Silent Crown Chapter 606: The Way of Liberation

By now, Ye Qingxuan finally understood what Mary meant.

It was not Leviathan who was resurrected.

It can never be...

Ye Qingxuan interprets the alchemy matrix, reads the remaining information in it, and re-excavates the dark fragments buried in the long past, bit by bit, to piece together the prototype that is closest to the truth.

The reason why Arthur failed to ascend to God is still unknown.

But now, it seems that the technique of ascending to the gods has probably not failed. It's better to say... it was suspended by an accident.

All the alchemy matrices that work smoothly demonstrate this.

Everything is going on flawlessly as Hermes once imagined, everything is ready, only the last crucial step is left.

——Turn Arthur into a natural disaster.

Leviathan's consciousness has been wiped out, and all of Leviathan's power has been separated, only to give that endless power to Arthur.

But everything stopped at this step awkwardly.

One step away, it is like Tianyuan.

Although I don't know what happened, the final result is as everyone sees.

The failed Arthur was sealed in the palace of the shadow of Avalon, and the power of Leviathan lost its master, and it could only become a periodic phenomenon, constantly trying to gather towards the core, trying to complete what can never be continued. last step.

This is the cause of everything.

Since then, hundreds of years of pain and torture have all begun.

As long as Arthur exists for one day, Leviathan's power will never dissipate, and will continue to return again and again.

And the most ridiculous thing is that for hundreds of years, what prevented Arthur from taking the last step...it was his heir, the heir who inherited the dragon blood and the curse.

On the one hand, successive royal families have continuously strengthened the seal of Avalon's Shadow.

On the other hand, they used the royal family members with rich dragon blood as bait to extract the power of Leviathan, and then destroyed the victims together, delaying the completion of the **** ascension technique indefinitely...

This is a paradox.

People without dragon blood can't control Angru's homeland defense front and prevent the return of Leviathan's power. But a person with dragon blood can never resist Leviathan...that is, Arthur's order.

The blood from Leviathan gave them strength and a curse from birth.

It's like Ye Qingxuan once, even if he faces only a few drops of Leviathan's blood, he has no resistance. If it weren't for the blood of heaven and human being without fear of decaying iron, Ye Qingxuan could not get rid of the threat of curse.

Once the bloodline is strong enough to awaken Longwei, the sleeping animal nature in the dragon's blood will gradually penetrate the host's consciousness, breaking the stability of the spirit, and producing a deformed personality, just like Mary, falling into madness.

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, looking at the bottle in Shi Dong's hand, his eyes became colder.

"——What else have you not said?"

The figure in the bottle trembled, and quickly explained: "I said it! I said it! I told you everything I know."

Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved.

Shi Dong smiled, raised his hand, and shook the bottle in the enclave.

He likes to play like this.

I will never let it go whenever I have a chance.

Shake like this every day to cultivate his body and mind. He feels that he can live another 100 years...

The flames flooded like water, bringing more extreme torture and pain. After the wisdom of the Inquisition for hundreds of years, it was unreservedly imposed on the shadowy lord.

Hoarse yelling, painful roar, weak moaning, in the end, there was no sound.

It seems to be dead.

Stone stopped.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the bottle indifferently: "Now, what else do you want to add? For example, why did you take the trouble to control Mary and take her into the palace of the shadow of Avalon?"

The figure in the bottle twitched in pain, and for a long time, it was difficult to make a sound.

"The shell...Arthur needs a new shell..."

The villain in the bottle did not dare to conceal anything, and said everything he knew: "Arthur is about to be unable to support it. His body is about to die, and he is connected to the seal... He wants to be free. A new body must be replaced..."

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan sat on the ground, tilted his head, lit the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, and looked indifferent.

"Unfortunately, you should have said it earlier."

Shi Dongxin understood, walking aside, shaking the bottle frantically.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan was smoking a cigarette quietly, her face gloomy.

He finally understood why Maxwell had rebelled.

He must kill Elizabeth.

Required.

Elizabeth's dragon blood is too strong.

She should have died tortured fifteen years ago, but Hermes continued his life and continued the curse—the dragon blood will grow over time, if Ye Qingxuan didn’t guess wrong , The purity of Elizabeth's blood has even reached its limit.

In order to smoothly transfer the kingdom to Mary's hands, she did not hesitate to turn herself into a monster.

At the same time, she also became Arthur's spare body...

After Maxwell's fierce attack, Elizabeth was killed by the Dragon Slaying Spear, and the dragon blood in her body began to deteriorate and was no longer usable. So, Arthur has only one choice left...

Mary.

In order to control Arthur, the Dark Lord moved ahead, intending to control Mary in his hands and coerce Arthur into submission.

Otherwise, once Arthur is successfully resurrected and masters the power of Leviathan, the scepter of the heavenly kingdom on earth and the power of the king of hell, then there will be no chance to control him in his hands.

Unfortunately, the organs are exhausted.

He has been abandoned.

In other words, from the beginning, Arthur had not trusted him.

So...

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and stared at the dark dome above his head.

Now, is everything too late?

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In the darkness, Lancelot lit a flame.

The flame jumped, illuminating his face, and the withered man leaning on the throne ten steps away. And, above the throne... the king who has lost his breath.

As if to perceive the arrival, the withered and decadent man raised his eyes and looked over.

