Silent Crown Chapter 620: Dawn

Before Ye Qingxuan was killed by Ye Qingxuan, the Nomad Mountain was one of the few powerhouses in the sea, a monster that directly inherited the blood of Leviathan. In addition to surprising vitality and activity, it also has With a huge body commensurate with this strength.

Its total length has reached a jaw-dropping 1,170 meters, which is more than five times the current conventional large warships in various countries.

Just to separate it, the musicians of the Inquisition converted an entire haven into an understanding plane.

Among them, besides the terrifying defensive scales, the vital heart and the scariest skull, what Ye Qingxuan obtained, as well as the important organs that support such a huge body of the nomadic mountain.

Undoubtedly, it's the spine.

Thanks to the terrifying size of the nomadic mountain, the length of the battleship has reached a sensational length of 400 meters after being recast. The most important keel is a piece of the hardest part cut from the spine.

After secondary cultivation and rough processing, hundreds of vertebrae fused into one body. During the voyage, it showed unprecedented terrifying intensity and performance, and this was still limited to manpower and materials, unable to be finely processed, and not attached to the rough processing of other alchemical matrices.

It also has a terrifying potential that can be improved.

In addition, most of the remaining spine has gone through more complicated processes and detailed production, and is called the main gun "Petitioner" of the battleship through the special technology of the Inquisition.

On the remaining spine, there are only twenty-four segments left.

These twenty-four verses are not unusable scraps, on the contrary, they are the essence of it.

They are important organs that construct the etheric circulation in the body of the nomadic mountain.

With the ether and power in the blood, nomadic mountains can stimulate their power, ride storms and ocean tides, and call for terrifying tornadoes and storms that can engulf all fleets.

They are natural musical instruments, alchemy matrices generated by the music theory of natural disasters.

Under the suggestion of Chief Engineer Carol, the eighteen joints were embedded in the alchemy matrix of the hull, connected in parallel with the ether pool, and incorporated the original floating ability and the power to call tides and storms into it.

The other six joints are all made into weapons.

Weapons made in response to natural disasters.

After a long period of refining and manufacturing by alchemists, only three have been successfully produced so far, and the material is no longer the rough bones of the past, but instead looks like crystal clear crystals.

After all the alchemy matrix was compressed and rearranged, except for the parts that had nothing to do with lethality, its volume was actually reduced to one-tenth of its original size.

The destructive power has risen to more than a hundred times!

The ninth drive, overload operation.

Following Ye Qingxuan's orders, amidst the roar of near collapse, the petitioner's main artillery aimed at Avalon covered in destruction, a terrifying glow burst, the hurricane was lifted, and then torn apart.

In the sky, the dark clouds have also been turbulent.

As if a **** cast a sword of punishment from the sky above.

The crystal spine shaped like a holy emblem descended from the sky, and the temporarily poured cyan plating layer rubbed against the air, but in an instant, it climbed to the ignition point, bursting with a scorching red light.

With a flick of his fingers, after passing through the fault arranged by Ye Qingxuan, the thin green gold shell fell off from it, and the crystal holy emblem burst into a terrifying light.

The endless electric light gathered on it, and thunder burst out.

The stars are falling!

A short distance of one kilometer was leaped, and the burning light of the holy emblem illuminated the deformed head of the natural disaster dragon, with a stiff expression of astonishment.

In the next moment, he ruthlessly tore the rotten face to shreds, and attached its head to the abdominal cavity through the crack in the neck.

The sound of the sacred emblem's cracking was mixed with the long overdue roar and loud noise, which seemed silent, but it brought terrifying consequences far beyond the impact of quality.

Without the head, he can make a screaming scream.

The body of the dragon of natural disasters suddenly swelled, like a hollow rubber doll of inferior quality being blown up, bulging out several times the original size.

The burning red light like lava rushes under the skin, and across a long distance, I can still feel the terrifying heat, but this is just the beginning.

The light emitted from each pore immediately afterwards is condensed into a liquid that almost turns into a liquid.

