Crown of Silence

Chapter 614 Welcome back

"Very well, Your Highness, you are indeed a good boy."

Lancelot patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "Then open that box, open it, and you can protect your mother."

"Shut up!"

At that moment, Maxwell roared like a lion.

His eyes were ignited by the bright golden flames. He clenched the sword blade and moved forward. The heaven and earth roared. Like the rays of the blazing sun gathering from the blade,

Lancelot stood in front of the eldest prince and looked at him indifferently. At some point, his palm was pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

At that moment of intersection, countless streams of light flashed by.

It was as if endless time was compressed into a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of broken steel was heard.

The sword in the stone has been placed on Lancelot's neck, cutting a bloody mark.

In Lancelot's hand, the long sword that had accompanied him for many years broke. Lancelot was silent for a moment, sighed, and threw the hilt down. The remaining long sword cracked on the ground and shattered into iron sand.

"It's so fast, faster than I expected."

Lancelot said softly: "Fortunately, I was prepared in advance."

He raised his head and looked at Maxwell.

Maxwell said nothing.

Unable to move.

It was as if he was frozen in time. He was fixed in that moment, and all his movements were frozen, from his eyes to his fingertips, unable to move.

Lancelot reached out and pulled out the Sword in the Stone from his hand.

The Sword in the Stone was like a hot iron, burning his fingers to pieces in an instant. But all the glow quickly dimmed.

As he loosened his fingers, he fell to the ground, returning to his original dimness and ordinaryness, no longer magical.

"I have been preparing for the inheritance of this sword for the first half of my life. Although it did not choose me... I know its power better than anyone else."

Lancelot stepped onto the steps, pulled out the dragon-slaying gun wedged into the throne, and allowed Elizabeth's body to slide off the throne and fall to the ground. He turned back and continued to look at Maxwell:

"You don't think I will face it unprepared, do you?"

collapse!

The dragon-slaying spear came through the air, and with Lancelot's stabs, it penetrated Maxwell and nailed him to the ground, but no blood came out of the wound.

It was like hot copper juice was poured into his body. Maxwell twitched in pain. The area around the wound and blood vessels were burned by the violent force. There were cracks in the skin and the bones screamed.

"Just watch it like this."

Lancelot looked down at him indifferently: "Watch how your nightmare returns."

At that moment, the timid boy finally opened the iron box.

In the dark iron box, someone seemed to be laughing hoarsely.

The eldest prince was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and wanted to look at Lancelot. But at that moment, a shrill sound burst out from the iron box, soared into the sky, and swept in all directions.

The sea is shaking.

It was like the roar of a dying dragon.

Terrifying air pressure was born from the air.

Immediately afterwards, an endless wave of darkness spurted out from the small iron box, filling the entire throne hall, and countless fantasies of violent storms, thunder and lightning emerged from it.

In the deepest part of the darkness, a pair of dim red eyes were lit up, filled with supreme joy.

This day has finally arrived!

Boundless darkness surged.

In the darkness, there was only the scream of the eldest prince.

"It hurts so much, mom, it hurts so much...save me...sister, sister...ahhhhhhh!!!"

The frantic screaming lasted for dozens of minutes.

Across the thick darkness, it seemed as if a furious beast was beating the earth, causing the entire earth in the throne room to fall apart. Until the end, countless darkness rolled back, drawn by the terrifying suction force, and collapsed toward the center.

Dust swirled.

The opened iron box was thrown to the ground, already twisted in painful struggle and venting.

In the center of the hall, on the ground covered with cracks, an emaciated body was gasping for air and sweating profusely.

It's like, in an instant...he suddenly grew up.

The young man's face slowly lifted up, revealing his dark vertical beast eyes, and he slowly stood up from the ground.

"Thin, too thin."

He frowned, looked at his hands, and made a hoarse sound like the friction of steel: "Lancelot, this body is of no use at all!"

Lancelot half-knelt on the ground and lowered his head:

"I beg your pardon for my incompetence."

The 'young man' moved his body, and with his subtle movements, dragon scales emerged from under his skin, and his ferocious animal nature was restrained in the cage between his five fingers.

But for some reason, a sad scar appeared on his chest.

It was like an old injury that had long since healed, but it once nearly tore his whole body apart.

"After all...it can't be made up for."

He asked, "Where's that loser Mordred? At least we can let him play some role."

Lancelot replied, "I am incompetent. Your Highness escaped half a year ago."

"Is it?"

The hoarse voice became meaningful, "Then there is no other way."

As the finger was raised, the dark dragon power seeped out from his body, running between the joints and muscles, and the sound of bone friction continued to sound.

