Crown of Silence

Chapter 623 The Last Absurd Drama

"As we all know, among the natural disasters, the highest existences all flow out from the Great Source and have their own particularities, such as the Three Pillar Gods, the Three Sages and the Four Living Creatures..."

Hermes said calmly: "Among them, the Three Sages are natural disasters born from the Great Source with the element of 'human'. It can be said that they are projections from the Great Source due to the appearance of humans.

Therefore, we walk in this world with human posture or human will.

Although in the eyes of humans, we are sages who have mastered the secrets of the Great Source, from the perspective of the Great Source, we are also the end of a branch born from humans, and are also part of the Great Source.

To a certain extent, whether we like it or not, we ourselves represent a certain interference of the Great Source in the world."

Speaking, He pointed to his head: "So, we can sense something...some visions about the future, changes brewing from the deepest part of the Great Source."

Therefore, through the swirling smoke, his eyes looking at Arthur became so compassionate:

"The golden age has ended, and a new era is coming, Your Majesty, the 'old gods will die', because the meaning of everything will be re-evaluated, including you.

Perhaps this is the moment when your value will be evaluated. But there is no doubt that compared with the power that is about to pry the Great Source, your own value is insignificant-"

Boom!

On the throne, Arthur, with a livid face, raised his palm, and the alchemical matrix hidden in the stone continued to fall apart and turned into ashes under the king's anger.

But this anger has no way to vent.

This may be the happiest place for Hermes.

He is already dead, how can you take revenge on him?

The remaining phantom of the deceased flickered, but never dissipated. He just smoked a cigarette for a long time, extinguished the little flame, and raised his eyes.

Behind him, on the stone steps outside the throne hall, there was the sound of footsteps.

The heavy spear tip dragged on the ground, rubbing against the iron and stone, making a crisp sound, and bursting hot sparks in the blood rain.

Someone came from afar, upward.

As if to approach the dark and scorching sky step by step.

"It seems that the long-awaited reunion is about to end... Although it is not my intention to part ways so unhappily."

Hermes showed a mysterious smile, raised his body, and conjured a hat from nowhere, and exaggeratedly took off his hat, as if he was chanting on the stage:

"Then, next, please allow me to present you the last absurd drama - "The Death of King Arthur"!"

Bang!

In the vibration of the spear tip hitting the earth, the phantom dissipated, revealing the figure behind him who slowly walked into the hall. In the dim light, the long white hair fluttered like burning silver.

He did not kneel or bow.

He looked up and stared at the emperor on the throne nonchalantly, then smiled strangely:

"The Bishop of the Holy City, the Chief Judge of the Inquisition, the Marquis of Dragon Vein Ye Qingxuan, is here to see you."

In the silence like death, the dark dragon's might spread.

On the throne, Arthur looked down at Ye Qingxuan, the sword in the stone in front of his knees trembled and burst into a wail.

"After so many years, the world has never changed."

His fingers flicked the blade of the Sword in the Stone, and his voice was cold and stern: "Those who get in the way are always like flies, countless and annoying...

You have the Dragon Slayer, so Lancelot is dead?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "It took more effort and thought than expected. To be honest, I am quite grateful to His Majesty for giving me this opportunity.

So, since His Majesty is so generous, can you give me another chance to reminisce before deciding to kill me?"

As he said, he rubbed his hands, showing his eagerness. With a flattering smile, with a sense of disobedience, he raised his index finger and thumb and gestured a short distance:

"Really, just a moment."

The boiling black dragon power stopped abruptly. On the throne, Arthur was stunned for a moment, looked down at the dim sword in the stone in front of his knees, and then laughed:

"Maxwell, do you have to rely on such a guy to save everything you hope for? It's really... ridiculous.

I have met enough old friends today, and now it's your turn, Maxwell. Seize the last time and come out to say some farewell words."

In the grip of that hand, the sword in the stone wailed.

A hoarse sigh sounded.

In the reflection of the sword blade, the old soul opened his eyes and looked at Ye Qingxuan under the steps. His vague expression was full of complexity: "Why come again?"

"Of course to save you."

Ye Qingxuan looked very serious: "Although old people who like to play tricks are annoying, I don't hate you.

