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In the drowsiness, Mary's golden pupils had a dull look, and when she looked at the man who was close at hand, she saw his face clearly, and a smile appeared on her pale cheeks.

Towards Ye Qingxuan, she smiled and spread her arms, waiting for hugs and death.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

――Dream Realm: Natural Disaster Resonance!

But this time, it wasn't the Dragon Sleep Enchantment that was unfolded.

He raised his left hand, his fingers brushing over the illusory moonlight sword, the blade of the void seemed to cut his fingers, and the blood of the celestial and human flowed out, washing away the non-existent dust on the blade.

Where the fingers passed, the pure white moonlight sword turned pale blue inch by inch.

The music theory of the Silent Moon was covered on it, intertwined, pushing the elements of purification to evolve to the limit, until in the end, only a faint blue glow remained in Ye Qingxuan's hands.

But an unprecedented chill emanated from it.

With its appearance, countless aethers lost all response, killed by the pale blue light......

The moon of silence shines here.

Give all to an equal end.

"Don't be afraid. ”

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, stopped Mary's slender waist into his arms, and whispered in her ear:

"I'm here. ”

Silently.

The Moonlight Sword sank into her heart, pierced through her body, and stabbed out of her back.

At that moment, Mary's eyes widened, and the gold in her pupils was ignited, and she was violently shaken.

The pale blue moonlight ran along the blade of her sword, running through her blood, and everywhere she passed, everything was silent. If Dragon Flame is the nemesis of tangible matter, then the Blue Moon is far beyond the Destroyer of Music Theory.

Under the light of the moon, all things were darkened.

The sword of moonlight pierces through the heart, causing the negative personality in the dragon's blood to burst into a wail, and the moonlight purifies all dragon's blood, cruelly and ruthlessly erasing all traces of the 'ripper' from the inside out.

This is purification.

Where the moonlight came, the dragon's blood cursed, fell apart.

Immediately after that, there is the element of hell that seeps into the form, the abyss music theory...... In the dead silence, everything that is parasitic in it is completely cleansed.

Mary died in the moonlight.

But when the moonlight flowed, the glow of the Golden Chapter of Victory followed, and the dragon's blood replaced the dragon's blood, and the dragon's power replaced the dragon's might, giving her a new life.

Mary is born again!

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With a piercing wail, the crystal crown of the Scepter of Hell vibrated and fell from her head.

Immediately after, the golden dragon's teeth snapped together.

Quack!

The illusory black sun in the sky shook violently, fell apart, and was swallowed up by a golden sea of radiance.

With the performance of the Golden Medallion of Victory, the golden sea of brilliance shrank rapidly, and at last it turned into real gold and iron, intertwined with each other, forming a new crown, which fell on Mary's head.

Above the crown, the deep purple gem that represents the 'elements of hell' shines brightly!

The Lord of Darkness let out a scream.

Such as mourning.

After all the effort, he did not hesitate to gamble on his scepter, and he was close to success, no, after success, he lost everything in such an inexplicable place.

Not only did he fail, but even his own elements were plundered by that golden dragon, and the Scepter of Hell, which originally devoured the Shadow of Avalon, was now swallowed by the Shadow of Avalon.

She found nothing, but Mary became the true king of hell......

"Arthur !!"

His phantom was lifted from the golden dragon's mouth in a final moment, and a faint mist re-formed from the sky.

The Lord of Darkness roared towards the Silent Palace, the highest of the Shadow of Avalon, "What are you doing? When are you going to see it?!Are you going to betray our covenant!!

There was a dead silence, and no one responded.

The Lord of the Shadows could no longer care about revenge, and fled in a hurry, evading the interception of the Nomadic Mountain in the sky, and threw himself into the palace with the last of his strength.

There is still a chance.

There is also a chance to turn defeat into victory in the end.

As long as Arthur is found, as long as he unlocks Arthur's seal, he can regain control of him through the covenant made by the two sides hundreds of years ago, through the loopholes hidden in it......

But when he rushed into the deepest depths of darkness, he fell into a long stupor.

There was a dead silence.

