slashing spear hit the dragon-slaying spear with a loud noise. Lancelot paused, and the slashing spear shattered. He stepped forward again, only to hear countless swords clanking, and the low roar of slashing vertically and horizontally.
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and sixteen spears and heavy swords emerged from the moon. There was no hesitation because of their relationship, nor was there any mercy because of the other's injuries.
Aiming at the vital points of the body, the sixteen swords of qualitative transformation were slashed out!
The sound of broken steel continued to sound.
The burning knight advanced, the dragon-slaying spear roared, shattering the weapons that came from the attack, or letting them pierce into the burning body, the wounds tore open, but it could not slow down his steps.
The inhuman and terrifying will has surpassed the pain and torture. Even though it is so tragic, it is chilling to have an inch of iron in your hand.
It seems that nothing in this world can kill him. If he does not die, he will move forward and win...
That ferocious posture makes people want to run away just by looking at it.
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand again, the sound of friction of steel burst out from the moon, and the cold murderous intention locked on Lancelot.
This time, I will completely chop him into pieces!
"Don't even think about it!"
In the distance, surrounded by the Witch's Hammer, the head of the Royal Orchestra suddenly raised his hand. In the cold melody, the music theory was woven, opening a gap leading to the etheric world. A huge shadow swept in, blocking the way. The armored knight was crushed into pieces and rushed towards Ye Qingxuan's location.
The countless changing shadows were like a quagmire, opening their foul-smelling mouth and swallowing Ye Qingxuan's lock.
"Get away!"
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand impatiently.
At that moment, the moon rose again.
Hanging high.
The Chapter of Fate is operating at full strength, and the solemn melody resounds throughout the world.
The sound of the trumpet announcing the coming of dawn burst out and roared from it.
This time, what emerged from the moonlight was no longer a sword, but a huge and ferocious silhouette, which was the torture rack that emerged from the moonlight.
Using the moon wheel as the furnace and the ether as the firewood, the Chapter of Fate promotes alchemy and creates a complex alchemical matrix, which is attached to the illusory outline of the torture rack, and the interference of properties gives it the weight and texture of iron.
Immediately afterwards, the torture rack fell from the sky!
Howls erupted.
Waves of air swept across, and wild flames soared into the sky.
— "Night on Barren Mountain"!
The rack wedged itself deeply into the earth, crucifying the wriggling shadow. The flames from Purgatory turned into torrential rain and fell from the sky with a fury that burned everything.
The flames turned into a torrent, covering the shadows, flowing backwards, and even poured into the crack, causing a scream of pain to come from the crack.
The shadow broke and disappeared without a trace.
Immediately afterwards, countless swords roared towards him, and the faceless leader staggered back. In the distant sky, the main cannon of Nomadic Mountain lit up with blazing flames, locking on the resurrected royal musicians, and punished them from the sky!
"Deus vult!!!"
The knights of Witch Hammer roared, the earth shook, and in the roar, the steel torrent of armored knights swept forward again.
With just a moment of distraction, the suppressed Lancelot had already entered ten steps away from Ye Qingxuan. He raised the dragon-slaying spear again. Even though he was severely injured, the hands holding the weapon were still as stable as iron.
In the blink of an eye, a howling sound started.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his left hand and grabbed the molten golden glow. He let the blade of the gun tear his palm apart, causing severe pain, and he held on to the barrel of the gun tightly.
Let it tremble with anger, causing cracks and scars on the palms, and the color of the bones emerges. The countless music theories of the Chapter of Fate forcibly penetrated, blocked, and suppressed it, shackling it in their hands.
Even if the tip of the gun is only an inch away from his heart.
Then, Ye Qingxuan raised his right hand with endless fingers.
Toward the face so close...
Punch!
Bang!
A dull echo sounded like it was hit on iron.
Lancelot's eyes were still cold and hard, without wavering at all. From the nearly shattered body, violent power burst out again, and the dragon-slaying spear shook again, almost breaking free from Ye Qingxuan's hand.
"Say something, Lancelot!"
Ye Qingxuan raised his fist, smashed it towards his face again:
"Don't you have a lot to tell me?"
Bang!
A broken sound sounded, and it was unclear whether it came from Ye Qingxuan's finger bones or Lancelot's face. His eyes were still indifferent, without any change.
Even if it's close at hand.
"If you don't say anything, just let me do it."
Ye Qingxuan looked at his face and suddenly laughed, his voice hoarse: "It just so happens that over the years, I have many questions that I haven't had time to ask you..."
"Do you still remember your sister?"
He looked into Lancelot's eyes: "Have you ever thought about what happened to her after leaving Avalon?"
He saw it.
Something flashed in his indifferent and empty eyes.
