At the top of Avalon, a majestic melody rises from beneath the earth.
It's Leviathan.
The undead buried deep under the earth and rocks woke up from their long sleep, and the passing natural disasters were singing. The hoarse and cold tune was based on the melody, like flesh and blood growing on the skeleton, gradually becoming fuller, and outlining the prototype of the disaster.
The alchemical matrix hidden deep under the entire country was awakened.
The road to ascending to the gods opens again.
Under the forcible control of the Sword in the Stone, the two roads to ascend to the gods that were split into two were forcibly attracted to each other, gradually closing, and about to return to their original posture.
The sky shook violently.
Countless stars dimmed and swayed, falling like flames of light, suspended between the sea and the sky, guarding the huge black sun.
The scorching sun exudes a terrifying glow, but at the edge of the dark outline, blood gathers, drips, and sprinkles towards the world, turning into red rain.
"Come back! Come back! Come back!"
Arthur laughed, ecstatically, and the dark dragon's power was like a tide, filling the entire palace and covering the entire sea area.
And in the Kingdom of Shadows, the kingdom of heaven on earth wails.
On the throne, Mary gritted her teeth, turned pale, and gasped weakly.
After gathering the power of the entire Avalon and the entire Leviathan, the road to becoming a god came together. The power that was originally divided into two is now converging towards the same place again.
Just like the two ends of a lever, if the balance cannot be maintained, then one party will inevitably sink into darkness, serving as a stepping stone and becoming the basis for the winner.
Now, Mary has been integrated with the remaining alchemical matrix of the past through the dragon's power. Once the power of heaven on earth is drained, she herself will no longer exist.
As the golden dragon's power ruptured, the restored buildings in the heaven on earth gradually cracked and cracked, and their glory was no longer there.
If it weren't for Genesis as the core of the scepter field, which forcibly suppressed those forces that were ready to move, Mary would have been completely drained by Arthur.
It was like the pain that was tearing the whole person apart was spreading from the inside out.
In the blazing light, Mary gritted her teeth and let out a hoarse whine in her throat.
Countless flickering music theories emerged, and a vague outline appeared, which looked like a hound or a vague figure. The figure reached out and gently stroked Mary's long hair.
As if whispering comfort.
Don't be afraid, I'm still here.
Mary smiled reluctantly, spoke, and responded in a low voice. The vague figure seemed to sigh, raised its head, and looked at the top of Avalon.
The starting point and focus of the journey to God.
How much price do we have to pay for the sins of the past to end
…
"who?"
At the core of Avalon, in the palace that was swallowed up by the power of the dark dragon.
In the throne room, Arthur, who was immersed in the journey to becoming a god, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had noticed something. His dark eyes looked coldly at the bottom of the steps, where cold light burst out.
Under the steps, on the floor that was cracked in the struggle, a faint light lit up in the marble lines, as if water flowed along the river bed. In the end, the dim light converged on the stairs of the audience.
It was an alchemical matrix built into the stone based on its natural texture. If an alchemist saw it, he would be shocked by this ingenious idea.
Relying on the original appearance of matter and embellishing it, the buried alchemical matrix is almost naturally formed and has unparalleled concealment capabilities. If it is not activated in a special way, no one will be able to discover it.
And precisely because of its concealment, the matrix that can be set up is relatively simple. At best, all it can do... is just projection.
That is the light and shadow left here in the past.
In the flickering light, a familiar young man walked out of it. He was half-kneeling on the steps, as if he were meeting a king. Following Arthur's cold gaze, he raised his feminine face and revealed his signature mysterious smile.
On the back of his right hand, the emblem of two snakes slowly emerged.
—Hermes.
Without the king's permission, he stood up without permission and looked in the direction above the throne, almost offensively, but the focus of his eyes was slightly off, as if he was not looking at Arthur, but in the air** **The place.
"I see."
He held his chin and nodded slowly: "The situation has become so serious. I have to say that this is one of the most troublesome situations expected... And, long time no see, Your Majesty."
"Merlin?"
Arthur frowned: "It's you?"
"Ah, it's me."
Hermes nodded lightly, and his smile became more annoying: "But as you can see, at this moment, I am just pre-set a fixed response, and select the corresponding fragments according to the situation to display the projection. When you see this By the time of this scene, I might no longer be in Avalon, right? No, I shouldn't be incompetent enough to make the situation so serious, so I should be dead, right? Aha, will I die too? So Although it is really ridiculous to say it, Your Majesty, I am afraid that by the time you see this projection, I will be dead."
Arthur frowned, and the gloomy coldness spread, but it could only make the projection blurred, and could not make the slightest change in Hermes' expression.
"Dead?" he asked.
"right."
Hermes nodded and said matter-of-factly: "Although it will be disappointing, it is true - natural disasters can also kill people. Human beings who occupy the majority of this world are more terrifying than natural disasters. One day, we can develop a method to kill natural disasters." The technology is not surprising either.”
