Beneath the pitch-black clouds, a crimson fire burned.

Between the black clouds, thunder and lightning danced wildly.

The endless ocean set off a frenzied tide, and the chaotic whirlpools were born one after another, and then collided and disappeared in the next moment.

The roar of the heavens and the earth cracking.

“......”

A magnificent voice rang out, making the world tremble, but it was indistinct.

On the silver-white throne, the shadow burned like a flame, and the figure sitting on the throne lowered its head and looked down at the pure white city beneath his feet, and the spreading shadow fire infected the pure white city.

The city was falling apart, and the flames pulled the wreckage out of the material realm with them, into the deepest depths of the Aether Sea.

The Shadow of the Giant rose from his throne and drew his sword from its sheath, which shone like a scorching sun.

The long sword pointed to the sky, but the light on the blade was extinguished in an instant. The blade fell apart and flew in all directions......

In the darkness, he roared and fell into the shadows.

Fall into eternal darkness.

Eternal isolation.

"What a lonely ending. ”

The shaman opened his eyes and whispered.

In the silent dark room, there was only the soft sound of the alchemical instruments that kept him alive. The ghost hand that was dozing in the corner opened his eyes and looked at him:

"What's wrong?"

"I had a dream and the signs were not very good. The shaman stretched out his hand and motioned for the ghost hand to lift him up.

The candlelight pierced through the large hole in his chest and landed on the wall behind him, casting hideous spots of light. The shadow of a broken heart beat can be faintly seen.

As he got up, snot flowed out, and he looked depressed and miserable.

Ghost Hand sighed and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe it off for him.

"What time is it?" asked the shaman.

"XVI. ”

"Oh. ”

The shaman nodded, "That's today, right?" On this day, the blue moon awakens from the solstice moon, and the stars cease to function.

When the power of the Shadow of Avalon reaches a low ebb, the power in the Elizabeth Tower will also be weakened to the limit.

If the House guys were going to make a move, they'd be going to do it today. ”

Ghost Hand nodded, "Mr. Holmes has taken what you have prepared for him and is already on his way." He came to see you before he left. You were sleeping, and he didn't wake you up. ”

"Did he say anything?"

"Nothing, just let me remind you, keep the promise. ”

“......”

A look of guilt flashed in the shaman's eyes, and he closed his pupils, and after a long time, he slowly opened them, and the twilight light had dissipated without a trace.

His gaze regained firmness, like a blade sharpened from rust. There is a faint glimmer of brilliant brilliance.

"Stay outside the door. ”

"Don't let anyone in," he said. ”

Ghost Hand nodded, and turned to leave.

The silence of the dark room returned, and the remnant candle finally went out with a jump, and in the dimness, the pupils with a faint flame of light slowly closed.

Darkness engulfs everything-

"Extremely, to the extreme. ”

Same late night. In the dark city of the Demon Realm, Naberis rang the bell in his hand: "The great is the greatest. The Holy Spirit is the Lord, the Dark Lords are the Lords!

Behind him, several cultists dressed in red sacrificial robes chanted the gods and chanted psalms, and in the nightmare-like hoarse psalms, the conch in Naberis's hand suddenly collapsed. Fall to pieces.

The blood-colored conch shattered and turned into a scarlet halo, and in the halo, the great demon with the head of the eagle was summoned from the void and stretched out the wings that obscured the moonlight. Grow above the darkness!

It was the Great Demon under the command of the Scourge and one of the six incarnations of the Mother Eagle's Nest.

- Marpass!

He looked down at the city that had fallen into the shadows, and a deep dissatisfaction appeared on his face: "Such pure power, yet tainted by such filthy resentment...... The scepter is dusty, it's funny, it's ridiculous......"

Layers of wings emerged from behind him, and a blurred face appeared on each wing, and a thousand faces spoke at the same time, but the same sound came from Marpass.

"O king who sleeps in the shadows, the hour of wrath comes!"

Mappas raised the crystal eyeball in his hand, echoing the white tower that rose into the sky like a phantom: "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

In an instant, in the deepest part of the city, the phantom-like massive white tower roared.

Under the swing of the cardinal, the levers moved, the gears rotated, and the massive bronze bell trembled, emitting a resounding roar, and in that solemn and terrifying roar, the enchantment that enveloped the entire shadow of Avalon trembled.

Everywhere the bell rang, all darkness surged wildly, and shadows of madness rose into the sky.

As the eagle's wings unfurled, countless feathers fell one after another, falling into the shadows, absorbing strength, being given shape, and turning into thousands of pitch-black falcons, sweeping like a tide.

The sleeping demon city has awakened, and the demons who had been sealed everywhere and slept in darkness were inspired by the natural disaster, and they woke up one after another, burrowed out of the cocoon and shell, bathed in the cold moonlight, and roared.