Lancelot had a brow expression, but he lowered his head, sending the flames into the wind lantern, tightening the wind lantern, and placing it on the ground. A soft light illuminates from it, illuminating the dilapidated Throne Hall.

He raised his head and looked at the old man through the barrier formed by the sword in the stone: "Maxwell, long time no see."

Maxwell sneered in a low voice, shook his head, "Sure enough, it's you."

"Hmm."

Lancelot nodded slightly, and did not feel ashamed or embarrassed when he confessed.

As indifferently as always.

He just looked at Maxwell, looked at the silent ancient sword that he randomly threw on the steps, and sighed softly for a long time, "For so many years, I still don't understand why the sword in the stone chose you."

"What don't you understand?"

Maxwell responded indifferently: "You should have got the sword in the stone, but you always have the embers of original sin in your heart."

"Me?"

Lancelot was amused by Maxwell, "I thought, compared to you, I think I am morally perfect."

"Stop humiliating morals, Lancelot."

Maxwell looked at him coldly: "If I didn't guess wrong: you chose the family in the happiness and family of your sister's life, didn't you? White Crow...

You secretly sold Ye Lanzhou to the cult. Your father had to face a cruel choice between the family and your daughter. After being forced to expel his biological daughter, he was overwhelmed and chose to self-judgment.

From start to finish, you are the only one who accomplishes this. "

"Father is too weak. He has forgotten the fate of the Lancelot family." Lancelot is still indifferent: "Ye Lanzhou's existence will ruin everything-no matter what, the family must be preserved."

Maxwell couldn't help but sneered, "Then I want to congratulate you and get what I wanted. You have already got the family, why bother to ask for more?"

"Patriarchs of the past have all served the royal family, and I am no exception."

"Yes, it's just that the emperor you are loyal to is different from the others..."

"At the beginning, this is the fate of the Lancelot family, and the curse entwined in our blood...It is not only the country and the royal family that are cursed, Maxwell, and us..."

Lancelot asked coldly: "But what kind of mistakes have we made? Nothing! We have dedicated everything to Anglu, but we have fallen to the point where we will cut off the inheritance.

We are born to force ourselves into a cage. Patriarchs of the past are only prisoners in this armor, struggling hard, giving everything, even the children have to sacrifice... When Christine was born on the day , Everyone sings and dances, but do you know how painful I am?

She has been guilty that she is not a man and cannot inherit Lancelot's armor, but why would I want her to inherit this tragic fate?

Tell me, Maxwell, what's wrong with seeking relief! "

"Does it include stepping on the glory of your ancestors? Including selling everything, including surrendering to natural disasters?"

Lancelot finally smiled, sneered:

"Isn't this country created by natural disasters?"

Maxwell was silent, lowered his head, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's my fault, why do you want to talk to you about these meaningless things? After so many years of intrigue, his mind has become muddled and he can't even remember his own face. Cleared.

Your logic can be used to satisfy yourself, Lancelot, but it's completely **** to me.

If it weren't for someone to remind me, I almost forgot...

——A mistake is a mistake. Even if it is for the so-called overall situation, the mistake must be liquidated, otherwise the ‘correct’ has no meaning.

The lingering time is too long, we have forgotten why everything became like this in the first place. "

He paused for a moment, and there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes: "I should have figured this out a long time ago, Lancelot, it's a pity that I made my decision too late."

"Yes, you chose to kill the king after all."

Lancelot looked at him: "I underestimated you after all... It's just a clue that made you wary in advance. I used to think that I could never beat you—whether it's your sense of smell or determination. It's horrible.

It's really scary, Maxwell. "

Maxwell shrugged:

"Sorry, I was born this way."

Lancelot lowered his head~IndoMTL.com~ sighed, "If it weren't for you, Your Majesty should have been resurrected long ago. There is no need to waste such a long time."

In the silence, Maxwell was stunned. For a long time, he raised his head, his eyes narrowed.

"Lancelot, what did you...say?"

"Did you forget something?"

Lancelot glanced at him, turned his head, waved to the outside of the palace, and called out softly: "Please come in, Your Highness."

At Lancelot's call, the thin boy walked in through the door, holding an iron box that was too large for him with difficulty, and looking around cowardly.

The moment he appeared, Maxwell's face changed.

The prince!

That is the prince who was forgotten by everyone, the mentally retarded man who was born deformed and could not grow up...

Lancelot stretched out his hand, stroked the prince's head, and looked up at Maxwell, "I know, you poisoned him in advance in order to rule out the possibility of him becoming a carrier. It's a pity... he is the blood of King Arthur after all. "

"Uncle Lancelot, where is my sister?"

The prince curled up behind Lancelot in terror, looked at the withered Maxwell timidly, and finally looked above the throne: "What's wrong with mom? Why doesn't she speak?"

"Don't be afraid, your majesty is asleep."

Lancelot comforted him softly, raised his hand, and pointed at Maxwell: "It was the guy with the beard that killed your Majesty."

"Lancelot!!!"

Maxwell roared: "It's not too late to look back! Do you know what you are doing!"

Lancelot ignored him, but lowered his head and whispered in the ear of the prince: "Your Highness, do you want to protect your mother?"

The prince glanced at Maxwell in horror, was frightened by his angry look, and nodded with courage:

"Want."

So Lancelot smiled.