"As we all know, in natural disasters, the highest beings flow out from the great source and have their own special characteristics, such as the three pillar gods, the three sages and the four living creatures..."
Hermes said calmly: "Among them, the three sages are natural disasters that inherit the element of 'human' and are born from the great source. It can be said that they are projections from the great source due to the emergence of humans. Therefore, we use human beings Walking in this world with posture or human will. Although from the perspective of humans, we are sages who have mastered the mystery of the Great Source, from the perspective of the Great Source, we are also the end of a branch born because of humans, and we are also Part of the Great Source. To a certain extent, whether we like it or not, we represent some kind of interference of the Great Source in the world."
As he spoke, he pointed to his head: "That's why we can sense something... some scenes about the future, the changes brewing from the deepest part of the Great Source."
Therefore, when he looked at Arthur through the swirling smoke, his eyes became so compassionate:
"The golden age is over, and a new era is coming. Your Majesty, the 'old gods will die' because the meaning of everything will be re-evaluated, including you. Perhaps this is the moment when your value will be re-evaluated. But nothing Doubt, your own value is insignificant compared to the power that is about to leverage the Great Source—"
boom!
On the throne, the livid-faced Arthur raised his palm. The alchemical matrix hidden in the stone continued to fall apart and turned into ashes under the king's wrath.
But there was no way to vent this anger.
This is perhaps the happiest place for Hermes.
He is already dead, how can you take revenge on him
The remaining phantom of the deceased flickered, but did not dissipate. He just smoked a cigarette. After a long time, he put out the little firelight and raised his eyes.
Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps on the stone steps outside the throne room.
The heavy spear tip dragged on the ground and made a crisp sound when it rubbed against the iron and stone, shooting out hot sparks in the rain of blood.
Someone is coming from afar, upwards.
It seemed as if we were approaching the dark sky with the scorching sun hanging high step by step.
"It seems that the long-lost reunion is coming to an end... Although it was not my intention to break up on such an unhappy note."
Hermes showed a mysterious smile, raised his body, conjured a hat from nowhere, performed an exaggerated hat-off ceremony, and chanted as if on the stage:
"Then, please allow me to present you with the final absurd play - "Le Morte d'Arthur"!"
collapse!
Amidst the sound of the gun hitting the ground, the phantom dissipated, revealing the figure slowly walking into the hall behind him. In the dim light, her long white hair flew like burning silver.
He did not kneel down or bow his head.
He raised his head, stared at the emperor on the throne nonchalantly, and showed a strange smile:
"The Bishop of the Holy City, the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, and the Marquis of Dragon Vein, Ye Qingxuan, are here to see you."
In the silence that is like death, the dark dragon's power is revealed.
On the throne, Arthur looked down at Ye Qingxuan, the sword in the stone in front of his knees trembled, and he screamed.
"After all these years, the world has not changed."
His fingers flicked the blade of the Sword in the Stone, and his voice was cold and stern: "Those who get in the way are always like flies, countless and annoying... You hold the dragon-slaying spear, so Lancelot is already dead?"
"right."
Ye Qingxuan nodded: "It took more effort and thought than expected. To be honest, I am quite grateful to His Majesty for giving me this opportunity. So, since Your Majesty is so generous, can you give me more before you decide to kill me? A chance for me to reminisce?"
As he spoke, he rubbed his hands and showed an earnest and flattering smile. With a full sense of disobedience, he raised his index finger and thumb to mark a small distance:
"Really, it only takes a moment."
The boiling black dragon's power suddenly stopped. On the throne, Arthur was stunned for a moment, looked down at the dim sword in the stone in front of his knees, and then laughed:
"Maxwell, do you have to rely on a guy like this to save everything you hope for? It's really... absolutely ridiculous. I've met enough old friends today, and now it's your turn, Maxwell. Seize the last moment and come out and say goodbye. If so."
In the control of that palm, the Sword in the Stone screamed sadly.
A hoarse sigh sounded.
In the reflection of the sword blade, the old soul opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qingxuan under the steps, with a vague expression full of complexity: "Why come again?"
"Of course to save you."
Ye Qingxuan looked very serious: "Although old people who like to play tricks are annoying, I don't hate you. You are old, Maxwell, and the life-and-death work is no longer suitable for you. Wait for this time After this is over, I will send you to retire. The house on the seaside in Asgard is nice, and the nursery is empty, so you can grow flowers."
