Silent Crown Chapter 298: Before the end

"Charles..."

Charle heard a moan that seemed to come from hell.

He turned his head, in a pool of blood, Jerome's withered face, his lips closed.

The man has creaked and withered under the erosion of the abyssal breath. It looked like a weathered skeleton, but the light of the soul still remained in his body, lingering.

"Pick it up..."

He exhausted his last strength and squeezed Shire's palm tightly, his eyes seemed to be burning with ghost fire: "Take it up, Shire! Take it! Now only you..."

Only you can stop him!

"Me?"

Charle was stunned. He lowered his head dullly and saw the silent spear in the pool of blood. It is a replica of St. George's gun, a unique artifact with only one blow.

"Should... want me to go?"

He murmured blankly, looking up at the black shadow coming towards his face, shivering.

He wanted to say whether he could change to a lighter job for himself. I am innocent. I have done meritorious service for Anglo. He bleeds the academy. I want to see Newton. I am a civilian academy. Why do you want to go to the battlefield? I am not even a musician. You can do it. I don’t have a girlfriend yet. I have a younger brother and a younger brother, so I can’t do it. I’m so The beauty and the peerless talent have not been displayed, it's a **** pity to die here.

You can die if you don’t, and die if you don’t. Can you let me choose one to die?

But there is no such thing as death.

"So...you can only get on it?"

He muttered to himself blankly, but his body succumbed to Jerome's language.

Perhaps because of the hoarse command of the dying person, perhaps because of the expectation and majesty contained in that language, or...because of the pursuit and attraction of nature.

Strength.

The power is under your feet.

In a pool of blood, Jerome's eyes are full of expectation.

Charles, you want to be a waste of your life. To meet the disappointed eyes of those people, or do you want to be a hero? Even if it’s only a short time, for a moment...

So. Charles bent over and picked up his strength.

Hold it in your hand. It was like holding a piece of burning iron.

He screamed and screamed in pain, fell to his knees, convulsing and convulsing.

There is a flame running through the internal organs, burning people to ashes, and that great power surges from the spear, engulfing his will and shattering it.

There is anger emerging from the shattered will. Make him howl.

The whistling sound is like a dying dragon, if the real dragon might burst from his body, lifted up, and tore everything to pieces. Jerome, who was first among them, was also involved. But that person had a relieved smile on his face.

That's it! That's right! That's it!

Charles, you can do it, and you must do it!

Jerome grinned and disappeared, but the remaining power was gathered in the blood and merged into Shire's cracked skin.

It's like a mortal trying to surpass the realm of God, only to be burned to ashes in an instant. Even if it's just a spare. But the huge power remaining in the gun of St. George was enough to burn him to death in a flash.

As long as this moment, a moment is enough.

As long as the Shire can block the Lord of Darkness, then. Everything is worth it, even if the sacrifice is tragic!

The fiery blood gushed out from his body, and in the blood, Charles roared in pain, dominated by that power, his eyes released a dazzling light, as if a scorching sun burned violently in his body .

Therefore, power and authority, pain and torture came one after another.

He roared. Hold the spear tightly, and the fuzzy notes on the spear light up. It burst out a fiery light that couldn't be seen directly-the long spear had almost lost its confusion and became some kind of terrible existence confined to such a form. The dragon soul sealed in it was roaring and roaring.

So the sky moved.

The Charles in the flames clenched the spear tightly and stabbed it out suddenly. In front of the spear, all the ether was burned out, and a vacuum domain appeared.

In this field, everything is doomed to perish.

"Vision!"

In the dark tide, the Lord of Darkness roars furiously, as if dragging the entire abyss to sweep over, unstoppable!

The power of the abyss and the spear of Saint George collide tit-for-tat, and even the Avalon enchantment cannot detect the changes in it, but can only detect a chaos.

In the chaos, the breath of the abyss boils, creating frantic ripples. And Shire roared in pain in the flames of that burning body.

"Charles?"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan was also stunned at the top of the White Tower. Time is not long enough for him to hesitate. He gritted his teeth and pressed his palm against the crack in his chest-resonance!

In an instant, the bell rang.

Xiaoyuan was the fulcrum, he suddenly moved the Avalon enchantment.

In the dark cellar, a matrix of sixteen stone steles roared and twisted, changing angles and positions, forming a new structure.

During the violent turbulence, the moon wheel above the sky turned around, as if it had gone through a long period of time in an instant, turning from a full moon to incomplete, and sliding down to the top of Shire.

The moonlight swept down like a torrent waterfall, passing through the chaos, and enveloping Shire's body.

"It must work, it must work, it must work..."

Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and prayed, his will guided the power in the enchantment to fall from the sky, the moonlight turned into Shire's body.

Referring to the experience of setting up Xiaoyuan in his body just now, he restrained the violent ether in Shire, but he felt that he was trying to plug a volcano that was on the verge of eruption.

