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The Staff of Fate collides with the Sword in the Stone.

The battle has begun, but it has already moved away from the contest of strength and entered a deeper battle, which is an essential confrontation and even a nature of attack.

After converging the entire matrix of the path to the gods, the sword in the stone has changed from the original key to the path of the gods itself. It is precisely because of this that when Maxwell betrayed Arthur, he was able to inflict a heavy blow on Arthur and was sealed for hundreds of years.

This time, Arthur didn't make the same mistake again. All music theory has been completely out of Maxwell's control and has been completed in his hands.

Purely by nature, it has transcended the scope of the past, not only representing Arthur's golden medal of victory, but also directly mobilizing the power of the Leviathan, and to some extent, it is not an exaggeration to see it as a carrier of the Leviathan.

A mournful and hoarse singing voice sings from it.

The dead Leviathan seemed to return as a spirit, haunting the sky, constantly throwing its power into it, making Arthur more and more powerful, more and more violent, and more ...... Inhuman.

In comparison, the Staff of Destiny is like a stubborn iron.

Too much ...... It's unpretentious.

It didn't bring any other abilities or powers to Ye Qingxuan, and it didn't even have the tremendous lethality of the Dragon Slayer Spear itself.

After recondensing the fragments of fate and devouring the music theory that had been passed down for centuries throughout the Inquisition, the staff of black iron had become almost the embodiment of the miracles of the Temple.

This is evidenced by the emblem of the Holy Emblem, which is interwoven with countless musical theories.

From the moment it was born, it was included in the vast music theory system carried by the Sacred Cauldron, and it was recognized by it as a 'symbolic object' like the gate of heaven.

Since the Sacred Cauldron opened up a new system in the Great Source, for hundreds of years, human beings have continued to contribute to this system in order to strengthen themselves. The existence of the Three Kings and the Saints is the defender of this system, and the Holy Scriptures in the Order's possession are also an indispensable part of it.

In addition to shepherding the souls of all living beings, the legends created by the Holy Book have also been sublimated in the process, and countless 'elements' have been born on this theme, which can be said to have benefited almost all musicians.

Except for the black musicians, after becoming a master, all musicians will choose the most suitable chapters and elements from them, with the intention of integrating into the chapter of fate and sublimating into the scepter.

Once successful, it will directly become a part of this system, penetrating into the etheric realm through it, and even directly invoking the power from the Great Source.

In addition to this, there are also artifacts that are forged directly for the purpose of carrying elements.

For example, the Gate of Heaven, such as the Holy Horn, such as the 'Staff of Destiny', which was reforged based on the Fragment of Destiny and absorbed the core music theory of the Inquisition, was directly recognized by the Holy Cauldron!

Because of this, at the moment of its birth, Stone danced so wildly.

From then on, the Inquisition was no longer a subordinate body appointed by the Order and could be abolished and reorganized at will.

As long as the staff of fate is in Ye Qingxuan's hands for one day, then the Inquisition will have its own legitimacy and rationality, and its sacred status will not be shaken!

And Ye Qingxuan's title of 'Hand of God' is no longer freely criticized.

The blessing of the 'Staff of Destiny' given by the Sacred Cauldron is a direct quotation from the Holy Scriptures - obey the will of the gods and crush all disobedience, just as the rod of iron shatters the earthenware of clay, as if receiving authority from the hands of the gods!

What the Staff of Fate reveals at this time is a terrifying 'stability' that is unparalleled.

Even if it was just born, even if it had not undergone any maintenance, without any preparation, it collided with the sword in the stone that represented the path to the gods, and its own music theory was still as stable as a rock, without the slightest damage, not even the slightest wavering.

Almost, indestructible!

It is as if even if everything is destroyed, it can live forever on its own.

For Ye Qingxuan, who is good at taking advantage of the situation, there is nothing more suitable for him.

Since then, he has no qualms about invoking forces hundreds of times greater than himself, exerting pressure on them without fear of damage or breakage.

It's simply a great leverage!

