Silent Crown Chapter 570: Avalon, I’m back
In the pitch-black darkness, one after another shrill sounds came.
It was the sound of the tentacles of the ten thousand-hand priest rubbing against steel.
Under the pulling and restraint of the tentacles, the nomadic mountain was almost uplifted from the sea, and the machinery hanging on the deck was crushed in an instant.
In the forefront, Shi Dong stood quietly, letting his sturdy tentacles set off a hurricane, passing by, just raising his head and staring at the monster that was close at hand.
Looking at that weird eye pupil.
He couldn't help but smiled.
Instinctively, there was a sense of uneasiness in the giant squid's heart, just looking at the old man's face, it felt like a great enemy.
More than two hundred years.
From the beginning, to now...
Since Shi Dong held the sword for the first time, countless demons had seen the sneer of the old man's mouth before he died.
To this day, that smile has been blood-stained to hideous, exuding coldness and fear from the grave and bones.
Even if it has been decayed to the dust, even if it is so old that it can't stand without a cane.
The iron enthusiasm contained in that smile has not decayed in the slightest, as if being with the soul, turning into flames, passing on the corpse of the demon...
"I am here."
At that moment, Shi Dong stood with his sword and whispered to it.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise that was ten thousand times more than just now.
On the huge hull of the nomadic mountain, countless fixed bolts hidden under the armor detonated and untied instantly, and the scaly armor fell off the hull like fallen leaves.
The unsupported steel shell shrivelled under the strangulation of the tentacles, and the essence that could be hidden under the disguise, but as the crack spread, it was exposed for the first time in this world.
It's like a monster breaking free from the cage.
It's... alive!
Under the image of the snake-bone ship's bow, the blazing glow of binoculars turned to crimson in an instant.
The iron shell shattered.
Below the iron shell is a giant beast with a warm and rancid breath.
That is a huge mouth full of sharp teeth and exposed gums slowly opening! As if grinning, sending an affectionate kiss to the prey who took the initiative to send it to the door, and then... suddenly closed!
The darkness is boiling.
The black mist that enters the ink is like a dying leper, convulsing, expanding, contracting, roaring, crying...
The first series of loud and earth-shattering noises rang out.
Immediately, there was a painful neigh.
In the end, only the creepy chewing sound was left.
Crack...Crack...Crack...
When the mist slowly dissipated, only the nomadic mountain, which was stained dark green by blood, was still floating on the sea. The humble scraps of ground meat slowly sank into the sea.
As for the ‘Priest with Ten Thousand Hands’ who had sailed the deep sea for hundreds of years, he has disappeared at this moment.
"Elder Shi Dong, you..."
Carol staggered onto the deck, full of worry, but saw that standing back in a pool of blood, still stiff, lowered her voice unconsciously:
"How are you doing?"
"Me? I'm so good."
Stone turned his head, with a smile on his decayed face, and the indescribable satisfaction in that smile, "Unexpectedly, I had such a refreshing appetizer when I first arrived in Avalon..."
"Carol, I'm starting to like this era."
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"This is...what's wrong?"
At the moment when the battle was clear, everyone fell into a brief silence, as if doubting their own eyes. But immediately afterwards, there was boiling ecstasy and cheers.
"The Ten Thousand Hands Priest was defeated!!!"
The blood of the demon was ignited in the purification movement, the nomadic mountain bathed in flames cut the waves, and moved slowly in the mighty movement, like an iron plough turning the soil, and invisible power kept hiding. The demon in the sea hooked out and tore.
So, the turbid sea water was dyed dark red with ink.
The viscous blood floats on the surface of the sea, like grease, supporting the light of the fire, spreading the fiery flames in the water and illuminating the dark world.
Cheers and praises came from afar, echoing on the surface of the sea like thunder, almost suppressing the neighing and loud noises.
"Everyone, fight, our counterattack has just begun..."
Ye Qingxuan's voice sounded from every bridge: "This battle will not retreat! The monster will be completely driven out of this sea area, and the heroes who died in battle and the sacrifices in the past will be comforted!"
He paused for a moment and declared categorically:
"——Retake this country and Avalon back into our hands!"
In response to him, countless people shouted enthusiastically.
"Counterattack! Counterattack!"
The roars and shouts echoed across the battlefield.
Under the shining of the holy emblem, a loud noise and roar sounded again.
After a short rest, the mighty and immense war reopened!
After a hundred years, the light of the stake was re-lit in the dark night that was too long to see the edge.
After a brief silence, the figure of the Knights of the Round Table rose from Avalon and plunged into this fierce battlefield.
In the advancement of the nomadic mountain, the huge monsters hidden in the deep sea are pulled out one by one, cut into pieces, and after pulling out the materials that can be used, they are mercilessly thrown into the purifying flames. .
Until the end, the ocean was almost covered by flames.
With the corpse of the demon as the fuelwood, the flames dance in the hymn, and outline the scene of trial and purgatory in the world.