Maxwell was silent.
After a long while, he laughed softly.
"Then I'll trouble you."
"Well, wait a moment."
Ye Qingxuan raised the dragon-slaying spear and pointed it at Arthur on the throne.
He imitated Lancelot's posture and assumed an impact posture. It looked lame and funny, but he did not feel embarrassed and spoke in a serious tone:
"I'll go rescue you right away."
In the silent darkness, the situation should have been tense, but Arthur on the throne couldn't help laughing wildly, slapping his knees, laughing so hard that tears flowed down his face.
"Pfft, hahahahahaha..."
He looked at Ye Qingxuan and was overjoyed: "Which circus did you learn this trick from? What a great talent, far better than those castrators and clowns! Young man, if you kowtow now, I will consider it There will be a place for you in the kingdom to come.”
"Feel sorry."
Ye Qingxuan grinned: "I'm not in the habit of being loyal to idiots."
From hundreds of years ago to now.
No one had ever dared to use this word to describe Arthur.
there has never been…
At that moment, as the cold light burst out in Arthur's eyes, the smile on Ye Qingxuan's face also dissipated.
The glow of molten gold burst out from the ancient gun blade, and the sleeping fallen iron was awakened. The hundredfold heat brought severe pain. It seemed as if what was in the hand was no longer ice iron, but red-hot copper juice. For the destruction of a bunch.
The glow is blazing and the steel roars.
The Chapter of Fate suddenly unfolded and exploded. Under this terrifying attraction, the nine-layer ether sea collapsed in Ye Qingxuan's hands, and the ether turned into a torrent and poured into the spear.
The artifact that should have had a musician to unleash its power is now in the hands of the musician.
In just an instant, Ye Qingxuan almost completely exhausted the reserves in Xiaoyuan, and what he got in exchange was a terrifying glow like a star bursting.
It was a weapon built for killing. No matter whose hands it is, it doesn't matter who the enemy is.
Even Arthur is the same.
Thunder and lightning roared.
The frenzied electric light rose from the gun blade, and the entire spear seemed to have lost its material form, transforming into something more violent and closer to the essence of destruction.
In the jump of the electric light, the skin of Ye Qingxuan's hands peeled off, revealing the painful twitching muscles, blood flowed out, and was evaporated by the electric light in an instant.
The murderous intent is bone-piercing.
Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and stabbed towards the throne!
Even though it was so fast for ordinary people, in Arthur's eyes, it was as slow as a turtle crawling. The half-assed posture and half-empty stabbing posture were even more unsightly.
Even so, the gun blade exuded a chill that even Arthur was afraid of.
In the hall, the dragon's power was like a sea, sweeping across like a boil.
But with the thrust of the spear blade, even Longwei was torn apart, and the dark ocean was split in half by the golden light, revealing a straight passage.
The power derived from the dragon's blood has not yet completed the ascension ceremony, and cannot be compared with Leviathan's true posture. But this level of dragon power is nothing more than breathing to Arthur.
And as the pair of empty dark eyes raised, a real loud noise burst out from the throne.
On the road to ascending to the gods, the hoarse singing suddenly turned into a scream, and the originally terrifying ether fluctuations once again surged a thousand times, just like a dying sea monster wreaking havoc in the ocean, setting off a huge ocean tide.
The ethereal fluctuations turned into a frenzy, crushing everything in the material world and causing everything to scream of collapse.
But above the throne, in the strange silence in the Eye of the Storm, Arthur slowly raised the sword in the stone. The blade whined and trembled, but could not resist Arthur's will and aimed at Ye Qingxuan.
cut!
At that moment, a violent light burst out, engulfing everything.
Just the hurricane that hit the face dimmed the light of the Dragon Slaying Spear, making it difficult to move forward. The Chapter of Fate shook violently, and the structure of the Trinity shook and almost fell apart.
This is the essential difference.
The huge gap between dragons and ants.
Compared with mortals, Leviathan's power is like the seven oceans and a sampan. It doesn't even need the thunder and wrath. With just a slight swing, it can set off a huge tide, submerge all countries, and bury everything in the deep sea.
Just waving his hand and slashing with his sword in the air, Ye Qingxuan was overwhelmed by the terrifying aura and his movements stopped abruptly.
