Before the Nomad Mountain was killed by Ye Qingxuan, as one of the few strong people in the sea, the monster that directly inherited the Leviathan bloodline, in addition to the astonishing vitality and activity, also had a huge body commensurate with this power. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Its total length has reached an eye-popping 1,170 meters, which is more than five times that of the current conventional large warships of various countries.

Just to break it apart, the musicians of the Inquisition converted an entire haven into a planing platform.

Among them, in addition to the terrifying scales of defense, the vital heart and the most terrifying skull, Ye Qingxuan obtained, as well as the vital organs that supported such a huge body as the Nomad Mountain.

Undoubtedly, the spine.

Thanks to the terrifying size of the Nomad Mountain, the length of the battleship after the reforgment also reached a sensational length of four hundred meters. The most important of these keels is a patchwork of the hardest parts of the spine.

After secondary cultivation and rough processing, hundreds of vertebrae are fused into one. During the voyage, it showed unprecedented terrifying intensity and performance, and this was still limited to manpower and materials, unable to be finely processed, and not attached to the rough treatment of other alchemy matrices.

It also has terrifying potential that can be enhanced.

In addition to this, most of the remaining spine was made through more elaborate processes and meticulous crafting, and was called the battleship's main gun, the 'Merger', through the Inquisition's special technology.

Of the remaining vertebrae, only twenty-four segments remained.

These twenty-four verses are not unusable waste, on the contrary, they are the essence of their body.

They are important organs that build the aetheric circulation in the body of the Nomadic Mountain.

With the aether and power in their blood, the Nomad Mountains are able to unleash their power, harness storms and tides, and call for terrifying tornadoes and storms capable of engulfing all fleets.

They are innate instruments, alchemical matrices generated by the music theory of the Catastrophe itself.

At the suggestion of Chief Engineer Carroll, eighteen bone joints were embedded in the alchemy matrix of the ship's hull, parallel to the Aether Pool, incorporating the original ability to levitate and the power to call for tides and storms.

The other six joints were all made into weapons.

Weapons made in response to natural disasters.

After a long period of refining and manufacturing by alchemists, only three have been successfully crafted, and the material is no longer the rough bones of the past, but like crystal crystals.

After all the alchemy matrices were compressed and rearranged, the parts that were not related to lethality were eliminated, and its volume was reduced to one-tenth of its original size.

And the destructive power has risen to more than 100 times!

Ninth drive, overload operation.

With Ye Qingxuan's order, in a roar that was close to collapse, the main cannon of the Prayer Joiner was aimed at Avalon, which was covered in destruction, and a terrifying glow burst out, a hurricane was lifted, and then it was torn apart.

In the sky, the dark clouds were turbulent.

It was as if a god had dropped a sword of punishment from the heavens.

The crystal spine shaped into the emblem fell from the sky, and the improvised lapis plating rubbed against the air, and in just an instant, it climbed to the ignition point, bursting out with a terrible scorching red light.

With the flick of his fingers, after penetrating the fault arranged by Ye Qingxuan, the thin lapidium shell fell off from it, and the crystal holy emblem burst out with terrifying light.

Endless electric light converged on it, bursting out with great wind and thunder.

The stars have fallen!

The short distance of a kilometer was leaped over, and the burning light of the Holy Emblem illuminated the deformed head of the Calamity Dragon, and the stunned and stiff expression.

In the next moment, he mercilessly tore that rotten face to shreds, and by the way, attached to its head, penetrated from the crack in the neck into the abdominal cavity.

The sound of the emblem cracking was mixed with a belated roar and a loud noise, which seemed silent, but it brought terrifying consequences far better than the impact of quality.

Without a head, he can burst out with a terrible scream.

The body of the Scourge Dragon suddenly swelled, like an inferior hollow rubber doll that had been blown up, and it was several times more than the original.

The scorching red light like lava rushed under the skin, and the terrifying heat could still be felt from a long distance, but this was only the beginning.

Immediately after that, bursting out of every pore was an electric light that condensed to almost liquidity.