He paused and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm sorry to tell you that in the years since you were sealed, the world has become worse, and you may be... a little behind the times."
collapse!
The dragon's power was furious, and the stairs of the audience were torn apart, turning into dust from the inside out, and the figure of Hermes disappeared. But soon, a similar projection came down from the sky again, and Hermes sighed helplessly:
"We haven't seen you for so many years, but your temper is still as bad as ever, Your Majesty."
This bastard probably already knew how Arthur would react, and had even prepared countermeasures, which made Arthur look increasingly impatient.
He didn't want to waste any more time with this troublesome guy, so he asked in a cold voice:
"Whether you're dead or alive, what do you want to do by going to such trouble to leave these things behind?"
Then Hermes smiled.
"If I'm not wrong, you must have lost your patience and asked me what the hell I am planning, right? It's so sad to say this. Your Majesty, I'm dead, what impact will it have on your hegemony?"
The projection spread his hands helplessly, "If my imagination is not wrong, the only thing I can do at this moment is to use my jester nature and come here to give advice, right?"
Arthur's face became even more ugly, and he stared at the void projection with his cold eyes. After a long time, he asked in a cold voice: "Merlin... do you know what you are talking about?"
"That's right, Your Majesty."
Hermes sighed, "Although I was not wrong in providing you with the art of ascending to the gods, I was also the one who made the overall plan. In order to satisfy my curiosity and research desire, I created such a huge monster. This is My mistake... To be honest, this is one of the few things I regret in my life. But now, it is irreversible."
He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the throne, showing an expression of sincerity that he had never seen before. He put down his usual arrogant attitude and bowed down respectfully to plead:
"Just think that I have lost my mind. For the sake of this world and you, please give up the art of ascending to the gods. How about that?"
Dead silence.
Arthur said nothing.
Just looking at Hermes.
It's like looking at a fool...
Hermes maintained the posture of bending down and pleading for a long time. In the end, the image was trembling, and he lowered his head helplessly and sighed: "Of course, I know that you will not agree to this kind of thing without thinking about it. So, I will simply There is no option for you to give up. Please forget the request just now. This is one of the few embarrassing moments in my life. It is probably unique that I can be so embarrassed after death. As for you... "
He shrugged helplessly, "Let it be what you love."
In the dead silence, the dark dragon's power froze under the terrible chill.
On the throne, Arthur silently looked down at the void projection below, tapping his fingers lightly on his deputy, his fingerprints etched into the iron, "Merlin, I once gave you trust - trust that no one has ever had before!"
"Isn't the art of ascending to the gods a reward for this trust?"
Hermes asked indifferently: "With all due respect, this trust should not have been there from the beginning. Your Majesty, both you and I have been affected by this and have no peace. Your descendant, Her Majesty Elizabeth once said to me - perhaps from the beginning I shouldn't have interfered with anything in the first place. No matter what I did, it would only make things worse. Give up, Your Majesty. This is the only advice I, the jester, can give you."
Arthur sneered angrily, "What if I say no?"
"you will die."
Hermes looked at him and said word by word: "Same as me."
Arthur sneered, as if he saw a boring clown: "Hermes, now you have been reduced to acting like a beggar, acting as a wizard, going crazy in front of clay dolls and paper figures, and saying some sensational words to deceive people's attention. Is it done?"
Hermes shook his head, his eyes... turned to pity.
"Let me guess what you are like now."
He clapped his fingers to himself: "Controlled the blood of Leviathan, controlled Avalon, restarted the road to becoming a god, and even the final result is already in sight. Even if it's just you now, with the power of dragon and yourself The power is enough to surpass ordinary saints, and even comparable to some small natural disasters... If you succeed, you will be able to surpass the three sages and the three sages in the material world once you succeed and gather the power of the entire Angel and natural disasters. Above the four living creatures, even the three pillar gods far away in the etheric realm can sit on equal footing. At that time, the entire material realm will become your territory, gain power from the nations, gain faith from the holy city, and turn this world into In your eternal kingdom of God, you are the only supreme master... I have to say that the abacus was good. If it had been done a few hundred years earlier, I am afraid it would have been possible."
Hermes paused and sighed regretfully: "But now, this scheme no longer works, Your Majesty. For the sake of our long acquaintance, how about letting me tell you some bad news?"
As he spoke, the projection lowered his head, stretched out his hand, pulled out a well-sealed copper tube from his arms, unscrewed it, pulled out the tobacco sealed in it, sniffed it, ignited it painstakingly, and puffed out the smoke.
It seemed like he was putting on an act, but in the past he was always in high spirits when doing this, but now he looked a little frustrated, dull, and unhappy.
After a long time, he finally made a hoarse voice:
"—The old gods are dying."