"Shire ......"

Charles heard a groan that seemed to come from hell.

He turned his head, and in a pool of blood, Jerome's withered countenance, his lips open and closed.

That person had already withered and withered under the erosion of the abyssal aura. It looked like weathered bones, but the light of the soul still lingered in his shell, lingering on his breath.

"Pick it up ......"

With the last of his strength, he clenched Charles' palms, and his eyes seemed to be burning with ghostly fire: "Pick it up, Charles! Pick it up! It's just you ...... now."

Only you can stop him!

"Me?"

Charles froze, and he looked down sluggishly, seeing the spear silent in a pool of blood. It was a replica of St. George's Spear, a peerless artifact with the power of a single hit.

"To ...... You want me to go?"

He muttered blankly, shivering when he looked up at the dark shadow rushing towards him.

He really wanted to say if he could change to a more relaxed job for himself, I was innocent, I had made meritorious contributions to Anglo, he had shed blood for the research institute, I wanted to see Newton, why should I go to the battlefield as a civilian research institute, ****** Lao Tzu is not even a musician, you can do it, I don't have a girlfriend yet, I have an old and a young and a junior brother who is worried about my stomach, can I not go on, I am so beautiful and have a peerless talent that I haven't shown, it's a pity to die here.

But if you go up, you will die, if you don't go up, you will die, both ends will die, can you let me pick a good death?

But not a good death.

"So...... Can you only go on?"

He was talking to himself blankly, but his body was subservient to Jerome's language.

Maybe it's because of the hoarse command of the dying man, maybe it's because of the anticipation and majesty that lies in the language, maybe it's ...... It is because of the pursuit and attraction of nature.

Strength.

The power is at the feet.

In a pool of blood, Jerome's eyes were full of anticipation.

Charles, you want to be a waste for the rest of your life. To meet the disappointed eyes of those people, or do you want to be a hero? Even if it's only for a moment......

So, Charles bent down and picked up the power.

Holding it in your hand is like holding a piece of burning iron.

He screamed in pain. Screaming, falling to the ground, convulsive and spasmodic.

There was a flame running in the internal organs that wanted to burn people to ashes, and the great power that surged from the spear engulfed and shattered his will.

Anger rose from his shattered will, causing him to roar.

The roar was like that of a dying dragon, like a substantial dragon bursting from his shell. Lifted, tore everything apart. Jerome, who bore the first of them, was also involved. But the man had a smile of relief on his face.

That's right!

Charles, you can do it and you have to do it!

Jerome grinned and vanished, but what remained of his power gathered in his blood, merging into Charr's cracked skin.

It's like a mortal trying to cross the realm of the gods, only to be incinerated to ashes by the flames of light in an instant. Even if it's just a spare item. But the power of St. George's spear was enough to incinerate him in an instant.

Just this moment, a moment is enough.

As long as the Charr can stop the Lord of Darkness. Well, it's all worth it, even if it's a tragic sacrifice!

Blazing blood gushed out of his shell, and in the midst of his blood, Charles roared in pain, overwhelmed by the power. His eyes emitted a blinding light, as if a scorching sun was burning violently in his shell.

And so power and authority, pain and suffering, came one after another.

He roared, clenching his spear. The faint notes on the spear lit up, bursting with a fiery light that could not be seen directly—the spear had almost lost its confusion, and had become some kind of terrifying being confined to such a form, and the dragon soul sealed in it was roaring and roaring.

So, the sky was shaken.

In the flames of light, Charles clenched his spear and stabbed it out, and in front of the spear, all the aether was incinerated and a vacuum appeared.

In this realm, everything is doomed.

"Delusional!"

In the black tide, the Lord of Darkness roared furiously, as if dragging the entire abyss to sweep in, unstoppable!

The power of the abyss and the spear of St. George collided head-to-head, and even the Avalon Barrier could not detect the changes in it, only a chaos.

In the chaos, the breath of the abyss boiled, setting off frenzied ripples. Charles screamed in pain in the flames of burning light.

"Charles?"

At that moment, at the top of the White Tower, Ye Qingxuan was also stunned. There wasn't enough time for him to hesitate, he gritted his teeth and pressed his palms against the crack in his chest - resonance!

In an instant, the bell rang out.

Xiao Yuan was the fulcrum, and he suddenly pryed the Avalon enchantment.

In the dark cellar, a matrix of sixteen stone tablets roared and twisted, changing angles and positions to form a new structure.

In the violent shock, the moon wheel above the canopy twisted, as if it had experienced a long time in an instant, from the full moon to the mutilation, sliding to the top of the Charr's head.

The moonlight swept down like a torrent of waterfalls, cutting through the chaos and enveloping Charr's body.

"It must work, it must work, it must work......"

Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and prayed, his will guided the power in the enchantment to fall from the sky, and the moonlight transformed and penetrated into Xia Er's body.