You are old, Maxwell, and life and death work is no longer suitable for you. After this matter is over, I will send you to live in retirement.

The house on the seaside of Asgard is good, the nursery is empty, you can grow flowers."

Maxwell was silent.

After a long time, he smiled softly.

"Then trouble you."

"Well, wait a little longer."

Ye Qingxuan raised the dragon slayer's spear and aimed it at Arthur on the throne.

He imitated Lancelot's posture and posed an attack posture. It looked clumsy and funny, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He said seriously:

"I will save you immediately."

In the silent darkness, the situation should have been tense, but Arthur on the throne couldn't help laughing wildly, patting his knees, laughing so hard that tears came down.

"Puchi, hahahahahahaha..."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, laughing: "Which circus did you learn this trick from? It's really a great talent, far better than those castrati and clowns!

Young man, if you bow down now, I will consider reserving a place for you in the future kingdom."

"Sorry."

Ye Qingxuan grinned: "I don't have the habit of swearing allegiance to idiots."

From hundreds of years ago to now.

No one has ever dared to use this word to describe Arthur.

Never...

At that moment, as Arthur's eyes burst with cold light, the smile on Ye Qingxuan's face also dissipated.

The glow of molten gold burst out from the ancient gun blade, and the sleeping fallen iron was awakened. The hundred times the heat brought severe pain. It seemed that what was held in the hand was no longer ice iron, but red-hot copper liquid, a beam of destruction.

The glow was blazing, and the steel was roaring.

The chapter of fate suddenly unfolded and burst out. Under this terrifying attraction, the nine-layer ether sea collapsed into Ye Qingxuan's hands, and the ether turned into a torrent and poured into the spear.

The artifact that should have been able to exert its power only by the musician is now in the hands of the musician.

In just a moment, Ye Qingxuan almost completely exhausted the reserves in the small source, and what he got in exchange was a terrifying glow like a star bursting.

It was a weapon born for killing. It was not restricted to anyone's hands, and it didn't matter who the enemy was.

Even Arthur was the same.

Thunder and lightning roared.

The fanatical lightning rose from the spear blade, and the entire spear seemed to have lost its material form and transformed into something more violent and closer to the essence of destruction.

In the jumping of the lightning, the skin of Ye Qingxuan's hands peeled off, revealing painful and twitching muscles, blood flowed out, and was evaporated by the lightning in an instant.

The killing intent was piercing.

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and thrust towards the throne!

Even though it was so fast for ordinary people, in Arthur's eyes, it was as slow as a turtle crawling. The half-baked posture and half-baked thrust posture were even more unbearable to look at.

Even so, the spear blade exuded a chill that made Arthur afraid.

In the hall, the dragon's might like the sea was turbulent, like boiling, sweeping.

But with the thrust of the spear blade, even the dragon's might was torn apart, and the dark ocean was split into two halves by the golden light, revealing a straight passage.

The power derived from dragon blood has not yet completed the ascension ceremony, and cannot be compared with the true posture of Leviathan. But this level of dragon's might is just a breath for Arthur.

And as the pair of empty dark pupils raised, the real loud noise burst out from the throne.

On the road to godhood, the hoarse singing voice suddenly turned into a mournful cry, and the originally terrifying ether fluctuations surged thousands of times again, like a dying sea monster raging wildly in the ocean, raising a thousand-foot tide.

The ether fluctuations of nothingness turned into a frenzy, crushing everything in the material world, causing all things to wail in collapse.

On the throne, in the strange silence in the eye of the storm, Arthur slowly raised the sword in the stone. The blade wailed and trembled, but could not defy Arthur's will and aimed at Ye Qingxuan.

Cut!

At that moment, a violent light burst out, engulfing everything.

Just the hurricane that came in the face, it suppressed the light of the Dragon Slayer Spear and made it difficult to move. The Chapter of Destiny trembled violently, and the structure of the Trinity was turbulent, almost falling apart.

This is the essential difference.

The huge gap between the dragon and the ant.

Compared with mortals, the power of Leviathan is like the seven seas and a sampan. It doesn't even need thunder and rage. Just a slight swing can raise the tide, submerge the countries, and bury everything in the deep sea.

Just waving his hand and slashing the sword in the air, Ye Qingxuan was subdued by the terrifying aura and stopped his movements.

