Silent Crown Chapter 590: Leave

Mary had a dream.

In a dark dream, she wandered in knee-deep water, where there was no light, someone was singing, the voice was so familiar, so similar, so disgusting...

As if the melody sang from my own mouth.

"The king and his accomplices took the queen abducted and imprisoned her in a dream...

We have the power, where should we wander? Hoo, tens of thousands of hands, raise the sail! Pull, thief and beggar, we will have eternal life..."

Singing came from all directions.

Mary wandered around, chasing hurriedly, but every time she approached, the singing disappeared. Like a fairy prank, it wanders in the dark erratically, tempting her to chase.

Until the end, she lost all her strength tiredly and fell into the water.

The water was like wine, exuding sweetness and fragrance, and made her throat like a burning thirst, urging her to pick it up quickly, and freely drench the dry pain in her lungs.

The singing lingered around, like an invisible soul.

It brought a faint light, illuminating Mary's pale face, and her trembling hands.

Holding the blood in both hands, the scarlet fell from the fingertips and returned to the knee-deep river...Everything was covered in scarlet as far as the eye could see.

Mary was stunned.

She looked at her trembling hands, engulfed by the ominous meaning of the song, struggling with pain, and screaming as hard as she could: "Sing no more!"

The singing stopped abruptly.

The childish chuckle like a girl came from behind, as if a prank finally succeeded.

Mary turned her head slowly and saw the big mirror standing in the blood.

In the reflection of the mirror, the girl in a white dress and spotlessly clean is herself, so noble and elegant, the perfect princess.

Mary looked at her, and she looked at Mary too. Mary moved forward, and she moved forward.

Until the end, the two of them stared silently through the mirror.

The girl in the mirror smiled: "Sister, long time no see, have you come to see me again?"

"Shut up."

Mary lowered her head, trembling shoulders, and smashed the mirror with all her strength, breaking the reflection in the mirror to pieces. The shatterable mirror surface was sucking blood again, and slowly healed it.

The reflection returned again. The girl in the mirror smiled gracefully, looked at her with pity in her eyes, and let her smash herself to pieces again and again, and the phantom was closed again and again.

Until Mary lost all strength and fell to her knees, her hands being cut by the broken mirror, dripping with blood.

She stretched out her hand, the palm of her white lace glove penetrated the barrier of the mirror, and gently stroked Mary's cheek, spreading her cold arms, embracing her in her arms.

"You are here again, talk to me, I am locked here by you, so lonely, like I am about to die."

She whispered in Mary's ear: "Occasionally, let me go out, sister. Let's go and kill people together, okay? Clean up all the dirty and inferior people and make the world cleaner. , You can also be happy..."

"Shut up..."

Mary closed her eyes: "I will never let you out again, never."

"As always stubborn, sister." She smiled and kissed Mary's earlobe: "Ah, Mary, I love you so much."

The answer to her was a palm, which squeezed her throat and blocked her voice.

Mary pinched her throat, her face turned hideous, her five fingers sunken in the white neck, so hard, the joints wailed...until the end, there was a click.

It broke.

She looked at herself in the mirror, looked at the strange smile on the corners of her mouth, gritted her teeth, and made a voice: "But I hate you."

"Gluck...gluck..."

The broken and falling head slowly lifted up, the girl made a weird smile, raised her head, stared at her, and looked at her.

"Why do you always hurt me? Sister, I am you..."

She stretched out her hand, hugged Mary tightly, and whispered in her ear: "I am the lingering cleanliness, arrogance, and dislike of other people in your heart. I am the first time you have experienced menstruation. The pain of time, the shameful spring·love when I am in love with a man..."

"Shut up!"

Mary gritted her teeth, exhausted all her strength, and squeezed out a vicious curse from her lungs: "You... bastard!"

"You were born so dirty, Mary, isn't all this what you witnessed is what you are? Why deceive yourself? Let me tell you, you hate all this."

The girl in the mirror stroked her chest, teased her body with dexterous hands, and finally, provoked her chin, licked her lips, and muttered:

"You hate the manners of imprisoning yourself, hate the gesture of goodwill in front of those dirty untouchables, hate to hold hands with those stained hands... You hate the eyes of those people looking at your breasts, hate the palaces Here, those **** maids whispering outside your door, you even hate our mother, hate her for giving you such an abominable fate.

You hate everything, Mary, you hate yourself..."

She hugged Mary and turned around abruptly.

Behind them is the large, floor-to-ceiling mirror. The girls in the mirror hug each other with their cheeks close to each other, so similar, one is pure white, the other is bright red, like twin lotus flowers.

"Look, Mary."

She looked at the reflection in the mirror and smiled happily: "As soon as we are exactly the same, we should be together by nature and never separate."

Mary closed her eyes and stopped looking.

For a long time, the sound of the gate opening came from afar.

The river of blood rolls back.

It seems that the way home has finally appeared in the maze.

And the reflection became more and more illusory, surrounded by blood, slowly silent.

"Are you leaving?"

She stared at Mary, still with a malicious smile at the corner of her mouth. At the last moment, she whispered softly in her ear: "Look at your eyes, sister, weak and pitiful, with a hatred that makes people laugh... also Are you dreaming that someone will redeem you?