In a daze, it was even difficult to maintain his will. What emerged in his mind was the pain of being evaporated into dust, and the despair of being crushed into ashes.
Even though the ascension ceremony has not yet been completed, after mastering the Sword in the Stone, Arthur still possesses a power that is not inferior to any natural disaster.
Acts of God are acts of God.
They are not some cats or dogs that can be killed casually with a sacred weapon.
It is definitely not an existence that a master can deal with, even the most powerful master.
"Pity… "
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan whispered softly and sighed softly.
He closed his eyes.
The next moment, a bright light that was thousands of times stronger than before burst out.
Arthur was stunned.
In his hand, the dragon-slaying spear burst into countless tiny cracks, and what emerged from the cracks was a terrifying image of the collapse of music theory and the conflict between gods and humans.
The music theory representing divinity and humanity collides in the same place, using the foundation of the classical school to perform the final tragic song of destruction.
This is the final rendition of the theme - Ragnarok.
It's like the destruction of a world and the end of a world. At the cost of destroying the dragon-slaying spear, what was gained was the terrifying power of God's wrath.
Let the catastrophe come, let the sea water submerge everything, make all the gods fall, burn the old world on the trees, reset the four elements in the ashes, and create a new era.
collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse!
In the violent roar, a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times the fierce light burst out from Ye Qingxuan's hand.
Arthur's strength was torn apart, and the dragon-slaying spear moved forward with overwhelming force. The final huge force penetrated the layers of obstacles, as if the glow of the burning world hit the blade of the Sword in the Stone.
Arthur was furious, the blade of the Sword in the Stone roared, and the Golden Chapter of Victory was awakened from it, evolving the influence of various phantom beasts, and finally turned into a real dragon, devouring and biting Ye Qingxuan's place.
But the giant dragon was also penetrated.
The momentum is overwhelming.
Ye Qingxuan roared, and the full power turned into fierce light, spurting out from his eyes.
He was almost incinerated by the frenzied power. In his hands, a power that was a thousand times beyond his control, even close proximity became a torture like purgatory.
There were continuous roars every moment.
That was the collision between the Dragon Slaying Spear and the Sword in the Stone.
Every impact brought a roar that shook the heaven and earth, and the terrifying aftermath could be observed even as far away as the Holy City.
Holding that blazing light, almost extravagantly consuming the self-destructive power of the dragon-slaying spear, Ye Qingxuan stepped forward, crossed the steps of the audience, and went up, breaking through one obstacle after another.
Until the end, we were very close to Arthur.
For such a long time, from the day he arrived in Avalon, he had been covered in Arthur's shadow, but it was not until today that he saw Arthur's appearance clearly for the first time.
Arthur's face looked ugly.
Very ugly.
Under the human face, there was the outline of a beast, ferocious and ugly, staring at Ye Qingxuan, filled with furious fire.
Ye Qingxuan roared and used his last strength to push the round of light towards Arthur.
Arthur roared, the sword in the stone roared, and his power surged again. The power from the natural disaster finally exploded with full force, and the terrifying power that surpassed all mortals collided with the dragon-slaying spear.
The throne room collapsed.
"wishful thinking!"
Arthur smiled ferociously, and the gravitational force of the music theory on the blade was violent, pressing down the dragon-slaying gun inch by inch, and actually forcibly suppressed this terrible music theory that was like the destruction of the world.
But at that moment, through the fanatical glow, he saw the grin on Ye Qingxuan's lips, so happy.
Then, the smiling young man released his palm.
Let the dragon-slaying spear fall from his hand.
give up? !
Immediately afterwards, the palm with interlaced scars was raised. In Arthur's stunned eyes, the five fingers spread out, the arms were rounded, and with all his strength, he smashed it towards Arthur's face!
Snapped!
A slap in the face.
The roar couldn't cover up the crisp sound.
On Arthur's face, a handsome face with dark majesty and evil charm, clear palm prints appeared.
His eyes were still dull.
With a hint of confusion and confusion.
The attack was so sudden, so offensive, and so... heartbreaking!
It's a nice expression.
Ye Qingxuan nodded happily.
Feeling contented, every cell in my body seemed to be dancing a brisk and joyful dance.
—It’s so cool!