As if in an instant, a huge thundercloud squeezed into its body, and the lightning accumulated for a long time in the clouds was completely attracted, burning all touched materials into coke.

After constructing on the theme of ocean tides and storms, once the joints are drawn, they will affect the surrounding moisture to create a thunder cloud that can cover the entire city at the fingertips, and ignite the thunder of the world.

Now, all the destruction has been stuffed into the body of the dragon of natural disasters.

Flesh, bones, etheric circulation... everything was smashed, destroyed, and crushed into ashes by almost violent.

Amid the roar of the turmoil, Arthur's body instantly stiffened, and was burned into coke by the thunder gushing from the inside. The vitality of the natural disaster made him reborn again, and was once again destroyed by the storm.

This is the torture above the torture and the torture, like endless swords and swords.

How many times have you been killed in a short moment?

The natural disaster roared into dust, Leviathan's force suppressed it inward and put out all thunderstorms forcibly. The body of the dragon of natural disaster resurfaced, but it became riddled with holes.

On the broken ground that was burnt to black, the viscous blood was struggling angrily like a living thing, converging towards the iron-cast skeleton in the center.

The broken skeleton vibrated and quickly closed the cracks. Bunches of new granulation sprouts grew from above like plants, closing the chest cavity and forming a membrane. Under the membrane, a huge new heart beating quickly.

The broken head increased in value, and the remaining pupils opened again.

This time, in addition to anger and madness, there is also a hint of panic... which cannot be concealed and disguised.

Not right.

What's wrong...

Become a natural disaster, gain strength, never die again, hold eternity, power is in sight. Everything in the world is waiting for its own conquest. Longwei will cover the seven seas, and will rule the entire material world, becoming the only emperor and eternal ruler.

But everything that is being born now is completely different from what I originally expected.

Not only did he lose all the body he had prepared, and could only be parasitic in a clumsy body with no qualifications, but he was also forced to reincarnate before the road to the ascension of the gods was completed. The pain and anger of being hit hard for the second time, until now, he has even begun to despair of such a strange world.

"The old **** will die, Your Majesty... I am so, and so are you."

Merlin's mocking laughter sounded from his ears again, making him mad, looking around angrily, his bare bones claws slapped against the condensed soil, roared, fought with the golden dragon, and dashed madly. The line of defense, no longer entangled, wants to break through.

But when he broke through the towering shield wall, what he saw was not freedom.

But the silent emperor.

In the hands of the emperor, the magnificent and holy long sword was lifted high. It was obviously a memory of nothingness. The fake reshaped by Longwei had a beauty of decisiveness and coldness.

"It's over, Arthur."

The emperor said farewell softly, the illusory sword in the stone cut down, piercing through its remaining eye pupils, causing the dragon of natural disasters to mourn in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the Wanjun roared. Amidst the roar of the undead, the legion that Longwei had transformed into a rushed forward, brandishing a sword, and rushing towards Arthur.

Use a knife to chop, use an axe to chop, use all weapons within reach, leaving scars on Arthur at all costs. If your weapon is broken, you can pull it with your hands, if your nails are broken, you can grab it with your bones, and if your hands are broken, you can use your teeth to bite...

That's not fighting anymore, it's torture.

Like **** came to the world.

The hatred and pain accumulated for hundreds of years since death exploded today. Countless angry ants are disintegrating the dragon little by little, causing the natural disaster to mourn in pain.

After the Ten Thousand Army, the emperor stood silently holding the sword, his dim eyes staring at the mad souls, and the wailing, twitching, and tumbling dragons.

Under the armor, the scars cracked.

The fingers holding the hilt tremble.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the painful blood between his lips and teeth.

It's over, Arthur.

It's over.

"It's useless! It's useless! It's all useless!"

In the endless torture, the fragmented natural disaster dragon laughed hoarsely, mocking the ants: "You can't kill me! No one can kill me! No one!

I have been a natural disaster, I have clenched for eternity! Even if I die here, I will be able to reincarnate in a hundred years...I am immortal!

I made this country, I spread my legends all over the seven seas, and countless people praise my name! I have been with Angru, as long as this country is not destroyed, I will eventually return! "

"The Spring and Autumn Dreams will end here, Arthur."