The dead city came into play in an instant, with Downtown, Midtown, Uptown...... With the Elizabeth Tower as the axis, it began to rotate spontaneously.

With the loud sound of the sky cracking and the earth cracking, the phantom-like white tower condensed into substance, and the path hidden in the layers of fog finally appeared.

- The traitor's door, open!

"Go, my servant. ”

Mappas looked down at the black musicians on the ground and proclaimed, "As far as the eye can see, dedicate all water and earth to the god of the hundred eyes!"

"Greatly!"

The black musicians chanted in unison and embarked on the road to the White Tower.

On the other side of the city, in the midst of the collapse of the sky, the blood-colored vortex opened silently.

Black-cloaked figures stepped out of it, and the wind lifted their cloaks and hunted. On top of the cloak, the silver-white emblem of the 'Red Dragon and Sword' seemed to come to life, roaring silently.

Royal Orchestra!

Jerome, who was in the lead, leaned over the whirlpool behind him, "Her Royal Highness Princess Youlao." ”

At the other end of the whirlpool, the frail girl bowed slightly, "In the name of Your Majesty, please do your best not to let the glory of Anglo be dusted." ”

"We deserve our lives. ”

Jerome watched the girl's figure dissipate into the whirlpool, turned around, and stared at the royal musicians behind him: "From now on, enter a state of war.

There will be no support or logistics here, and your names will not appear on any of the fallen lists. If we fail, you will die here in obscurity.

I believe that you have already made such a determination.

- May all glory be to Anglo!"

"All glory to Anglo!"

The royal musicians responded in unison, their etheric fluctuations intertwined.

"Good. Jerome bowed in satisfaction, "Any more questions?"

"Sir, I have a question......"

In the queue, a young man raised his hand tremblingly.

Jerome frowned, "You say." ”

"I'm innocent, sir, since it's the royal musician's mission, why do I have to go with a technician?" said Charles in the crowd, his face sad, "can you let me go back?" I'm just here to provide technical guidance......"

Jerome frowned, "Your mission is technical guidance, that's right. But Newton didn't tell you, did he go with the team?"

Charles was stunned, his face turned pale, and he immediately looked up to the sky and screamed: "It's a bad life! Newton, that old bastard! You can't do this to me! I want to see that old bastard! I have shed blood for the Institute, I have made meritorious contributions to Anglo! I want to see that old bastard......"

Jerome frowned, his fingers clenched, and Charles's voice stopped abruptly and was gagged. With an innocent face, he grabbed the two musicians next to him as if he was saying something, but he couldn't make a sound.

I could only see the grief and grievances, and I sat on the ground and didn't leave, but I was forced to stand up by the royal musicians on both sides, and my face was worse than death.

"Well, no one should have a problem now. ”

Jerome turned around and said coldly, "Let's go!"

Target, traitor's gate!――

"It's finally here. ”

Under the white tower, a young man in a top hat looked up at the huge arch in front of him, but above the huge and gloomy arch, there hung a corpse that had already turned into a skeleton.

"- Traitor's Gate. ”

He muttered softly.

Greena, Cross Street, Treason's Gate, these are the three major places of execution in Avalon. Grinta imprisoned musician felons, and every year musicians who had committed felonies were thrown into the 'Silver Cellar' and reduced to nothingness in the aether of the riot.

Cross Street was the place of execution, where the guilty were guillotined, their heads cut off, and rivers of blood pooled. And this huge arch in front of you...... It is the patent of the aristocracy.

Traitors will be hanged under this gate!

The blood-colored handwriting is the tragic handwriting of the executioners, and since the founding of the country, countless nobles who have committed treason have been hanged here in a dignified manner wearing their fine clothes and jewelry.

Now, hundreds of years have passed, the costumes have been reduced to ashes, the jewelry no longer shines, and only the bones hang from the locks, swaying in the wind, playing an eerie song like wind chimes.

In the song, the boy walked into it like a phantom and stepped on the stairs that led to the White Tower.

The huge white tower that pierced into the black clouds stood on the top of the steps, and as the city had just been violently running, it had emerged from the illusion and turned into reality.

Twelve roads converge at its feet, each with twelve heavy iron gates, above which there is no open hub, not even the crack in the door, as if it were made of solid pouring.

Ye Qingxuan frowned, stretched out his hand and knocked, and found that the ether fluctuations faintly coming from the door, as well as the fine beat...... The iron gate and the entire White Tower were fused together, and if you want to force it open, the difficulty is probably much higher than the hard welding of the Avalon Great Barrier on the front.

"Don't you give people a way in?" (To be continued.) )