Even now, when he poured the power of the entire Homeland Defense Front into it, the Staff of Destiny showed no signs of being unable to bear it.

Simple enough means strong enough.

With Ye Qingxuan, a white wolf who is good at empty gloves and borrowing chickens to lay eggs, it doesn't need other abilities anymore. The role it needs to play is a 'lever', using Ye Qingxuan as the base point, to completely pry up the entire Anglo and Leviathan!

Rumble!

In the sky, the sound of the dark sun cracking became more and more poignant.

Arthur's face grew more and more hideous, and beneath his skin, the dragon's blood of the raging rage multiplied on its own, revealing all kinds of inhuman traces. Ye Qingxuan looked at him indifferently, and his smile couldn't help but become more and more mocking.

The power of the scourge burst out from the sword in the stone, and Arthur pressed forward, looking down on him, his dark pupils bloodshot: "What are you looking at?"

Ye Qingxuan didn't take a step back,-for-tat: "I'm looking, who are you?"

"I am Arthur, King of kings, the future eternal god emperor of the earth!"

Arthur roared, and the path to the gods frantically extracted the endless power of the Leviathan, making him more and more powerful and terrifying, pressing Ye Qingxuan back step by step.

"Sneer......"

Ye Qingxuan sneered and shook his head, his mockery overflowing: "I guess you ...... now." Angry, right?"

With the vigorous operation of the path to the gods, Arthur at this moment is no longer what he was just now, the crazy proliferation of dragon blood transformed this originally weak body, countless scales grew out from under the skin, sharp bones pierced out from behind, opened, and turned into huge black wings.

"This is the eternal god-emperor of the world?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Why don't you look in the mirror before you speak?"

Your love for the fairies of the lake comes from greed. Leviathan's love for you isn't necessarily pure, is it? Dragon's blood gives you the power and makes you what you are, right?"

Looking at that ugly face, Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I'm afraid that later, you will find out: it just turned you into a monster like it, not the emperor you wanted!"

That's why you're so angry! so crazy......"

"Shut up!"

Arthur roared, and the dragon was furious.

But in the midst of the roar, there was a hoarse chuckle, mocking and helpless.

"Give up, Your Majesty. You still don't understand?"

On the spine of the sword in the stone, in the deep darkness, Maxwell's vague face emerged, and his expression was complicated: "From beginning to end, this world has never belonged to you. ”

"You bastard...... Arthur's expression distorted, "I made you! Who gave you the courage to offend me!"

The furious dragon swept through and tore Maxwell apart, but his figure condensed again, becoming clearer and clearer. Even if the music theory of the riot tears the shell, the face is full of cracks, and it is about to fall apart.

"I can be sure that this courage comes from myself. ”

Maxwell whispered, "Your Majesty, how fortunate it is that this iron of mine also has the heart of a human being. I'm not qualified as a weapon, but I'm proud of my free will.

It's great that I can live in this world with the face and will of a human being, Your Majesty. ”

"Presumptuous!"

The sword in the stone screamed, the blade cracked, Maxwell's phantom trembled and fell apart, but his eyes became more and more resolute.

Arthur gritted his teeth, his attitude softened, and a voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "If you like it so much, when this matter is over, I promise you to live forever in the world as a human being."

Maxwell, I will not die for a day, and the authority is convenient for you to share!"

But Maxwell's expression remained the same, but he stretched out his hand, and countless music theories extended out from the sword in the stone, piercing Arthur's body, and completely merging with him.

"Forget it, Your Majesty. I'm tired of all these years. ”

Maxwell embraced his creator and whispered, "The new era should be in the hands of young people, please withdraw from this stage with me." ”

Collapse!

On the sword in the stone, a tragic crack suddenly appeared, the path to the god wailed, countless cracks appeared on the main trunk, and the four-layer interface was out of balance, about to completely fall apart.

Arthur trembled in pain, screamed, roared.

"Maxwell!" Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened: "What do you want to do?"

