"Finally, are you going to die?"

The top of the White Tower, the highest point in the Dark City.

There was silence among the corpses, and there were no more robins and Mordred. Only the lonely boy was left lying in a pool of his own blood, giving up his futile struggle.

Urgent stitching, useless. Healing movement, unlearned, useless. I took all the life-sustaining medicines, but it still didn't work...... Rather, it is a drop in the bucket, which will only increase the suffering.

The heart was completely ruptured, the venom penetrated into the internal organs, and the blood had lost two-thirds, and in the pool of warm blood, Ye Qingxuan looked at the sky sluggishly, feeling that he was dying little by little.

"It's so quiet. ”

He looked at the world that was gradually darkening, unexpectedly, but he did not feel afraid, only a little regretful.

There are still so many things that have not been done, so many roads that have not been completed, and so many words, which I have not yet said to those people.

It's a pity.

What a pity......

In the silence, faint footsteps sounded, quietly stepping on a pool of blood, stopping beside him, and their clear eyes looked down on him.

"Ye Qingxuan, you're dying. ”

A distant voice sounded in his mind, hallucinating, sounding familiar, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"To be honest, I don't want to. ”

"I can't help it if I don't want to. Ye Qingxuan, no one is immortal. ”

"There's no other way? I think I can salvage it. ”

"Ye Qingxuan, you are hopeless. The visitor looked at him with pity and shook his head sadly: "I will miss the days of playing marbles with you." ”

“...... Is that so? It seems that there really is no way. ”

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes regretfully, "I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name for so long." ”

"Gawain. ”

It said, "Just call us Gawain." ”

"Gawain?"

The boy gradually sank into the darkness: "Since you can read my heart. Can you leave some more last words for me on the ground?"

"Yes. Gawain agreed, "Anything else?"

"Put my heart ...... Take it out ......"-

Late at night, in Avalon, the tide is unprovoked.

First, the roar of the White Tower resounded throughout the city, waking everyone up from their dreams, but making them feel like they were in another nightmare.

Then came the collapse of the Great Barrier of Avalon. The whole city was thrown into chaos. Without the suppression of the Great Avalon Enchantment, the concentration of the ether increased rapidly, and in just a few hours, it had moved from the safe white zone to the yellow zone, and there was even a drive to further evolve to the red zone.

The Musicians' Association and the Order have been completely activated, opening their own enchantments, but to no avail, they can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

Who would have thought that the barrier that had shrouded Avalon for hundreds of years would suddenly collapse?

Immediately after, a black sun appeared in the sky out of thin air. A swirl of madness that crept from within the shadow of Avalon hovered above the moonlight. Engulfed everything, exuding a rich abyssal aura.

It made all the musicians in a turbulent state of mind, and they didn't dare to move a little, for fear that their minds would be infected and confused by the abyssal breath in it.

At that moment, all communication and communication were completely cut off from the outside world...... At this moment, Avalon has truly become an isolated island hanging over the sea.

And in the midst of this chaos, in the tumultuous lower town, in the dark alleys. The man in the chair slowly opened his eyes.

Beyond the alley, the sound of steel grinding sounded.

Hundreds. Thousands......

At this critical juncture, the army was mobilized in a big way. At least a small army rushed into the lower city, as if it were stepping onto the battlefield, with tower shields and iron armor, spears reflecting the cold moonlight.

From every direction. The roar of metal friction had already echoed, and countless people had gradually gathered around, with cold killing intent in their eyes.

The iron boots shattered the barrier, and the roar was endless.

"It seems that the House ...... I'm finally starting to do it. ”

A hint of coldness flashed in Ghost Hand's eyes, and he looked back at the closed door behind him. "Sir, it's too late if you don't leave. ”

There was silence in the dark room behind the door.

The shaman seemed to wake up from a dream and opened his eyes.

"Wait a little longer. He said, closing his pupils again.

Darkness and silence.

Ghost Hand was stunned for a moment and sighed sadly.

"Is that what you mean, 'Stay at the door and don't let anyone in'?"

He rubbed his face and sighed softly, "This is a whole company of heavily armored legions, Mr. Shaman." Your order is a bit too strong for a strong man......"

Click, click, click.

The latch opens.

On his arm, the black glove that bound the invisible hand was untied and fell to the ground.

At the entrance to the alley, the cold light of steel flashed, and the advancing hoplite legions raised their spears and aimed them at the old man in front.

Behind the array, in the command ranks of the city guards, someone was roaring.

"Kill him, kill him, drag the shaman out...... All those who resist are to be put to death on the spot!"

The hunched-backed, shriveled man waved the coat of arms in his hand and screamed, "This is Her Majesty's order!"

Ingmar can no longer see the elegance and dignity of the past.

In just a few days, his hair had almost fallen out, revealing a speckled scalp and hunched back, as if he had aged dozens of years.

