Silent Crown Chapter 618: God bless the kingdom, my emperor bless me

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In the roar.

The rod of fate collides with the sword in the stone.

The battle has already begun, but it has already broken away from the contest of strength, and has entered a deeper battle. This is essentially a confrontation, and even a qualitative attack.

After gathering the matrix of the entire road to the ascension of the gods, the sword in the stone has changed from the original key to the road to the ascension itself. It is precisely because of this that when Maxwell betrayed Arthur, Arthur was hit hard and he was sealed for hundreds of years.

This time, Arthur did not make the same mistake again. All the music theory has been out of Maxwell's control and can be completed in his hands.

Purely speaking of nature, it has been out of the category of the past. It not only represents Arthur’s winning golden chapter, but also directly mobilizes Leviathan’s power. To some extent, it will now be It is not an exaggeration to regard Leviathan as a carrier.

The sad and hoarse voice sang a cappella from it.

The dead Leviathan seemed to return as a soul, lingering in the sky, continuously putting power into it, making Arthur stronger, more violent, and...inhuman.

In contrast, the rod of fate is almost like a stubborn iron.

Too...so simple.

It didn't bring Ye Qingxuan any other abilities or powers, and it didn't even have the huge lethality of the dragon-slaying spear.

After recondensing the fragments of fate again, and devouring the music theory passed down by the entire Inquisition for hundreds of years, this black iron staff has almost become the embodiment of miracles in the temple.

The holy emblem pattern intertwined by countless music theories is the proof.

From the moment it was born, it has been included in the huge music theory system carried by the sacred cauldron, recognized by it, and has become a "symbolic object" like the gate of heaven.

Since the sacred cauldron opened up a brand-new system in Dayuan, for hundreds of years, human beings have continued to contribute to this system in order to strengthen themselves. The existence of the three kings and saints is the defender of this system, and at the same time, the "sacred book" held by the Order is also an indispensable part of it.

In addition to pasturing the souls of sentient beings, the legends created by "Sacred Code" are constantly sublimated in this process. Based on this theme, countless'elements' have been born, which can be said to be almost beneficial. All musicians.

Except for black musicians, after becoming a master, all musicians will choose the most suitable chapters and elements from them, with the intention of integrating into the chapter of fate and sublimating into the scepter.

Once it succeeds, it directly becomes a part of this system, through which it penetrates into the etheric realm, and even directly invokes power from the great source.

In addition, there are artifacts forged directly for the purpose of carrying elements.

For example, the gate of heaven, such as the sacred horn, for example, recasting on the basis of fragments of fate, after absorbing the core music theory of the Inquisition, it is directly recognized by the sacred cauldron of the "stick of destiny"!

Because of this, at the moment it was born, Shi Dong was so ecstatic.

Since then, the Inquisition is no longer a subordinate institution appointed by the Order, and can be abolished and reorganized at will.

As long as the rod of destiny is in Ye Qingxuan's hands for one day, then the Inquisition has its own legitimacy and rationality, and its sacred status is unshakable!

As for Ye Qingxuan's title of "God's Hand", no one can criticize it at will.

The protection given by the sacred cauldron to the "stick of destiny" is directly quoted from a chapter in the sacred scripture-following the will of the gods, breaking all disobedience to pieces, just like an iron rod smashing clay pottery , Just like receiving authority from God's hands!

What the rod of fate reveals at this time is the unique horrible ‘stability’.

Even if it was just born, even without any maintenance, without any preparation, colliding with the sword in the stone representing the way to ascend to the gods, its music theory is still as stable as a rock, without the slightest damage, even without The slightest shake.

Almost indestructible!

It seems that even if everything is destroyed, this thing can live forever alone.

For Ye Qingxuan, who is good at taking advantage of the power, there is nothing more suitable for him.

Since then, he can use hundreds of times his own strength without hesitation, and put pressure on it without risk of damage or breakage.