"Do what I never finished. ”

Maxwell looked up at the turbulent world, his eyes becoming longing and nostalgia: "I should have done this back then, but unfortunately, I didn't dare."

This world is so beautiful, Ye Qingxuan, how can I be willing to leave? But it has suffered so much because of my cowardice. ”

"Stop, then! Maxwell. ”

Ye Qingxuan roared angrily, and the staff of fate pressed forward frantically, wanting to interrupt Maxwell, but he couldn't touch his figure.

"Don't you want to retire? I'll keep you with the Asgardian house, don't you want to go there? It's beautiful, Maxwell, it's really beautiful. ”

He looked at the broken old man and pleaded with his eyes: "I beg you, if you don't take a look, you will definitely regret it." ”

"If the nursery is still empty, plant the flowers there for me. ”

Maxwell smiled and said goodbye softly: "I always wanted to accompany Elizabeth to see the flowers, but unfortunately, I never had a chance again." If I die, it will not be a pity to leave a place for flowers to bloom in this world. ”

Roar.

Maxwell's body falls apart.

The last mutilated faces dissipated into the streamer, leaving only a farewell smile.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Arthur screamed violently, and the path to godhood was turbulent and completely disintegrated. The black scorching sun above the sky trembled, fell, and smashed into the world.

"Don't think about it! Maxwell, you...... Don't think about it!"

He roared, ignoring his collapsed body, opened his mouth and gulped down the sword in the stone, swallowing the shattered blade inch by inch into his belly. The shattered path to the gods was forcibly absorbed, and endless power filled that deformed body.

He didn't die.

He's alive!

But before he could laugh, he heard a hoarse roar.

"Arthur, you dog bastard......"

Ye Qingxuan's face was blue and furious, and he walked forward against the pressure of the wind. The staff of destiny in his hand was held high, and a pure white moon wheel was constructed to rise to the sky.

The Stone of the Philosopher, the Movement of the Movement, and the Resonance of Natural Disasters.

Three in one.

Jiuxiao Huanpei drew the power of the Homeland Defense Front, poured the fiery dragon vein into the Staff of Destiny, and smashed it down!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the power of the whole of Anglo, the staff of fate smashed into Arthur's face, smashing that misshapen face to shreds, and before he could even resist, the second staff fell, smashing his raised right hand, and the bones turned into mud.

Ignoring the attacking dragons, he stepped on Arthur's body and frantically smashed the staff of destiny down, stick after stick, black blood spilled and fell on his face, outlining the outline of his fury.

"How dare you!

Ye Qingxuan stepped on Arthur's rapidly healing face, held the staff of fate, and smashed it fiercely, as violent as a demon: "Why don't you die obediently! Why do you want to live in this world!"

How do you deserve to let Maxwell lose even a single hair! Why don't you die sooner! Why don't you find a dark corner and rot quietly!

You bastard!shit!garbage!garbage!sinners!parasites!"

Arthur screamed, wailed, his bones cracked, and tried to speak, but he couldn't move in the ravages of the storm, and was trampled under his feet like garbage.

Now, from beginning to end, the young man who had maintained the arrogance and determination in his bones had gone berserk, and the viciousness prevailed over the evil spirit, and he angrily ripped off his hypocritical face, and spared poisonous juice mercilessly, trampling on Arthur's dignity without any mercy.

"Why don't you die?!"

Ye Qingxuan roared angrily, stepped on his face, and kicked him again and again: "Why, why, why, why!!

Arthur screamed, wailing under the crush of the Staff of Fate.

Forcibly bursting out of power, he reached out and grabbed the smashed iron rod tightly, even if his ten fingers fell apart. Madness was on the twisted and broken face.

"You will pay the price, Ye Qingxuan!"

He struggled to raise his head and squeezed a voice out between his teeth: "Definitely!"

At that moment, a frenzied fluctuation erupted from his rotten flesh body, and even Ye Qingxuan was completely pushed away, and the whole person was ignited with cyan flames.

