Crown of Silence

Chapter 596 Arrow

When the scepter emerged, the sleeping Avalon suddenly shook violently.

The city that was frozen in destruction seemed to be moving again, and infinite power burst out from the deepest part of the darkness. At the highest point of the world, the palace covered by dark mist suddenly emitted a torrent of ether that swept everything.

It was like a dark sun emitting flames.

Countless buildings pulled up to the sky wailed, blasted, and shattered...

Under the scepter of the hellish scene, the wailing of countless people rose and fell, filling the world.

Even if it was already extremely weak, the scepter was still a scepter, not to mention the dark lord who was second to none among the dark nobles? For hundreds of years, before the Hundred-Eyed One was personified, he had always appeared as the face of the abyss, conveying the will of the gods.

The elements in the scepter inherited the essence condensed by the abyss, the destination of all sins, and the true face of hell. Even in his heyday, once the Hell Scepter was unfolded in the etheric world, penetrated the nine layers of the etheric sea, and smashed into the material world, it could directly distort the material world and form a "hell on earth" covering most of the country!

Last time, Maxwell relied on the right time and place to set an ambush. With the full support of Saint Hayden and the hundreds of years of preparation of Anglo as a bargaining chip, he barely managed to completely extinguish him before his scepter was fully unfolded.

Now, it's Ye Qingxuan's turn to face it.

"Face it? How to face it..."

Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked up at the scepter that had unknowingly penetrated the entire Shadow of Avalon, and couldn't help sighing: "I can't beat it at all."

Now that the scepter has been unfolded, the Shadow of Avalon has temporarily become his home court. Without the Sword in the Stone in his hand, there is no chance of winning.

Under the Cloth of Original Sin, Ye Qingxuan's Fate Chapter surged rapidly, with countless musical changes. The Philosopher's Stone, Moonlight Chapter and Disaster Resonance merged, quietly brewing power.

In his eyes, a fierce look flashed.

If you can't beat it, run.

If you can't run away... then use the Dragon Sleeping Boundary to forcibly dig a hole in its scepter!

At that moment, in the far north, at the end of the empty street, a slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"Christine, protect His Highness."

Ye Qingxuan turned around in surprise, but saw Lancelot standing there.

Lancelot?

In his surprised eyes, Lancelot reached out, unbuttoned, threw the outer robe that was in the way on the ground, revealing a close-fitting pure black dress.

And in his hand, there was a heavy longbow that was more than one person tall.

It was a weapon made by the Third Ordnance Factory of the Anglo State, an engineering achievement made of hundreds of steel parts. Engineers call it a bagpipe because the sound of the vibrating strings seems to bring the melody of their hometown.

Three test shots brought epoch-making accuracy and terrifying power.

Now, it is held high in Lancelot's hands, and the sharp edges reflect the cold light of steel.

The servant who was half kneeling on the ground closed his palms for him and presented the arrow with both hands. The arrow fell into Lancelot's hands, drew an arc, and landed on the bagpipe.

In the low sound of the bowstring tightening, the muscles on Lancelot's thin body suddenly swelled under his shirt, revealing an iron-like outline.

On the bow, the gears were modulated to the highest kinetic energy under the pulsation of the thumb.

Thirty years ago, before Lancelot was injured to protect the queen, he was known as the strongest knight in Anglu. Thirty years later, he left the bow and arrow because of lung disease and focused on political affairs, but his past skills have never retreated.

That posture...

It's simply perfect.

Facing the hell that towered above the sky, the first generation of the head of the Royal Musicians, and the scepter evolved from the dark lord.

Lancelot brazenly pulled the bowstring and aimed at the sky, with murderous intent on the steel.

The next moment, the arrow whistled out!

The sharp sound raised a scream, cut through the hurricane, brought a roar, and was unparalleled in power.

But at that moment, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but turn his head away.

It was off.

After all, Lancelot was old and had been injured for many years. In fact, in his estimation, it was a miracle to pull the bowstring under the terrible pressure of the old lung disease.

In the last moment, the scar on Lancelot's chest broke, and sticky blood seeped out from under the black shirt...

The arrow drew a crooked trajectory in the air and fell in the distance, tearing the rock and nailing into the iron, shaking lonely and unwilling.

The difference from the target was simply... unbearable to look at.

If there were other people here, they would have burst out laughing, but Ye Qingxuan couldn't help feeling sad.

After the arrow was shot, he seemed to be completely drained. Lancelot supported his body with a longbow, bent down, and coughed hard, vomiting blood.

His face was pale.

But there was no loss or frustration in his eyes, he just raised his arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Sharp sounds rang out in succession.

In the west, in the east, in the south... Suddenly, a similar arrow was thrown into the sky, and after a long arc, it was deeply wedged into the ground.

Ye Qingxuan looked back in astonishment, only to see the arrows nailed in all directions.

They shook their tail feathers, emitting scarlet fluorescence, faintly dividing areas on the ground and outlining the four corners...

