Silent Crown Chapter 616: The last absurd drama

"As we all know, in natural disasters, the most high-ranking existences flow from the great source and have their own particularities, such as the three pillar gods, the three wise men, and the four living creatures..."

Hermes said indifferently: "Among them, the three sages are based on the elements of ‘person’ and can be said to be a projection from the great source due to the appearance of human beings.

Therefore, we walk in this world in a human posture or human will.

Although from the perspective of humans, we are sages who have mastered the mystery of the great source, but from the perspective of the great source, we are also a terminal born of human beings and are also part of the great source.

To a certain extent, whether we like it or not, it represents some kind of great source's interference in the world. "

Speaking, he pointed to his head: "Therefore, we can sense something...some visions about the future, the changes brewing from the deepest part of Dayuan."

So, when he looked at Arthur through the lingering smoke, his eyes became so pitiful:

"The golden age is over, and a new age is about to come. Your Majesty, the'old **** will die', because all the meanings will be reassessed, including you.

Maybe this is the moment when you will be valued. But there is no doubt that your own value is insignificant compared to the power that is about to leverage Dayuan."

Boom!

On the throne, the pale-faced Arthur raised his palm, and the alchemy matrix hidden in the stone continued to fall apart, turning to ashes under the king's wrath.

But there is no way to vent this anger.

This is perhaps the most pleasant place in Hermes.

He is dead, so how can you retaliate against him?

The remaining phantoms of the dead flickered, but they did not dissipate. They just smoked cigarettes for a long time, pressing out the ignition light, and raised his eyes.

Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps on the stone steps outside the Throne Hall.

The heavy gunblade dragged on the ground, rubbing against the iron stone, and then made a crisp sound, shooting hot sparks in the rain of blood.

Someone came from a distance, upward.

As if to approach the dark sky with the scorching sun step by step.

"It seems that the long-lost reunion is about to end...Although it is so unhappy, it is not my intention."

Hermes smiled mysteriously, raised his body, and transformed a hat from nowhere, exaggeratedly performed a hat-removing ceremony, chanting as if on a stage:

"Then, next, please allow me to present you the last absurd drama "The Death of King Arthur"!"

Crash!

The phantom dissipated in the tremors of the guns hitting the ground, revealing the figure slowly walking into the hall behind him. In the dim light, the white long flutters like burning silver.

He did not bow down, nor bow down.

He raised his head, staring carelessly at the emperor above the throne, and showed a weird smile:

"The Bishop of the Holy City, the Chief Judge of the Inquisition, and the Marquis of Longmai, Ye Qingxuan, came to meet him."

In the silence like death, the pitch-black dragon rolls around.

On the throne, Arthur looked down at Ye Qingxuan, and the stone sword in front of his knee trembled and wailed.

"For so many years, the world has not changed."

His fingers flicked the blade of the sword in the stone, and his voice was cold and stern: "The guy who gets in the way is always like a fly. There are countless and annoying...

You have the Dragon Slaying Spear, so Lancelot is dead? "

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "It took a lot of hands and feet and some thoughts than expected. To be honest, I am very grateful to your Majesty for giving me this opportunity.

So, since your Majesty is so generous, before deciding to kill me, can you give me another chance to remember the past? "

Speaking, he rubbed his hands, showing an ardent and flattering smile, with a full sense of disobedience, his index finger and thumb were lifted, and he gestured a small distance:

"Really, just one click."

The boiling black dragon came to an abrupt end. On the throne, Arthur was taken aback for a while, looked down at the dim stone sword in front of his knees, and laughed:

"Maxwell, do you have to rely on such a guy to save everything you have hoped for? It's...it's so funny.

I have met enough old friends today, and now it's your turn, Maxwell. Hurry up at the last moment and come out and say goodbye. "

In the grip of that palm, the sword in the stone wailed.

There was a hoarse sigh.

In the reflection of the blade, the old soul opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qingxuan under the steps, with a vague expression full of complexities: "Why come again?"

"Of course to save you."

Ye Qingxuan looks very serious: "Although old people who like to play tricks are very annoying, I don't hate you.

You are old, Maxwell, life and death are no longer suitable for you. After this event is over, I will send you to retirement.