Simply a great leverage!

Even if he pours the power of the entire homeland defense front into it, there is no sign that the rod of fate can't bear it.

Simple enough means powerful enough.

There is a white wolf like Ye Qingxuan who is good at empty gloves, who borrows chicken to lay eggs, it doesn't need other abilities anymore. The role it needs to play is a ‘lever’, with Ye Qingxuan as the starting point to completely pry the whole Angelu and Leviathan together!

Boom!

In the sky, the sound of the dark day cracking more sternly.

Arthur's face became more ferocious, and under his skin, the violent and angry dragon blood proliferated on its own, revealing all kinds of inhuman traces. Ye Qingxuan looked at him indifferently, his smile couldn't help mocking.

The power of the natural disaster burst from the sword in the stone, and Arthur pressed forward and looked down at him. His dark eyes were bloodshot: "What are you looking at?"

Ye Qingxuan did not take a step back, tit-for-tat: "I'm watching, who are you?"

"I am Arthur, the king of kings! The eternal emperor of the future!"

Arthur roared, and the road to the ascension of God frantically extracted Leviathan's endless power, making him stronger and more terrifying, pressing Ye Qingxuan back step by step.

"Chih..."

Ye Qingxuan sneered and shook his head, with a mocking expression: "I guess you are... very angry, right?"

As the road to the ascendance of the gods is running violently, Arthur at this moment is no longer what it was just now. The crazy multiplication of dragon blood transforms this originally weak body, and countless scales grow out of the skin. , The sharp bones pierced out from behind, opened and turned into huge black wings.

"This is the eternal emperor of the world?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "Why don't you look in the mirror before speaking?

Your love for the fairy in the lake comes from greed. Leviathan's love for you may not be pure, right? Dragon blood has brought you strength and made you look like you are now, right? "

Looking at that ugly face, Ye Qingxuan sighed: "I am afraid that you will only find out afterwards: it just turned you into a monster like it, not the emperor you want!

That's why you are so angry! So crazy..."

"Shut up!"

Arthur roared, and Longwei was violent.

But in the midst of the roar, there was a hoarse chuckle, mocking and helpless.

"Give up, Your Majesty. Don't you understand yet?"

On the spine of the sword in the stone, in the deep darkness, Maxwell's fuzzy face emerged with a complex expression: "From beginning to end, this world never belonged to you."

"You bastard..." Arthur's expression was distorted: "I made you! Who gave you the courage to offend me!"

The angry dragon swept through, tearing Maxwell to pieces, but his figure was gathered again, the clearer. Even if the riotous music theory tears its body, its faces are full of cracks, and it is about to fall apart.

"I can be sure that this courage comes from myself."

Maxwell whispered: "Your Majesty, I am so lucky to have a human heart. Although I am not qualified as a weapon, I am proud of this free will.

It is great that I can live in this world with my human face and will, Your Majesty. "

"Presumptuous!"

The sword in the stone wailed, the blade shattered, and Maxwell's phantom trembled and fell apart, but his eyes became more determined.

Arthur gritted his teeth, softened his attitude, and squeezed a voice from between his teeth: "If you like it so much, after this matter is over, I promise you that you will live forever in the world as a human being.

Maxwell, I am immortal for a day, and the power is easy for you to share! "

But Maxwell's expression remained the same, but he stretched out his hand, and countless music theories extended from the sword in the stone, pierced into Arthur's body, and completely integrated with him.

"Forget it, Your Majesty. After so many years, I'm tired of it."

Maxwell embraced his creator and whispered softly: "The new era should be in the hands of young people. Please join me out of this stage."

Crash!

On the sword in the stone, a tragic crack suddenly appeared, the road to the gods wailed, and countless cracks appeared on the main trunk, and the four-layer interface was out of balance, and it was about to fall apart completely.

Arthur trembled in pain, screamed, and roared.

"Maxwell!" Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes wide: "What do you want to do?"

