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In her dark dreams, she trudged through knee-deep water, where there was no light, someone was singing, and the voice was so familiar, so similar, so disgusting......

It's as if the melody is singing from your own mouth.

"The king and his accomplices took the empress captive and imprisoned her in a dream......

Where should we wander when we have the power? Roar, thousands of hands, hang the sails high! Pull, thief and beggar, we will have eternal ......life."

Singing came from all directions.

Mary looked around and chased in a hurry, but every time she approached, the song disappeared. Like a fairy prank, it wanders in the darkness, tempting her to chase her.

Eventually, she lost all her strength and fell into the water.

The water was like fine wine, exuding the sweetness and fragrance of the scarlet, which made her throat burn with thirst, urging her to quickly pick it up and extinguish the dry pain in her heart.

The song lingered around like an invisible spirit.

It brought a faint light that illuminated Mary's pale countenance, as well as her trembling hands.

Holding the blood in both hands, scarlet fell from his fingertips and returned to the knee-deep river...... As far as the eye can see, everything is covered in scarlet.

Mary was stunned.

She looked at her trembling hands, swallowed up by the ominous meaning of the song, struggled in pain, and screamed with all her might: "Don't sing anymore!"

The singing came to an abrupt end.

A girl-like chuckle came from behind, as if the prank had finally succeeded.

Mary slowly turned her head and saw the large mirror standing in the blood.

And in the reflection of the mirror, the spotless girl in a white dress, that is herself, so noble and elegant, the perfect princess.

Mary looked at her, and she looked at Mary. Mary forwards, and she moves forward.

Until the end, the two stared in silence through the mirror.

The girl in the mirror smiled: "Sister, I haven't seen you for a long time, have you come to see me again?"

"Shut up. ”

With her head bowed and her shoulders shaking, Mary smashed the mirror with all her might, shattering its reflection in it. The shattered mirror draws blood and slowly heals.

The reflection returned, and the girl in the mirror smiled gracefully, looking at her with pity in her eyes, allowing her to smash herself again and again, and the phantom was bridging again and again.

Until Mary lost all her strength and fell to her knees, her hands cut by the broken mirror, and drenched in blood.

She reached out, her white lace-gloved palm piercing through the mirror's barrier, gently caressing Mary's cheek, her cold arms outstretched, and embraced her into her arms.

"You're here again, talk to me, I'm locked up here by you, it's so lonely, like I'm about to die. ”

She whispered in Mary's ear, "Let me out once in a while, sister." Let's go kill people again, shall we? Clean up all those filthy inferior people, make the world a little cleaner, and you will surely be happy......

"Shut up ......"

Mary closed her eyes: "I will never let you out again, never." ”

"I'm still as stubborn as ever, sister. She smiled and kissed Mary's earlobe: "Ah, Mary, I love you so much. ”

She was answered by a palm that tightened her throat and jammed her voice.

Mary grabbed her by the throat, her face became hideous, and her fingers were sunk deep in the white neck, so hard that the joints wailed...... Until finally, there was a click.

Broken.

She looked at herself in the mirror, looked at the weird smile on the corner of her suffocating face, gritted her teeth, and made a voice: "But I hate you." ”

"Giggle...... Giggle......"

The severed and drooping head slowly lifted, and the girl let out a strange laugh, raised her head, stared at her, and looked at her.

"Why do you always want to hurt me, sister, I'm you......"

She reached out and hugged Mary tightly, whispering in her ear, "I am the cleanliness, arrogance, and disgust that will never go away in your heart, and I am the shameful spring ...... you wet when you first experienced menstruation, and when you fell in love with men."

"Shut up!"

Mary gritted her teeth, and with all her strength, squeezed out a vicious curse from her heart: "You ...... Cheap goods!"

"Thou art so filthy by birth, Mary, and what thou hast seen is not thy own face, why deceive thyself any more, let me tell you, thou hates all this. ”

The girl in the mirror caressed her breasts, her hands dexterously teased her body, and finally, she lifted her chin, licked her lips, and muttered:

"You hate the etiquette of self-imprisoning, you hate to make friendly gestures in front of filthy untouchables, you hate to hold hands with stained hands...... You are disgusted with the way those men look at your breasts, you are disgusted with the whispers of the slut maids in the palace outside your door, and you even disgust our mother, who gave you such an abominable fate.

You hate everything, Mary, you hate yourself......"

She hugged Mary and turned abruptly.

Behind them, there was a large mirror that fell to the ground, and the girls in the mirror hugged each other, their cheeks pressed together, so similar, one pure white, the other bright red, like twin lotus flowers.

"Look, Mary. ”

She looked at the reflection in the mirror and smiled happily: "As soon as we touch the same, we should be together by nature and never separate." ”

Mary closed her eyes and stopped looking.

After a long time, the sound of the floodgates opening came from afar.

The river of blood is reversed.

It's as if there is finally a way back in the labyrinth.

And the reflection became more and more illusory, surrounded by blood and water, and slowly fell silent.

"Are you leaving?"

She stared at Mary, still with a malicious smile on her lips, and in the last moments, whispered in her ear: "Look at your eyes, sister, weak and pitiful, with a laughable hatred...... Are you still dreaming that someone will redeem you?

No one will come to your rescue.

It's just you and me, forever. ”

Mary finally lifted her eyes, and when she looked into her eyes, her eyes became determined.

"No, someday, somebody will come here and ......

- Kill me, and you. ”

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Ye Qingxuan woke up from his dream and found himself lying on the hospital bed, and a trivial voice came from outside the ward.

In fact, he himself was fine, not even injured, just a routine examination. In the middle of the Order, the Chancellor of the Order had blessed, and purified him of the abyssal aura, though that purification seemed ridiculous to the Inquisition.

After a long inspection and inquiry, Ye Qingxuan fell asleep.

I didn't expect that when I woke up, it was the next day.

He leaned against the head of the bed, and instead of calling the nurse or anyone else, he fell into deep thought, remembering what he had seen last night.

That moment......

He only saw Lancelot draw his sword, and then he saw a stream of light that seemed to be hallucinating.

After the streamer flashed, it was as if it were all over.

All voices have been silenced, all unrest has been frozen, and all strife has been resolved.

Lancelot seemed to still stand still, motionless, just sheathing his sword in the dead silence. But in the cold wind, silently, a straight crack spread out from under his feet, forward, through the entire battlefield.

The body of the stone puppet of the Grand Master has been completely cut in half.

Immediately after, it turned into dust.

And the scepter fell apart completely.

A great chasm appeared in the hellscape that covered the shadow of Avalon, spreading in all directions, and the wails of countless people were cut apart, turbulent, crumbled, collapsed.

Until finally, it dissipated.

From beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan didn't see Lancelot's sword clearly at all...... What the hell is going on.

It's just plain iron, but it has reached a realm that is difficult to imagine can achieve.

After so many years away from the sword, Lancelot put on armor again, and was able to burst out with such terrifying power.

Even if it was Ye Qingxuan, if he was defenseless, he would probably be completely killed in that sword.

"It's terrible......"

He muttered softly.

"Scary what?"

Someone outside the door asked.

Someone pushed the door in.

It's Lancelot.

He was in a wheelchair, his face pale, the pungent smell of medicine on his body, and the plastic tube connected to his internal organs was still transporting the medicine to keep him alive.

The load on him with that sword was too great and had already pushed his life to a precarious level.

As if he understood Ye Qingxuan's stunnedness, Lancelot just smiled indifferently: "That's just the power of Lancelot's armor, when I die, it's yours." ”

"There's no need to say such frustrating words. Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "You can live for quite a long time." Besides, isn't there Christine?"

"My own business, I know it myself. ”

Lancelot coughed violently, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "The armor of the Lancelot family has the strongest strength among the Knights of the Round Table, and at the same time, it also has the highest requirements for the user - it has extremely strict requirements for the user's morality and conduct, I'm afraid only a saint can obtain its permission, right?"

Christine is not capable of carrying on the burden of the family, nor can she be recognized by that armor. ”

"Then I'm sure I can't. ”

Ye Qingxuan was not ready to dwell on these anymore, and asked, "What about Her Highness Mary, are you awake?"

"Yes, I'm recuperating. ”

Silent.

The two of them didn't speak again, and after a long time, Ye Qingxuan sighed: "Your current situation, leaving so many state affairs behind, come to me, there must be something serious, right?"

"Yes. ”

Lancelot pondered for a moment and spoke: "Your Majesty was assassinated by Maxwell, Anglo needs a new emperor, and tomorrow, Her Royal Highness Mary, as the first heir, will be officially crowned King of Anglo at Westminster Abbey." ”

"First place?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "What about the eldest prince?"

Although the eldest prince is disabled and unable to inherit the throne, the queen has begun to train Mary as an heir in recent years. But the status of the eldest prince, as the first in line to the throne, has never changed.

"Dead. ”

Lancelot said lightly: "On the same day that His Majesty was assassinated, he died of poisoning, guess who did it?"

Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant, and fell into silence, with a headache, a severe headache.

Who else could it be?

Maxwell...... What the are you trying to do?

In silence, Lancelot looked at him for a long time, and then said, "Ye Qingxuan, leave Avalon." ”

He closed his eyes.

"King Arthur may have been transformed into a scourge, and Leviathan is about to break through the second seal...... This country is beyond cure. ”

He said, "Take your people, leave tonight, wherever you go, and don't come back." ”

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Shadow of Avalon.

At the top, a dark blowout.

The eerie bell rang.

At the very top of the firmament, the palace like a dark sun vibrated in the bells, and the viscous darkness dripped from it and sprinkled onto the earth, like the spring breeze coming, and the rain of all things growing.

Countless demons grew out of it like weeds. The demons that crawled out of the viscous darkness and blood shouted excitedly, screaming high-pitched in worship of the dark sun.

The scorching sun was turbulent, as if it was about to fall apart.

The monster brewing in it slowly opened its eyes.

It's about to wake up completely.

Beneath the palace, in the dark rain, the mutilated stone puppets bathed in the blessings of the power of the abyss, from which the face of the dark lord slowly condensed and revealed.

"It's finally coming, the Son of Darkness who inherits the abyss......"

He was ecstatic, laughing, and cheering.

"--The God Emperor of the World!"