Crown of Silence

Chapter 622 The old god is dying

At the top of Avalon, a majestic melody rises from beneath the earth.

It's Leviathan.

The undead buried deep under the earth and rocks woke up from their long sleep, and the passing natural disasters were singing. The hoarse and cold tune was based on the melody, like flesh and blood growing on the skeleton, gradually becoming fuller, outlining the prototype of the disaster.

The alchemical matrix hidden deep under the entire country was awakened.

The road to ascending to the gods opens again.

Under the forcible control of the Sword in the Stone, the two roads to ascend to the gods that were split into two were forcibly attracted to each other, gradually closing, and about to return to their original posture.

The sky shook violently.

Countless stars dimmed and swayed, falling like flames of light, suspended between the sea and the sky, guarding the huge dark scorching sun.

The scorching sun exudes a terrifying glow, but at the edge of the dark outline, blood gathers, drips, and sprinkles towards the world, turning into red rain.

"Come back! Come back! Come back!"

Arthur laughed, ecstatically, and the dark dragon's power was like a tide, filling the entire palace and covering the entire sea area.

And in the Kingdom of Shadows, the kingdom of heaven on earth wails.

On the throne, Mary gritted her teeth, turned pale, and gasped weakly.

After gathering the power of the entire Avalon and the entire Leviathan, the road to becoming a god came together. The power that was originally divided into two is now converging towards the same place again.

Just like the two ends of a lever, if the balance cannot be maintained, then one party will inevitably sink into darkness, serving as a stepping stone and becoming the basis for the winner.

Now, Mary has been integrated with the remaining alchemical matrix of the past through the dragon's power. Once the power of heaven on earth is drained, she herself will no longer exist.

As the golden dragon's power ruptured, the restored buildings in the heaven on earth gradually cracked and cracked, and their glory was no longer there.

If it weren't for Genesis as the core of the scepter realm, forcibly suppressing those forces that were ready to move, Mary would have been completely drained by Arthur.

It was like the pain that was tearing the whole person apart was spreading from the inside out.

In the blazing light, Mary gritted her teeth and let out a hoarse whine in her throat.

Countless flickering music theories emerged, and a vague outline appeared, which looked like a hound or a vague figure. The figure reached out and gently stroked Mary's long hair.

As if whispering comfort.

Don't be afraid, I'm still here.

Mary smiled reluctantly, spoke, and responded in a low voice. The vague figure seemed to sigh, raised its head, and looked at the top of Avalon.

The starting point and focus of the journey to God.

How much price do we have to pay for the sins of the past to end?

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"who?"

At the core of Avalon, in the palace that was swallowed up by the power of the dark dragon.

In the throne room, Arthur, who was immersed in the journey to becoming a god, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had noticed something. His dark eyes looked coldly at the bottom of the steps, where cold light burst out.

Under the steps, on the floor that was cracked in the struggle, a faint light lit up in the marble lines, as if water flowed along the river bed. In the end, the dim light converged on the stairs of the audience.

It was an alchemical matrix built into the stone based on its natural texture. If an alchemist saw it, he would be shocked by this ingenious idea.

Relying on the original appearance of matter and embellishing it, the buried alchemical matrix is ​​almost naturally formed and has unparalleled concealment capabilities. If it is not activated in a special way, no one will be able to discover it.

And precisely because of its concealment, the matrix that can be set up is relatively simple. At best, all it can do... is just projection.

That is the light and shadow left here in the past.

In the flickering light, a familiar young man walked out of it. He was half-kneeling on the steps, as if he were meeting a king. Following Arthur's cold gaze, he raised his feminine face, revealing his signature mysterious smile.

On the back of his right hand, the emblem of two snakes slowly emerged.

——Hermes.

Without the king's permission, he stood up and looked in the direction above the throne, almost offensively, but the focus of his eyes was slightly off, as if he was not looking at Arthur, but at the empty space. place.

"I see."

He held his chin and nodded slowly: "The situation has become so serious. I have to say that this is one of the most troublesome situations expected... and, long time no see, Your Majesty."

"Merlin?"

Arthur frowned: "It's you?"

"Ah, it's me."

Hermes nodded lightly, his smile becoming more and more disgusting: "But as you can see, at this moment, I am just pre-programming a fixed response, and selecting the corresponding fragments according to the situation to display the projection.

When you see this scene, I may not be in Avalon anymore, right?

No, I shouldn't be incompetent enough to make the situation so serious, so I should be dead, right? Aha, will I die too? Although it is really ridiculous to say this, Your Majesty, I am afraid that by the time you see this projection, I will be dead. "

Arthur frowned, and the gloomy coldness spread, but it could only make the projection blurred, and could not make the slightest change in Hermes' expression.

"Dead?" he asked.

"right."

Hermes nodded and said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Although it will be disappointing, it is true - natural disasters will also die.

