Fifteen minutes ago, Lancelot House. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the dead silence of the hall, Lancelot stood in front of the door, looking at his daughter with a blank face.

Christine.

Her old wounds had not healed, or rather, had been deliberately done so that she was so weak that she could barely stand on her feet, the wound on her thigh cracked, and viscous blood flowed out and fell to the ground.

"Get out of the way, father. ”

She stared at Lancelot and whispered a plea, "This is the last time I plead with you." ”

"It's late, Christine. Lancelot shook his head indifferently: "Now, even if you rush over, you can't change anything." ”

"Is that so......"

Christine lowered her eyes in disappointment, "I see. ”

The sound of steel grinding sounded, and the sword was unsheathed and rested on top of the raised left arm, the blade aimed at Lancelot.

A well-honed posture.

It's flawless.

Lancelot was still expressionless, just looking at his daughter who was drawing his sword at him: "Even if you are a father and daughter, you should be considerate of family affection." But for the knights, you are now an out-and-out provocation that must not be ignored.

Christine, let me ask you again, do you know what you're doing?"

Christine smiled.

"Father, the knight's order is placed on the sword and armor, isn't this what you taught me? It's not Christine in front of you......" She paused, and used words as swords, severing the relationship between father and daughter:

"- Please call me 'Galahad'!"

Quiescence.

Lancelot chuckled softly, as if relieved.

"Christine, you've grown up. ”

He bowed his head slowly, "It turns out that it was me who was wrong, you are more suitable to be Lancelot than me." Is it time to abdicate and make way for Hyun?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the richly decorated sword on the wall, his fingers caressed the slender blade, felt its blunt blade, and bowed slightly:

"Very well, until then, let me see if you have the right to draw a sword against me. ”

In the next moment, the sword light flashed.

In the snap of a finger, the sound of steel clashing sounded three times.

The bodies of the two men staggered.

Lancelot stood still, empty-handed.

And Christine had already rushed to the door, just one step away from the world outside the door.

But this step is the abyss.

She looked down at the severed weapon in her hand, and smiled bitterly at the sword of honor that pierced her chest and pierced her body. She fell to her knees at the soft sound of blood dripping on the floor, her eyes darkening and she couldn't see anything.

In the last moments, she heard only Lancelot's regretful sigh.

"It seems that you don't. ”

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"For my flesh is the bread of truth; My blood is the drink of truth. ”

In his ears, someone seemed to whisper softly, hoarsely: "Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood will abide in me, and I will abide in him......"

"Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day......

The voice kept ringing, one after another, as if it contained some mystery, but when you listened to it, it faded away.

Just listening, it's addictive.

Nothing is important anymore.

It was like being wrapped in light water, gradually sinking into the gentle depths of darkness.

A little, a little......

In the solemn melody, Mary was holding the orb representing the royal power in despair, her fingers subconsciously tightened, and she was cut by the diamonds inlaid with the heavy orb, and wisps of blood seeped out.

Guided by the courtesy, she stepped up the steps in a daze, and slowly walked to her throne by the majestic melody.

In the audience, the managers in the front row couldn't help frowning, confused by the Queen's rigidity and sluggishness, sensing a hint of wrongness, but unable to say it.

Soon, their minds were overwhelmed by the majestic melody, and they were so absorbed in awe that their eyes became hollow.

I don't know when it began, the solemn melody gradually changed, revealing a little eerie, and the faint noise spread out from under the strings, like a mournful sound.

- Majestic: First March!

In the midst of the eerie melody, countless visions continue to emerge, and in the end, faintly in the sky, the former grand scene evolves - the former Arthur sits on a huge throne, crowned king in the name of God.

It's just that this time it was not the light of heaven, but the darkness of the abyss.

Under the wisps of dark mist, the emperor on the throne had a gloomy face, as hideous as a demon, and wore the crown of the abyss.

Countless music theories flowed out of it, landed on Mary's body, merged with the dragon's blood, and gradually intertwined a huge halo of light behind her.

In that deep purple light, countless iron thorns wound around the sword, rubbing against each other, bursting into a piercing and low sound.

Blood drips from it, so scarlet sweet.

In the name of the gods, bless the king...... But the gift of the gods is not light, but the original sin of the abyss.

Among the musicians who played the melody, someone raised his red pupils and stared at Mary's faintly struggling face, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a hint of mockery: "Hasn't the transformation been completed yet?"

"I can't bear it for long. ”

The conductor whispered, "She has swallowed the blood of Leviathan, fused the original sin into the dragon's blood, and the darkness in the blood is no longer a reflection of personality, but truly conscious.

The more patient she is now...... Then when the dragon's blood erupts, it will be more tyrannical. ”

And at this moment, under the etheric fluctuations of many black musicians, the "Majestic March" was pushed to the climax, and the gifts from the abyss were sprinkled towards the material world and took root.

Following the will of the Lord of the Darkness, the kingship of the abyss moves on the earth as it does in water and light.

What will be born here will be the embryo of the Son of God, the perfect body of the Emperor of the Gods on Earth!

In the silence, the ceremonial officer who guided Mary smiled.

In that blurred countenance, the face of the once dark lord was revealed.

He stood in front of the throne, staring down at Mary, smiling, his hands clenched, and a crystal-like crown emerged from his hands, representing the essence of the dark lord, the element that brought the whole hell into it, the kingship from the abyss......

The crown slowly fell on Mary's head.

