Crown of Silence

Chapter 582 I am the state

In silence, only the face in the crystal is singing softly.

The lingering song spreads in the rain and spreads in all directions.

Then, the dark ocean makes a sharp sound, boiling, and the dark river emerges from the deepest part, and countless evil sons in the sea respond loudly.

They are coming.

The sea and the sky roar.

"Your Majesty..."

Lancelot knelt on one knee and begged: "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 silence, the sleeping face opened its eyes.

The eyes that seemed to contain the abyss stared at the emperor in front of him, as if he was suddenly aware, but empty, only the beastly nature of natural disasters rushed and flowed in it, gathering into substance, like an endless deep sea.

That was a glance from Leviathan's sleep, looking at this turbulent world.

Elizabeth smiled.

"Don't worry, Prince Thames, I will be with this sinful blood."

Holding the crystal prism, she stepped up the steps step by step, sat on her throne, stared at the dark ocean and sky, and whispered softly:

"- This time, I will definitely cut you off with this ominous blood."

Bang!

The crisp sound of steel rubbing sounded from under the throne.

The earth shook.

No, it was further down, not just the palace that was suspended at the highest point like a cage, nor the magnificent and solemn upper city, but Avalon.

The deepest part of Avalon shook violently.

The hub that had been buried in the darkness since its construction was activated. Under the refinement of the ether furnace, huge power was extracted from the ether veins, gushing out like a waterfall, driving the heavy gears to operate.

Steel roared.

The earth was torn apart, the fire was ignited, the hurricane was lifted, and the rainstorm was blocked.

In the roar that seemed to have been passed down from ancient times, the ground of the throne hall cracked and shattered, countless steel and gears emerged from under the steel frame, the floor was broken, fell, and stuck in the gap, but it could not stop its operation and was crushed into dust.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The piercing and sharp sound burst out from the throne.

One nail after another popped out from it, deeply wedged into Elizabeth's spine, and connected at the nerve center. Layers of steel rose up and covered 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 been connected to the huge hub, and connected to the countless branches in Avalon. The earth has become her body, with countless huge steel machines as her internal organs, and the surging ether veins under the ocean are her blood...

"The long-cherished wish of the ancestors is here..."

In the terrible pain, Elizabeth's blood stretched out from her pores, and the dragon's might gushed out like a flame, sweeping and covering the entire Avalon, bringing everything under her control.

The pale face struggled to draw a smile, and she whispered softly:

"-Now, I am Avalon, I am Anglo."

The emperor has stepped onto his throne, and after abandoning his mortal body, he penetrated the steel with the dragon's might and became one with his own country...

This is a war that has been prepared for a hundred years ago.

Even the emperor himself would become a chip, a gamble on the gambling table...

At this moment, the destructive dragon power has been strengthened by tens of millions of times, emerging from the deepest part of the earth, like a torrent sweeping across, and in just a moment, the red lotus bloomed on the ocean.

Just seeing it will sting your eyes.

Just existing will devour everything.

Just touching it will be involved in destruction...

The essence that is thousands of times stronger than Mary's is revealed from the dragon power, and in just a moment, it tore several dark rivers and strangled countless evil children in the sea.

For so many years, Elizabeth has been struggling to contain the monster in her body, but when this war comes, she finally doesn't need to endure it and releases the hungry beast from the cage.

This power and the host are two-sided existences like this city and its shadow.

Human blood carries human consciousness, while dragon blood carries negative elements bred from self-personality, pure darkness and madness.

This is the essence of the curse—a red dragon that parasitizes in the host's body, devours everything, and is never satisfied.

And now, the legendary element bred by the bloodline has been released, using Avalon as its body to swallow the entire dark ocean into its belly.

This is the true appearance of the King of Anglo!

In just a moment, countless evil sons turned into ashes in the blooming lotus.

Countless rainstorms were torn apart by the dragon's might, as if they were boiled, turning into a bleak white mist and rising into the sky...

The earth and the sky shook.

In the depths of the ocean, the behemoth that was about to wake up seemed to be stung and turbulent in anger. It was Leviathan, who was about to wake up from a long dream, and issued an angry resistance.

And the war between humans and natural disasters finally began.

-

In the dancing white mist, someone passed through layers of defense and stepped into the throne hall, late.

"Your Majesty."

The slightly old man bowed and saluted.

"Maxwell, you're late."

On the throne, Elizabeth opened her red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I have disappeared recently. Where did you go? Do you have any interesting stories to share with me?"

"Sorry, Your Majesty, I have been addicted to alcohol recently. Not only did I not do anything, but I was also drunk and lost track of time."

Maxwell took off his hat and raincoat, scratched his wet hair, and smiled helplessly: "Fortunately, it's not too late to wake up."