Referring to the experience of setting up Xiao Yuan in his body, he restrained the aether of the riot in Charles's body, but felt that he was trying to plug a volcano that was on the verge of eruption.

Ye Qingxuan's face turned pale and spurted out a mouthful of blood, only sharing part of the pressure, but he was almost destroyed from the inside by that pressure.

But Charles is not even a full-fledged musician, and he is able to control that power and keep his body intact...... How terrible is this guy's talent?!

Relying on the support of the tuning instrument, he did not hesitate to transfer all the pressure to the enchantment through Xiao Yuan's lever, mobilizing all the power he could mobilize now, and in an instant, through resonance, he killed into the chaos.

The moonlight wire wrapped around the limbs of the Charles, and was burned and evaporated by the flames of light, but it also perished. Ye Qingxuan endured the intense pain that came every moment, and stubbornly supported the connection between the two. Maintain this resonance.

"Mere Replica ......"

In the darkness of the abyss, the Lord of Darkness gritted his teeth, he changed his form, the shell of a deformed skeleton with his hands outstretched, clutching the spear of St. George in the chest.

The palms rubbed against the flame spear, bursting with sparks. There are constantly all kinds of music theory entangled, distorted, and destroyed, causing a strange aftermath.

He gazed angrily at the close Charles, and through him, he seemed to see the will of the young man in the moonlight. In the abyss, there was a purely malicious thought that rushed into the minds of the two of them.

"I didn't expect it...... It's you ......."

"It's useless!"

Ye Qingxuan stopped in front of Xia Er, and the invisible river in his mind greeted all kinds of abyssal 'images', although he was about to collapse at the touch of a touch, but in the river that collapsed. But a round of moonlight rose, and it withstood the impact of that moment.

Then, he opened his mouth and roared with all his strength:

"--Maxwell, what are you waiting for, old immortal!!!

The scorching sun fell from the sky.

The sword in the stone roared, piercing the darkness and destroying everything.

Sixteen layers of wings broke through the air, and the sword in the stone accumulated to the top. Shoot a sword downward!

This sword has been separated for a thousand years!

The golden chapter of victory roared. A vast vortex was formed in the sea of ether, engulfing all the power that could be reached at its fingertips, bursting from above the blade to form the ultimate formula of the School of Change.

- Elemental Annihilation!

The blade of the sword descended from the sky, and the initiation entered, cutting through the abyss and the head. It also penetrated the core of this avatar, cutting off its brain spindle.

After a muffled sound, there was a dead silence.

The chaos dissipated, the abyss dissipated, and the spear of St. George pierced through the chest of the Lord of Darkness, and the last of its power exploded. Crushed his last counterattack.

"Original...... So ......"

The face of the Lord of Darkness was shattered, as if it had weathered, but with a look of resentment and anger: "Ye Lanzhou, it turns out that you have ......"

With the last of his strength, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to strangle the young man in the moonlight, but his trembling palm shattered and fell apart.

The entire body was pulled by the power of the sword in the stone, quickly collapsing and twisting, and was sucked into the blade with a wail. Until finally, it turned into a wandering shadow in the clear blade.

As it was sealed, the power of Genesis dissipated, and Haydn resealed it in the dossier. He sat back in his wheelchair tiredly, looking old.

Everything is back to the way it was.

The barrier quickly weakened, and in the end it was almost gone, the tuner in the dark cellar fell apart, and the music of rebirth was gone. What comes from the dead is finally back to the dead.

In place, the wings of light behind Maxwell dissipated, and the aura above his head shattered.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, gulping out a shattered light, but as he stared at the quaint sword in his hand that was gradually dissipating its light, he had a look of relief on his face.

"It's done, so many people's sacrifices have not been in vain after all. ”

No one responded, because those people were already dead.

In that untold kingdom of the dead, I don't know if there will be comfort and contentment.

Maxwell, no, the shaman closed his eyes and whispered, "May they find their own value in life......"

Snap.

As St. George's spear shattered, Charles staggered back, his body seemed to be burned red, fine streaks of blood oozing from his pores, and he bent over and vomited blood.

He stared at the fragments of St. George's spear and reached out to hold it, as if he had seen some illusion or dream that did not exist here.

"Don't go......" he said.

The illusion and the dream dissipated.

He closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

Maxwell reached out and grabbed his body, carefully handing him over to the Knight of the Round Table beside him, "Contact the Chant Physician of the Order for urgent treatment."

All files of this operation were permanently sealed after they were submitted to Her Majesty the Queen, and were included in the Sixth Seal. ”

"Yes. ”

Ranmarok bowed his head, carefully holding Charles, and walked towards the open passage.

In the silence, Maxwell looked around at the dark city that had recovered from its cold and bleakness, and sighed softly, "It's finally over." ”

"No, not yet. ”

The hoarse murmur of the boy wafted in the wind, and Maxwell looked back in astonishment, but the boy was no longer visible from the top of the White Tower. (To be continued.) )