"Very well, Your Highness, you are indeed a good boy. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Lancelot, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Then open that box, open it, and you can protect Mommy." ”

"Shut up!"

At that moment, Maxwell roared like a lion's roar.

His pupils were lit up by a flame as bright as golden light, and he clenched the blade of his sword and roared forward, the heavens and the earth roaring. Like the glow of the scorching sun gathering from the blade of the sword,

Lancelot stood in front of the eldest prince and looked at him indifferently, and at some point, his palm was pressed against the hilt of the sword at his waist.

At that moment, countless streamers flashed.

It's as if endless time has been compressed in an instant.

Immediately after, the sound of steel shattering sounded.

The sword in the stone was already on Lancelot's neck, cutting a bloody streak.

In Lancelot's hand, the long sword that had been with him for many years broke, Lancelot was silent for a moment, sighed, and threw the hilt down, and the remaining long sword broke on the ground and shattered into iron sand.

"It's fast, faster than I expected. ”

Lancelot whispered, "Fortunately, I was prepared. ”

He looked up at Maxwell.

Maxwell didn't say a word.

Immobile.

It was as if he was frozen in time in an instant, and he was fixed in that moment, and all his movements froze, from the pupils of his eyes to the tips of his fingers, unable to move.

Lancelot reached out and pulled the sword in stone from his hand.

The sword in the stone was like a scorching iron, burning his five fingers to scorched in an instant. But all the glow quickly dimmed.

As he let go of his fingers, he fell to the ground, returning to his original bleakness and ordinary, and no longer supernatural.

"I've spent the first half of my life preparing for the inheritance of this sword, even though it didn't choose me...... But I know better than anyone what its power is. ”

Lancelot stepped up the steps, pulled out the dragon-slaying spear wedged into the throne, and let Elizabeth's body slide off the throne and fall to the ground, looking back, continuing to look at Maxwell:

"You don't think I'm going to face it unprepared, do you?"

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The dragon-slaying spear burst through the air, and with Lancelot's thorns, Maxwell pierced and pinned to the ground, but there was no blood in the wound.

Maxwell twitched in pain as if hot copper had poured into his shell, his wounds and veins burning with the tyrannical force, his skin cracked, and his bones wailed.

"Just look at it. ”

Lancelot looked down at him indifferently: "Watch how your nightmare returns." ”

At that moment, the cowardly boy finally opened the iron box.

In the pitch-black iron box, someone seemed to let out a hoarse laugh.

The eldest prince was stunned for a moment, then looked up, wanting to look at Lancelot. But at that moment, a terrible sound burst out of the iron box, soared into the sky, and swept in all directions.

The sea is shaking.

It was like the roar of a dying dragon.

A terrifying air pressure is born out of the air.

Immediately afterward, an endless tide of darkness erupted from the small iron box, filling the entire throne hall, and countless fantasies of storms, thunder and lightning flashed from it.

In the deepest part of the darkness, a pair of dim red eyes were lit up, filled with supreme joy.

The day has finally come!

Boundless darkness surged.

In the darkness, there was only the terrible screams of the eldest prince.

"It hurts, Mom, it hurts...... Save me...... Sister, sister...... Ahh!!!h

The frenzied screaming lasted for dozens of minutes.

Through the thick darkness, it was as if a furious beast was pounding on the earth, causing the entire throne hall to fall apart. Eventually, countless darkness rolled upside down, pumped by the terrifying suction, and collapsed towards the center.

The dust is blowing.

The one that had been opened and thrown to the ground had already twisted in the struggle and venting of pain.

In the very center of the hall, on the cracked floor, emaciated husks were wheezing and sweating.

It's like, for a moment...... Suddenly I grew up.

The young man's face slowly lifted, revealing long black vertical beast pupils, and slowly got up from the ground.

"Thin, too thin. ”

He frowned, looked at his hands, and made a hoarse sound like steel rubbing: "Lancelot, this body is not very useful!"

Lancelot half-knelt on the ground and bowed his head:

"I beg your pardon for being incompetent. ”

The 'boy' moved his body, and with his subtle movements, dragon scales loomed from under his skin, and the hideous beast was confined to a cage between his fingers.

It's just that for some reason, a terrible scar appeared on his chest.

It seems that the old wound has long been healed, but it once almost tore his whole person apart.

"After all...... I can't make up for it. ”

He asked, "What about that shit, Mordred? ”

Lancelot replied, "Your Highness fled half a year ago. ”

"Really?"

The hoarse voice became meaningful, "Then there is only another way." ”

As the finger lifted, the inky black dragon power seeped out of his shell, running between the joints and muscles, and the sound of bones grinding kept ringing.