The house by the sea in Asgard is pretty good, the nursery is empty, and you can grow flowers. "

Maxwell was silent.

For a long time, he smiled softly.

"Then I will trouble you."

"Well, wait a moment."

Ye Qingxuan raised the Dragon Slaying Spear and aimed it at Arthur above the throne.

He learned the posture of Lancelot, posing in a shocking posture, looking crappy and funny, but he didn't feel embarrassed, and his tone was serious:

"I will save you at once."

In the silent darkness, the sword was supposed to be drawn, but Arthur on the throne couldn't help laughing wildly, patted his knees, tears streaming down his laughter.

"Puff, hahahahahaha..."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan and was overwhelmed with joy: "Which circus did you learn this trick? What a brilliant talent, far better than those castrations and clowns!

Young man, if you bow down now, I will consider leaving a place for you in the future kingdom. "

"Sorry."

Ye Qingxuan grinned: "I don't have the habit of allegiance to fools."

From hundreds of years ago to the present.

No one has ever dared to use this word to describe Arthur.

Never...

At that moment, as Arthur's eyes burst into cold light, the smile on Ye Qingxuan's face also dissipated.

The glow of molten gold bursts from the ancient gun blade, the sleeping fallen iron is awakened, and the hundredfold heat brings severe pain. It seems that the hand is not ice iron, but red copper juice. , Being held as a bundle of destruction.

The glow is hot and the steel roars.

The chapter of destiny suddenly unfolded and burst into a sudden. Under this terrifying attraction, the sea of ​​nine layers of ether collapsed towards Ye Qingxuan's hand, and the ether turned into a torrent and poured into the spear.

The artifact that should have a musician to be able to wield its power is now in the hands of the musician.

Only an instant, Ye Qingxuan almost completely exhausted the reserves in Xiaoyuan, and what he got in exchange was a terrifying glow like a burst of stars.

It's a weapon that was born to kill. It doesn't matter who is in the hands of no matter who the enemy is.

Even Arthur is the same.

Thunder and lightning roar.

The fanatical electric light rises from the blade of the gun, and the entire spear seems to have lost its physical form and transformed into something more violent and closer to the essence of destruction.

During the jump of the electric light, Ye Qingxuan's hands peeled off, revealing painful and twitching muscles, blood was flowing out, and the electric light was steamed in an instant.

The killing intent is biting.

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward, stabs towards the throne!

Even if it is so fast for ordinary people, in Arthur's eyes, it is slow like a tortoise crawling. The half-hanging posture and the half-bucket of water spurs are even more unsightly.

Even so, there was a chill on the spear blade that made Arthur also jealous.

In the hall, the dragon power of the sea was turbulent, swept like boiling.

But with the stab of the spear blade, even Longwei was torn apart, and the dark ocean was split into two halves by the bright golden light, exposing a straight path.

The power derived from the dragon's blood has not yet completed the ascension ceremony, and cannot compare with Leviathan's true posture. But this level of Longwei, for Arthur, was just breathing.

And as those hollow, dark eyes lifted up, a real loud noise burst from above the throne.

On the way to ascend to the gods, the hoarse singing suddenly turned into a scream, and the originally terrifying etheric fluctuations skyrocketed thousands of times again, like a dying sea monster raging wildly in the ocean, setting off a wave of great waves.

The etheric wave of emptiness turned into a frenzy, crushing everything in the material world, causing everything to crack apart.

On the throne, in the strange silence in the eye of the storm, Arthur slowly raised the sword in the stone. The blade wailed and trembled, but unable to defy Arthur's will, it aimed at Ye Qingxuan.

Cut!

At that moment, a violent light burst, engulfing everything.

It was just a hurricane that rushed towards the face, which dimmed the light of the Dragon Slaying Spear, struggling to move forward, the Chapter of Fate was trembling violently, and the structure of the Trinity was turbulent, almost falling apart.

This is the essential difference.

The huge gap between dragons and ants.

Compared with mortals, the power of Leviathan is like seven seas and sampans. It doesn't even need thunder and anger, just a slight swing can set off the tide, flood the nations, and make everything buried in the deep sea.

Just waved his hand and cut with a sword in the air, Ye Qingxuan was overwhelmed by the terrifying aura, and the action stopped abruptly.