"Is that so."

Elizabeth nodded, not caring about his dereliction of duty, nor angry at his listlessness, but just looking at him with pity in her eyes: "Did you have a good dream?"

"Yeah."

Maxwell stood up, stepped forward, and stepped onto the steps, causing Lancelot to frown and stop him in front of him: "Maxwell, this is the throne room, don't be disrespectful in front of the king."

Once Elizabeth stepped onto the throne, she would be one with Avalon.

From today until the end of the war, she would not be separated from him, even if the price was to burn her own life. The Knights of the Round Table, who have guarded the royal family for generations, are the final line of defense for her.

If it was in the past, it would be fine. Maxwell had been disrespectful to the king more than once or twice, but the situation was different now. Even if it was Maxwell, Lancelot would not allow him to approach the throne.

What's more, the smell of alcohol on this guy was so strong that it was enough to suffocate people even ten meters away.

"Oh, Lancelot."

Maxwell opened his drunken eyes and finally recognized the person in front of him. He smiled in realization, and then... took out half a bottle of rum from his pocket and shook it:

"Want some?"

The smell of the bad wine was even stronger, stinging Lancelot's injured lungs and making his face pale.

And at that moment, Maxwell loosened his palm, letting the bad wine fall from his hand and smashing it to pieces on the ground, while the remaining hand clenched into a fist, with the knuckles of the index finger protruding and hammering down.

Across the silent round table armor, his fingers pressed on the wound left many years ago and exerted force.

Snap!

In a moment of confusion, no one could see clearly. Lancelot's strength was drained away, and he half-knelt on the ground. The iron box Maxwell beside him was lightly taken off and clamped in his arms.

The iron in the box was furious, but was forcibly suppressed in the next moment.

"Sorry."

At that moment, Maxwell whispered softly in Lancelot's ear, and then stepped forward!

Towards the throne.

The alcohol in his eyes was ignited, and it seemed to be indescribably cold and... murderous!

Lancelot drew his sword.

Bang!

Following Maxwell's call, the ancient and majestic long sword pierced through the rain curtain and came in response, brushing Lancelot's cheek. The sword wind was sharp, leaving a scar on his face.

Then, it was nailed to the steps under the throne.

——Scepter·Heaven on Earth!

In a flash, the kingdom of heaven descended here, erecting an unbreakable iron wall, isolating the inside and outside, and also locking Maxwell and the queen inside.

"Maxwell..."

Outside the iron wall, Lancelot coughed up dark blood, and without time to breathe, he turned back in surprise, "What do you want to do!!!"

"Isn't it clear?"

Maxwell stepped forward on the steps, saying without turning his head.

The iron box originally kept by Lancelot was opened in his hands, and the fallen iron sleeping in it was taken out, awakened, absorbing the ether in the air, and rapidly multiplied...

In a flash, in Maxwell's hand, there was already a heavy spear of more than two meters.

A large amount of ether gathered on it, forming a scarlet stream of light, like silk wrapped around it...

That was the dragon-killing spear named after the saint!

Maxwell stepped onto the last step, with his back to Lancelot, holding the hot spear in his hand tightly, and letting his hands be burned to charred.

To his emperor, he knelt on one knee and saluted for the last time.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my rudeness."

"Finally, you still need to make a choice, Maxwell..."

Elizabeth looked at him, as if she understood something. After a long time, she sighed softly, but 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.

——

"Since that day, Leviathan has broken through the second seal and entered the resurrection stage."

In the dimness, Lancelot lowered his eyes: "And the upper city also fell at that time, covered by the dark fog. If Master Hayden had not returned in time to seal the entire palace, then the entire Avalon would have been shrouded by the power of Leviathan.

His Majesty is dead, the princess is missing... All our preparations have gone to waste because of Maxwell's betrayal.

-The war between Anglo and the Scourge has been defeated before it even began."

The dead silence lasted for a long time until Ye Qingxuan made a hoarse voice:

"This is impossible!"

Lancelot just smiled indifferently, picked up the teacup, and did not explain again, but said: "If you don't believe it, open the window and see for yourself."

Ye Qingxuan stood up, hesitated for a long time, and pushed open the sealed shutters.

In an instant, the whistling wind poured into the restaurant, bringing a faint whine.

In the biting cold wind, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked towards the direction of the upper city.

In the seal of the Avalon barrier, the darkness that engulfed the entire abyss finally revealed its traces, dancing like a living thing.

As the morning came, the city did not welcome the sunrise, but slept in the illusion-like song.

The dark bell sounded from the deepest darkness, roaring and echoing in the sky of the city. It was like a giant beast in the sea laughing.

Leviathan will come eventually.