At that moment, Kristen's eyes tightened.

"This is……"

Without any time to explain, she pounced on Ye Qingxuan and put her hand on Galahad's armor. The last of her power was activated, and a barrier of iron and wind was born out of thin air, enveloping them and the iron coffin.

"Covering saturation strike."

Lancelot coughed and whispered: "Three rounds."

At that moment, in the darkness behind him, hundreds of pairs of ice-blue eyes lit up.

That's the knight's visor!

Those are the warrior eyes ignited by the silent operation of the power armor's ether furnace!

The sound of steel friction sounded one after another. Countless armored knights broke away from the stealth mode and activated from silence. Following Lancelot's order, they raised the jaw-droppingly huge bows and arrows in their hands.

Then, aiming at the sky, countless heavy arrows were pulled out of the box and attached to the bowstring with the inhuman power of steel. Immediately afterwards, the bowstring as thick as a thumb was pulled apart, and a low sound burst out.

The sounds came and went, like a swarm of bees flapping their wings...

The next moment, there was a roar that tore apart the sky!

Countless arrows rushed into the sky, and were thrown by the armored knights. They roared from a very far distance and hit the 'square' outlined by the four arrows accurately and precisely!

The earth shook and the wind howled.

Facing the protection of the eleven masters, the huge arrow hit the ground.

Most of it has dissociated in mid-air, exposing the alchemical matrix within it, as if high heat from the center of the earth burst out from it.

And in the high heat, the stress in the arrow was stimulated, cracked, dissociated, and split into countless red-hot iron pieces. Thousands of thin, nearly transparent iron pieces fell down, carrying terrifying high temperatures, like a rainstorm of flames...

In the heavy rain, countless iron pieces broke and emitted shrill and strange sounds one after another.

Every piece of iron cracked, causing waves to explode in the fluctuating ether. Thousands of cracks triggered terrifying vortexes.

This is a legion-level ether application!

In an instant, under the "noise scraping" of the iron pieces, the defenses of the thirteen masters broke down one after another. Immediately afterwards, under the heavy mass attack, the defense full of cracks was completely torn apart.

A torrential rain of iron and fire falls from the sky!

Three rounds!

After three rounds, Ye Qingxuan, who was in Galahad's defense, looked around in shock. He only saw the soil that had been burned into a turbid fluid, the cracked and red rocks, and the eleven people who were in an extremely embarrassed state under the layers of defense. Grandmaster……

The ground has sunk several meters and is devastated.

Even the hell scepter was faintly turbulent.

The face of the Dark Lord emerged from the flames, full of ferociousness, staring at the man in the core protected by layers of armored knights.

"Lancelot..."

Lancelot looked expressionless and waved again.

Hundreds of archangel armors soared into the sky, glowing with blazing flames, and within them, seven terrifying ether fluctuations spread out.

That's...the Knights of the Round Table!

It was a war machine inherited from the founding of the country and built by Arthur with all his national strength, guarding the country's armed forces!

Due to Arthur's tyranny in his later years and the wars over the years, only nine pieces of armor have survived to this day. Now, except for Lancelot and Galahad who guarded Mary and Ye Qingxuan, all On the battlefield!

The opponents are the former grand leaders of the first generation of Royal Musicians, as well as the dark lord...

The enemy is ahead.

Led by seven armors of the Round Table, the Knights of the Round Table bravely broke into the battlefield!

The war begins!

How to kill the musician has always been a difficult problem that warriors all over the world have been pondering.

Indeed, compared to the nearly infinite etheric power, the physical strength is too small to even be considered dust. The rise of power armor has brought new hope to warriors.

For musicians, there have always been many combat ideas.

The most popular among them is the most straightforward speed! Before the musician could react, he drew his sword and stabbed him, killing him with one blow. Use powerful force to tear apart all defenses, chop off heads, and determine the winner.

But for musicians with unlimited means, as long as they are careful to take precautions, it will be difficult to succeed. Therefore, various armors built for musicians began to pursue adaptability and defense to the environment.

In response to various high temperatures, cold, and even drastic changes in the external environment in a short period of time, seek your own safety with the greatest degree of defense.

In short, if the musicians cannot kill themselves, they will naturally have the opportunity to kill the musicians...

The last one, and the most effective one, is a realm that is beyond the reach of many warriors and engineers. That is to ignore the cost-effectiveness and give the armor power beyond the musician...

Among them, the Round Table Armor is undoubtedly the result that stands above all powered armors. The armor created with Arthur's Golden Seal of Victory was born with abilities beyond those of ordinary musicians, and was a war weapon that could make the final decision on the battlefield.

Let me tell you bad news...

I've been so busy these past two days that my old illness has relapsed, and I'm in so much pain that I can't walk. I originally planned to take a break yesterday to update, but after going to the hospital for a check-up, I found out that the final blow of my life was here. All in all, it is a very troublesome disease. If you don't pay attention to exercise and maintenance in the future, you may be in trouble. Everyone should also pay attention to their health.