It's like a wordless sneer, a mockery of fate.

In the gloomy palace, the throne hall towers from the highest point, overlooking the throne of Avalon...... Nothing!

Nothing!

The Dark Lord was stunned, and under this ridiculous joke, even his body made of mist froze.

For a long time, for a long time, a hoarse sound came from his throat.

Like a giggle, like the fury of a beast.

"Nothing?"

He roared frantically, smashing the entire throne to pieces: "Why is there nothing? Arthur! Get out! Where are you!

In keeping with the covenant, I have been invited to give you the seat of the calamity, and where are you! You liar!!!! liar"

In the silence, a sigh sounded.

Beneath the shattered throne, a rudimentary ether ball rolled out, and the voice of the voice came out as the words lit up.

"I advised you a long time ago, didn't I?"

The voice said, "Unfortunately, you still messed up everything." ”

"Lancelot, is that you?"

The Dark Lord was incredulous and roared, "Why betrayal!

"Betrayal, don't you have any intention of keeping your covenant?"

Lancelot replied indifferently: "From the beginning, you wanted to control everything, and you did not hesitate to carry my back and launched the plan on your own. Until now, you have not forgotten to turn over, even at the risk of putting Your Majesty in danger......"

"Lancelot, what the hell do you want to do!!"

"Isn't it obvious that you have failed, that you have been abandoned?" said Lancelot lightly, "although the days of cooperation with you have not been pleasant, but out of politeness, I wish you all the best in the future." ”

Boom!

The ether ball ruptures in the hands of the Lord of Darkness.

He trampled the splinters in anger and roared.

At the door, a sigh of relief rang out.

"I was scared to death, I thought it was a step too late......"

Stone stepped into the throne hall and stared at the Dark Lord, smiling happily, "I don't know what happened, but you should be out of the way now, right?"

Under the numb gaze of the Dark Lord, dozens of purification musicians walked through the door and surrounded him.

"I didn't expect that the inquisition had just reopened, and it ushered in a heavyweight VIP ......"

He rubbed his hands expectantly and stared at the heretic in front of him, his eyes enthusiastic and hungry: "Sure enough, the old saying is true—it's better to die than to live." As long as you live long enough, what strange things can't be touched?"

The mist around the Dark Lord Monarch fluctuated violently, and his eyes were red when he was enraged by Stone's wanton eyes.

But soon, his eyes became flustered.

Because Stone slowly took out a small bottle from his arms.

The fist-sized bottle seems to have been stored close to the body for a long time, and it is always taken out and wiped diligently, without a trace of dust, and it is extremely well maintained.

With a pop, the cork was pulled off.

The crisp voice caused the mist that made up the body of the Dark Lord to tremble.

"Please, Your Majesty. ”

Stone's steel vocal cords rubbed and quacked:

"Our good days are still long......"

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As the Scepter of Hell shattered, so did the sea of light. Eventually, the shadow of Avalon returned to silence, becoming more and more dilapidated, and no longer in its former glory.

The golden dragon also faded and blurred. At the end, something seemed to come out of the light with a little paw, put it on his shoulder, and patted it in appreciation.

Well done, keep up the good work!

Immediately after, the golden dragon power dissipated without a trace.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and caught the weak Mary.

Mary awoke from her trance and smiled reluctantly at the sight of a face close at hand.

"Rest first, Your Majesty, it's over. ”

Ye Qingxuan said softly.

"I see it...... Memories of that thing......" Mary murmured softly, "Be careful, resurrected ...... Not Leviathan...... It's not ......."

She wanted to say more, but the last of her will was exhausted, and her eyes closed weakly, and she fell into a long stupor.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and frowned.

He didn't understand what Mary meant.

But it was clear that she must have seen something when the Lord of Darkness parasitized Mary, and saw something that she had to remind herself of even with all her strength.

It wasn't the Leviathan who was resurrected?

There were too many questions left unanswered, so that he did not dare to relax at all after defeating the Dark Lord, and a sense of foreboding still lingered in his heart.

It didn't take long for Stone to return.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head.

"Solved?"

