Silent Crown Chapter 592: Tomorrow
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Chapter 592 Tomorrow
In the ward, the atmosphere freezes.
The sound of metal rubbing echoed in the silence, like an illusion.
"Do you know what people like you are called on the gallows of the Inquisition?"
Ye Qingxuan stared at Lancelot, staring at him, his eyes gradually became cold, and his voice didn't have any temperature. It was like a hoarse sound made by the friction between gears and circlips.
"—the defeatist!"
Lancelot's expression remained the same, as if the one called the defeatist was not himself, but shook his head indifferently: "You should learn to prepare for the worst before placing a bet..."
"Lancelot, this is different!"
Before the short warmth period lasted for three days, Ye Qingxuan broke through the harmonious atmosphere created by them and called the uncle's name directly:
"Now that the queen is missing, Maxwell’s whereabouts are unknown, and Angelo’s Privy Council is paralyzed. As the minister of the second department, Angelo’s only host of the overall situation, you have done it before the war has officially started. Are you ready to surrender?
What about the family glory you are proud of? What about the Gaojie you have always been known for? What about the flawless quality guaranteed by that armor? ! "
"There is never such a perfect thing in the world, and there is no saint. Ye Qingxuan, you always have high expectations for this world."
Lancelot sighed softly, "Regardless of whether you return, whether or not the Inquisition comes to this battlefield, Anglo will fight to the end, and Lancelot will be with this country, but you need to understand... …The war can never be won."
So, resolutely and surely, Lancelot made a judgment of defeat. There is no confusion or hesitation in his expression, as if he had witnessed this tragic result with his own eyes:
"From the time Leviathan broke through the second seal, all this was doomed. To say why... From the beginning, we did not have the ability to fight Leviathan head-on."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
After a long silence, he asked in a dumb voice:
"Thirteen large orchestras across the country including the Royal Orchestra, all-member powered armored armaments, and seven round table armors including the Knights of the Round Table, Anglo Second, Third, and Fourth Naval Fleet , 460,000 soldiers across the country... In your eyes, are they even qualified to fight Leviathan?"
"The premise is the complete Anglo."
Lancelot replied, "But is the current Anglu intact? Ye Qingxuan, your Majesty has just passed away, and the new emperor has not succeeded. One month?
Don't talk about the power of the reunification and the whole country, such a short time is not even enough to accept the allegiance of her subordinates.
If the queen is alive, it is enough to suppress all situations, so that everyone can suppress their dark thoughts before the overall situation. But Mary, no..."
"Then let Master Haydn cooperate with me."
Ye Qingxuan raised his voice: "As long as I can get close to the Throne Hall, I can retrieve the sword in the stone and the spear of Saint George, I can..."
Lancelot lowered his head as he sighed softly as he looked at his eyes that still hadn't wavered.
I didn't even finish listening to him.
He stretched out his hand and took out a familiar bottle from his arms, a bottle...full of blood.
The viscous blood rippling in it, not blood red, but as clear as amber. Obviously it's just a small bottle, but it seems to be full of stormy waves. Even if the light shines in, it will be deflected and dissipated in the layers of subtle ripples, and finally fall into the depths and be swallowed by invisible monsters.
Therefore, strands of darkness evolved in it, swirling like fine vortexes.
Ye Qingxuan's voice stopped abruptly.
His movements freeze.
It's as if all of the blood was frozen in an instant.
Just staring at Lancelot, his face was pale, but under his neck, the skin that had not been covered by clothes was quickly covered with a bit of scary red.
That is blood.
Boiling blood...
Lancelot looked at him pityingly:
"Until now you still don't understand-where is your biggest weakness."
Ye Qingxuan only saw his lips open and closed, but he had no time to hear his voice.
He heard someone singing, and the erratic singing voice lingered around him, as if in his own ears, and as if in his own body, in his own blood, hidden thousands of small mouths, in the call of blood Below, sing aloud.
"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..."
But this is an illusion.
There should be no sound...except for painful convulsions, convulsions, and wanting to kill myself with my own blood like a living thing. The wisps of scarlet blood tore the capillaries and leaked out of his body along the pores, greedily squeezing the air.
Immediately afterwards, countless fine velvet filaments grew out of it, like mold, attached to their body in large chunks.
It's ridiculous.
It's ridiculous, Ye Qingxuan.
An indescribable killing intent and anger emerged from his heart.
When did this kind of ghost parasitize in your body? Why hasn't I noticed anything from beginning to end?
