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The Emperor drew his sword and slashed forward.

The pitch-black dragon opened its mouth and swallowed flames, and the dragon fire of destruction swept away, dissociating everything and tearing apart the glorious golden light.

But the golden light rushed up again, and the legions of the past gathered again, desperately moving forward, impacting again and again, like the tide of the sea.

The tide crashes on the reef and falls apart.

The dragon of the natural disaster did not move, but waved its wings at will, setting off a cold hurricane, and everything in its path decayed and corrupted.

In the midst of the hosts, the Emperor once again raised his sword and pointed it at his enemy.

"It's you?ah, it's you again......"

Arthur looked at him and couldn't help but laugh: "Hahahaha, look at you, look at you! Are you really used to being a dog?"

The dark dragon power swept over, crushing all the ants that pounced on him, Arthur laughed wildly: "I really picked up all the rags I didn't want!

Finally, I feel guilty, do you want to hug the brothers and sisters of the year to keep warm?"

In the midst of hosts, the emperor was silent.

He looked around at the legions that surrounded him, at his former vassals, at the knights who were constantly attacking the dragon of the Scourge.

The banner of the red dragon is unfurled, and the Knights of the Round Table attack again!

"What if so?"

He clenched the long-lost illusory sword and whispered, "If I could get them back if I were a dog, it wouldn't be a big deal to be a dog forever."

But it was destroyed so that it could not be recovered, and it was impossible for the dead to be resurrected. ”

He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at them again.

"They're all fake, just phantoms in my memory. They are all dead, and they hate me to the bone. Now it's just wishful thinking on my part to come back and help me.

It's better to say that I'm brazen in doing this. ”

"But I have to......"

When he opened it again, his eyes became as firm as iron:

"It's all my fault, and they have to put an end to my mistakes!"

With his voice, the sound of countless steel grinding sounded, and in the sea of light, countless figures reappeared, roaring, and unforgettable hatred burst out from it.

After plundering the power of the Leviathan from the path of ascending to the gods, the dragon power that transformed from the heavenly kingdom on earth was not full of destruction like the dragon of the natural calamity, on the contrary, the lethality plummeted, and in its place, it was more agile than ever, like a living thing.

In it, everyone seemed to have a self and a life, and the hatred and anger in their eyes were so clear.

This is the result of abandoning the road of natural disasters.

The musician splits the consciousness of the self into fragments and cultivates the animality, and at the end of this path, the animalistic elements are sublimated into phantasmal creatures that exist only in legends.

For example, the dragon, for example, the giant serpent that surrounds the atrium, and so on, have transformed into real natural disasters.

But the opposite of this path is to purify the chaotic and crazy beast nature, extract the true human nature, and turn the 'beasts' into 'people', so that they can be out of their own control and have their own life and will.

With this achievement, the former legions of the dead were summoned, and that hatred and anger were once again given souls, and dragons were given their shells and bodies.

Right now......

"The time for revenge has come, Lords. ”

The Emperor whispered, "This is all I can do for you." ”

At that moment, a frantic roar rang out from the array.

"Arthur, Arthur!!!"

The frenzied Iron Giant roared out of the legion, his body shrouded in the heavy and massive armor as if he were locked in a cage.

Heavy rivets were nailed to every joint, and red-hot iron slurry was poured into every crevice.

The armor was like a coffin, sending him to hell, where he would die after being tortured, and even after death, there would be no peace.

The original Round Table Dagonit.

Immediately after, the sound of the neighing of the war horse sounded, and no one roared, but everyone's hearts burst into a roar. On the pitch-black war horse, the headless knight wielded a great sword and rushed out towards the pitch-black Calamity Dragon, the big sword in his hand was full of cracks, and the head in his arms opened his eyes, and his eyes were blood-red.

The first round table, Parcival.

Immediately after, invisible air currents converged from all directions, and one after another children's cries sounded, and in an instant, a vague figure rose from the dragon's might, leaving two lines of blood and tears on the feminine face that resembled a woman.

He bowed to the Emperor, drew his sword, and walked out to the tumultuous battlefield.

The first round table, Gawain.

Behind him was a gloomy and melancholy middle-aged man.

He was the most complete of the Knights of the Round Table, but at the musician's induction, countless wriggling beasts transformed into vicious thorns, growing out of his body, and even implanted with blood, tormenting him for generations.

The knight bowed his head, and after a moment of silence, he sighed softly, put on his steel mask, and clenched his sword.

took a step forward, but set off a galloping thunder.

High-speed reproduction of 1,000 times.

The first round table, Lancelot!

He was followed by the silent Galahad, who set off a great tide of iron and wind......

With the sound of countless steel strings twisting one after another, in the scream of breaking through the sky, the iron light rose into the sky like a torrential rain, falling towards the dragon.