"Hmm. ”

Stone bowed his head and lifted the palm-sized bottle in his hand.

In the bottle, it seemed to be filled with the fire of purgatory, a red, and in the deepest part of the firelight, in the cage of layers of music theory, a figure formed by the fog convulsed in pain, and even had no strength to scream anymore.

Although he wasted his hands and feet, he didn't run away. ”

"There's one less trouble. ”

Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, only to see Shi Stone's complicated face.

"What's wrong?"

Stone sighed, "Our alchemist has found something in the palace. If I'm guessing correctly, we're just getting started......"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook the bottle in his hand—the flickering of the firelight caused the weakly twitching figure to struggle in pain again.

"Wake up, Your Excellency, the story meeting has begun. ”

Stone raised his hand, put his old face on the bottle, and gently urged, "Stand up and share your embarrassing little secret with everyone." ”

"You are dreaming!!" The Lord of Darkness roared, "You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Stone shook the bottle impatiently, and as he shook, the torture caused by the Purifying Fire became more and more painful, making it difficult for him to suppress his screams.

It didn't take long for the sound of a plea for mercy to sound from within.

The Inquisition has always had a set of torturers, not to mention a big man like the Dark Lords, who has already prepared a full set of services for him. Not only for the torture of will, but also for the erosion and destruction of music theory.

This is a cage specially built for this kind of thing, and for a long time, Stone has been keeping it close to him, never leaving his body, and never breaking it in the slightest.

As long as it stays in that bottle, it will never be able to turn over, and can only be used as a plaything.

It's a pity that when he wanted to speak, Ye Qingxuan didn't need his answer anymore.

At that moment, the earth shook suddenly.

A crack suddenly cracked in the sky of Avalon's Shadows, and a faint stream of light flew in, flying like a headless fly in the sky of the Shadow City.

In the end, he finally sensed Ye Qingxuan's existence, and under the echo of music theory, he fell from the air and threw himself at his location.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and tightened his grip on the thing that took the initiative to fall into his hand.

It was an ancient scroll.

I don't know how much time has passed, the color has become dull, and the leather is covered with scratches. The hand was heavy, Ye Qingxuan's hand shook, and he almost couldn't grasp it steadily.

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan's face turned iron-blue, and the palm holding the scroll trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?"

It was the first time Shi Stone saw such a gloomy Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan didn't speak, just reversed his wrist and showed him the character engraved on the head of the scroll, the name of the scroll......

- Genesis!

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Five minutes before the edge of Uptown.

Under the vast barrier, the old musician fell to his knees weakly.

He struggled to look down at the blade of the sword emerging from his chest, blood pouring from the wound and staining his robes red.

Lancelot...... Why?"

"I'm sorry, Lord Haydn. ”

Lancelot drew his sword expressionlessly: "Thank you for everything you have done for this country. ”

Haydn fell to the ground.

Sticky blood slowly flowed out of his shell, taking the last of his life. Haydn struggled to reach out, stained with blood, trying to make the last note, but the back of his hand was trampled by iron boots.

Lancelot looked down at him, casting the shadow of death.

"- Anglo will remember your contributions, but you are no longer needed. ”

The blade lifts and falls.

Haydn's head rolled to the ground, losing all breath.

The cloudy pupils widened, and he couldn't bare until he died.

Lancelot coldly put away his blade and kicked the head in the way, then, lifting the heavy iron box on the ground, turned his head to look at the child huddled in the corner.

"Let's go, Your Highness. ”

He said lightly:

It's time to put an end to this. ”

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At that moment, Genesis quietly disintegrated.

Heaven and earth roared.

In the distance, there was a loud boiling sound in the ocean.

It was like the seven seas cheering, and countless demons screamed.

The Avalon earthquake set off a terrifying tidal wave that swept in all directions.

And just beneath the layers of the earth's crust, the rushing river of blood lost its last restraints and spread rapidly towards the earth, and everywhere it passed, all the earth and stones were rapidly activated, and the flesh and blood were beating.

The last line of defense of the country, the remnants of the Leviathan......

- The third seal, breakthrough!