A hoarse sigh sounded.

Amidst the roars and roars of thousands of people, the low voice sounded from Arthur's ears, with unprecedented coldness and indifference, which made the dragon of natural disasters stiffen, like a tide of panic rising from his heart. .

Ye Qingxuan.

Outside the battlefield, the white young man lowered his head.

He lifted his hands full of cracks, fumbled for a torn paper box from his pocket, shook it for a long time, picked out half of the cigarettes that hadn't been broken from it, and lit it with the light of his fingertips.

After taking a deep breath, he extinguished the flames on his fingers and exhaled fuzzy smoke.

Clearly closed his eyes, but when he tilted his head and looked in the direction of Arthur, he felt that the pupils of those eyes must be full of mockery and mockery.

While Arthur was sluggish, he smiled and asked softly: "Do you know there is something called the'Holy Grail of Destruction'?"

At that moment, it seemed that despair had transformed the form and fell from the sky.

The dragon of natural disaster roared wildly, its broken body squirming, and it crazily crawled towards Ye Qingxuan's place. But as Ye Qingxuan raised his palm, the entire turbulent ground veins under Avalon gave a earth-shattering roar.

In the heavens on earth, the ancient scroll of "Genesis" unfolded again, drawing endless power, and once again descended on Avalon. Numerous forbidden music theories were unfolded out of thin air, and the light domain music theories were erected.

First, there must be light.

In the icy light, the huge realm enveloped Arthur, isolating it from the inside and the outside. It was like a huge glass wall, closing the sky and the earth, pulling him into another world.

The ode to the creation of the world, at this moment, contains the meaning of destruction.

Countless machine pivots are operating, huge gears tens of meters high rotate, the alchemy matrix of the homeland defense front changes rapidly, one after another huge cables sprang from the broken ground and connected to the creation of Genesis. Beyond the huge realm.

Like a huge crystal six-sided cube falling from the sky, imprisoning Arthur in it, allowing the broken dragon to struggle frantically, but unable to break through the invisible cage, and can only watch the desperate little general Engulf yourself.

In front of the six-sided cube fault, Ye Qingxuan finally opened his eyes, raised his head, and stared at Arthur, seemingly pitying and sympathizing with his next encounter, and his tone became warm and soft.

Like a deceased person holding a death notice.

"Don't worry, natural disasters will not die. Even if your consciousness will be burned out in the fire, your power will flow into the earth and heaven and make your final contribution to this country."

Ye Qingxuan smiled and waved goodbye:

"Congratulations, Arthur, you are finally with Angelu."

The black dragon of natural disasters roared desperately, like a groan, but also like a utter madness, roaring, and the sound was vague and broken, like a human, and like a beast.

As the Holy Grail of Destruction slowly started, he roared and begged. He wanted to let Ye Qingxuan die without a place to bury his body, suffer forever, and suddenly promised him eternal glory and glory, and even gave away all his power. Immediately afterwards, he shouted some great secret, but in a flash, he changed another set of rhetoric.

From anger, to depression, from struggling and pleading, to numbness at the end.

Totally despair.

"Why..."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan blankly, "Tell me why?"

Ye Qingxuan smoked the remaining half of the cigarette, raised his brows, and shook his head a little troublesome:

"If you want to ask why, I have a lot of reasons here. I can produce a five-hundred-page book to prove the rationality of your death and failure from multiple angles.

But in the final analysis, you have no chance of winning this war from the beginning..."

He raised his hand, took off the cigarette that was about to burn out at the corner of his mouth, and answered calmly:

"——Because you blocked my way."

The cigarette pops out of your fingers.

The dim red light drew a beautiful arc in the air, passing through the crystal cube. The faint spark illuminates Arthur's numb pupils and ignites the flames of destruction.

Only an instant, a terrifying flame exploded from it.

As if in an instant, the scorching sun was born from it.

Under the limitless supply of ether, pure destruction burst from it, thunder and lightning flashed, ground, water, fire and wind shattered one after another, as if the terrifying scene of the end of the universe was staged from it.