After three rounds of projectiles, the armored knights at the back threw down their chasm-strewn bows, drew their halberds and axes, and plunged into the iron stream.

In the turbulent roar of heaven and earth, the iron light and the natural disaster collided in one place, and blood flowed.

The Scourge Dragon roars.

In the shattered iron light, a dark golden glow ignited, and the war horse crossed the long distance, swallowing a fiery snort, and leaped up. The emperor on the war horse roared angrily, and the blade of the sword in his hand fell.

Blood gushing.

The dragon's massive right eye cracked, scorched by the scorching flames of light, and in the next moment, the flesh increased, the wound healed, and it was reborn. Arthur hissed before he even had time to laugh.

In the healing wound, a flame of light burst out again, tearing the healing area, and the wound reappeared.

It is a beast nature that comes from the same origin, and it is also a force that is in opposition to it. As long as the emperor does not die, the remaining dragon power in the wound will continue to tear the wound again and again, and it will not heal.

"Garbage!

The dragon of the Scourge roared in great pain, spitting dragon fire and burning the legion: "You traitors! I made you! Don't you be grateful?"

The emperor sneered: "Isn't today the time for retribution?"

The claws tore through the air, slapping the blade to pieces. The dragon flapped its wings and roared, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!"

In an instant, he rose into the sky and turned into a dark sun, and endless flames of terrifying light rained down on the world, as if to incinerate all of Avalon to ashes.

But in the flick of a finger, the scorching sun collapsed, the endless light that had gathered dissipated, and the black dragon was beaten back to its original form, and it was even difficult to maintain its flight, struggling in astonishment, and falling from the sky.

Rumble!

The earth shook, Arthur roared, and his right eye, twitching in pain, was raised, but he saw the young man who had closed his eyes leisurely behind the hosts.

White hair fluttered in the foehn like mercury.

He held his cane, his eyes lowered, and a smile on his lips, as if he had sunk into the deepest dreams.

- Dream Realm!

The power belonging to the Dream Weaver unfolded in full, forming a forbidden area that covered the entire sky.

Faults hundreds of meters wide cover the entire sky, completely obscuring all changes inside, making it impossible for the outside world to observe.

The moment he closed his eyes, the place was cut off from the Aether.

The ninth-level Aetheric Sea has been opened up, forming a huge fault that envelops the place, isolating it from the inside and outside, and has turned into a cage.

It's a pity that the situation is not as special as the Holy City - with the collision of the Divine Cauldron and the Hundred Eyes, Ye Qingxuan can call for the true Silent Moon to come, no matter what kind of natural disaster, under that pure purifying light, it will also usher in a tragic obliteration and return to nothingness.

Now, if you give Ye Qingxuan ten dares, you don't dare to do it again.

Last time, the silent warning when the Silent Moon left had already left a thick shadow in Ye Qingxuan's heart.

Ye Qingxuan usually dreams occasionally with the music theory of the Silent Moon, the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, and it doesn't matter if you make a small fuss. If he really dared to pull the Silent Moon out of the Great Source again, the Silent Moon would probably wipe him out without mercy.

But that's all there is to it.

Now, the Dream of Silence has formed a fault in the Aetheric Sea, separating the physical realm from the Aether realm.

Except for Ye Qingxuan, who was able to rely on the Territorial Defense Front to continuously obtain supplies from the Earth and Heavenly Kingdom, Arthur could no longer obtain any power from the Aether Realm, not even a penny!

Even if it is a dragon of natural disasters, when it is imprisoned on the earth, what is the difference between it and a reptile?

"Bastard!"

Arthur roared, the black dragon roared, and countless mist-like dragons emerged from beneath the scales, igniting an unquenchable black flame on his body.

The soil was incinerated and turned into a viscous translucent liquid, and the terrifying heat could still be felt from a hundred meters away.

In the midst of thousands of troops, the giant dragon raised its hideous dragon head and stared at Ye Qingxuan's location.

In an instant, it roared forward.

The earth shook, the hurricane swept through, the blazing wind seemed to burn his lungs, the golden sea was torn apart by the dark track, and Arthur rushed in a rage despite the swords and weapons that stabbed him, and the power of the scourge erupted from the shell, bringing with it a wail that distorted the physical world.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were still lowered, and he didn't move.

It's just that the hands holding the staff of fate gently tapped the iron staff, and the corners of their mouths hooked up with a hint of mockery.

- Anglo expects everyone to do their duty. ”

The Homeland Defense Front, Royal First Navy Fleet, Activated!

And so, the seven seas roared.

With the loud noise of the ocean boiling, the aetheric torrent erupted from the sea. In an instant, the silent satellite island fell apart again, and from within it emerged a huge and hideous outline.