The blood of the heavens and humans is running violently, the silver moonlight rushes in the blood, and the anger is strangling with the crazy ghosts, killing them again and again.
But they are parasitic in their own blood, consuming their own lives, rebirth again and again.
It's like... completely blending in with yourself.
"Lancelot!!!"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were red, and he roared, using his last strength, he threw himself at the man in the wheelchair. Lancelot didn't have any resistance, just stretched out his hand and raised the orange-yellow amber blood on his fingertips.
In the blood, faint eyes opened, looking at him.
Looking at his blood.
So, the foreign body in his blood began to grow wildly thousands of times, at that moment. Blood vessels, nerves, internal organs, lungs, respiratory tract, mucous membranes, ear drums...
Taking all his strength away, he staggered to the ground, lost control of his body, and fell in front of the wheelchair.
Everything is silent again.
Lancelot's voice sounded.
"I know, your trump card is the sword in the stone. As long as the sword in the stone is in your hand and supported by the national defense matrix, you will be able to fight the natural disasters.
Unfortunately, from the beginning, this plan had fatal flaws. "
His eyes drooped, "Look, the closer you get to the core of Avalon, the more difficult it is to control your negative emotions... Do you think the dragon blood curse is not inherited from you?
This is the "battle profit" of last night. The blood once taken from Leviathan's body also inherited its will-for anyone with royal blood, it is deadly poison.
This is the tragedy that happened to the royal family in the past. Without dragon blood, it is impossible to get the approval of the sword in the stone, but once you have dragon blood, you will be subject to Leviathan.
Just getting close will drive you into a frenzy.
Where do you fight again? "
Ye Qingxuan was speechless, because he couldn't say anything.
The door was pushed open, and the medical staff wearing isolation protective gear from beginning to end walked in cautiously, lifted Ye Qingxuan up, put it back on the bed, and carefully and tenderly folded every joint, covering Put on the quilt.
"Let’s end the hero game, Ye Qingxuan."
Lancelot stretched out his hand and pressed the quilt for Ye Qingxuan, his voice was soft and low: "You don't belong to this country, and this country never belonged to you.
So, get a good night's sleep.
When you wake up, everything is over. "
In the tremendous pain, Ye Qingxuan exhausted his last strength and opened his eyes, but his gaze went over Lancelot's shoulder and looked behind him.
It's like the fuzzy figure standing there at no time.
Looking at the mocking smile on that thing's face.
"Lancelot, you..."
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In the dimness, Mary opened her eyes.
Behind the curtain, a loud noise came from a distance, indicating that this place is no longer a magical realm in the shadows.
But for some reason, the hustle and bustle that she had dreamed of eager to listen to, now scared her a little.
"What is that voice, Christine?"
But Christine did not answer.
She doesn't know where to go.
She was the only person in the silent room. It was empty and looked magnificent, but lonely and scary.
"That is the cheers of the people, Your Highness."
Outside the door, an unfamiliar voice sounded, politely. Mary can't remember the voice of any court official in the court with such a low voice, and the aching head is full of groggy ~ IndoMTL.com ~ cheers? "
"Yes, cheers." The voice replied: "For you."
"Why give it to me?"
"Because you will ascend to the throne and inherit the glory of your ancestors." The voice replied: "You will be the ruler of Anglo, the king over them.
After the death of your majesty, only you can preside over the overall situation.
This is a cheer for you. Whether it is in Lower City or Midtown, everyone is smiling and re-seeing the hope of this country. "
Mary was stunned.
The door of the room was opened, and the maids walked in with their gorgeous dresses and jewelry, and opened the windows for her to ventilate her. Before that, she can enjoy a delicious breakfast.
The fragrant taste rises on the copper plate, and the food is exuding warmth and fresh fragrance.
Twelve of the best chefs in Avalon have waited until now, redoing them every hour, maintaining the best taste and enjoyment time, and offering their loyalty to the new queen.
Outside the window, lights were lit in the silent night, like daylight, with the faintly soft melody of the violin sounding in the distance, and a grand banquet was being held.
It was a celebration of the upcoming coronation of the new king.
A hopeful laugh came from the wind.
This dying city seems to have come back to life, and happily sings of rebirth, because of Mary.
But Mary felt a little scared.
"Where is Christine?" she asked, "My chief bodyguard, where is it?"
"The trauma on her body was not healed. Although she wanted to stay by your Royal Highness, she was stopped by the doctor." The voice outside the door replied politely, "Please don't worry. I can see her."
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, tomorrow."
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