As if in an instant, a huge thundercloud burst into its shell, and the thunder and lightning that had been accumulated in the cloud for a long time were completely triggered, burning everything it touched into coke.

Built on the theme of ocean tides and storms, the joints, once triggered, will affect the surrounding moisture and create thunderclouds that cover the entire city at the snap of a finger, triggering world-destroying thunder.

Now, all the destruction has been stuffed into the body of the Scourge Dragon.

Flesh, Bone, Aether Cycle...... Everything was smashed with an almost violent force, destroyed, crushed into ashes.

In the roar of turmoil, Arthur's body instantly stiffened, and was burned into char by the thunder that erupted from within. The life force of the Scourge had reborn him, and he had been destroyed by the storm again.

This is the torture of being above and burning at the stake, like an endless thousand cuts.

How many times have you been killed in a short instant?

The scourge that had evaporated into dust roared, and the Leviathan's forces forcibly suppressed it inward, forcibly extinguishing all thunderstorms. The Scourge Dragon's shell resurfaced, only to be riddled with holes.

On the shattered earth, charred and blackened, the viscous blood struggled angrily like a living thing, converging towards the iron-forged skeleton in the center.

The shattered skeleton vibrated and quickly healed the rift, and bundles of new flesh sprouts grew out of it like plants, closing the ribcage and closing the membrane, and beneath the membrane, the massive heart of the newborn began to beat rapidly.

The shattered skull grew in value, and the remaining pupils opened again.

This time, in addition to anger and madness, there was a hint of ...... Panic that cannot be disguised and disguised.

Wrong.

What's wrong......

It became a natural disaster, gained strength, will never die again, holds eternity in hand, and power is in sight. Everything in the world awaits its conquest, and Long Wei will cover the seven seas, and he will reign over the entire material realm as the only emperor and eternal master.

But what is happening now is completely different from what should have been expected.

Not only did he lose all his prepared bodies, but he could only live in a clumsy shell with no qualifications, and he was forced to be reincarnated before the path to the gods was completed, constantly enduring unprecedented insults, bound fights, and the pain and anger of being hit again and again, and even now, he has begun to despair of this strange world.

"The old gods are dying, Your Majesty...... So I am, and so do you. ”

Merlin's mocking laughter rang in his ears again, and he went berserk, and he looked around angrily, his bare claws slapping against the congealed clods, roaring, wrestling with the golden dragon's might, frantically breaking through the defenses, no longer entangled, trying to break through.

But when he broke through the towering shield wall, what he saw was not freedom.

Rather, the silent emperor.

In the hands of the emperor, the luxurious and holy long sword was held high, obviously a memory of nothingness, a fake reshaped by Long Wei, but there was a beauty of determination and coldness.

"It's over, Arthur. ”

The Emperor softly said goodbye, and the illusory sword in the stone slashed down, piercing through its remaining pupils, causing the Calamity Dragon to wail in pain.

Then, the hosts roared, and in the roar of the undead, the legion conjured up by the dragon's might pounced, brandished its sword, and rushed towards Arthur.

Chop with a knife, chop with an axe, and use all the weapons at your fingertips, leaving scars on Arthur's body at all costs. When a weapon is broken, you tear it with your hands, if your nails are broken, you use your bones to grasp them, and if your hands are broken, you bite them with your teeth......

That's not a fight anymore, it's torture.

It's like hell has come to earth.

The hatred and pain that had accumulated for hundreds of years since his death erupted today, and countless angry ants were disintegrating the dragon bit by bit, causing the natural disaster to cry out in pain.

After the hosts, the Emperor stood silently with his sword in hand, his dim eyes gazing at the mad souls and the dragons that wailed, twitched, and tumulted in pain.

Beneath the armor, the scars cracked.

The fingers holding the hilt of the sword trembled.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the painful blood between his lips and teeth.

It's over, Arthur.

It's time to wrap it up.

"It's useless! It's useless! It's all useless!"

In the endless torment, the shattered dragon of the scourge let out a hoarse laugh, taunting the ants: "You can't kill me! No one can kill me!

Even if I die here, I will be reborn in a hundred years...... I am immortal!