Directly in front of the crown, the gem representing the elements of hell emitted a crimson glow, and countless music theories flowed, merging into her shell, becoming one with the surging dragon's blood.

The coronation is complete.

Here was born the eternal king of Anglo, the ...... of the world King of Hell!

"Dear Your Majesty, the long sleep is over. ”

His figure thinned, and he bent down and whispered in Mary's ear, "We have cordially offered blood and mourning, waiting for your arrival." ”

At that moment, under the closed eyes, the pitch-black pupils slowly lifted.

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Central Hospital, ward.

The sound of crumbling stones rang out.

In a crisp voice, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and peeled off the carbonized shells attached to his body layer by layer, and in the end, his complete skin and face were re-revealed.

It's like a long sleep, and when you open your eyes, you're refreshed and happy.

Lancelot was right, it was a good dream.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and took out the copper seal from his heart, as well as the decaying iron full of cracks, the green fluorescence had dissipated and was invisible, and the crystal-textured decaying iron was covered with cracks.

Stone is right, it is the enemy of all living things. It destroys the basis of the existence of all living things from structures that are lower than cells.

Including curses in Dragon's Blood.

Like Maxwell thought - albeit a little more painful.

Ye Qingxuan let go of his hand and let the disintegrating decay iron slip from his fingertips and fall to the ground, shattering into a fine layer of bleak dust. He got up and looked around the hospital bed to see the swollen corpse lying on the ground not far away, bleeding from all its knots.

It's no wonder Maxwell wasn't worried about the period of debilitation that he would bring when he used this thing, because no one else would survive except for him who would enter the debilitating period.

It's a good thing.

In the future, I will have the opportunity to go to the East to get more and come back.

It was such a happy decision.

He nodded, then looked at his naked body, his brow furrowed:

"Where's my clothes?"

In the extreme distance, in the seal, the flowing dark earthquake, countless music theory changes, like snakes, penetrated the layers of seals, exploded, and after razing an entire building to the ground, it rose into the sky, passed through the interception of the Avalon enchantment, and fell on Ye Qingxuan's body in an instant.

The darkness turned into a pitch-black dress and leather boots.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the sleeping Nine Heavens Ring in the ether realm popped out and turned into a walking stick.

He looked at the water mirror for a moment, then snapped his fingers, and countless music theories flowed, turning into holy music, condensing into a black top hat above his head.

The black iron cane slammed to the ground.

"It's good, it's decent to go to a meeting in such a costume. ”

He nodded in satisfaction, pushed the door open, walked through the hallway strewn with corpses, walked down the steps, and walked through the chaotic hall in the midst of many stunned eyes, and finally, walked out of the door.

A dull thunderclap sounded over the dark sky.

"It's going to rain. ”

He glanced up, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked in the direction of Windsor Manor.

With each step, the music theory in the shell becomes more and more intense.

In the flick of a finger, countless notes were born and died, the chapter of fate roared, singing loudly, and countless music theories flowed out of the body, shrouded in the sky, and transformed into a real moon ring.

The moon is born in the sea.

A touch of blue appeared on the pale moon ring, and then it expanded rapidly, until finally, it completely turned into a blue moon.

The mutilated moon reflected the silent city, illuminating the armies that rushed in the distance, and the musicians who rose into the sky in a steady stream.

The moonlight is cold, like a sword.

Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound of those swords unsheathed, and felt the real killing intent, as well as the fluctuation of the ether one after another, and the five fingers on the cane flicked slightly.

Under the brim of the hat, the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

"That's good, it's better to be decisive than to be false and wrong, and you can finally fight with real knives and guns, but ......"

He muttered softly and raised his eyes.

The pupils of his eyes were full of moonlight with murderous intent.

"--Miscellaneous fish, get out of here!"

In the next moment, the cane fell to the ground. The sound of the piano sounded one after another from the void, and the pale blue moonlight converged into a line, turning in the air, and in an instant, it returned to the moon ring.

Silence returns.

In the next moment, the sound of cracking continued to sound, and in the low sound of falling to the ground, the sound of the murmuring of the stream ran in the dark corner.

Thunder erupted from the clouds, and in the roar of a hurricane, icy rain fell on the ground, diluting it.

The rain engulfed everything.

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Torrential rain poured down, blurring the lights of Windsor Manor.

The melody is nearing its end.

At the door, the knights under the power armor listened to the footsteps coming from afar.

In the torrential rain, the emaciated figure came from the end of the street, step by step, straight forward. Through the heavy rain curtain, his face was hidden in the shadows under the brim of his hat, and it was impossible to see in detail.

I could only see a round of moonlight that seemed to be an illusion, quietly running in the rain, passing over the place where it shone, and under the interference of nature, the rain turned into flames and flowed freely.

"Stop!"

The big knight clenched the hilt of the chainsaw sword, and the red eyes under the visor locked on the figure that was gradually approaching: "Who is it?"

A badge of the Holy Emblem in the Fire was thrown through the air, piercing through the cold rain, and falling to the ground with a crisp echo.

"The Inquisition?"

The greeter hiding from the rain under the door bent down to pick up the badge and frowned: "No one in the Inquisition is on the invitation list, what are you here for?"

In the rainstorm, the corners of the man's mouth under the brim of his hat curled a mocking arc.

"As ...... as Maxwell"

He slowly raised his staff and aimed it at the knights who stood in front of him, and the last voice came:

"—Assassination. ”