No one will come to save you.

There are only you and me here, forever. "

Mary finally raised her eyes and looked at her eyes, her eyes became decisive.

"No, someone will come here one day, and then...

——Kill me, and you. "

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Ye Qingxuan woke up from his dream and found himself lying on the hospital bed, and trivial sounds came from outside the ward.

Actually, he himself was not in serious trouble, he was not even injured, it was just a routine inspection. There was also the chanter of the sect who came to him and blessed him and cleansed him away from the breath of the abyss-although that set of purification was ridiculous in the eyes of the Inquisition.

After Ang Chang's inspection and inquiry, Ye Qingxuan fell asleep.

Unexpectedly, when I wake up, it will be the next day.

He leaned on the head of the bed and didn't call the nurse or anyone else. Instead, he fell into deep thought and couldn't help but recall what he saw last night.

At that moment...

He only saw Lancelot drawing his sword, and then, he saw the stream of illusion.

After the streamer flashed, everything seemed to be over.

All voices have been cut off, all disturbances have been frozen, all disputes have been resolved.

Lancelot seemed to be standing still, motionless, just shoving the sword into its sheath in dead silence. But in the cold and cold wind, in the silence, a straight crack spread from his feet, forward, through the entire battlefield.

The body of the large head of the stone puppet has been completely cut into equal halves.

After that, it turned into dust.

And the scepter is completely torn apart.

A huge gap appeared in the **** scenery that covered the shadow of Avalon, spreading in all directions, and the wailing of countless people was cut apart, turbulent, collapsed, and collapsed.

Until the end, disappeared.

From beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan didn't even see what Lancelot's sword...what was going on.

Obviously, it's just iron, but it has reached a state that is hard to imagine.

After so many years away from the sword, Lancelot put on the armor again, and he was able to burst out such terrifying power.

Even Ye Qingxuan, if there is no defense, I am afraid that he will be completely beheaded in that sword.

"It's terrible..."

He whispered softly.

"What's scary?"

Someone asked outside the door.

Someone pushed in.

It's Lancelot.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was pale, his body exuded a pungent smell of medicine, and the plastic tube connected to his internal organs was still carrying medicine, sustaining his life.

The load on him was too great for that sword, and it has pushed his life to a precarious level.

Seems to understand Ye Qingxuan's astonishment, Lancelot just smiled indifferently: "That's just the power of Lancelot's armor. When I die, it will be yours."

"There is no need to say such frustrating words." Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "You can live a long time. Besides, isn't there Kristen?"

"My own business, I know it myself."

Lancelot coughed violently, wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The armor of the Lancelot family has the strongest power among the Knights of the Round Table, and at the same time, it has the highest demands on the users. ——It has extremely demanding requirements on the morality and conduct of users. I am afraid that only saints can get its permission, right?

Christine is not capable of inheriting the burden of the family, nor can he be recognized by that armor. "

"Then I definitely can't."

Ye Qingxuan was not going to entangle these anymore, and asked: "Where is your Royal Highness Mary? Are you awake?"

"Well, I am recuperating."

Silence.

The two did not speak any more. For a long time, Ye Qingxuan sighed: "In your current situation, leaving so many national affairs aside, come to me, there must be business, right?"

"En."

Lancelot pondered for a moment and then said: "Your Majesty was assassinated by Maxwell. Anglo needs a new emperor. Tomorrow, Mary, as the first heir, will be officially crowned in Westminster Abbey. , Become the King of Anglo."

"First place?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "Where is the prince?"

Although the eldest prince is disabled and unable to inherit the throne, the queen has begun to train Mary as his successor in recent years. But as the first heir to the throne, the prince’s status has never changed ~IndoMTL.com~ is dead. "

Lancelot said indifferently: "On the same day that your Majesty was assassinated, he died of poison. Guess who did it?"

Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant and fell silent with a headache, severe headache.

Who else can it be?

Maxwell...what on earth do you want to do?

In silence, Lancelot looked at him, for a long time, and said: "Ye Qingxuan, leave Avalon."

He closed his eyes.

"King Arthur has probably been transformed into a natural disaster, and Leviathan is about to break through the second seal... This country has no cure."

He said, "The one who takes you with you, leave tonight. You can go wherever you want. Don't come back again."

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The shadow of Avalon.

At the highest point, the darkness blows out.

The gloomy bell rang.

At the top of the sky, the palace resembling a dark and scorching sun vibrates in the bells, and the viscous darkness drips from it and spreads to the earth, like the spring breeze, and the rain of the growth of all things.

Countless monsters grow out of it like weeds. The demons who crawled out of the thick darkness and blood cheered excitedly, screamed loudly, and worshipped the dark scorching sun.

The scorching sun is turbulent, as if about to fall apart.

The monster brewing in it slowly opened its pupils.

It's about to wake up completely.

Under the palace, in the rain of darkness, the mutilated stone puppet bathed in the blessing of the power of the abyss, and the face of the dark lord slowly condensed and revealed from it.

"It is finally coming, the Dark Son of the Inheritance Abyss..."

He was ecstatic, laughed, and cheered.

"—the **** of the world!"

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