Silent Crown Chapter 573: I am the country
In the silence, only the face in the crystal is singing softly.
Singing with a lingering sound spreads in the rain, spreading in all directions.
Therefore, the pitch-black ocean made a sharp sound, boiling, and a dark river suddenly emerged from the deepest point, and countless evildoers in the sea responded loudly.
They are here.
The sea and sky roared.
"Your Majesty..."
Lancelot knelt on one knee, begging: "Please return to the throne."
"Is it time?"
Elizabeth smiled, holding the singing crystal, looking at the face in it: "Do you think so too?"
No one responded.
But in the silence, the sleeping face opened its pupils.
The pupils of eyes that are like an abyss stare at the emperor in front of him, seemingly, but empty, only the animal nature of natural disasters rushes, flows, and converges into substance, like an endless deep sea.
It was a glimpse from Leviathan's sleep, looking at the turbulent world.
Elizabeth smiled.
"Relax, Prince Thames, I will be with this blood of sin."
She held the crystal prism, stepped up the steps step by step, sat on her throne, staring at the dark ocean and sky, and whispered softly:
"——This time, I will definitely cut you off with this ominous blood."
Crash!
The crisp sound of steel rubbing sounded from under the throne.
Great earthquakes.
No, it's further down. It's not just the imperial palace hanging on the highest point like a cage, nor the majestic Upper Town, but Avalon.
The deepest part of Avalon was shocked.
The hub, which has been buried in the dark since its construction, was activated. Under the refinement of the etheric furnace, a huge force was extracted from the etheric veins, bursting out like a waterfall, pushing the vitality Gears are running.
Steel roars.
The earth was torn apart, flames were ignited, hurricanes were set off, and heavy rains were blocked.
In the roar that seemed to have been passed down before the ages, the floor of the Throne Hall cracked and shattered, countless steel and gears emerged from under the steel frame, the floor shattered and fell, stuck in the gap, but it could not stop its operation. , Was crushed into dust.
Crash! collapse! collapse!
A harsh, shrill sound burst from the throne.
One nail after another popped out of it, wedged deeply into Elizabeth's spine, and connected to the nerve center. Layers of steel rose up, covering her, making her body blend with steel.
Until the end, the whole person was fixed on the throne, even the little finger could not move.
At this moment, she has already connected to the huge hub, connected with countless branch facilities throughout Avalon, turning the earth into a body, using countless huge steel machinery as the internal organs, and the ocean The etheric veins surging below are her blood...
"Here is the long-cherished wish of our ancestors..."
In the terrible pain, Elizabeth's blood protruded from the pores, and the dragon spewed like flames, swept across the entire Avalon, and brought everything under his control.
There was a hard smile on the pale face, and she whispered softly:
"——Now, I am Avalon and I am Anglo."
The emperor has set foot on his throne, and after abandoning the mortal body, he uses the dragon power to implement the steel and become one with his own land...
This is a war that has been prepared for a hundred years ago.
Even the emperor himself has to become a bargaining chip and bet on the gambling table...
At this moment, the destructive dragon power has been strengthened thousands of times, emerging from the deepest part of the earth, like a torrent sweeping through it, but in an instant, the crimson lotus blooms on the ocean.
Just seeing it will sting your eyes.
Just being there will devour everything.
Just touch, you will be involved in destruction...
The essence far more than a thousand times more than Mary was revealed from Longwei, but in an instant, several dark rivers were torn apart, and countless evildoers in the sea were strangled away.
For so many years, Elizabeth has been struggling to contain the monster in her body, but when this war came, she finally didn't need to endure and released the hungry beast from the cage.
This power and host are like this city and its shadow, as a one-sided existence.
The blood of human beings carries the consciousness of human beings, and what the blood of dragons carries is the negative elements bred from self-personality, pure darkness and madness.
This is the essence of the curse—the crimson dragon that is parasitic in the host's body, devouring everything, and never being full.
And now, the legendary element conceived by that bloodline has been released, with Avalon as the body, swallowing the entire dark ocean into the abdomen.
This is the true face of King Angelu!
Just a moment, countless evildoers turned to ashes in the blooming lotus.
Countless torrential rains were torn apart by Longwei, as if they were boiled, turned into white mist, and rose to the sky...
The sky is shaking.
In the depths of the ocean, the behemoth about to be awakened seemed to be stinged and turbulent angrily. It was Leviathan, who was about to awaken from a long dream, and issued an angry resistance.
The war between mankind and natural disasters has finally begun.
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In the dancing white fog, someone passed through the layers of defense and stepped into the throne hall, long overdue.
"Meet Your Majesty."
The slightly older man leaned over to salute.
"Maxwell, I'm late."
Above the throne, Elizabeth opened her red eyes, her voice hoarse: "Where did she disappear recently? Is there any interesting story you can share with me?"
"Sorry, Your Majesty, I recently fell into the bad habit of drinking badly. Not only did I do nothing, but I was drunk and dreamy, and I forgot the time."
