Silent Crown Chapter 596: The king of **** on earth

Fifteen minutes ago, Lancelot's house.

In the dead hall, Lancelot stood in front of the door, looking at his daughter blankly.

Christine.

Her old wounds were not healed, or someone deliberately did so, causing her to be weak and almost unsteady. The wound on her thigh cracked, and thick blood flowed out and fell to the ground.

"Please get out of the way, father."

She stared at Lancelot and whispered: "This is the last time I beg you."

"It's too late, Christine." Lancelot shook his head indifferently: "Now, even if you rush over, you can't change anything."

"Is that so..."

Christine lowered his eyes in disappointment, "I understand."

The sound of steel rubbing sounded, and the long sword was unsheathed and placed on the raised left arm, with the blade aimed at Lancelot.

A well-tempered posture.

It's perfect.

Lancelot is still expressionless, just looking at her daughter who drew his sword at him: "Even if you are a father and a daughter, you should be sympathetic to your family. But for the knight, you are now truly true. Provocation, must not be ignored.

Christine, let me ask you again, do you know what you are doing? "

Christine smiled.

"My father, the order of the knight is on the sword armor. Isn't this what you taught me? It's not Christine before you..." She paused, using words as a sword to cut off the father and daughter. Relationship between:

"Please call me'Galahad'!"

Silence.

Lancelot chuckled softly, seemingly pleased.

"Kristen, you are grown up."

He slowly nodded, "It turns out that I was wrong. You are more suitable to be Lancelot than me. Is it time to abdicate and let the virtuous?"

Speaking, he stretched out his hand and drew out the ornately decorated sword on the wall, stroked the thin blade with his fingers, felt its blunt blade, and nodded slightly:

"Very well, before that, let me see if you are qualified to draw a sword against me."

The next moment, the sword light flashed.

With the flick of his fingers, the sound of steel collision sounded three times.

The bodies of the two people crossed by.

Lancelot stood there, empty-handed.

And Christine has rushed to the door, only one step away from the world outside.

But this step is the distance between Tianyuan.

She lowered her head, saw the severed weapon in her hand, looked at the ceremonial sword pierced into her chest and pierced through her body, with a bitter smile. In the soft voice of blood dripping on the floor, she fell to her knees, gradually darkening in front of her eyes, unable to see anything.

In the last moment, she only heard Lancelot's regretful sigh.

"It seems that you don't have one."——

"Because my meat is real food; my blood is real drink."

In the ear, someone seemed to whisper softly and whispered hoarsely: "Whoever eats my meat and drinks my blood lives in me, and I live in him..."

"Anyone who eats my flesh and drinks my blood will have eternal life, and I will resurrect him at the end of the day..."

The sound kept ringing, one after another, as if there was some mystery hidden, but it gradually faded away when I listened to it.

Just listening is fascinating.

Everything is no longer important.

It's like being wrapped in light water, gradually sinking into the gentle dark depths.

One point, one point...

In the solemn melody, Mary held the orb representing the kingship in despair, her fingers tightened subconsciously, and she was cut by the diamonds inlaid on the heavy orb, and the thread of blood penetrated out.

Under the guidance of the ceremonial officer, she stepped up the steps in a daze, riding on the majestic melody, slowly walking towards her throne.

In the audience, the manager in the front row couldn't help frowning, confused and the queen's dullness and sluggishness. He noticed something wrong, but couldn't tell.

Soon, their minds were overwhelmed by the solemn and majestic melody, and they threw themselves into awe, and their eyes gradually became hollow.

I don't know when it started, the solemn melody gradually changed, revealing a little gloomy, faint noise spreading from under the strings, like a whine.

The majestic and majestic first march!

In the gloomy and heavy melody performance, countless illusions continued to emerge. In the end, faintly evolving into the once grand scene in the sky, once Arthur sat on the huge throne, crowned in the name of **** Is king.

It's just that, this time it was not the light of heaven, but the darkness of the abyss.

Under the lingering dark mist, the emperor above the throne has a gloomy face, savage like a monster, and wears the crown of the abyss.

Countless music theories flowed out of it, fell on Mary's body, melted into the dragon's blood, and gradually weaved a huge halo behind her.

In the deep purple light, countless iron-like thorns entangled on the sword, rubbing against each other, bursting out harsh and deep sounds.

The blood dripped from it, so sweet.

In the name of a god, bless the king... But the gift the **** brings is not light, but the original sin of the abyss.

Among the musicians who played the melody, someone raised their scarlet eyes and stared at Mary's faintly struggling face, and the corner of his mouth raised a trace of mockery: "Has the transformation not been completed yet?"

"Can't bear it for long."

The commander murmured softly: "She has swallowed Leviathan's blood and incorporated the original sin into the dragon's blood. The darkness in the blood is no longer a reflection of personality, but is truly conscious.

The more patience she is now...The more tyrannical she will be when the dragon's blood breaks out. "

At this moment, under the etheric fluctuations of so many black musicians, "The Mighty March" has reached its climax, and the gifts from the abyss spilled towards the material world and took root.

Following the will of the dark lord, the kingship of the abyss runs on the earth, as if running in water and light.

What is born here will be the embryo of the son of God, the perfect body of the **** emperor on earth!

In the silence, the courtesy who led Mary to smile.

In that fuzzy face, the face of the once dark lord was revealed.

He stood in front of the throne, staring down at Mary, smiling, his hands were empty cages, and the crystal-like crown emerged from his hands, representing the intertwined music theory of the dark lord's essence, which is the element that integrates the whole **** into it , The kingship from the abyss...