In the trance, even the will is difficult to maintain. What emerges in my mind is the pain of being steamed into dust and the despair of being crushed into ashes.

Even though the ascension ceremony has not been completed, Arthur, who has mastered the sword in the stone, still has the power not inferior to any natural disaster.

A natural disaster is a natural disaster.

It's not a cat or a dog that can be killed casually by holding an artifact.

It is definitely not an existence that a master can cope with, not even a powerful master.

"It's a pity..."

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, and the sigh was inexhaustible.

He closed his eyes.

In the next instant, the burst of bright light was a thousand times better than just now.

Arthur was stunned.

In his hand, the Dragon Slaying Spear burst into countless small cracks, and what can rise from the cracks is the horrible image of the collapse of music theory and the mutual excitement of gods and men.

The music theory representing the divine nature and human nature collide in the same place, and the final tragedy of destruction is performed on the basis of the classical school.

This is the ultimate theme interpretation of Ragnarok.

It's like the destruction of a world and the end of a world. At the cost of destroying the Dragon Slayer's spear, what was exchanged was the terrifying power of God's Fury.

Let the catastrophe come, make the sea flood everything, make all the gods fall, burn the old world on the tree, reset the four elements in the ashes, and create a new era.

Crash! collapse! collapse! collapse! collapse!

In the fierce roar, a thousand times, ten thousand times, and one hundred thousand times bright light exploded from Ye Qingxuan's hands.

Arthur's power was torn apart, and the Dragon Slaying Spear stepped forward like a broken bamboo, and the last great power penetrated layers of obstacles, as if the burning glow of the world hit the blade of the sword in the stone.

Arthur was furious, the blade of the sword in the stone roared, and the golden medal of victory was awakened from it, and the influence of various phantom beasts evolved, and finally turned into a real dragon, swallowing and biting Ye Qingxuan. .

But the dragon was also penetrated.

The momentum is like a broken bamboo.

Ye Qingxuan roared, the full power turned into intense light, gushing out from his eyes.

He was almost burned to death by the frenzied power. The more power he controlled thousands of times in his hands, the connection became a hell-like torture.

Every moment there is a continuous roar.

That was the collision between the Dragon Slaying Spear and the Sword in the Stone.

Every impact brings a roar that shakes the world and the terrible aftermath that can be observed even in the holy city.

Holding that blazing light, nearly lavishly consuming the self-destructive power of the Dragon Slaying Spear, Ye Qingxuan stepped forward, crossed the stage of vision, and went up, breaking through one obstacle after another.

Until the end, Arthur was close at hand.

For such a long time, since the day when he came to Avalon~IndoMTL.com~He has been covered in Arthur’s shadow, but until today, he has seen Arthur’s way for the first time. .

Arthur's face is ugly.

Very ugly.

Beneath the human face, the outline of a beast emerged, hideous and ugly, staring at Ye Qingxuan, full of furious fire.

Ye Qingxuan roared and exhausted his last strength, pushing the round of glow towards Arthur.

Arthur roared, the sword in the stone roared, and his strength skyrocketed again. The power from the natural disasters finally exploded, and the terrifying power above all mortals collided with the Dragon Slaying Spear.

The Hall of the Throne collapsed.

"Wishful thinking!"

Arthur grinned, the gravitational force of the music theory above the blade was violent, suppressing the dragon-slaying spear every inch, and forcibly suppressed the terrible music theory that seemed to be the destruction of the world.

But at that moment, through the glow of fanaticism, he saw Ye Qingxuan's grinning, so happy.

Then the smiling young man released his palm.

Let the dragon-slaying spear fall off from his hand.

Give up? !

Immediately afterwards, the palm with interlaced scars was lifted, and in Arthur's stunned eyes, his five fingers spread out, his arms were rounded, and his strength was smashed toward Arthur's face!

Slap!

A slap in the face.

The roar can't hide the crisp sound.

A clear palm print appeared on Arthur's face, a handsome face with dark majesty and evil charm.

The eyes are still dull.

With a trace of confusion and dazedness.

The attack was so sudden, so offensive, and so...heartbroken!

Such an expression is very good.

Ye Qingxuan nodded happily.

Satisfied, every cell in his body seems to be dancing lightly and joyfully.

So cool! 8