"Do what I have never done before."

Maxwell looked up and looked around this turbulent world, his eyes became longing and nostalgic: "I should have done this back then, but unfortunately, I dare not.

This world is so beautiful, Ye Qingxuan, why am I willing to leave? But it has suffered so much because of my cowardice. "

"Then stop! Maxwell."

Ye Qingxuan roared, the rod of fate pressed forward frantically, trying to interrupt Maxwell, but could not touch his figure.

"Don't you want to retire? I still have Asgard's house for you, don't you want to go there to see it? It's beautiful, Maxwell, it's really beautiful."

He looked at the broken old man, his eyes begging: "I beg you, if you don't take a look, you will regret it."

"If the nursery is still empty, plant rose flowers for me there."

Maxwell smiled and said goodbye softly: "I have always wanted to accompany Elizabeth to see flowers, but unfortunately, there will be no chance again. If I die, I can leave a place for the flowers to bloom in this world, then it would be a pity ."

Rumble.

Maxwell's body fell apart.

The last mutilated face dissipated in the streamer, leaving only a farewell smile.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

Arthur screamed fiercely, and the road to God's ascension was turbulent, completely falling apart. The black scorching sun above the sky trembled, fell, and hit the world.

"Don't think about it! Maxwell, you bastard...don't think about it!"

He screamed, ignoring his collapsed body, opened his mouth, swallowing the sword in the stone, and swallowing the broken blade into his abdomen. The broken path to ascend to the gods was forcibly absorbed, and endless power filled that deformed body.

He is not dead.

He is still alive!

But before he could laugh, he heard a hoarse roar.

"Arthur, you bastard..."

Ye Qingxuan's face was green and furious, and he walked forward against the pressure of the wind. The rod of destiny in his hand is held high, constructing a pure white moon wheel that rises to the sky.

Sage’s Stone, Movement Chapter, Resonance of Natural Disasters.

The Trinity.

The Nine Heavens Ring Pei draws the power of the national defense front, pours the fiery dragon veins into the Staff of Destiny, and smashes it down!

Boom! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the entire strength of Anglo, the rod of fate hit Arthur's face, smashing the deformed face into a smash, and even too late to resist, the second rod smashed down and smashed him up. In his right hand, the bones are muddy.

Ignoring the attacking Longwei, he stepped on Arthur's body and smashed the rod of destiny frantically. One stick after another, the dark blood spilled on his face, sketching out anger. Outline.

"How dare you! How dare you!"

Ye Qingxuan stepped on Arthur Xun’s healing face, held the rod of fate, and smashed fiercely like a demon: "Why don’t you die obediently! Why! Why do you get in the way and live in this world? !

How do you deserve to let Maxwell lose even one hair! Why don't you die sooner! For something like you, why not obediently find a dark corner and quietly rot away!

You bastard! Shit! Rubbish! waste! sinner! Parasites! "

Arthur screamed, wailed, broke his bones and wanted to talk, but he couldn't move under the ravages of the storm and was trampled under his feet like garbage.

Now, the young man who has maintained his arrogance and determination from start to finish is mad, savagely surpassing evil spirits, angrily tore off the hypocritical face, relentlessly exposing poison and trampling With Arthur's dignity, no mercy is left.

"Go to die! Why not die?!"

Ye Qingxuan roared and stepped on his face, kicking and kicking: "Why? Why? Why? Why!!!

Arthur screamed, wailing under the crush of the rod of fate.

Forcibly exploding, he stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the iron rod that was smashed down, even if his fingers fell apart. The distorted and mutilated face is full of madness.

"You will pay the price, Ye Qingxuan!"

He raised his head with difficulty, and squeezed a voice from between his teeth: "It will definitely!"

At that moment, frantic fluctuations burst out of his rotten flesh, even pushing Ye Qingxuan away completely, and the whole person lit up a blue flame.

