It's silent.

Even the dense fog that was gradually dissipating froze in place.

The musicians breathed long breaths from the depths of the mist, and before the iron door, Jerome took the wrap from his back, unwrapped it layer by layer, melted the fire paint covering the royal seal and the state seal, and untied the shackles.

As a result, the rough black iron spear was revealed from behind the linen, and the iron spear with pig iron lines still had scarlet blood on it, which was shocking.

With the swing, it let out a dragon's roar, slicing through the fog and stinging the pupils of the human eye.

"- St. George's Gun?"

Charles gasped and felt more and more uncomfortable: "Isn't this thing lost a long time ago?"

As one of the few remaining artifacts in the world that is recognized as having the power of the 'Scepter', Anglo nominally possesses three, namely: the 'Sword in the Stone' that determines the lineage of the country and declares the king's power, the 'Spear of St. George', which completely destroys the dragon of the Scourge, and the 'Holy Grail of Destruction', which is known as the worst and most crazy deterrent and is activated and the whole country and the enemy are burned.

Of these three fatal things, the existence of the 'Holy Grail of Destruction' is still a question, and no one in the world knows about it except for the death of the emperors of Angru.

The Sword in the Stone disappeared after the fall of King Arthur, and is claimed to have been preserved by the royal family, but no one knows if it still exists. The Gun of St. George has appeared, but it is rumored that it was lost for some reason ten years ago......

As a result, it appeared so abruptly in front of Charles's eyes now, which suddenly made him feel that the three views were slightly shocked.

"This is a 'spare item' that was forged by the current Blue King just in case the loss of St. George's gun. Jerome used all his strength, clenched the weapon in his hand, and restrained the power that would explode at any moment.

"I didn't expect that one day I would actually use it. ”

Jerome's expression was resolute: "I'm afraid." This is the worst option. ”

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Charles's face changed drastically, and he jumped up and grabbed his trouser legs: "Big brother, what do you want to do, don't mess around, bother someone to tell me, what are we doing here......"

"Don't you understand, Charles. ”

Jerome looked back at him with a grim expression: "If necessary. We will isolate this area with a seal, and then use the power of St. George's spear to completely defeat the Shadow of Avalon and banish the palace to the deepest depths of the Aether Realm......"

"Where is the need for this?"

"If you really do this, you will definitely be stabbed by the royal family, right?

"Rest assured, I will surely be eternally banished along with the palace by then. ”

"But I'm still alive!"

Charles wanted to cry without tears, "I have an eighty-year-old teacher. If you have a minor junior sister to raise, can't you let me go, big brother? Why don't you think about others when you do things? You say that I even have a girlfriend, why am I unlucky to be like this!"

He was about to force out a little tear and cry twice, but his collar was suddenly lifted.

"Listen, Charles!"

Jerome looked at him, his eyes were cold and solemn, "Complaining won't solve anything." You still have your own responsibilities to complete!

Even if we sacrifice all of our lives today, we must not let those damned black musicians ...... Defile the remains of His Majesty Arthur!, understand?"

“......”

Charles was stunned: "...... Skeletons?"

"Hundreds of years ago. His Majesty's ascension to the gods failed, the 'Kingdom of Heaven Descended' fell into the shadows, and the far western defense of mankind was crumbling - since then, the royal family has used all means and sacrificed many people to maintain this fragile balance.

Until now. His Majesty's throne and body are already the core of the entire Anglo Line, and if it collapses, all the sacrifices of hundreds of years will be in vain. ”

Jerome's voice was like a piece of iron rubbing, with a resolute hoarse aftermath:

"-- Do everything we can. You must not let that group of guys ...... Your Majesty Transformed into a natural disaster!"

Rumble!

Day trembling.

The whole city trembled.

Above the dark sky, a burning light spread, illuminating Charles's pale face.

In the distance, the white tower, which led straight to the starry sky, trembled, crumbling, and was about to collapse. A dark vortex turned into the sun and slowly rose into the sky.

Heralding the coming of destruction.

The breath from the abyss fell from the sky like a tidal wave......

"It's a pity. ”

Jerome lowered his eyes: "It seems that we don't have time to hesitate. ”

In his hands, the pitch-black Divine Spear escaped to the ground, causing the earth to reverberate in a low voice. It was as if the sleeping dragon of the Nine Lands had awakened, roaring with rage.

Around the palace, above dozens of nodes, Mary's spears wedged into the earth roared, emitting a sharp resonance. Lightning burst out, and the blazing light connected to each other, turning into a huge alchemy matrix.