I have made this nation, I have sprinkled my legend all over the seven seas, and countless people have blessed my name! I am with Anglo, and as long as this country is not destroyed, I will return!"

"That's the end of the big dreams, Arthur. ”

A hoarse sigh rang out.

Amid the roars and roars of tens of thousands, that deep voice rang out in Arthur's ears, with an unprecedented coldness and indifference, which made the dragon of the scourge stiffen, and a tidal wave of panic rose from his heart.

It's Ye Qingxuan.

Outside the battlefield, the white-haired young man bowed his head.

He raised his cracked hands, fumbled out a torn carton from his pocket, shook it for a long time, picked out half of the unbroken cigarette roll from it, and lit it with the fire from his fingertips.

After taking a deep breath, he shook out the flames on his fingers and exhaled a blur of smoke.

Obviously his eyes were closed, but when he tilted his head to look in Arthur's direction, it made people feel that there must be out-and-out abuse and mockery in those eyes.

In Arthur's stupe, he smiled and asked softly, "Did you know that there is something called the 'Grail of Destruction'?"

At that moment, it was as if despair had transformed into a body and fell from the sky.

The Calamity Dragon roared wildly, its shattered body wriggling, and crawled frantically towards Ye Qingxuan's location. But as Ye Qingxuan's palm was raised, the surging veins under the entire Avalon emitted an earth-shattering roar.

In the heavenly kingdom on earth, the ancient scroll of "Genesis" unfolded again, absorbing endless power, and descended on Avalon again, countless forbidden music theories unfolded out of thin air, and the music theory of the Transcendent Domain was erected.

First, there must be light.

In the icy light, Arthur was enveloped in a vast realm, isolated from the inside and out. It was like a massive glass wall that closed the sky and the earth, pulling him into another world.

The ode to creation now contains the image of destruction.

Countless hubs operated, huge gears tens of meters high rotated, the alchemy matrix of the Homeland Defense Front changed rapidly, and one huge cable after another burst out of the shattered earth and connected to the huge realm shaped by the Genesis.

It was like a huge crystal six-sided cube falling from the sky, imprisoning Arthur in it, allowing the shattered dragon to struggle frantically, but unable to break through the invisible cage, and could only watch despair engulf itself little by little.

In front of the fault of the six-sided cube, Ye Qingxuan finally opened his eyes, raised his head, and stared at Arthur, as if he was pitying, sympathizing with his next encounter, and his tone became warm and soft.

It's like a deceased person with a death notice in his hand.

"Don't worry, natural disasters don't die. Even if your consciousness is burned out in the fire, your power will flow into the kingdom of heaven on earth to make your final contribution to this nation. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled and waved goodbye:

"Congratulations, Arthur, you're finally truly with Anglo. ”

The dark dragon roared in despair, like a wail, like utter madness, roaring, the voice was faint and broken, like a man, like a beast.

In the slow start of the Grail of Destruction, he roared and pleaded. wanted Ye Qingxuan to die without a place to be buried and tortured forever, and suddenly promised him eternal glory and brilliance, even at the expense of transferring all his strength. Immediately afterwards, he shouted some big secret, but in an instant, he changed another set of rhetoric.

From anger, to frustration, from struggling and pleading, to finally numbness.

Utter despair.

"Why ......"

He looked at Ye Qingxuan blankly, "Tell me, why?"

Ye Qingxuan smoked the half of the remaining cigarette, raised his eyebrows, and shook his head a little nerve-wrenchingly:

"If I had to ask why, I have a whole bunch of reasons here, and I could publish a five-hundred-page book that justifies your death and failure from multiple angles.

But at the end of the day, you have no chance of winning this war from the start......"

He raised his hand, took off the cigarette that was about to burn out at the corner of his mouth, and replied indifferently:

"—because, you're in my way. ”

Cigarette rolls pop out between your fingers.

The dim red light made a graceful arc in the air, passing through the crystal cube. The faint spark illuminated Arthur's numb pupils and ignited the fire of destruction.

In just an instant, a terrifying flame of light erupted from it.

In an instant, the scorching sun was born from it.