In the flames, he roared ferociously, falling apart inch by inch, turning into a fiery light, flying to the sky, flooding into that dark day.

Above the sun, the cracks suddenly spread, and countless traces of the cracks appeared.

In it, there was a trembling fetal movement.

Reluctantly abandon the power that has not been absorbed. He no longer waits for the transformation of the road to the gods to be completed. He wants to abandon this fragile body and descend on this world with the face of natural disasters.

Let down the roar of destruction!

Boom!

In an instant, the scorching sun hit the ground. In the etheric realm, a violent scorching sun slowly rose, announcing the birth of a new natural disaster.

The road to ascend to the gods is completed here!

In the scorching sun, in the unquenched flame, the pitch-black deformed dragon slowly raised its head, and uttered its first roar toward the world.

Nichikai trembled.

The next moment, he spread his wings and shrouded Avalon in his own shadow. The transformed terrifying dragon swept through, and in just an instant, half of the buildings in the upper city were flattened.

Even if it is a premature baby who has not been conceived, it still has the power above all human beings!

"Hahaha, Maxwell, did you see it? Did you see it?"

Arthur was ecstatic and cheered: "You **** can't stop me, no one can stop me! I am the real king of kings!"

"Really?"

He heard a cold voice.

The rod of fate suddenly fell to the ground, and a deep voice came. Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly, "That's it? This is what you want? To be honest, I don't even have the qualifications to be a joke."

The dark dragon power swept across, and the force from natural disasters exploded and crushed, causing the rod of fate to scream, Ye Qingxuan's palm was broken again, and cracks appeared in his bones.

After being completely transformed into a natural disaster, Arthur's power has been qualitatively sublimated. With just one blow, Ye Qingxuan's leverage was unbalanced, and the rod of fate as the base was turbulent and almost collapsed.

Arthur looked down at him, and a cold smile appeared on the dragon:

"Now, who is the joke?"

The terrifying pressure comparable to the deepest part of the abyss was exerted on Ye Qingxuan, causing his bones to mourn, almost unable to lift his head. Long Wei cruelly squeezed him to crush him completely.

"I said, I will make you pay, Ye Qingxuan, I said it!"

Arthur announced coldly: "I want to imprison you in the fragments of the sword in the stone, and use the rest of my life to confess, confess that you have offended the emperor of the world!"

The pressure is skyrocketing.

Ye Qingxuan's body was shocked, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. Holding on to the rod of fate and forcibly resisting the pressure of Long Wei, he raised his head and sneered: "No, Arthur, just the opposite."

He said, "I will defeat you, I will save this country, and I will make this world a better place!"

"——This world, you don't deserve to have it!"

At that moment, Arthur's destiny chapter that he had abandoned-the golden chapter of winning, burst out from the earth and heaven.

As the road to ascend to the gods collapses, the heaven on earth will forcefully gather all the remaining power and swallow it.

The music theory of "Genesis" radiated in all directions and blended into every corner of the heavenly kingdom on earth, bringing earth-shattering transformations.

If this city in the past was only a phantom in the mirror, it has already risen into the etheric realm under the support of Leviathan's power, and turned into a brilliant star high above the starry sky.

Since then, the truth is true.

Above the throne, Mary has closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In her arms, countless music theories are intertwined, and the golden scabbard draws out the power of the national defense front.

The phantom of the golden retriever emerged from it, absorbing the frenzied power, and turned into a majestic giant dragon with full scales and cold eyes.

In the end, the dragon turned into a vague figure, wearing a three-layered golden crown, raising its golden eyes and looking at Arthur.

The heavens on the earth burst into light.

The world seems to have fallen into a standstill.

The curtain opened on the stage, and everything was waiting.

A majestic figure like an emperor walked out of the heaven on earth, the gates of the city opened one after another, countless cheers emerged from it, and the horns rang.

He walked towards the sky step by step.