His body grew taller again, and his appearance began to change.

Until the end, Long Wei turned into a majestic costume, covering his naked body, and only the faint traces of the original boy's face were left.

Instead, there was a face full of indifference and coldness.

——Arthur.

He turned around, looked at the man nailed to the ground, and smiled.

"Maxwell? Long time no see."

He stepped on the broken earth and walked up to Maxwell. He lowered his head and looked down at him with a nostalgic look on his face: "It seems you like this name very much, and you even use it now."

Maxwell raised his head with difficulty, looked at the face for a long time, and replied hoarsely:

"Long time no see, Your Majesty."

"It seems you still remember me. I thought that after being mastered, a thing like you would quickly forget its creator."

Arthur knelt down, reached out, grabbed his hair, and forced him to look at him.

"You know? All these years, in that cage... I have been missing you."

He stretched out his hand and pressed his chest, touching the scar through his clothes, and his fingers twitched slightly, as if he felt the tragic phantom pain again.

"I have been thinking about how to punish you for your betrayal?"

"Betrayal? Are you kidding..."

Maxwell shook his head and asked: "Your Majesty, when you created me, didn't you hope that I would be the one who betrayed you?"

As a result, Arthur's eyes became colder and colder.

"Anyone, Maxwell."

He stared at the embarrassed man in front of him and said word by word: "Only you can't do it. Life, will, soul... I gave you everything..."

"You have given too much, Your Majesty."

Maxwell interrupted him and looked at him with fearless eyes: "-so much that it makes me feel resentful. Didn't you create me just to achieve your own success when you become a god?

I can die for you, but no one else owes you anything. While you were alive, the bloody road had already led to the shadows of the city. After you become a god, the world will become hell.

Ever since you used Gawain as a test subject in order to become a god, and made him look like that, I knew: you have become a monster, the blood of Leviathan has dominated you, and you have become a demon! "

"Absurd!" Arthur said coldly: "I dominate everything!"

"Forget it, Your Majesty."

Maxwell smiled indifferently, "You can't even dominate me, can you?"

As he spoke, he looked at Arthur's chest, his eyes becoming more and more mocking.

That scar.

Looking at him, it was as if the phantom pain from the past had returned again.

Arthur's expression became more and more ugly, and he stared at Maxwell coldly. Just by looking at it, Maxwell's body let out a cracking cry. Maxwell's face was pale, twitching without any resistance, and veins appeared on his face.

"It seems that you really cherish your current status."

Arthur stretched out his hand and tapped his face: "It's obviously just a shell, but it's made to look decent... If you hadn't said that just now, I would have almost forgotten what you are.

I shouldn't have said any favors to someone like you who is not even a human being. This is my fault. "

He paused for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched Maxwell's neck, and forcibly lifted him off the ground. The dragon-slaying spear tore open the wound, causing Maxwell to roar miserably.

"Listen, Maxwell, the reason why I'm not completely tearing you down into a pile of rags now is because you're still somewhat useful."

Arthur looked at him coldly: "If you really have any attachment to this world, when everything is over, I can leave this broken place to you, Avalon, so that you can play the game of love with humans - —But now, you'd better cooperate."

"no way!"

Maxwell made a sound through his teeth.

Arthur sneered.

"It's not up to you...but don't forget who created you."

He stretched out his hand, and the silent sword in the stone flew up on its own and fell into his hand, making him smile mockingly: "Look, even if you have a stubborn bone, you must always obey."

Arthur reversed his right hand, raised the sword in the stone, and stabbed Maxwell down.

collapse!

It was clearly a sound that penetrated flesh and blood, but it had a roar like a giant bell being struck.

Under the penetration of the Sword in the Stone, Maxwell's body cracked a huge gap, revealing his empty lungs. The blazing flames are running in it, and countless music theories are intertwined with each other, transforming into a river like blood. But now, as the sword in the stone penetrates, the blazing flames suddenly shake and involuntarily plunge into the sword blade.

Maxwell's body was shattered inch by inch.

Until finally, the face turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind.

In Arthur's hand, the ancient long sword has faded away from its dullness and cracks, and has returned to the time hundreds of years ago. It is majestic and luxurious, as if it was forged by the blazing sun, and the 'elements' formed by the seven virtues operate. On it, its core is laid.

Just looking at it gives you the illusion that the world is spinning around it.

As King Arthur waved, the sword blade cut the air and made a pleasant sound.

"Welcome back, Maxwell."

Arthur looked at the sword blade and showed a pleasant smile:

"——My 'Sword in the Stone'."