The terrifying rays of light destroying a thousand suns at the same time burst one after another. Even if you block your eyes with your hands, you can clearly see the translucent bones.

The Holy Grail of Destruction.

The terrifying force originally used to destroy the whole of Anglu exploded in the hexahedron boundary, flooding every corner. In an instant, the dark dragon of natural disasters was swallowed.

Quietly.

Across the realm of Genesis, no painful wailing and roars can be heard, only a palpable silence.

How many times has it been reborn inside?

Hundreds of times? Thousands of times? Still tens of thousands of times?

Until the end, in the endless destruction, all consciousness and all spirit were wiped out.

Everything is destroyed.

Tangible, intangible.

Only the power of Leviathan that had been stripped out again was pulled out mercilessly by the matrix of the heavenly kingdom on earth, and ruthlessly cut off all the possibility of Arthur's resurrection.

Death is so long and so short.

Between the quiet sea and the sky, in the city almost turned into ruins, only the pure flame is burning.

The rays of light tore through the darkness between the sky and the earth, dispelling the clouds and lingering mist, and also illuminating the dull ocean.

This country buried in darkness is back in the sun.

Back to the material world.

Until the end, the flame went out.

In the crisp sound, the hexahedron shattered and dissipated. No ashes flew out of it, even the ashes were burned into nothingness.

Only the emperor's hoarse sigh.

It's over.

These hundreds of years of pain and struggle, the curse that has entangled this country and everyone, and the relationship that shouldn't have started at all.

If the fisherman's son hadn't been to that mirror-like lake hundreds of years ago, would all this be different?

He stood silently on the edge of the palace, gazing at the sea before dawn in the distance.

"What are your plans from now on?"

Ye Qingxuan, holding on to his cane, walked forward, stood beside him, tilted his head and looked at him with a smile: "Continue to rule this country?"

"Forget it."

The emperor shook his head: "I only ruled once, and it made it so bad. Do you want to clean up the mess again? Leave this country to you and Mary."

"What about you?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him seriously: "You won't tell me that you are going to die soon, right?"

Crash!

The emperor shot quickly, Ye Qingxuan didn't react at all, just felt that a flower was in front of him, and he was hit **** his forehead. The pain made him take a breath of cold air and grinned.

Seeing his appearance, the emperor blew his whistle rather imperiously, smiling happily:

"I wanted to do this a long time ago."

Slap.

A faint cracking sound rang from his hand, and a crack appeared on that finger.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and his smile stiffened on his face before he had time.

The emperor hid his hands awkwardly behind him. After a long silence, he couldn't help but sigh: "You guessed at least one thing, so I won't say goodbye nonsense."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and said nothing.

The emperor was holding the sword, and suddenly asked:

"Where did Bai Xi go?"

"Dongfang." Ye Qingxuan replied in a dull voice.

"Get her back early. I want Mary to make her a female prince." The emperor gave her the reward without hesitation, and didn't forget to give Ye Qingxuan a glance: "She is much more obedient than you and Vito. "

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, rubbed his nose, and muttered:

"She will be back."

The emperor nodded, "Abraham and Charles will do too, right? And the kid Vito, who has been outside these years, must be crazy. Only you can control him. Remember to get him back."

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, "Everything will be back to usual, don't worry."

"That's good."

The emperor nodded, stared at the distant sea, and smiled from his heart:

"It's so beautiful, this world. Why didn't I show up earlier?"

Ye Qingxuan did not speak.

He lowered his head, raised his hand, and covered his face, but he couldn't wipe away the tears, and couldn't help choking up.

It's like a homeless child.

"Don't go, can't you?"

"Of course not."

The emperor shook his head helplessly: "I and Arthur were originally one, the fisherman's son and the lunatic who wanted to be natural disasters are also the same. The current decline is the result of my own self-comfort, you don't have to be sad.

Merlin is actually right. The old age is about to pass. Let the name Arthur be forgotten with it. "

Ye Qingxuan did not speak.

The emperor sighed, stretched out his hand, and rubbed his head: "Get Bai Xi back soon."

