Crown of Silence

Chapter 603 The King of Hell on Earth

Fifteen minutes ago, Lancelot's house.

In the deadly hall, Lancelot stood in front of the door, looking at his daughter expressionlessly.

Christine.

Her old wound had not healed, or rather, someone had deliberately done so, causing her to be so weak that she could hardly stand. The wound on her thigh burst, and sticky blood flowed out and fell to the ground.

"Please get out of the way, father."

She stared at Lancelot and begged in a low voice: "This is the last time I beg you."

"It's too late, Christine." Lancelot shook his head indifferently: "Now, even if you rush over, you can't change anything."

"Is that so..."

Christine lowered her eyes in disappointment, "I understand."

The sound of steel rubbing rang out, and the long sword was unsheathed and placed on the raised left arm, with the blade pointed at Lancelot.

A posture that has been tempered a thousand times.

It can be called perfect.

Lancelot still had no expression on his face, just looking at his daughter who was drawing her sword against him: "Even as a father and daughter, we should be considerate of family affection. But for the knight, you are now an absolute provocation, which must not be ignored.

Christine, I ask you again, do you know what you are doing?"

Christine smiled.

"Father, the knight's life is entrusted to the sword and armor, isn't this what you taught me? The one in front of you is not Christine..." She paused, using words as a sword to cut off the relationship between father and daughter:

"--Please call me 'Galahad'!"

Silence.

Lancelot smiled softly, as if relieved.

"Christine, you have grown up."

He nodded slowly, "It turns out that I was wrong. You are more suitable to be Lancelot than me. Is it time to step down and let others take over?"

As he said that, he reached out and pulled down the ornately decorated sword on the wall. His fingers stroked the thin sword body, feeling its blunt edge, and nodded slightly:

"Very good, before that, let me see if you are qualified to draw your sword against me."

The next moment, the sword flashed.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of steel colliding rang out three times.

The bodies of the two people crossed each other.

Lancelot stood in place, empty-handed.

And Christine had rushed to the door, only one step away from the world outside the door.

But this step is a world away.

She looked down and saw the severed weapon in her hand, and looked at the ceremonial sword that pierced her chest and penetrated her body, revealing a bitter smile. She knelt down to the ground with the gentle sound of blood dripping on the floor. Her eyes gradually darkened and she could not see anything.

In the last moment, she only heard Lancelot's regretful sigh.

"It seems that you didn't."

--

"Because my flesh is real food; my blood is real drink."

In her ears, someone seemed to whisper softly, hoarsely: "Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood lives in me, and I live in him..."

"Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will resurrect him at the end of the world..."

The voice kept ringing, one after another, as if it contained some mystery, but it gradually faded away when you listened carefully.

Just listening makes people addicted.

Everything is no longer important.

It's like being wrapped in light water, gradually sinking into the gentle depths of darkness.

A little, a little...

In the solemn melody, Mary held the orb representing the royal power in a daze, and her fingers subconsciously tightened. The diamonds inlaid on the heavy orb cut her, and strands of blood seeped out.

Under the guidance of the ceremonial officer, she stepped onto the steps like a wooden chicken, and slowly walked towards her throne with the majestic melody.

Under the stage, the managers in the front row couldn't help but frown, confused by the queen's dullness and sluggishness, and noticed something wrong, but couldn't say it.

Soon, their minds were overwhelmed by the solemn and magnificent melody, and they were fully immersed in awe, and their pupils gradually became empty.

At some point, the solemn melody gradually changed, revealing a little gloom, and a faint noise spread from under the strings, like a whine.

——Majestic and dignified · First March!

In the midst of the eerie and heavy melody, countless illusions kept emerging, and in the end, the past grand scene was faintly evolving in the sky - Arthur once sat on the huge throne, crowned as king in the name of God.

However, this time it was not the light of heaven that was sprinkled, but the original darkness of the abyss.

Under the wisps of dark mist, the emperor on the throne had a gloomy face, as ferocious as a demon, and wore the crown of the abyss on his head.

Countless musical theories flowed out from it, fell on Mary's body, merged into the dragon blood, and gradually intertwined a huge halo behind her.

In the deep purple light, countless iron thorns entangled on the swords, rubbing against each other, bursting out a harsh and low sound.

Blood dripped from it, so sweet.

In the name of God, bless the king... But the gift brought by God is not light, but the original sin of the abyss.

Among the musicians playing the melody, someone raised his red eyes and stared at Mary's struggling face, with a hint of mockery on the other side of his mouth: "Hasn't the transformation been completed yet?"

"I can't bear it for much longer."

The conductor whispered softly: "She has swallowed the blood of Leviathan and merged the original sin into the dragon blood. The darkness in the blood is no longer a reflection of personality, but truly has consciousness.

The more she endures now... the more violent the dragon blood will be when it erupts."

And at this moment, under the etheric fluctuations of many black musicians, "The Majestic March" reached its climax, and the gift from the abyss sprinkled towards the material world and took root.

Following the will of the Lord of Darkness, the kingship of the abyss runs on the earth, just like running in water and light.

What will be born here will be the embryo of the Son of God, the perfect body of the God Emperor on earth!

In silence, the ceremonial officer who guided Mary smiled.

In that blurred face, the face of the former Lord of Darkness was revealed.

He stood in front of the throne, looking down at Mary, smiling, his hands empty, a crystal-like crown emerged from his hands, representing the interweaving of the essence of the dark lord, which was the element that integrated the entire hell, the royal power from the abyss...

