Crown of Silence

Chapter 599 Tomorrow

The atmosphere in the ward was solidified.

The sound of metal scraping echoed in the silence, like an illusion.

"Do you know what people like you were called on the gallows of the Inquisition?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at Lancelot, staring at him, his eyes gradually became cold, and his voice had no warmth, just like the hoarse sound made by the friction of gears and circlips, every word.

"—defeatist!"

Lancelot's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not the one being called a defeatist. He just shook his head indifferently: "You should learn to prepare for the worst before making a bet..."

"Lancelot, this is different!"

Before the short period of tenderness lasted for three days, Ye Qingxuan broke the harmonious atmosphere created by them and called his uncle by his name:

"Now that the Queen is missing, Maxwell's whereabouts are unknown, and the Anglo Privy Council is paralyzed, as the minister of the second department and the only person in charge of the overall situation of Anglo, you are already ready to surrender before the war officially begins. Already?

Where is the family glory that you are proud of? Where is that noble moral character that you have always been known for? What about the flawless quality guaranteed by that armor? ! "

"There is never such a perfect thing in the world, and there is no saint. Ye Qingxuan, you always have too high expectations for this world."

Lancelot sighed softly, "Whether you come back or not, whether the Inquisition comes to this battlefield or not, Angelou will fight to the end, and Lancelot will be with this country, but you need to understand... war will never happen. Victory is impossible."

In this way, resolutely and resolutely, Lancelot made a judgment of defeat. There was no confusion or hesitation in his expression, as if he had witnessed this tragic result with his own eyes:

"When Leviathan broke through the second seal, everything was doomed. If you want to say why... from the beginning, we did not have the ability to fight Leviathan head-on."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

After a long silence, he asked hoarsely:

"Thirteen large orchestras across the country, including the Royal Band of Musicians, the Knights of the Round Table, all armed with power armor, and seven Round Table armors, the Second, Third, and Fourth Anglo Fleets, all over the country. In your eyes, 460,000 soldiers are not even qualified to fight a war of attrition with Leviathan?"

"The premise is complete Angelou."

Lancelot replied, "But can the current Angelou be called complete? Ye Qingxuan, His Majesty just passed away and the new emperor has not yet succeeded to the throne. In a month's time?"

Not to mention the power to unify the country, such a short period of time was not even enough to accept the allegiance of her subjects.

If the Queen were still alive, she would be able to suppress all situations and make everyone put an end to their dark thoughts before the overall situation. But Mary, no…”

"Then let Master Haydn cooperate with me."

Ye Qingxuan raised his voice: "As long as I can get close to the throne room, I can retrieve the Sword in the Stone and the Spear of St. George. I can..."

Seeing that he still had no waver in his eyes, Lancelot lowered his head and seemed to sigh softly.

Didn't even hear him finish.

He reached out and took out a familiar bottle from his arms, a bottle... filled with blood.

The thick blood was rippling in it, not blood red, but as clear as amber. It's obviously just a small bottle, but it seems to contain stormy waves. Even if the light shines in, it will be deflected and dissipated in layers of subtle ripples, and finally fall into the depths and be eaten by invisible monsters.

As a result, strands of darkness evolved within it, swirling like tiny whirlpools.

Ye Qingxuan's voice stopped suddenly.

His movements froze.

It was as if all the blood in his body was frozen in an instant.

Just staring at Lancelot, his face was ashen, but under his neck, the skin that was not covered by clothes was quickly covered with shocking red spots.

That's blood.

Boiling blood...

Lancelot looked at him with pity:

"You still haven't understood where your biggest weakness is."

Ye Qingxuan only saw his lips opening and closing, but had no time to hear his voice.

He heard someone singing, and the erratic singing lingered around him, as if in his ears, and as if in his body, in his blood, there were thousands of small mouths hidden, and under the call of the blood, Sing loudly.

"The king and his accomplices kidnapped the queen and imprisoned her in her dream...

Now that we have the power, where should we wander? Ho ho, thousands of hands, hoist the sail high! Alas, thieves and beggars, we shall have eternal life..."

But this is an illusion.

There shouldn't be any sound... except that his own blood is spasming in pain like a living thing, twitching, trying to kill himself. Threads of red blood tore through the capillaries and leaked out of his body along the pores, greedily sucking the air.

Immediately afterwards, countless fine velvet fibers grew out of it, like mold, attaching themselves to his body in large chunks.

How ridiculous.

How ridiculous, Ye Qingxuan.

An indescribable killing intent and anger emerged from his heart.