Maxwell took off his top hat and poncho, scratched his wet hair, and smiled helplessly: "Fortunately, it's not too late to wake up."
"That's it."
Elizabeth nodded and didn't care about his negligence, nor was she angry at his malaise. She just looked at him with pity in her eyes: "Did you have a good dream?"
"Hmm."
Maxwell got up, stepped forward, and stepped onto the steps, causing Lancelot to frown and stop him in front of him: "Maxwell, this is the throne hall, don’t lose your grace before you."
Once Elizabeth steps on the throne, then become one with Avalon.
From today, until the end of the war, she will not be separated from her, even if the price is to burn her own life. The Knights of the Round Table, which has guarded the royal family for generations, is the ultimate line of defense to guard her.
If it were in the past, it would not be once or twice for Maxwell to lose his courtesy before, but now the situation is different. Even Maxwell, Lancelot would not allow him to approach the throne.
Furthermore, the smell of alcohol in this guy's whole body is about to kill people from ten meters away.
"Oh, Lancelot."
Maxwell opened his drunken eyes, finally distinguished the person in front of him, smiled suddenly, then... took out a half bottle of rum from his pocket and shook it:
"Come here?"
The smell of bad wine is stronger, stinging Lancelot's wounded lungs and making his face pale.
At that moment, Maxwell released the palm of his hand, allowing the bad wine to fall from his hand, and smashed into pieces on the ground, while the free hand grasped into a fist, the index finger knuckles protruding, and the hammer fell.
Across the silent round table armor, his fingers pressed against the wound that remained many years ago, exerting force.
Slap!
The moment of staggering, no one can see, Lancelot's strength was evacuated, and he half-kneeled on the ground. The iron box Maxwell beside him was gently taken off and caught in his arms.
The steel in the box was furious, but was forcibly suppressed in the next instant.
"Sorry."
At that moment, Maxwell whispered softly in Lancelot's ear, and then stepped forward!
Towards the throne.
The alcohol in the pupils of the eyes was ignited, as if it were unspeakable coldness and...killing intent!
Lancelot drew his sword.
Crash!
Following Maxwell's call, the simple and majestic long sword penetrated the rain curtain, and was summoned. It flew across Lancelot's cheek. The sword wind was fierce, leaving a scar on his face.
Next, nailed to the steps below the throne.
——Scepter·Earth and Heaven!
In an instant, the kingdom of heaven came here, erecting an unbreakable iron wall, isolating the inside and out, and also blocking Maxwell and the queen together.
"Maxwell..."
Beyond the iron wall, Lancelot coughed up pitch-black blood, too late to breathe, turned his head in astonishment, "What do you want to do!!!"
"Isn't it clear?"
Maxwell stepped forward on the steps and said without his head.
The iron box originally kept by Lancelot was opened in his hand, and the fallen iron that was sleeping in it was taken out, awakened, absorbing the ether in the air, and rapidly multiplying...
In an instant, in Maxwell's hands, there was already a heavy spear more than two meters in length.
Huge amounts of ether gathered on it, forming a crimson streamer, like silk entwined...
That is the dragon-killing spear named after the saint!
Maxwell stepped onto the last step, turned his back to Lancelot, squeezed the hot spear in his hand, and let his hands burn to scorch.
Towards his emperor, he knelt on one knee, saluting for the last time.
"Your Majesty, I am sorry to be rude."
"Finally, I still need to make a choice, Maxwell..."
Elizabeth looked at him, seeming to understand something. For a long time, she sighed softly and did not resist. She just obeyed the arrangement of fate and closed her eyes.
"Maxwell!!!"
Lancelot roared.
The next moment, Avalon let out a dying cry.
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"Since that day, Leviathan has broken through the second seal and entered the resurrection stage."
In the dimness, Lancelot's eyes drooped: "And the upper city also fell at that time and was covered by a dark mist. If it weren't for Master Haydn to return in time and seal the entire palace, then the whole Walloon is shrouded by the power of Leviathan.
Your Majesty is dead, and the emperor is missing... All our preparations were lost because of Maxwell's betrayal.
——The war between Anglo and the natural disasters has been defeated before it even begins. "
The dead silence lasted for a long time, until Ye Qingxuan made a hoarse voice:
"This is never possible!"
Lancelot just smiled indifferently~IndoMTL.com~ picked up the tea cup, did not explain, just said: "If you don't believe it, you open the window and see for yourself."
Ye Qingxuan got up, hesitated for a long time, and pushed open the sealed shutters.
For an instant, the howling wind poured into the restaurant, bringing a vague whine.
In the biting cold wind, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked up at the direction of Shangcheng District.
In the seal of the Avalon enchantment, the darkness that swallowed the entire abyss finally revealed its traces, dancing like a living thing.
As the early morning approached, the city did not usher in the sunrise, but fell asleep in the illusion of singing.
The gloomy bell rang from the deepest part of the darkness, roaring, echoing in the sky of this city. It was like a giant beast in the sea laughed.
Leviathan, will finally come. (To be continued.)