"Hmm."

Ye Qingxuan wiped his eyes and raised his red eye sockets.

The emperor sighed, like an elderly lady, could not help being wordy: "Be stronger, don't let others bully you."

"Hmm."

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"Don't disappoint those girls who love you, and don't be like me."

"Hmm."

Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"And..."

The emperor stopped talking. For a long time, he patted his head helplessly: "Is there anything I can't remember for a while, so let's stop here, it's not long-winded.

What you promised me, remember, I will supervise you! "

Ye Qingxuan nodded silently, and the emperor laughed, his broken face was full of joy and relief, and the eyes looking at the young man were gentle, just as they did in the past when the two met in the falling snow.

Standing with each other, they feel warm, even if the world is indifferent, they are no longer alone.

"Ye Qingxuan, nice to meet you."

"Me too."

"We are good friends, right?"

"Well, best friend."

So the emperor nodded, contented, and no longer hungered for more.

In the silence, I don't know how long it has passed, only the cracking sound rang out.

Gradually, there were more and more rifts in the emperor's body, until the end, he could no longer maintain his body.

"It looks like the time has come, I didn't expect it to be so soon."

He sighed regretfully and looked at Ye Qingxuan: "Goodbye."

"Hmm."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, as if already used to this parting, smiled reluctantly: "Goodbye."

The emperor nodded and closed his eyes.

In a trance, the sound of the ocean tide sounded. It is a tune that has always accompanied my dreams since childhood. In the distant sound of the tide, singing came, familiar and gentle, as if forever wandering in this city, silently watching and waiting.

He chuckled softly.

I have kept you waiting, sorry.

I will come here...

The gentle sea breeze blows, like a joyful hug. The emperor smiled, opened his arms, his broken body turned into dust and dissipated in the wind.

Return to nothingness.

The world is back and quiet.

Only Ye Qingxuan stood alone in the ruins, reaching out his hand in vain, trying to touch the traces of his passing.

A long time, a long time.

He lowered his head sadly, smiled reluctantly, and whispered: "Goodbye."

I was smiling, but my shoulders couldn't help shaking.

He lowered his head.

Water trails slipped from the cheeks, dripping on the back of the hand, silently.

Goodbye.

Until the end, he was finally left alone in this empty world, no more meaning...

Fart!

The sound of disdainful ‘chirp’ sounded.

"Ah!!!" Ye Qingxuan, who was immersed in sorrow, suddenly trembled~IndoMTL.com~ Feeling the severe pain from her calf, she screamed involuntarily.

The pain is so sudden and so familiar, even if I have experienced it countless times, I still can't help falling to the ground instantly, clutching my calf and rolling.

While rolling, he saw the familiar pair of pupils.

A bird's-eye view of Linxia.

Such arrogance, but full of helplessness to hate iron but not steel, as well as the contempt and disappointment that seems to come from the whole family.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, Shihua, dumbfounded.

The golden retriever stalked him, annoyed by his unworthy cowardly appearance, and slapped his face with his wagging tail, like a slap in the face.

Didn’t you say goodbye?

I have said that I will supervise you!

Just walked for a while...you cried!

Ye Qingxuan stared at him blankly, stretched out his hand, and touched its golden hair. A familiar feeling came from his fingertips, true and true. Feeling the look of contempt, he couldn't help smiling and ecstatic on his face twitching with pain.

"Hahahahaha."

In spite of the hound's struggle, he rushed over, hugged it in his arms, cheered, and rolled on the ground, so that the serious teaching robe was covered with dust and mud.

In this terrible world, parting and reunion are always sudden.

What's not too bad is that there is always hope to survive.

The former emperor has fallen asleep with the old grievances, but the hound that has inherited animality and dragon power has nothing to do with it. It has already existed in the earth and heaven, and is with this country.

In the ruins, the young man hugged the hound, laughed, and shed tears of joy.

"Old Fei, welcome back!"

-

The long night is over, and the sun rises from the end of the ocean.

A fresh wind is blowing in the distance.

Dawn finally arrived.