Ye Qingxuan's face was pale, and he spouted a mouthful of blood, only sharing part of the pressure, but was almost destroyed by that pressure from within.

But Charles is not even a formal musician. He can control that power and keep his body intact... How terrible is this guy's talent? !

Relying on the support of the tuning instrument, he did not hesitate to transfer all the pressure to the barrier through Xiaoyuan’s lever, mobilizing all the power he can now mobilize, and in a flash, he passed the resonance killing. Into the chaos.

The moonlight leads wrapped around Shire's limbs and corpses, burned and evaporated by the flame, but died with them. Ye Qingxuan endured the intense pain that came every moment, firmly supporting the connection between the two. Maintain this resonance.

"A mere copy..."

In the abyss in the darkness, the Lord of Darkness gritted his teeth and changed his body. The body that looked like a deformed bone opened his hand and firmly grasped the St. George's gun that was piercing his chest.

The palms rubbed against the spear of light. There was a burst of fire, and various musical theories were constantly entangled, distorted, and destroyed, causing a weird aftermath.

He stared angrily at Shire who was close at hand, and through him, he seemed to see the will of a young man in the moonlight. In the abyss, purely malicious thoughts rushed into the minds of the two of them.

"Unexpectedly...it's you..."

"This trick is useless!"

Ye Qingxuan stopped in front of Shire, and the invisible river in his mind faced various abyss ‘images’. Although it collapsed at the touch of a touch, there was a round of moonlight rising in the disintegrating river, and it stubbornly withstood the impact of that moment.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and roared with all his strength:

"——Maxwell, what are you waiting for, immortal!!!"

The scorching sun fell from the sky.

The sword in the stone howled, pierced the darkness and destroyed everything.

The sixteenth layer of wings broke through the air, and the sword in the stone accumulated to the highest point. Cut a sword down!

This sword is a thousand years away!

The golden chapter of victory rang loudly, forming a huge vortex in the etheric sea. It swallowed all the power within reach, burst from the blade, and formed the ultimate formula of the School of Change.

——The element disappears!

The sword fell from the sky, initiated in, cut through the abyss and head, penetrated the core of this avatar, and severed its brain.

After a muffled noise, there was a dead silence.

The chaos dissipated, the abyss dissipated, and the spear of Saint George pierced the chest of the Lord of Darkness. The last force burst out, destroying his final counterattack.

"So...so..."

The face of the Lord of Darkness is shattered. As if weathered, but with a bitter and angry expression: "Ye Lanzhou. So you are already..."

He exhausted his last strength and stretched out his hand, seeming to want to strangle the boy in the moonlight, but his trembling palm broke and fell apart.

The whole body was pulled by the power of the sword in the stone, collapsed and twisted quickly, and was sucked into the blade with a whine. Until the end, it turned into a wandering shadow in the clear blade.

As it was sealed, the power of "Genesis" also dissipated, and Haydn was re-enclosed in the dossier. He sat back on the wheelchair wearily, showing his old age.

Everything is back to its original condition.

The barrier quickly weakened, and in the end there was almost nothing, the tuning instrument in the dark cellar fell apart, and the rebirth movement returned to silence. Those who came from death returned to death after all.

In the same place, the wings of light behind Maxwell dissipated, and the halo above his head shattered.

He half-kneeled on the ground, vomiting broken light, but when he stared at the quaint long sword in his hands, his face was relieved.

"You're done, so many sacrifices were not wasted after all."

No one responded, because those people were already dead.

I don’t know whether there will be comfort and satisfaction waiting in the kingdom of the dead that no one knows.

Maxwell, no, the shaman closed his eyes and whispered softly: "I hope they find their own value in their lives..."

It's stuck.

As the spear of St. George shattered, Charles staggered back, his whole body seemed to be burned red, fine bloodshot oozing from his pores, he bent over and vomited blood.

He stared at the fragments of St. George's gun, stretched out his hand to grip it, as if seeing some phantoms and dreams that did not exist here.

"Don't go..." he said ~IndoMTL.com~ The phantoms and dreams disappeared.

He closed his eyes and plunged into the darkness.

Maxwell stretched out his hand, caught his body, and carefully handed him to the Knights of the Round Table beside him, "Contact the chant doctor of the Order for urgent treatment.

All files of this operation were permanently sealed after being submitted to Her Majesty the Queen and included in the sixth seal. "

"Yes."

Lan Mallok nodded, carefully holding Shire, and walked towards the opened passage.

In the silence, Maxwell looked around to restore the cold and gloomy dark city, and sighed softly: "It's finally over."

"No, not yet."

The boy's hoarse whisper came in the wind, Maxwell turned his head in astonishment, but the boy was no longer visible on the top of the White Tower. (To be continued.) (www..)