The crown slowly fell on Mary's head.

In front of the crown, the gems representing the elements of **** released a red light, and countless music theories flowed into her body and merged with the rushing dragon blood.

The coronation is complete.

The one born here is the eternal king of Angelu, the king of **** on earth!

"My dear Majesty, the long sleep is over."

His figure gradually thinned, bent down, and whispered softly in Mary's ear: "We respectfully offered blood and wailing, waiting for your arrival."

At that moment, under the closed eyes, the dark pupils slowly lifted up. ——

Central Hospital, ward.

The sound of the rock collapsing.

In the crisp voice, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and peeled off the charcoal shells layer by layer. In the end, his entire skin and face were exposed again.

It's like going through a long sleep. After opening my eyes, I feel refreshed and extremely happy.

Lancelot was right, it was a good dream.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and took out the copper seal from his heart, and the cracked decayed iron. The green fluorescence had dissipated and was invisible, and the crystal-like decayed iron was covered with cracks.

Stone is right, it is the enemy of all living things. It will eliminate the basis of all living things from the structure lower than the cell.

Including the curse in dragon blood.

Same as Maxwell thought, although the process is more painful.

Ye Qingxuan let go of his hand, allowing the decayed iron to fall apart from his fingertips, fall to the ground, and shatter into fine, dim sand. He got up, looked around the hospital bed, and saw a swollen corpse lying on the ground not far away, bleeding from its seven orifices.

No wonder Maxwell didn't worry about the period of weakness he brought when using this thing, because except that he will enter the period of weakness, other people may not survive.

What a good thing.

If you have a chance to go to the East and get more back in the future.

It was such a happy decision.

He nodded, then looked at his naked body, frowning:

"Where are my clothes?"

In the extreme distance, in the seal, the flowing dark tremor, countless music theory changes, like a snake penetrated layers of the seal, burst out, razed an entire building to the ground, soared into the sky, and passed through The interception of the Avalon enchantment fell on Ye Qingxuan's body in an instant.

The darkness spreads and turns into a pitch-black dress and leather boots.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the sleeping Jiuxiao ring in the etheric realm popped out suddenly and turned into a walking stick.

After looking at the water mirror for a while, he snapped his fingers, and countless music theories flowed and turned into Seiya's movement, condensed into a black top hat on the top of his head.

The black iron cane slammed.

"Very well, going to the meeting in such a attire would not lose dignity."

He nodded in satisfaction, pushed the door out, walked through the corpses in the hallway, walked down the steps, walked through the chaotic hall with so many stunned eyes, and finally walked out the door.

There was a dull thunder in the dark sky.

"It's going to rain."

He looked up, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked in the direction of Windsor Manor.

Each step is taken, the music theory in the body becomes more intense.

At the fingertips, countless notes come and go, the chapter of destiny slams and sings loudly, countless music theories flow out from the whole body, shrouded in the sky, and turned into a true moon wheel.

The moon is born in the sea.

There was nothing out of nothing on the pale moon wheel, and a touch of blue appeared, and then quickly expanded, until it finally turned into a blue moon.

The mutilated moon phase illuminates the silent city, illuminating the army coming from afar, and the constant stream of musicians rising into the sky.

The moonlight is as cold as a sword.

Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound of those swords being unsheathed, and felt the true and true killing intent, as well as the ether fluctuations one after another, and the five fingers on the stick flicked slightly.

Under the brim of the hat, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"This is good. It's better to be decisive than imaginary and frustrated. Finally, you can fight with real swords and guns, but..."

He murmured softly and raised his eyes.

The eye pupils are full of moonlight with murderous intent.

"Miscellaneous fish get out!"

The next moment, the cane suddenly fell to the ground. The sound of the piano in the ring of the Nine Heavens ringed continuously from the void, and the blue moonlight gathered into a line, turning vertically and horizontally in the sky, and in a flash, it returned to the moon wheel.

The silence returned.

In the next instant, the cracking sound continued to sound. Amid the low sound of falling to the ground, the gurgling sound of the stream ran in the dark corner.

Thunder erupted from the clouds, and amidst the roar, hurricanes swept through, and cold rain water sprinkled on the ground, diluting the rainwater.

The rain swallowed everything. ——

The torrential rain was pouring, blurring the lights of Windsor Manor.

The melody is coming to an end.

At the door, the knights under the power armor heard footsteps coming from afar.

In the heavy rain, the thin figure came from the end of the street, step by step, straight forward. Across the heavy rain curtain, his face was hidden in the shadow under the brim of his hat, unable to see the details.

I can only see a round of moonlight that seems like an illusion~IndoMTL.com~ quietly running in the rain, crossing the place where it is illuminated, under the interference of nature, the rain turns into flames and flows wantonly.

"Stop!"

The great knight squeezed the hilt of the chainsaw sword, and the crimson eyes under the visor locked the figure that was gradually walking: "Who?"

A badge of the Holy Emblem in Fire was thrown over in the air, penetrated the cold rain, and fell on the ground with a clear echo.

"Inquisition?"

The greeter hiding under the door bent over to pick up the badge and frowned: "No one in the Inquisition is on the invitation list. What are you doing?"

In the heavy rain, the corner of the comer's mouth under the brim of his hat evokes a mocking arc.

"Same as Maxwell..."

He slowly raised his cane and pointed it at the knights blocking the road ahead. The last voice came:

"Assassinate."