The massive amount of withered potions cured him from his madness, and completely distorted his mind, causing him to become severely addicted. In just a few days, he had become this crazy look. No matter how unreasonable the order is, as long as it is poured into the brain, it will be obediently executed, like a tattered puppet doll.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come on, get on!" he screamed, like a clown, urging him repeatedly.

Beside him, the commander, who was clearly in control, sat on horseback, raised his hand at his command, and pressed down.

Rumble!

The heavily armored sergeants stepped forward in unison, advancing like a forest, crushing the walls, crushing the bricks and stones, and pushing them towards the lonely old man in front of them.

"That's ...... At least let me prepare. ”

Ghost Hand was stunned for a moment, and some hurriedly ripped strips of cloth from his shirt. Tied up his shoulder-length gray hair, revealing an emaciated face, with regret:

"It's a pity, I should have had some drink. ”

The pair of cloudy pupils lifted, reflecting the steel array of the roaring mountains, licking his lips:

"Let's have some blood first......

Ten minutes ago.

The most central part of the city. In an area that seemed to be engulfed in fog and darkness forever, the sound of steel grinding suddenly came from the ground.

In the thick fog where you couldn't see your fingers, a huge door quietly emerged. Right in front of that door, humanity was as small as dust.

In the closed crack, a terrifying shadow could be seen behind the door.

"It's ...... What?" said Charles.

"What else could it be? ”

Jerome threw a drawing into his arms: "Hurry up, if Gavin fails, then there won't be much time for you to hesitate."

You have fifteen men and four hundred 'Mary's guns', and Sir Newton promises you to do it. I hope you don't disappoint me. ”

"Impossible!"

Charles shook his head in astonishment: "Do you know how heavy it takes to calculate the number of nodes in such a large area and four hundred?

An aether ball was thrown into his arms: "You have four minutes and forty-five seconds left." ”

"You give me an aether ball to use as a bird!" Charles angrily threw the aether ball in his hand to the ground, and then picked it up in frustration: "Forget it, it's better to have than nothing." Damn, there's a 'block' we developed in it, and the score is pretty high......"

"You've got four minutes and thirty seconds left. ”

"That's enough, I'll do the work. Shut up, old man. ”

Charles glared at him, looking arrogant and annoyed. It's like staring at a retarded person who only interferes with his work. Jerome was stunned for a moment, then quickly withdrew his gaze, "Whatever you want." ”

Several square drawings lay flat on the ground, and Charles turned on the aether sphere as a light, looking down at the complex terrain configuration and aether parameters.

It's like petrified, motionless.

In silence. No one spoke. Only he gasped heavily, his pupils fluttering, and he swept over the map over and over again, sweat violently seeping out of the back of his neck and forehead, and falling along his chin on the map. The infestation opened up a trail of water.

Three minutes.

Swallowing at the foam, he pulled out his pen, hesitated, and his fingers snapped down, drawing three large ellipses that crossed each other on the map, with the center of the oval encompassing the gates of the palace.

Tiny dots of ink dotted it, scribbled words quickly marking parameters and locations, and he was so engrossed in them that he lost sight of where he was.

Two minutes.

The pen was tossed aside, and the crisp sound drew attention to Jerome, who turned back to see Charles slumped on the ground, and the blueprint behind him full of annotations.

"It's done. ”

Charles glared at him and gasped: "What are you looking at? Uncle, I'm serious, I'm even afraid of myself!"

Two minutes and fifteen seconds, so fast!

The corners of Jerome's eyes twitched slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the royal musicians carrying the sealing equipment on their backs silently disappeared into the thick fog.

In the silent mist, there were only screeching voices that continued to come from each other.

It was the sound of a long, sharp cone digging into the ground.

"You are more astonishing than Sir Newton said. ”

Jerome stood in front of the huge door and looked back at him: "He is worthy of the genius of the Royal Academy, and his calculation power is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. ”

Charles shook his head lightly, "It's just that he has a good brain, and he has nothing to boast about." ”

...... That's weird!

Charles was actually so empty that he couldn't do it, he was already sweating profusely, and his face was stiff: his brain was good, where did he use his brain after his debut?!

Uncle Charles is rampant in Avalon, relying on his beauty and intuition, okay!

In a nutshell...... The position just now was all blinded by his urgency.

A group of hand-cranked computers that would take me more than two weeks to do for five minutes, you're kidding! Why don't you let me go to heaven?

Therefore, after handing over the results that were arbitrarily obtained by feeling, his heart became more and more worried. If he couldn't start it, would he be killed by this group of angry royal musicians?

And what are these bastards trying to do? Standing outside the palace with sealing utensils...... Do you want to seek a usurper and work in rebellion?

Otherwise, who the would go to the idea of 'sealing the palace'!

No, these guys are too evil.

You have to run if you have a chance......

It was only at the moment when Charles made up his mind that everything was silent. (To be continued.) )