Human beings, who make up the majority of this world, are more terrifying than natural disasters. It would not be surprising to be able to develop technology to kill natural disasters one day. "

He paused and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm sorry to tell you that the world has become worse in the years since you were sealed, and you may be... a little behind the times."

collapse!

The dragon's power was furious, and the stairs of the audience were torn apart, turning into dust from the inside out, and the figure of Hermes disappeared. But soon, a similar projection came down from the sky again, and Hermes sighed helplessly:

"We haven't seen you for so many years, but your temper is still as bad as ever, Your Majesty."

This bastard probably already knew how Arthur would react, and had even prepared countermeasures, which made Arthur look increasingly impatient.

He didn't want to waste any more time with this troublesome guy, so he asked in a cold voice:

"Whether you're dead or alive, what do you want to do by going to such trouble to leave these things behind?"

Then Hermes smiled.

"If I'm not wrong, you must have lost your patience and asked me what the hell I am planning, right? It's so sad to say that. Your Majesty, I'm dead, what impact will it have on your hegemony?"

The projection helplessly spread his hands, "If my imagination is not wrong, the only thing I can do at this moment is to use my jester nature and come here to give advice, right?"

Arthur's face became more and more ugly, and he stared at the void projection with his cold eyes. After a long time, he asked coldly: "Merlin... do you know what you are talking about?"

"That's right, Your Majesty."

Hermes sighed, "Although I was not wrong in providing you with the art of ascending to the gods, I was also the one who made the overall plan. In order to satisfy my curiosity and research desire, I created such a huge monster. This is My mistake... To be honest, this is one of the few things I regret in my life, but now, it is irreversible.”

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the throne, showing a sincere expression that he had never seen before. He put down his usual arrogant attitude and bowed down respectfully to plead:

"Just think that I have lost my mind. For the sake of this world and you, please give up the art of ascending to the gods. How about that?"

Dead silence.

Arthur said nothing.

Just looking at Hermes.

It's like looking at a fool...

Hermes maintained the posture of bending down and begging for a long time. In the end, his image was trembling, and he lowered his head helplessly and sighed: "Of course, I know without thinking that you will not agree to this kind of thing.

Therefore, I simply did not set the option for you to give up. Please forget the request just now. This is one of the few embarrassing moments in my life. It is probably unique that I can be so embarrassed after death. As for you..."

He shrugged helplessly, "Let it be what you love."

In the dead silence, the dark dragon's power froze under the terrible chill.

On the throne, Arthur silently looked down at the void projection below, tapping his fingers lightly on his deputy, his fingerprints etched into the iron, "Merlin, I once gave you trust - trust that no one has ever had before!"

"Isn't the art of ascending to the gods a reward for this trust?"

Hermes asked indifferently: "With all due respect, this trust should not have been there from the beginning. Your Majesty, both you and I have been affected by this and have no peace.

Your descendant, Her Majesty Elizabeth once said to me - maybe I shouldn't have interfered with anything from the beginning. No matter what I did, it would only make things worse.

Give up, Your Majesty. This is the only advice I, the Fool, have for you. "

Arthur sneered angrily, "What if I say no?"

"you will die."

Hermes looked at him and said word by word: "Same as me."

Arthur sneered, as if he saw a boring clown: "Hermes, now you have been reduced to acting like a beggar, acting as a witch, going crazy in front of clay dolls and paper figures, and saying some sensational words to deceive people's attention. Already?"

Hermes shook his head, his eyes... turned to pity.

"Let me guess how you are now."

He clapped his fingers as he thought to himself: "Controlled the blood of Leviathan, controlled Avalon, restarted the road to becoming a god, and even the final result is already in sight.

Even if you are just now, with the power of the dragon and your own strength, you are enough to be superior to ordinary saints, and even comparable to some small natural disasters... If you succeed, you will be able to gather the power of the entire Angel and natural disasters. You will leap above the three sages and four living creatures in the material world, and you will be able to sit on an equal footing with even the three pillars of gods far away in the etheric world.

At that time, the entire material world will become your territory, gain power from the nations, gain faith from the Holy City, and turn this world into your eternal kingdom of God. You will be the only supreme master... I have to say, The abacus is good. If it had been done a few hundred years earlier, it might have been possible. "

Hermes paused and sighed regretfully: "But now, this scheme no longer works, Your Majesty. For the sake of our long acquaintance, how about letting me tell you some bad news?"

As he spoke, the projection lowered his head, stretched out his hand, pulled out a well-sealed copper tube from his arms, unscrewed it, took out the tobacco sealed in it, sniffed it carefully, and ignited it painstakingly, puffing out the smoke.

It seemed like he was putting on an act, but in the past he was always in high spirits when he did this, but now he looked a bit defeated, dull, and unhappy.

After a long time, he finally uttered a hoarse voice:

"——The old god will die."