In the flames, he roared fiercely, and fell apart inch by inch, turning into a blazing light, flying into the sky, pouring into the dark sun.

Above the great sun, the rift suddenly spread, and countless traces of collapse emerged.

In it, there was a shuddering fetal movement.

Painfully abandoning the power that had not yet been absorbed, he no longer waited for the transformation of the path to godhood, he wanted to abandon this fragile body and descend on this world as a natural disaster.

Roar of destruction!

Rumble!

In an instant, the scorching sun smashed on the earth. In the Aetheric Realm, a raging sun slowly rises, heralding the birth of a new natural calamity.

The path to the gods is completed here!

And in the midst of the scorching sun, in the unquenched flames, the pitch-black deformed dragon slowly raised its head and let out its first roar towards the world.

Nanami trembled.

In the next moment, he spread his wings, enveloping all of Avalon in his shadow. The terrifying dragon power that had completed the transformation swept through, and in just an instant, half of the buildings in the upper city were bulldozed.

Even if it is a premature baby who has never been conceived, it still has the power to surpass all human beings!

"Hahaha, Maxwell, did you see that?

Arthur was ecstatic and exclaimed: "You bastard, you can't stop me, no one can stop me! I am the true king of kings!"

"Really?"

He heard a cold voice.

The Staff of Destiny fell to the ground and burst into a deep voice. Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly, "That's it, that's what you want, to be honest, you don't even have the qualifications to be a joke." ”

The pitch-black dragon power swept through, and the power from the natural disaster erupted and crushed, causing the staff of fate to ring, Ye Qingxuan's palm was shattered again, and cracks appeared in his bones.

After completely transforming into a natural disaster, Arthur's power has been qualitatively sublimated, and with just one blow, Ye Qingxuan's leverage was unbalanced, and the staff of fate as the base point was turbulent and almost collapsed.

Arthur looked down at him, a grim smile on the dragon's head:

"Now, who's the joke?"

The terrifying pressure comparable to the deepest part of the abyss was exerted on Ye Qingxuan's body, causing his bones to wail and barely raise his head. Long Wei's cruel squeeze wanted to completely crush him to pieces.

"I said, I will make you pay, Ye Qingxuan, I said it!"

Arthur coldly declared: "I will imprison you in the fragments of the sword in the stone, and spend the rest of my life repenting, repenting that you once offended the god emperor of the world!"

The pressure skyrocketed.

Ye Qingxuan's body shook, and the corners of his mouth oozed blood. Holding the staff of fate, forcibly resisting the pressure of Long Wei, he raised his head and sneered: "No, Arthur, it's the opposite. ”

He said, "I will defeat you, I will save this country, I will make this world a better place!"

"--This world, you don't deserve it!"

At that moment, Arthur's fateful chapter, which he had abandoned, the Golden Chapter of Victory, sounded from the heavens on earth.

With the collapse of the path to the gods, the heavenly kingdom on earth will forcibly gather all the remaining power and swallow it completely.

The music theory of "Genesis" radiates in all directions, blending into every corner of the earthly kingdom of heaven, bringing about an earth-shattering transformation.

If this city was just a phantom in the mirror in the past, it has now risen into the etheric realm under the support of Leviathan's power, turning into a brilliant star hanging high in the starry sky.

Since then, it has been true.

On the throne, Mary had closed her eyes and fallen into a deep sleep.

In her arms, countless music theories were intertwined, and the golden scabbard drew the power of the homeland defense front.

The phantom of the golden hound emerged from it, absorbing the power of the madness, turning into a majestic dragon, with full claws and cold eyes.

Eventually, the dragon turned into a vague figure, crowned with three layers of gold, and raised its golden pupils to look at Arthur.

The heavens on earth burst into light.

The world seems to stand still.

The curtain opened on the stage, and everything was waiting for it.

The majestic figure of the emperor walked out of the heavenly kingdom on earth, and the city gates were opened one after another, countless cheers emerged from them, and the horns sounded.

Step by step, he walked towards the sky.