The fight lasted all night.
A short night, but a long time like eternity.
When the last deep-sea monster was shattered by the petitioner’s shelling, and the black river where the demons gathered was burned by flames, the war finally came to an end for a short time.
Everyone stood blankly in place, staring at the sea covered in blood and embers, as if waking up from a nightmare and suddenly not knowing where they were.
"It's over?"
"Where is the monster?"
"Are we...victorious?"
"Victory!!!"
"Long live! Long live Angelu!!!"
The ecstasy of the rest of the catastrophe and the glory of winning the battle are mixed in the chest and become an urge to ecstasy and tears. Whether it was the deck, the sky, or the bridge, everyone cheered and embraced, bursting into tears, screaming and roaring.
Amid the noise, Ye Qingxuan took off his hat on the command seat, put it on the table, stretched his waist wearily, feeling that his whole body finally relaxed.
Staring at the re-lit city outside the porthole, he couldn't help but smile.
"Return to Hong Kong."
He whispered softly: "Let's go home."
Avalon, I'm back.
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After passing through the long and narrow waterway, the scratched gate of the port slowly opened, and the machine pivot rotated, making a sharp rubbing sound.
In the surging sea, the scarred Royal Navy finally entered the port, but what you can see is the dazzling lights, the crowd is surging, cheering fanatically, even if the guards outside the port stop it, it still can’t be extinguished. Enthusiasm and ecstasy.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
The cheers are like a tsunami.
No longer need to worry about being abandoned in a sudden big evacuation, being separated from my family, leaving my homeland, and embarking on the long dark route.
This sudden victory gave this city that was almost suffocated for days of torment, and it also made those suffering people look forward to the future again.
It was the sudden dark warship that brought this hope.
In the great pioneering era a hundred years ago, the purification musicians who opened up the land in the dark world have returned again, holding high the flame flag, and coming to this city at the most dangerous and dark juncture, throwing the demon into the flames and re-emerging The dim, suffocating world is illuminated.
At the forefront of the crowd, those dignitaries who rushed in from various agencies and even the evacuation fleet may not feel relaxed.
The upper-level figures who had already known the evacuation plan half a day in advance of the civilians did not know how many secret transactions were made in a short period of time in order to prioritize the evacuation and compete for the last remaining resources. Some people even went bankrupt for this.
The authorities left it alone, and the exhausted Lancelot no longer had the strength to control them, and even allowed them to set up all the members of the government in exile.
As a result, the evacuation plan was dead, and the government in exile has disappeared.
Some people took a step slower, beat their chests and even fell into despair, but now they breathe a sigh of relief, grinning openly, rejoicing in their fate. And those with fast hands have already boarded the ship early...
The ship is here now, but it doesn't make sense anymore.
Although the fate of the next city is equally uneasy, who can guarantee that there is a time for evacuation?
This time in the sudden retreat, the nobles and high-ranking officials even occupied two-thirds of the fleet, and the remaining one-third of the tickets still did not fall into the hands of civilians, but The figures were marked with sky-high prices, and they were robbed and snatched wildly.
The people at the bottom are now extremely disappointed in them.
The consultants didn’t need to investigate anymore, they sighed and assured their employers that their credibility and image had fallen to the lowest point, and they were completely trapped in the “Tacitus Trap”. No matter what they did, they would be treated as Do bad things.
If we evacuated again next time, before we retreat, what we will face is an angry riot. At that time... it is hard to say who the position on the ship belongs to.
Therefore, for this sudden redeemer, many people have only a deep bitterness in their hearts, and there is no gratitude at all, and there is even a very good resentment that has been concealed.
In the midst of the complex expressions and low-pitched conversations of the crowd, the crowd surged. The knights cleared the way, and under the **** of the Guards, two black carriages drove into the port.
A car with the badge of the Order came from Westminster Abbey. The door opened, and it came out with the support of the attendants. It was the old archbishop Mephistopheles who had been blind for many years.
The other one is more low-key, without any emblems.
Getting out of the car is a pale middle-aged man.
He is wearing a black dress~IndoMTL.com~ looks very formal, but sharp-eyed people can see the wrinkles on the corners of the clothes, which has not been changed for many days.
The dress was thickened, with heavy fur, and it was very warm, but his face was still not ruddy. Instead, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughing and piercing his lungs.
In the early years, he was severely injured by the assassin in order to protect the queen, and until now, there is no cure for lung disease.
"The Marquis of Lancelot..."
The deep discussion in the crowd was choked. Everyone couldn't help but stop looking at the figure standing in front.
At this moment, the only remaining backbone in Avalon, the actual leader of the Kingdom of Anglo, and the leader of the Privy Council-Lancelot, is so alone, without even his entourage, appearing in Here.
Just nodded to the Archbishop of Mephistopheles, then stopped talking, and cast his gaze on the dark warship slowly entering the port.
Not a word. (To be continued.)