In a trance, even his will was difficult to maintain. What emerged in his mind was the pain of being evaporated into dust and the despair of being crushed into ashes.

Even if the ascension ceremony has not been completed, Arthur, who has mastered the sword in the stone, still has power that is not inferior to any natural disaster.

Natural disasters are natural disasters.

It is not a cat or dog that can be killed casually with a divine weapon.

It is definitely not an existence that a master can deal with, no matter how powerful the master is.

"What a pity..."

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan whispered softly, and the sigh was faint.

He closed his eyes.

The next moment, a thousand times brighter light burst out.

Arthur was stunned.

In his hand, the Dragon Slayer Spear broke into countless tiny cracks, but rising from the cracks was a terrifying image of the collapse of music theory and the conflict between gods and humans.

The music theory representing divinity and humanity collided at the same place, interpreting the final tragic song of destruction based on the foundation of the classical school.

This was the final theme interpretation - Ragnarok.

It was like the destruction of a world and the end of a world. The price of destroying the Dragon Slayer Spear was the terrifying power of God's wrath.

To bring about a catastrophe, to let the sea submerge everything, to let all gods fall, to burn the old world on the tree, to reset the four elements in the ashes, and to create a new era.

Collapse! Collapse! Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!

Amidst the violent roar, a thousand times, ten thousand times, and a hundred thousand times more fierce light burst out from Ye Qingxuan's hands.

Arthur's power was torn apart, and the Dragon Slayer Spear moved forward with unstoppable force. The final great power penetrated through layers of obstacles, as if the glow of the burning world hit the blade of the Sword in the Stone.

Arthur was furious, and the blade of the Sword in the Stone burst into a roar, and the Golden Chapter of Victory was awakened from it, evolving the influence of various fantasy beasts, and finally turned into a real dragon, swallowing and biting towards Ye Qingxuan.

But the dragon was also pierced.

Unstoppable force.

Ye Qingxuan roared, and the full power turned into fierce light, gushing out from his eyes.

He was almost burned to death by the frenzied power. With a power thousands of times beyond his control in his hands, even approaching it became a purgatory-like torture.

There were continuous roars at every moment.

That was the collision between the Dragon Slayer Spear and the Sword in the Stone.

Every collision brought a roar that shook the world, and the terrible aftermath could be observed even in the Holy City.

Holding the fierce light, consuming the self-destructive power of the Dragon Slayer Spear almost extravagantly, Ye Qingxuan stepped forward step by step, crossed the audience steps, and stepped up, breaking through layer after layer of obstacles.

Until the end, he was close to Arthur.

For so long, since the day he came to Avalon, he has been covered in Arthur's shadow, but it was not until today that he saw Arthur's appearance clearly for the first time.

Arthur's face was ugly.

Very ugly.

Under the human face, the outline of a beast emerged, ferocious and ugly, staring at Ye Qingxuan, full of rage.

Ye Qingxuan roared, using up his last strength to push the round of light and stab Arthur.

Arthur roared, the sword in the stone roared, and the power surged again. The power from the natural disaster finally erupted with all its strength, and the terrifying power that surpassed all mortals collided with the Dragon Slayer Spear.

The throne room collapsed.

"Wishful thinking!"

Arthur grinned, and the gravity of the music on the blade was violent, pressing down the Dragon Slayer Spear inch by inch, and forcibly suppressed this terrible music that seemed to destroy the world.

But at that moment, across the fanatical glow, he saw Ye Qingxuan's grinning smile, so happy.

Then, the smiling young man loosened his palm.

Let the Dragon Slayer Spear fall from his hand.

Give up? !

Then, the palm with interlaced scars was raised, and in Arthur's stunned eyes, the five fingers opened, the arm was rounded, and the strength was full, and it smashed towards Arthur's face!

Snap!

A slap.

The roar could not cover the crisp sound.

On Arthur's face, a handsome face with dark majesty and evil charm, a clear palm print appeared.

His eyes were still dull.

With a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

The attack was so sudden, so offensive, and so... heartbreaking!

This expression is good.

Ye Qingxuan nodded happily.

Satisfied, every cell in his body seemed to be dancing a light and joyful dance.

—— It's so cool!

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