That's a warship!

The legendary fleet that once roamed the seven seas has once again emerged from the depths of the sea, no longer as incomplete as before, shining brightly. In the frenzied aether waves, steel roars, and the cannon warms up and reloads.

Magnificent melodies rang out one after another.

The Ethernet furnace is running overloaded.

Power exceeded.

The lock is complete.

In the next moment, terrifying flames erupted from the main gun.

The cannonball rubbed against the air, and in an instant, it burst into a blinding light. It was like twenty-four meteors falling from the sky, towards Avalon, and even the sound could not catch up.

What surprised Ye Qingxuan even more was that the old-fashioned main cannon was not using the modern mainstream ether crystal, but was driven by airflow compression, and the alchemy matrix provided a special alloy prism with terrifying acceleration.

After hundreds of years of immersion in the sea, the lapis plating on the surface has not decayed. In the terrifying acceleration brought by the alchemy matrix, sparks and electric light burst from the prism, as if it turned into thunder and lightning, and in just an instant, it penetrated a distance of dozens of nautical miles and arrived at Avalon.

Immediately after, a hurricane swept through.

In the continuous roar, the terrifying air pressure rushed to the face, almost suffocating.

The violent wind almost blew Ye Qingxuan away a hundred meters away.

Ash rose into the sky, obscuring the view.

I could only feel the terrifying heat coming from it.

The metal prism is made of alloy, the internal structure is incredibly dense, and its own mass weighs several tons, coupled with the terrifying acceleration brought by the alchemy matrix, once hit, it can directly punch a large hole in the city wall for warships to pass through.

Under the locking and aiming of the ladder, the twenty-four metal prisms hit all of them.

Even if it is an immortal natural disaster, no matter how powerful the physical body is, it still needs to abide by the rules of the material world.

No matter how hard a substance is, it can never be intact under the impact of horror of this magnitude.

In fact, through the smoke, in the induction of the reading line, Ye Qingxuan could already see Arthur's tragic appearance.

In fact, if you remove the extremely thin coating on the surface, the interior of the metal prism is actually composed of complex metal structures, which is an out-and-out achievement of mechanical engineering.

The only purpose is how to inflict more damage on the target.

When the mass impact is over in an instant, the metal prism is deformed under the strong reaction force, and the shell cracks at the same time, and countless paper-thin pieces of iron inside will fly out.

It was designed to hit an enemy ship in a single shot, causing half of the ship's enemies to be pulped into flesh by countless pieces of iron.

In the strong wind, the twisted pieces of iron rolled down at Ye Qingxuan's feet, already covered with minced meat.

Miserable.

It's miserable.

Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, his mood became more and more pleasant, and he raised his hand and looked towards the sky.

In the sky, massive shadows smashed through the clouds and sank, revealing outlines of steel, hovering precisely beyond the interference range of the Silent Realm.

On the deck of the steel ship, Chief Engineer Bishop Carol wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and adjusted the shelling track one last time.

In the core, beneath the layers of armor, the massive heart from the Nomad Mountain beats wildly. Next to the boiling ether pool, all the mechanical engineers wiped cold sweats.

Ninth drive!

For the first time since its inception, it had entered such a terrible mode of operation, almost overloaded, with a massive amount of aether rushing below deck, sending the entire hull with a scorching heat, and the handrails on the ship's side as hot as a soldering iron.

This near-self-extinguishing mode of operation looks like it is used in the last moment when the enemy dies together.

In fact, by the time of the eighth level drive, the engineers in charge of maintenance had already lodged a strong protest.

But where is this?

This is the Inquisition!

No one has ever dared to say 'no' to the Grand Inquisitor's orders, and no one has ever wanted to say so...... The enemy is a natural disaster!

The purification musicians, who have been dreaming of embarking on the road to the East since their birth, are about to burn with excitement, their eyes are red, and they even want to drive the boat and crash directly into it.

The main gun has been warmed up!

Obviously, it was just an arrow on the bow, but the terrifying killing machine fell from the sky, and even the dust did not dare to fly, and they all hid around, revealing the dragon of the natural disaster that was rapidly recovering from its scars in a mess.

Arthur looked up in astonishment, sensing the deadly killing intent coming from the black ship, roaring, and the dragon's power converged, stabbing at the blockade of the dream realm, again and again, almost breaking his dream realm.

"Now, in the name of God and me, here is the purification of original sin! ”

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and the scorching red holy emblem on the hull of the Nomad Mountain emitted a blazing light: "Sinner Arthur, charged with heresy, sentenced to burn at the stake, executed on the spot!"

In that strange silence, the corners of Ye Qingxuan's mouth hooked up a cold smile:

“――Deus-vult！！”

So, the gods wished.

The thunder and fire of punishment fell from the sky!