As Abraham said, Charles was a genius, and his talent for the way of musicians was unmatched. Intuition alone is enough to find all the best nodes.

Four hundred Mary's spears trembled, resonated, and burst into each other. At each node, the royal musicians dressed in black bowed their heads and chanted the eulogies of the movement in unison.

“...... It is I, and I shall repent, and be in hell with bound hands and feet. ”

They slit their wrists, blood flowed and fell into the dirt. The blood spread, flowing like a snake in the melody of the chanting, merging into the vast matrix.

Life is passing away, and it is passing away in the power that is growing rapidly. The death-minded musicians chanted hoarsely: "My soul deserves the whipping and shackles, as you have suffered......"

The Passion.

This is the chapter of martyrdom for the saints, who give their lives in exchange for a miraculous melody - and once activated, their lives will be buried forever in a dark world, whether successful or not.

A huge barrier sprouted from the node, and in an instant, it had enveloped the entire palace, isolating the inside and outside.

Just in front of the barrier, Jerome silently held the spear of St. George, and above the blade of the spear, a terrifying majesty appeared silently.

Charles was almost suffocated, he raised his hand and shouted hoarsely, "Hey, old man, don't be impulsive...... Wait!"

"Gavin has the resonance bell of the Royal Musicians' Order, which is enough to temporarily borrow the power of all the Royal Musicians except the Shadow of Avalon, including the four masters except me...... If he fails, then we have no choice. ”

Jerome lowered his head and looked at the slowly opening palace door in front of him, and behind the layers of shadows, the shadow above the burning throne: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty.

If I were a sinner in Anglo, let me sink with you to Hell forever. ”

He clenched his spear and raised it with all his strength.

And so, a magnificent movement burst out of thin air, and in the void, countless souls sang in unison, as if divine power descended from the sky, running in water, earth, fire, and wind, creating all things, and destroying them completely.

The core of Avalon's Shadow roared and trembled.

Outside the Land of Shadows, in the dark room, the masters of the Royal Orchestra closed their eyes and resonated with each other, pouring all their power on Jerome's body so that he would not be incinerated in an instant by the terrifying flames of light.

In the midst of that terrible power, Jerome's body was covered with terrible rifts, and blood flowed from them, and they were immediately evaporated.

Above his head, the ring of ether that resonated with the world silently appeared, shining brightly, and then trembling, frightened by the terrible power, and on the verge of collapse.

"To Anglo all glory, and to us to rest in all glory. ”

He roared, clenched his spear, and stabbed it down at his feet.

The sky is falling apart.

In the roar, the spear burst into flames. Distorted ripples appeared around the vast barrier that shrouded the palace.

The world in the shadow has been distorted and is about to be completely torn apart.

Mighty power surged from Jerome's body into the Holy Lance, and was about to push the palace into the deepest depths of the Aether, beyond this world forever.

Charr's body was lifted by the burst of force like a fallen leaf, flying in the air, and his body rolled involuntarily. He twisted his head hard and looked at Jerome's back.

Shrouded in a frenzied flame, he held the holy spear aloft. Before the Holy Lance, all the music theory in Shadow of Avalon was shattered and on the verge of crumbling.

But in that moment.

Everything was silent.

The flames froze in the air, the waves of air stagnated in place, the cracks stagnated and spread, and the roar came to an abrupt end. Everything came to an abrupt end in this sudden silence.

It's as if time has stopped.

But Charles stared at the rubble hovering in front of him, but could only feel a visceral fear - for a moment, everything came to a halt in the entire shadow of Avalon.

He was forcibly pinned to the spot and unable to move.

Even the mighty waters of the Aether are frozen and frozen under this terrible majesty—the ultimate way of change, far beyond all human imagination of terrifying power.

In the dark vortex above everyone's heads, at some point, a palm has slowly stretched out.

It fell into the void.

And so, it all came to an abrupt end.

"Extremely!"

"Extremely!"

"Extremely!"

The black musicians enthusiastically praised, cheered, and danced with their hands, offering blood and bones, water and earth, and souls and lives for its arrival.

After decades of careful planning, countless wealth and accumulation have been consumed, and Marpass's resolute sacrifice was exchanged for the advent of 'power'.

It is a terrible shadow cast from the ether, an embodiment from the 'abyss'.

The root of all evil, the Lord of Darkness, the Mother of Chaos, the Lord of Destruction and Killing...... The god who wears the source of all the darkness in this world - the Scourge of God!

The incarnation of God has come.

Thus, the heaven and earth in the shadow played a wild song of destruction. (To be continued.) )