Heavy armor emerged from the body, and then, a luxurious long sword appeared in the empty scabbard around his waist, and finally, the god-junky red dragon horse walked out of the void.

One person, one sword, riding a war horse, but like a host of armies, the world shakes.

With his arrival, the whole Anglu resonated, blessing each layer of strength on top of it, and the light was shining brightly. The phantom of the golden dragon appeared, sprinkling endless dragon power and turning into an ocean.

Until the end, he stopped beside Ye Qingxuan.

On the horse, a familiar look was cast.

Arrogant and helpless.

Like an emperor.

Ye Qingxuan held the rod of fate, wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, looked up at him, and couldn't help sighing.

"To be honest, who is Arthur?"

"I don't know."

The emperor shook his head with a complicated expression: "Maybe it was me, maybe it was me."

"Let me guess, because of Ye Lanzhou?"

"...Yes."

"Okay, I'll talk about this later." Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the dark dragon on the opposite side. "Such a mess, do you regret it?"

"A little bit."

The emperor wiped his nose awkwardly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You have taken care of me for so many years, you should." Ye Qingxuan shook his head indifferently: "Next time you find a girlfriend, just find a reliable one. It doesn't matter if you are ugly."

The emperor was silent, looking at other places, not knowing what to say.

Soon, he heard Ye Qingxuan's voice.

"Old fee."

"Huh?"

He turned his head, but saw the young man's pupils, solemn and serious.

"Thank you for so many years."

The emperor laughed, stretched out his hand, and patted him on the shoulder, as he always did.

"Me too."

-

The sound of the horse neighing sounded.

The emperor drew the empty long sword from the sheath.

That is the outline buried in the memory, once again manifested in Longwei, as in previous years, seven virtues embellish it, through the years, majestic and self-reliant.

"My time is running out..."

The emperor looked at the natural disaster ahead and stared at the dark dragon, his expression arrogant and contemptuous, as always. The pupils of the eyes reflected the sword blade in his hand, and it became as cold as iron.

"Let's go."

"Hmm."

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

The next moment, he seemed to wake up from a hallucination and opened his eyes.

As if nothing was born.

Time flowed again, the killing intent of the dragon of natural disasters came, and the destruction was close at hand.

Under the shadow of the wings of natural disasters, the pitch-black dragon power was like a torrent, engulfing Ye Qingxuan~IndoMTL.com~ But the next moment, from his front, a golden glow that seemed to be eternal lit up.

In the clank of the rod of destiny, a sword blade condenses from the golden glow and slashes forward. The essence that was almost equal to the natural disaster collided in one place, but the result was a unilateral destruction.

The torrent of destruction was opened up from the central government.

In the glow, the horses neighed, and the majestic marching music played, as if a heaven-given king stepped out of it and raised the'sword in the stone' towards Arthur.

Endless radiance burst from the blade, like a rising sun, illuminating this dark world, and shed an endless sea of ​​radiance.

The banner of the red dragon is raised again.

The horse neighs, and the emperor holds a sword.

"The King of Anglo is here!"

Between the sky and the sea, there is a low voice announcement, echoing above the seven seas, conveying to every inch of land and where the tide is. That voice came from the past, awakening the silent dead again, and making the spirits of the past come back again, to find the glory that passed away.

"All the officials, follow my banner!"

Therefore, countless streams of light have flown from all directions and cast towards the banner of the red dragon. The soul rubbed against the scorching sun, bursting out a decisive thunder light.

The sea of ​​ether is boiling, and countless ether fluctuations one after another, but surrendered to the same melody and the same theme, playing the golden chapter of victory.

Countless figures emerged from it, walked out of the past glory, manifested with dragon power, and descended on this world thousands of years later.

So the world roared.

"Wansheng! Wansheng! Wansheng!"

The huge legion that Longwei transformed into following the banner, rushed forward, shouting feverishly:

"——I would like to dedicate myself to the great and supreme emperor. May God bless the kingdom and my emperor bless me!"

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