The crown slowly fell on Mary's head.

In front of the crown, the gem representing the element of hell released a red light, countless music flows, merged into her body, and merged with the surging dragon blood.

The coronation is complete.

What was born here is the eternal king of Anglo, the king of hell in the world!

"Dear Majesty, the long sleep is over."

His figure gradually faded, bent down, and whispered softly in Mary's ear: "We respectfully offer blood and wailing, waiting for your arrival."

At that moment, under the closed eyes, the dark pupils slowly lifted up.

——

Central Hospital, ward.

The sound of stone collapse sounded.

With a crisp sound, Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and peeled off the carbonized shells attached to his body layer by layer, until finally, his skin and face were completely exposed again.

It was like he had experienced a long sleep, and after opening his eyes, he felt refreshed and extremely happy.

Lancelot was right, it was a good dream.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and took out the copper seal from his chest, as well as the cracked decayed iron. The green fluorescence had dissipated and could not be seen. The crystal-textured decayed iron was covered with cracks.

Shi Dong was right, it was the enemy of all living things. It would destroy the foundation of all living things from a structure lower than the cell.

Including the curse in the dragon blood.

It was the same as Maxwell thought - although the process was a little more painful.

Ye Qingxuan let go of his hand, letting the disintegrating decayed iron slip from his fingertips, fall to the ground, and shatter into fine, dull sand. He stood up and looked around the bed, and saw a swollen corpse lying on the ground not far away, bleeding from all seven orifices.

No wonder Maxwell was not worried about the weakening period caused by him using this thing, because except for him who would enter the weakening period, others might not survive.

What a good thing.

I'll go to the East to get more in the future.

So it was decided happily.

He nodded, then looked at his naked body, frowning:

"Where are my clothes?"

In the far distance, in the seal, the flowing darkness shook violently, countless musical changes, like a snake penetrating through the layers of seals, bursting out, razing an entire building to the ground, soaring into the sky, passing through the interception of the Avalon barrier, and falling on Ye Qingxuan in an instant.

The darkness waved and turned into a pitch-black dress and leather boots.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, and the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant sleeping in the Ether Realm popped out and turned into a cane.

After looking at the water mirror for a moment, he snapped his fingers, and countless musical theories flowed, turning into the music of the Holy One, condensing into a black hat on his head.

The black iron cane fell to the ground.

"Very good, it's decent to go to the party in this outfit."

He nodded with satisfaction, pushed the door open, walked through the corpses lying in the corridor, walked down the steps, walked through the chaotic hall in the eyes of many astonished people, and finally walked out of the door.

A dull thunder sounded in the dark sky.

"It's going to rain."

He looked up, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked towards the direction of Windsor Manor.

With every step, the musical theories in his body became more and more intense.

In the blink of an eye, countless notes were born and died, the chapter of fate was running loudly, playing a loud song, countless musical theories flowed out from his body, shrouded in the sky, and turned into a real moon.

A bright moon rises in the sea.

A glimmer of blue appeared out of nowhere on the pale moon, and then it expanded rapidly until it turned into a blue moon.

The incomplete moonlight reflected the silent city, illuminated the army running in the distance, and the musicians rising into the sky.

The moonlight was cold and solemn, like a sword.

Ye Qingxuan listened to the sound of the swords being unsheathed, felt the real killing intent, and the ether fluctuations that came and went, and the five fingers on the cane flickered slightly.

Under the brim of the hat, the corners of his mouth raised a mocking smile.

"This is better, it's better to be decisive than to be hypocritical. Finally, we can have a real fight, but..."

He whispered softly and raised his eyes.

The pupils were filled with the moonlight of killing intent.

"——Get out of here, you bastard!"

The next moment, the cane fell to the ground. The sound of the Nine Heavens Ringing Music continued to ring out from the void, and the pale blue moonlight gathered into a line, turning vertically and horizontally in the air, and in an instant, it returned to the moon.

Silence returned again.

The next moment, the sound of cracking continued to sound, and among the low sound of falling to the ground, the sound of gurgling water ran in the dark corner.

Thunder erupted from the clouds, and in the roar, a hurricane swept across, and cold rain fell on the ground, diluting the rain.

The rain swallowed everything.

——

Heavy rain fell, blurring the lights at Windsor Manor.

The melody is coming to an end.

At the door, the knights under power armor heard footsteps coming from the distance.

Amidst the heavy rain, a thin figure walked from the end of the street, walking straight forward step by step. Through the heavy rain curtain, his face was hidden in the shadow under the brim of his hat, making it impossible to see the details.

All that could be seen was a round of moonlight that seemed to be an illusion, running quietly in the rain, crossing the place where it was illuminated. Under the interference of its nature, the rain turned into flames and flowed freely.

"stop!"

The great knight clenched the hilt of the chain saw sword, and his red eyes under his mask locked on the approaching figure: "Who is that person?"

A badge of the Holy Emblem in Fire was thrown through the air, penetrated the cold rain, and fell to the ground with a clear echo.

"The Inquisition?"

The greeter taking shelter under the door bent down to pick up the badge and frowned: "No one from the Inquisition is on the invitation list, what are you doing here?"

In the heavy rain, the corner of the visitor's mouth curled up in a mocking arc under the brim of his hat.

"Same as Maxwell..."

He slowly raised his cane and pointed it at the knights blocking the road ahead, and his final voice came:

"--assassinate."

I'm going to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow, so I'm afraid I won't have time to update, so you don't have to wait any longer...