Heavy armor emerged from his body, followed by a magnificent sword emerging from the empty scabbard at his waist, and finally, the handsome red dragon horse stepped out of the void.

One man, one sword, riding a war horse, but it was like ten thousand armies following each other, and the heavens and the earth shook.

With his arrival, the whole of Anglo resonated, blessing him with layers of power, shining brightly. The phantom of the golden dragon emerged, sprinkling endless dragon power and turning into an ocean.

Until the end, it stopped beside Ye Qingxuan.

On the war horse, a familiar look was cast.

Arrogant and helpless.

Like an emperor.

Ye Qingxuan held the staff of fate, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Honestly, who is Arthur?"

"I don't know. ”

The emperor shook his head with a complicated expression: "Maybe it's me, maybe it used to be me." ”

"Let me guess, because of Ye Lanzhou?"

“...... Right. ”

"Okay, that's later. Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the pitch-black dragon opposite, "Such a big mess, do you regret it?"

"Sort of. ”

The emperor wiped his nose in embarrassment, "I'm sorry for you." ”

"You've taken care of me for so many years, as you should. Ye Qingxuan shook his head indifferently: "Next time you look for a girlfriend, just find a reliable one, and it's okay to be ugly." ”

The emperor was silent, looking at the other places, not knowing what to say.

Soon, he heard Ye Qingxuan's voice.

"Old fee. ”

"Huh?"

He turned his head, but saw the young man's eyes, solemn and serious.

"Thank you for all these years. ”

The Emperor smiled, reached out, and patted him on the shoulder, as before.

"Me too. ”

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The neighing of the horses sounded.

The Emperor drew the ethereal sword from its scabbard.

It is a silhouette buried in memory, and it is once again embodied in the power of the dragon, as in previous years, and the seven virtues adorn it, which have endured the years and are majestic and self-reliant.

"I'm running out of time......"

The Emperor looked at the scourge ahead and stared at the dark dragon, his expression arrogant and contemptuous, as always. The pupils of his eyes reflected the blade of the sword in his hand, and he became as cold as iron.

"Let's go. ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

The next moment, as if awakened from his hallucination, he opened his eyes.

As if nothing had happened.

Time flowed again, and the killing intent of the Calamity Dragon came, and destruction was imminent.

Under the shadow of the natural calamity's wings, the pitch-black dragon power was like a torrent, engulfing Ye Qingxuan, but the next moment, from in front of him, a golden glow that seemed to be eternal lit up.

With the roar of the Staff of Destiny, a blade condensed from the golden glow and slashed forward. The essence of the catastrophe collided in one place, but the result was unilateral destruction.

The torrent of destruction was opened up from the center.

In the glow, the horses neighed, and the majestic march played, as if the heavenly king had stepped out of it, and raised the 'sword in the stone' in his hand towards Arthur.

Endless glow burst out from the blade of the sword, like a rising sun, illuminating the dark world and sprinkling an endless sea of glow.

The Red Dragon Banner was raised again.

The war horse neighed, and the emperor held his sword.

"The King of Anglo is here!"

Between the heavens and the sea, there was a low voice that reverberated above the seven seas, reaching every inch of land and where the tide was. The voice comes from the past, reawakening the dead from silence, and bringing back the souls of the past to reclaim their lost glory.

"Secretaries, follow me to raise the flag!"

As a result, countless streamers flew from all directions and threw themselves at the location of the Red Dragon Banner. The soul rubbed against the scorching sun, bursting out with decisive thunder.

The sea of ether boiled, and countless ether fluctuations came and went, but they surrendered to the same melody and the same theme, and played the golden chapter of victory.

Countless figures emerged from it, walked out of the glow of the past, and appeared in the world after thousands of years.

And so, the heavens and the earth roared.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

The huge army of dragons conjured up followed the location of the banner, roaring forward, shouting feverishly:

"--I would like to dedicate myself to the Great and Supreme Emperor, may God bless the kingdom, and my emperor bless me!"