When did this ghost thing become parasitic in my body? Why didn't I notice anything from beginning to end?

The blood of the celestial being was running wildly, the silver moonlight was flowing in the blood, and it was angrily strangling the crazy ghost things, killing them again and again.

But they were parasitic in his blood, consuming his life, and reborn again and again.

It was like... completely merging with himself.

"Lancelot!!!!"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were red, and he roared, using up his last strength to rush towards the man in the wheelchair. Lancelot did not resist at all, but just stretched out his hand and raised the orange-yellow amber blood on his fingertips.

In the blood, the vague eyes opened and looked at him.

Looking at his blood.

So, the foreign matter in his blood began to grow crazily thousands of times, at that moment. Blood vessels, nerves, internal organs, lungs, respiratory tract, mucous membranes, eardrums...

Taking away all his strength, he staggered to the ground, lost control of his body, and fell in front of the wheelchair.

Everything returned to silence.

Lancelot's voice sounded.

"I know that your trump card is the Sword in the Stone. As long as you have the Sword in the Stone in your hand and the National Defense Matrix as support, you will have the strength to fight against the Scourge.

Unfortunately, from the beginning, this plan has a fatal flaw."

His eyes drooped, "Look, the closer you get to the core of Avalon, the more difficult it is to control your negative emotions... Do you think the dragon blood curse has not been inherited by you?

This is the 'trophy' of last night. The blood that was once taken from Leviathan also inherits its will - for anyone with royal blood, it is a deadly poison.

This is the tragedy that has happened to the royal family of all generations. Without dragon blood, it is impossible to obtain the recognition of the Sword in the Stone, but once you have dragon blood, you will be controlled by Leviathan.

Just getting close will make you crazy.

How can you fight?"

Ye Qingxuan was speechless because he couldn't say anything.

The door was pushed open, and the medical staff wearing isolation protective gear came in carefully, helped Ye Qingxuan up, put him back on the bed, carefully and gently tucked up every joint, and covered him with a quilt.

"The hero game ends here, Ye Qingxuan."

Lancelot reached out and pressed the corner of the quilt for Ye Qingxuan, his voice soft and low: "You don't belong to this country, and this country has never belonged to you.

So, have a good sleep.

When you wake up, everything is over."

In great pain, Ye Qingxuan used up his last strength to open his eyes, but his eyes looked over Lancelot's shoulder and looked behind him.

It looked like the vague figure standing there at some point.

Looking at the mocking smile on that thing's face.

"Lancelot, you..."

——

In the dimness, Mary opened her eyes.

Across the curtain, a noisy voice came from afar, indicating that this place was no longer the magic world in the shadow.

But for some reason, the noise that she had longed to hear in her dreams now frightened her.

"What's that sound, Christine?"

But Christine did not answer.

She did not know where she had gone.

She was the only one in the silent room, empty and lonely. It looked magnificent, but lonely and frightening.

"That is the cheering of the people, Your Highness."

Outside the door, a strange voice sounded, polite and courteous. Mary could not remember which ceremonial officer in the court had such a low voice, and her aching head was full of dizziness.

"Cheers?"

"Yes, cheers." The voice replied: "Dedicated to you."

"Why for me?"

"Because you will ascend the throne and inherit the glory of your ancestors." The voice replied: "You will be the master of Anglo and the king who will lead them.

After His Majesty's death, only you can preside over the overall situation.

This is a cheer for you. Whether it is the lower city or the central city, everyone is smiling and sees the hope of this country again."

Mary was stunned.

The door was opened, and the maids came in with gorgeous dresses and jewelry, opening the window for her to ventilate. Before that, she could enjoy a delicious breakfast.

The fragrant smell rose above the copper plate, and the food was emitting heat and fragrance.

The twelve best chefs in Avalon have been waiting until now, redoing it every hour to maintain the best taste and enjoyment time, and offer their loyalty to the new queen.

Outside the window, bright lights were lit in the silent night, just like daytime, and the soft melody of violins sounded faintly in the distance, and a grand banquet was being held.

It was a celebration to celebrate the new king's upcoming coronation.

Hopeful laughter came from the wind.

This dying city seemed to come alive, happily singing the song of rebirth, because of Mary.

But Mary felt a little scared.

"Where is Christine?" she asked. "Where is my captain of the guard?"

"Her wounds have not healed yet. Although she wanted to stay by your side, the doctor stopped her." The voice outside the door replied respectfully: "Please don't worry. You will see her tomorrow at your coronation ceremony."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow."