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It is not the Leviathan that is resurrected.

Nor can it be......

Ye Qingxuan decoded the alchemy matrix, read the remaining information in it, and re-excavated the dark fragments that had been buried in the long past, and piece together little by little, into the prototype closest to the truth.

The reason why Arthur failed to ascend to God is still unknown.

But now it seems that the art of ascending to the gods may not have failed, but it is better to say...... Paused because of an accident.

All the smoothly functioning alchemy matrices show this.

Everything was going on flawlessly, as Hermes had envisioned, everything was ready, except for the last crucial step.

- Turn Arthur into a scourge.

Leviathan's consciousness has been erased, and all of Leviathan's power has been separated, leaving Arthur with its infinite power.

But everything stopped awkwardly at this step.

One step away, it's like an abyss.

I don't know exactly what happened, but the end result is exactly what everyone sees.

The defeated Arthur was sealed in the palace of the Shadow of Avalon, and the Leviathan's power, without its owner, could only become a cyclical phenomenon, constantly trying to converge towards the core, trying to complete the final step that could never be continued.

That's how it all started.

Since then, hundreds of years of pain and suffering have begun.

As long as Arthur exists, the power of the Leviathan will never dissipate, and will continue to return, again and again.

And the most ridiculous thing is that for hundreds of years, the ...... that has prevented Arthur from taking the last step It was his heir, the heir of the dragon's blood and the curse.

On the one hand, successive generations of royalty have continued to strengthen the seal of the Shadow of Avalon.

On the other hand, they used the dragon-blooded royals as bait to extract the power of the Leviathan, and then destroyed them together with the victims, delaying the completion of the god-ascending technique indefinitely......

This is a paradox.

Without dragon's blood, they cannot control Anglo's homeland defense front and block the return of Leviathan's forces. But those who have dragon blood will never be able to resist the Leviathan...... That is, Arthur's order.

The blood from the Leviathan brings them strength, but also the curse they are born with.

Just like Ye Qingxuan in the past, even if he was only facing a few drops of Leviathan's blood, he had no power to resist. If it weren't for the blood of heaven and man who was not afraid of the iron of decay, Ye Qingxuan would not have been able to escape the threat of the curse at all.

And once the bloodline is rich enough to awaken the dragon's power, then the sleeping beast nature in the dragon's blood will gradually penetrate the host's consciousness, breaking the stability of the spirit, and producing a deformed personality, just like Mary, falling into madness.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the bottle in Stone's hand, his eyes becoming more and more indifferent.

"--What else did you not say?"

The figure in the bottle trembled, and quickly explained: "It's all said! It's all said! I told you everything I knew." ”

Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved his hand.

Stone smiled, raised his hand, and shook the bottle quickly.

He likes to play like that.

I will never let go of the opportunity at every opportunity.

Shaking like this every day, cultivating his body and mind, he felt that he could live another hundred years......

The flames of fire swelled like water, bringing torture and pain beyond the limits, and after gathering the wisdom of the Inquisition for centuries, it was unreservedly inflicted on the Lord of the Shadows.

Hoarse scolding, roaring in pain, moaning weakly, and at last, there was no more sound.

It's like it's dead.

Stone stopped.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the bottle indifferently: "Now, do you have anything else to add?For example, why did you go to such lengths to control Mary and take the trouble to bring her into the palace of the Shadow of Avalon?"

The figure in the bottle twitched in pain, for a long, difficult sound.

"Shell...... Arthur needs a new shell......"

The villain in the bottle no longer dared to hide it, and told everything he knew: "Arthur is almost unable to hold on, his flesh is almost necrotic, and it is connected to the seal...... If you want to be free, you have to change to a new shell......"

After a long silence, Ye Qingxuan sat on the ground, tilted his head, lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and looked indifferent.

"It's a pity, you should have said it earlier. ”

Stone understood, stepped aside, and shook the bottle frantically.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan smoked quietly, his face gloomy.

He finally understood why Maxwell had rebelled.

He had to kill Elizabeth.

Have to.

Elizabeth's dragon blood was too strong.

She should have died tortured fifteen years ago, but Hermes continued his life, and also continued the curse - dragon blood will grow stronger over time, if Ye Qingxuan is not mistaken, the purity of Elizabeth's blood has even exceeded the limit.

In order to smoothly transition the kingdom into Mary's hands, she did not hesitate to turn herself into a monster.

But at the same time, she also became Arthur's alternate body......

After Maxwell's cruel attack, Elizabeth was killed by the dragon slayer, and the dragon blood in her body began to corrupt and became unusable. Arthur, then, was left with only one choice......

Mary.

In order to control Arthur, the Lord of Darkness launched in advance, intending to control Mary in his hands and coerce Arthur into submission.

Otherwise, once Arthur succeeds in resurrection, wielding the power of Leviathan, the scepter of heaven on earth and the power of the king of hell, then there will be no more chance to control him in his hands.

It's a pity that the mechanism is exhausted.

He has been abandoned.

Or rather, from the very beginning, Arthur never trusted him.

So......

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the dark dome above his head.

Now, is it too late?

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In the darkness, Lancelot lit a flame.

The flames leaped, illuminating his face, and on the steps ten paces away, the withered man leaned against the throne. and, above the throne...... The king who had lost his breath.

As if sensing that it was coming, the withered and decadent man raised his pupils and looked over.