Under the endless supply of aether, pure destruction burst out of it, thunder and lightning, earth, water, fire, and wind shattered, and the terrifying spectacle of the end of the universe was staged from it.

The terrifying light of a thousand suns destroying at the same time burst out one after another, and even if you block it with your hand, you can clearly see the translucent bones.

The Holy Grail of Destruction.

The terrifying power that was originally intended to destroy all of Anglo erupted in the Hexahedron Realm, filling every corner. In just an instant, the pitch-black dragon of the scourge was engulfed.

Silently.

Beyond the realm of Genesis, there is no cry of pain and a roar of pain, only a palpitating silence.

How many times has it been reborn in it?

Hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands?

In the end, in that endless destruction, all consciousness and all spirit were wiped out.

Everything was destroyed.

Visible, intangible.

Only the power of the Leviathan, which had been stripped back from it, was mercilessly extracted by the matrix of the heavenly kingdom on earth, coldly cutting off all possibilities of Arthur's resurrection.

Death is so long, and yet so short.

Between the quiet sea and the sky, in the city that is almost in ruins, only the pure flame burns.

The light tore through the darkness of heaven and earth, dispelled the clouds and the undispersed fog, and illuminated the lightless ocean.

The country, buried in darkness, is back in the light of day.

Back in the material realm.

Until finally, the fire was extinguished.

In a crisp sound, the hexahedron shattered and dissipated. No ashes flew out of it, and even the ashes were burned into nothingness.

Only the hoarse sigh of the emperor.

It's over.

These hundreds of years of pain and struggle, the curse that haunts this country and everyone, and that relationship that shouldn't have started at all.

Would all this have been different if the fisherman's son had not visited that mirror-like lake hundreds of years ago?

He stood silently on the edge of the palace, staring at the pre-dawn sea in the distance.

"What are your plans for the future?"

Ye Qingxuan held his cane, stepped forward, stood next to him, tilted his head to look at him, and seemed to smile: "Continue to rule this country?"

"Forget it. ”

The Emperor shook his head: "I have only ruled once, and I have done it so badly, do you want to clean up the mess again? ”

"What about you?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him seriously: "You won't tell me that you are going to die soon, right?"

Collapse!

The emperor shot quickly, Ye Qingxuan didn't react at all, he only felt that as soon as there was a flower in front of him, he was knocked on the door of his head fiercely, and he gasped and grinned in pain.

Seeing his appearance, the emperor whistled rather undignified and smiled happily:

"I've wanted to do that. ”

Syllable.

A subtle cracking sound rang out from his hand, a crack appearing on that finger.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and the smile that he didn't have time to show stiffened on his face.

The emperor hid his hands behind his back in embarrassment, and after being silent for a long time, he couldn't help but sigh: "At least one thing you guessed correctly, I won't say that kind of nonsense to say goodbye." ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and did not speak.

The emperor held his sword and suddenly asked:

"Where did Bai Xi go?"

"Oriental. Ye Qingxuan replied in a muffled voice.

"Get her back sooner. I will make Mary a princess. The emperor did not hesitate to give the reward, and did not forget to glance at Ye Qingxuan: "She is much better than you and Vito." ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, rubbed his nose, and said in a muffled voice:

"She'll be back. ”

The Emperor nodded, "Abraham and Charles will too, right? And Vito that kid, he must have gone crazy all these years outside, only you can control him, remember to get him back." ”

"Yes. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "Everything will return to normal, don't worry." ”

"That's good. ”

The Emperor nodded, stared at the sea in the distance, and smiled from the bottom of his heart:

"It's wonderful, this world. Why didn't I find out sooner?"

Ye Qingxuan didn't speak.

He lowered his head, raised his hand, and covered his face, but he couldn't wipe away his tears and couldn't help choking.

It's like being a homeless little kid.

"Don't go, can't you?"

"Of course not. ”

The emperor shook his head helplessly: "Arthur and I were originally one, and the son of a fisherman and a madman who wanted to become a natural disaster were also the same. You don't have to be sad that this decline is the result of my own doing.

Merlin is actually right, the old times are coming to an end, so let the name Arthur be forgotten with it. ”

Ye Qingxuan didn't speak.

The emperor sighed, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his hair: "Get Bai Xi back early." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Qingxuan wiped his eyes and raised his reddened eye sockets.

The emperor sighed, like an old lady, and couldn't help but be verbose: "Be stronger, don't let others bully you anymore." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"Don't let down the girls who love you, and don't be like me. ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"And ......"

The emperor wanted to speak and stopped, and after a long time, he patted his head helplessly: "There is anything I can't remember for a while, so let's stop here, don't be verbose."

Remember, what you promised me, I'll oversee you!"

Ye Qingxuan nodded silently, and the emperor smiled, his cracked face was full of happiness and relief, looking at the young man's eyes gently, just like back then, the two met in the falling snow.

When we stand together, we feel warm, and even if the world is cold, we are no longer alone.

"Ye Qingxuan, it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Me too. ”

"We're good friends, aren't we?"

"Well, best friend. ”

So, the emperor nodded, satisfied, and no longer thirsted for more.

In the silence, I don't know how long it has been, only the sound of a small crack.

Gradually, there were more and more cracks in the emperor's body, until finally, he could no longer maintain his form.

"It looks like the time has come, I didn't expect it to be so soon. ”

He sighed regretfully and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Goodbye." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded, as if he had adapted to such a parting, and smiled reluctantly: "Goodbye." ”

The Emperor nodded and closed his eyes.

In a trance, the sound of a sea tide sounded, which was a tune that had been accompanied by dreams since childhood. In the distant sound of the tide, there was a singing, familiar and gentle, as if forever wandering in this city, silently watching and waiting.

He chuckled softly.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm coming......

The gentle sea breeze blows like a joyful embrace. The emperor smiled, opened his arms, and his shattered body turned into dust and dissipated into the wind.

Return to nothingness.

The world returns to silence.

Only Ye Qingxuan was left standing alone in the ruins, reaching out in vain, wanting to touch the traces of his passing.

For a long time, for a long time.

He bowed his head gloomily, smiled reluctantly, and whispered, "Goodbye." ”

Obviously he was laughing, but his shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

He kept his head down.

Traces of water slipped down his cheeks and dripped on the back of his hand without a sound.

Good bye.

Until the end, he was finally left alone in this empty world, and there was no more meaning......

Fart!

A disdainful 'snort' sounded.

"Ah!!" Ye Qingxuan, who was immersed in sadness, suddenly trembled, felt a sharp pain in his calf, and screamed involuntarily.

The pain was so sudden and so familiar, even if I had experienced it countless times, I still couldn't help but fall to the ground in an instant, clutching my legs and stomach.

But in the tumbling, he saw the familiar pupils.

A bird's-eye view from the top of the summer.

is so arrogant, but full of helplessness that hatred is not made of steel, and the contempt and disappointment that seem to come from the whole family.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, petrified, and dumbfounded.

The golden hound skimmed him, annoyed by his unrelenting cowardice, and slapped his tail in the face, as if in the face.

Didn't you already say goodbye?

I said I would supervise you!

I walked for a while...... You're crying!

Ye Qingxuan looked at him sluggishly, stretched out his hand, touched its golden hair, and a familiar feeling came from his fingertips, which was real. Feeling that contemptuous look, his face convulsed from pain couldn't help but smile and be ecstatic.

"Hahaha. ”

Ignoring the hound's struggles, he pounced, took it in his arms, cheered, and rolled on the ground, staining his serious robes with dust and mud.

In this terrible world, partings and reunions always come suddenly.

Not too badly, there is always hope that it will survive.

The former emperor has been sleeping with the old grievances, but the hound that has inherited the beast nature and dragon power has nothing to do with it, it has long been stored in the earth and heaven, and it is with this country.

In the ruins, young men hugged hounds, laughed and shed tears of joy.

"Old Fei, welcome back!"

-

The long night is over, and the morning sun rises from the end of the ocean.

A fresh wind blew in the distance.

Dawn has finally arrived.