But Ye Qingxuan's smile changed and became so ferocious, as if rage was carved into his bones. He raised his hand, mustered up all his strength, and punched that noble and solemn face in the past!
Bang!
Lancelot's head was shaken violently, and his steel face was shattered, falling apart under his fist. A hoarse voice sounded from his ears, carrying the pain and despair of the past.
"She was insulted!"
Ye Qingxuan reached out, pulled out the long sword from the moon wheel, pointed it at Lancelot, and slashed it down!
The sword blade tore through the body, and dark red blood spurted out.
"She was belittled!"
The dagger turned upside down and penetrated Lancelot's heart to the end.
The huge force pushed Lancelot back, pushing him against the broken wall.
"—They called him a bitch!"
The heavy ax struck down, the bones broke, and the dragon-slaying spear fell out of hand, rolling to the ground like a cry.
"She was kicked out of the shelter by someone else!"
Ye Qingxuan stepped on his face, smashed the hammer in his hand with all his strength, and roared: "She knelt on the ground and begged for the last deserved dinner... for me!"
Bang!
Lancelot's chest collapsed, and his broken internal organs flowed out of his mouth along with congestion. There was a vague sound in his throat, and he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
Only the sound of broken bones was heard.
Until finally, he was roughly lifted from the ground by one hand.
"You still have the nerve to say: You have a lot to tell me?"
Ye Qingxuan looked down at him and asked coldly: "Lancelot, how do you repay her? Just talk!"
For a long time, Lancelot raised his face with difficulty, opened and closed his dry lips, and breathed painfully.
"Kristen, that child... is innocent, she knows nothing." His voice was hoarse and weak, as if he was angry: "The Knights of the Round Table... were used by me... I die, go find Tristan... him I will be loyal to you... These things should be yours, take them."
"What is this?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed angrily: "A ransom for buying your life? Or a belated confession?"
In Ye Qingxuan's hands, Lancelot choked violently, coughing up dark red blood and fragments of internal organs. He held Ye Qingxuan's hand tightly and used all his strength:
"For so many years... I have always... wanted to take her home... I really want to, little Ye Zi, I really want to..."
Ye Qingxuan looked at him silently, let go of his hand, and watched coldly as he knelt on the ground, panting in pain, and he was already dead.
Finally, he heard Ye Qingxuan's indifferent voice.
"For all these years, she has been waiting for someone to take her home... Unfortunately, the person she is waiting for is not you."
Lancelot was stunned.
"That's it..."
He dropped his head, shoulders shaking.
The sound from the broken lungs was like a choked sound, and like a tearing laughter. The laughter was empty and full of bitterness and self-mockery.
After a long time, the laughter disappeared along with the breath.
Lancelot raised his broken arm and carefully wiped the sticky blood from the corner of his mouth: "What are you waiting for, Ye Qingxuan... do what you should do and give me a ride."
He looked at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were full of tranquility, without fear or weakness, just quietly waiting for his end.
Desire for relief.
In the silence, Ye Qingxuan silently pulled out the dragon-slaying spear on the ground, raised the tip of the spear and aimed it at his heart.
"Farewell, Lancelot."
"Um."
Lancelot closed his eyes.
The glow disappeared in a flash.
The blood rain fell from the sky again, and the gray-white dust on the gun blade flew into the distance in the rain.
Disappeared without a trace.
…
On the chaotic battlefield, Ye Qingxuan held the dragon-slaying spear in his hand, raised his head, and looked up at the mighty dragons fighting in the sky.
The dark dragon power turned into a scorching sun, strangled together with the golden ocean.
It was like a desperate fight between a black dragon and a golden dragon. They used teeth, wings and bones as weapons to tear apart the opponent's body. Blood spurted out from it and turned into a heavy rain when it fell on the ground.
When the war on earth finally comes to an end and the last royal musicians turn to ashes in the purifying light, the battle in heaven is finally about to be decided.
The light was torn to pieces.
The dark and scorching sun swallowed up the faint shadow in the light, swallowing it into its belly bit by bit. And as Arthur laughed ecstatically, the terrifying ether fluctuations burst out again from the highest point of Avalon.
The road to ascending to the gods is about to begin again...
Behind Ye Qingxuan, the herald, whose body was covered in blood, was half kneeling on the ground.
"Your command, Your Excellency."
"Take care of the wounded and go back first. Your Majesty always needs someone to protect you." Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "The battle you should fight is over for now. Just leave the rest to me."
The herald was stunned for a moment, not daring to disobey the order, and nodded: "Yes."
"Also, if Your Majesty asks me where I have been, just tell her..."
Ye Qingxuan picked up the dragon-slaying spear and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the darkness in his pupils was bottomless: "After all, after so many years of deep hatred, let me go and talk to that outdated emperor first... Okay. 'Let's talk'."