His body was raised again, and his face began to change.

Until finally, Long Wei turned into a majestic costume, covering his naked body, and the original young face was only a faint trace of the original.

In its place, there is a face full of indifference and coldness.

- Arthur.

He looked back at the man pinned to the ground and smiled.

"Maxwell? long time no see. ”

He stepped on the broken earth, walked up to Maxwell, looked down, looked down at him, and looked at him with a look of nostalgia: "It seems that you like this name very much, and you have used it now." ”

Maxwell raised his head with difficulty, looked at the face, and for a long time, hoarsely replied:

"Long time no see, Your Majesty. ”

"It seems that you remember me, and I thought that a thing like you, after being mastered, would quickly forget about the creator. ”

Arthur crouched down, reached out, grabbed him by the hair, and forced him to look at himself.

"You know what? all these years, in that cage...... I've been missing you. ”

He stretched out his hand, pressed it on his chest, and touched the scar through his clothes, and his fingers twitched slightly, as if he felt the terrible phantom pain again.

"I've been wondering how to punish you for your betrayal?"

"Betrayal? Are you kidding......

Maxwell shook his head and asked, "Your Majesty, didn't you want me to be the one who betrayed you when you created me?"

As a result, Arthur's eyes became colder and colder.

"Anyone, Maxwell. ”

He stared at the embarrassed man in front of him, and said word by word, "Only you can't." Life, Will, Soul...... I gave you everything......"

"You have given too much, Your Majesty. ”

Maxwell interrupted him, and looked at him with a fearless look in his eyes: "—so much that it makes me resentful." Didn't you create me to fulfill yourself when you ascended to God?

I can die for you, but no one else owes you. When you are alive, the path of blood has led to the shadow of the city, and when you ascend to the gods, the world will become hell.

From the moment you used Gawain as an experiment to become a god and made him look like that, I knew that you had become a monster, that the blood of the Leviathan had dominated you, that you had become a demon!"

"Ridiculous!" Arthur said coldly, "I am the one who dominates everything!"

"Forget it, Your Majesty. ”

Maxwell smiled nonchalantly, "You can't even dominate me, can you?"

As he spoke, he looked at Arthur's chest, his eyes becoming more and more mocking.

That scar.

was watched by him, as if the phantom pain of the past had returned.

Arthur's expression became more and more ugly, staring at Maxwell with cold eyes, just looking at it, Maxwell's body let out a cracking wail, Maxwell's face turned pale, twitched without resistance, and green tendons appeared from his face.

"It seems that you really cherish who you are now. ”

Arthur reached out and tapped him on the face: "It's just a shell, but it's done decently...... If it weren't for you, I'd have forgotten what you are.

I shouldn't have been talking about anything like you that wasn't even a human being, it was my fault. ”

He paused, but suddenly reached out and grabbed Maxwell's neck, forcibly lifting him from the ground, and the dragon slayer spear tore the wound, causing Maxwell to let out a terrible roar.

"Listen, Maxwell, I haven't completely torn you up into a pile of rags right now because you're a little bit useful. ”

Arthur looked at him coldly: "If you really have a little attachment to this world, when it's over, I can leave you this place of Avalon, so that you can play a game of love with humans - but for now, you'd better cooperate a little." ”

"Never!"

Maxwell squeezed the sound out between his teeth.

Arthur sneered.

"It's not up to you...... But don't forget, who created you. ”

He stretched out his hand, and the silent sword in the stone on the ground flew up on its own and fell into his hand, causing him to let out a mocking smile: "You see, even if you are born with a rebel bone, you must always obey. ”

Arthur's right hand reversed, and the sword in the stone was raised, stabbing at Maxwell.

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It was obviously a sound that pierced through flesh and blood, but it resounded like a giant bell being struck.

Under the piercing of the sword in the stone, Maxwell's shell cracked a huge gap, revealing the hollow inside of it. Blazing flames flowed through it, and countless music theories intertwined with each other, creating rivers like blood. And now, with the piercing of the sword in the stone, the blazing light flame suddenly shook violently, and involuntarily threw itself into the blade.

Maxwell's shell shattered inch by inch.

Eventually, the face turned to ashes and dissipated into the wind.

And in Arthur's hand, the ancient sword has faded away from the dimming and cracks, and has returned to the time hundreds of years ago, majestic and magnificent, as if forged by the blazing sun, and the 'elements' formed by the seven virtues run on it, laying its core.

Just looking at it creates an illusion – as if the world revolves around it.

With King Arthur's swing, the blade sliced through the air and let out a pleasant sound.

"Welcome back, Maxwell. ”

Arthur looked at the blade and smiled pleasantly:

"- My 'sword in stone'. ”