Lancelot frowned, just lowered his head, sent the flame into the wind lamp, tightened it, and placed it on the ground. A soft glow lit up from it, illuminating the dilapidated throne hall.

He raised his head and looked at the old man through the barrier formed by the sword in the stone, "Maxwell, long time no see. ”

Maxwell sneered and shook his head, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

"Hmm. ”

Lancelot bowed slightly, not feeling ashamed or embarrassed when he confessed.

As always, indifferent.

He just looked at Maxwell, looked at the silent ancient sword that he casually threw on the steps, and sighed softly for a long time, "For so many years, I have never understood why the sword in the stone chose you. ”

"What's not to understand?"

Maxwell replied indifferently: "You should have gotten the Sword in the Stone, but you always have the embers of original sin in your heart. ”

"Me?"

Lancelot was amused by Maxwell, "I thought I was morally perfect compared to you." ”

"Stop humiliating morality, Lancelot. ”

Maxwell looked at him coldly: "If I'm not mistaken: you chose the family among the happiness of your sister's life and the family, didn't you......?

You secretly betrayed Ye Lanzhou to the Order, and your father had to face a cruel choice between the family and his daughter, and after being forced to expel his own daughter, he was overwhelmed and chose to kill himself.

From beginning to end, the only one who has achieved is you. ”

"My father was so weak that he had forgotten the fate of the Lancelot family. Lancelot was still indifferent: "Ye Lanzhou's existence will ruin everything - and no matter what, the family must be preserved." ”

Maxwell couldn't help but sneer, "Then I want to congratulate you on getting what you wanted." You've already got the family, so why ask for more?"

"Successive heads of families have died in the service of the royal family, and I am no exception. ”

"Yes, it's just that the emperor you're loyal to is different from the others......"

"In the beginning, this was the fate of the Lancelot family, and it was also a curse that was wrapped around our blood...... It's not just the country and the royal family that are cursed, Maxwell, but also our ......."

Lancelot asked coldly, "But what kind of mistakes have we made? Nothing! We have given everything for Anglo, but we have fallen to the point where we have to cut off our inheritance."

We are born to force ourselves into a cage, and the heads of the family have been nothing more than prisoners of this armor, struggling, giving everything, even the offspring...... When Christine was born, everyone was singing and dancing, but do you know how painful I am?

She had always felt guilty that she was not a man and could not inherit Lancelot's armor, but how could I want her to inherit this tragic fate?

Tell me, Maxwell, what's wrong with seeking relief!"

"Does it include trampling the glory of your ancestors under your feet, including betraying everything, including surrendering to natural disasters?"

Lancelot finally laughed and sneered:

"Isn't this country created by natural disasters in the first place?"

Maxwell was silent, lowered his head, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's my fault, why should I talk to you about these meaningless things?" After so many years of intriguing, my brain has become muddy, and I can't even remember my true face.

Your logic could be used to satisfy yourself, Lancelot, but it's complete bullshit to me.

If it hadn't been for someone reminding me, I would have almost forgotten about it......

-- A mistake is a mistake, and even if it is for the sake of the so-called overall situation, the mistake must be liquidated, otherwise the 'right' will have no meaning in existence.

It's been so long that we've forgotten why it all came to be the way it was in the first place. ”

He paused, and there was a hint of cold killing intent in his eyes: "I should have figured this out a long time ago, Lancelot, but unfortunately, it was too late to make up my mind." ”

"Yes, you chose to kill the king after all. ”

Lancelot looked at him, "I still underestimated you after all...... Just the slightest clue will make you vigilant in advance. I thought I would never be able to beat you - your sense of smell and your determination were terrifying.

It's scary, Maxwell. ”

Maxwell shrugged:

"I'm sorry, I was born this way. ”

Lancelot lowered his head and sighed, "If it weren't for you, Your Majesty would have been resurrected a long time ago, and there is no need to waste so much time." ”

In the silence, Maxwell was stunned for a long time, raised his head, and narrowed his eyes.

"Lancelot, you...... Say what?"

"Did you forget something?"

Lancelot glanced at him, turned around, beckoned to the outside of the palace, and called softly, "Please come in, Your Highness." ”

At Lancelot's call, the emaciated boy walked in through the door, struggling to hold an iron box that was too large for him, and looked around timidly.

The moment he appeared, Maxwell's face changed.

Great Prince!

It was the eldest prince forgotten by everyone, the mentally retarded man who was born deformed and could not grow up......

Lancelot reached out and stroked the eldest prince's hair, looking up at Maxwell, "I know, you poisoned him in advance in order to rule out the possibility of him becoming a carrier, but it's a pity...... He is King Arthur's blood after all. ”

"Uncle Lancelot, where's my sister?"

The Grand Prince curled up behind Lancelot in horror, timidly looking at the withered Maxwell, and finally, at the top of the throne: "What's wrong with Mom? Why didn't she speak?"

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty is asleep. ”

Lancelot softly comforted him, raised his hand, and pointed at Maxwell: "It was the bearded guy who hurt Your Majesty." ”

"Lancelot !!"

Maxwell roared, "It's not too late to turn back! Do you know what you're doing!"

Lancelot ignored him, just lowered his head and whispered in the eldest prince's ear: "Your Highness, do you want to protect your mother?"

The eldest prince glanced at Maxwell in fear, frightened by his angry appearance, and nodded with all his courage:

"Yes. ”

So, Lancelot laughed.