Crown of Silence

Chapter 626 Trial

Thousands of rays of light enveloped the space between the sky and the sea.

The emperor drew his sword and slashed it forward.

The dark dragon opened its mouth and breathed out flames. The dragon fire of destruction swept across, dissociating all matter and tearing apart the brilliant golden light.

But the golden light rushed forward again, and the legions from the past gathered together again, rushing forward regardless of their own safety, impacting again and again, like a sea wave.

The tide hits the rocks and breaks apart.

The dragon of natural disaster remained motionless, just waving its wings at will, setting off a cold hurricane, causing decay and corruption wherever it passed.

Among the thousands of troops, the emperor once again raised his sword and pointed it at his enemies.

"Is it you? Ah, it's you again..."

Arthur looked at him and couldn't help but laugh strangely: "Hahahahaha, look at you, look at you! Are you really used to being a dog?"

The dark dragon's power swept across, crushing all the ants that rushed up to them. Arthur laughed wildly: "You really picked up all the rags I didn't want! What's going on?

Finally feeling guilty, do you want to hug the brothers and sisters who were in trouble back then to keep them warm? "

Among the thousands of troops, the emperor was silent.

He looked around at the legions surrounding him, at his former vassals, and at the knights who continued to attack the Dragon of Disaster.

The red dragon flag is waved, and the Knights of the Round Table attack again!

"Wouldn't it be great if that were the case?"

He grasped the long-lost illusory sword and murmured softly: "If I can find them back if I am a dog, it is not a big deal to be a dog forever.

But it was so destroyed that it could never be recovered, and it was impossible for the dead to be resurrected. "

He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look anymore.

"They are all fake, just phantoms in my memory. They are all dead and hate me till death. Now that they come back to help me, it is just my wishful thinking.

Rather, it would be shameless of me to do this. "

"But I have to do this..."

When he opened it again, his eyes became firm as iron:

"——This is all my fault. I must end it with their own hands when I make a mistake!"

Following his voice, the sound of countless steels rubbing against each other rang out, and countless figures reappeared in the sea of ​​light, roaring, and unforgettable hatred burst out from them.

After plundering the power of Leviathan from the road to the gods, the dragon power transformed from the heaven on earth is not as full of destruction as the natural disaster dragon. On the contrary, the lethality plummets, and what is replaced is unprecedented. Smart, like a living thing.

In it, everyone seems to have self and life, and the hatred and anger in their eyes are so clear.

This is the result of giving up the path of natural disaster.

The musician splits his consciousness into fragments and feeds the animal nature. The end of this road is to combine the elements of the animal nature and sublimate it into an illusory creature that only exists in legends.

For example, the giant dragon, the giant snake surrounding the atrium, and so on, transformed into real natural disasters.

But what goes against this path is to purify the chaotic and crazy animal nature, extract the true humanity, and turn the "animals" into "human beings" so that they can escape from their own control and have their own life and will.

With these achievements, he summoned the former legions of the dead, once again gave souls to the hatred and anger, and gave them bodies and bodies with dragon power.

Now……

"The time for revenge has come, my lords."

The emperor declared in a low voice: "This is all I can do for you."

At that moment, crazy roars sounded from the array.

"Arthur! Arthur!! Arthur!!!"

The crazed steel giant walked out of the legion and roared. His whole body was shrouded in the heavy and huge armor, as if he was locked in a cage.

Heavy rivets were driven into every joint, and hot iron slurry was poured into every gap.

The armor was like a coffin, sending him to hell, where he died after being tortured. Even after death, he could not find peace.

The first round table Dagonite.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of war horses neighing sounded. No one roared, but everyone's heart burst into wild roars. On top of the dark horse, the headless knight brandished his sword and rushed towards the dark natural disaster dragon. The sword in his hand was full of cracks. The head in his arms opened his eyes, with blood-red pupils.

The first round table, Parcival.

Immediately afterwards, invisible air currents gathered from all directions, and the cries of children sounded one after another. In an instant, a vague figure rose from the dragon's power, leaving two lines of blood and tears on the feminine face that resembled a woman.

He bowed to the emperor, drew his sword, and walked toward the turbulent battlefield.

The first round table·Gawain.

Behind him is a gloomy and melancholy middle-aged man.

He is the most complete person among the Knights of the Round Table, but in the musician's induction, countless squirming beasts turned into vicious thorns, grew out of his body, and even had blood implanted in him, causing him to be tortured for generations.

The knight lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, he sighed softly, put on the steel mask, and gripped the sword tightly.

Taking a step forward, a galloping thunder light was set off.

Thousand times faster reproduction.

The first generation of Round Table Lancelot!

Following closely behind was the silent Galahad, setting off a huge tide of iron and wind...

As the sound of countless steel strings tightening sounded one after another, and in the sky-piercing screams, iron light rose into the sky like a heavy rain and fell towards the giant dragon.

After the three rounds of projectiles, the armored knights at the back threw away the cracked bows, drew out their heavy halberds and axe guns and joined the iron stream.

In the roar of the turbulent world, the iron light and the natural disaster collided, and blood flew.

The dragon of the natural disaster roared.

In the broken iron light, the dark golden glow ignited, the warhorse crossed a long distance, exhaled a hot breath, and leaped up. The emperor on the warhorse roared, and the sword in his hand slashed down.

Blood gushed out.

The huge right eye of the dragon was broken and burned into charcoal by the scorching flames. The next moment, the flesh and blood increased, the wound healed, and it was reborn. Arthur neighed before he even had time to laugh.

In the healed wound, the flames burst out again, tearing the healed place, and the wound appeared again.

That was the beast nature from the same source, and it was also a tit-for-tat force. As long as the emperor did not die, the dragon's might remaining in the wound would continue to tear the wound again and again, and it could not heal.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

The Scourge Dragon was in great pain, roared, and spit out dragon fire, burning the legion to ashes: "You bunch of traitors! I made you! Don't you know how to be grateful?"

The emperor sneered: "Isn't it time to repay today?"

The sharp claws tore through the air, slapped down, and smashed the blade. The Scourge Dragon flapped its wings and roared: "If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time! It's useless no matter how many times!"

In a flash, he rose into the sky and turned into a dark sun. Endless terrifying flames sprinkled on the world, as if to burn the entire Avalon to ashes.

But in the blink of an eye, the sun collapsed, and the endless light that gathered dissipated. The black dragon was beaten back to its original form, and it was even difficult to maintain flight. It struggled in shock and fell from the sky.

Boom!

The earth shook, Arthur roared, and raised his right eye, which was twitching in pain, but saw the young man with his eyes closed leisurely behind the army.

The white hair fluttered in the burning wind, like mercury.

He leaned on his cane, his eyes drooped, and a smile appeared on his lips, as if he had sunk into the deepest dream.

——Dreamland!

The power of the Dream Weaver was fully deployed, forming a restricted area covering the entire sky.

The fault, hundreds of meters wide, covered the entire sky, completely concealing all changes inside, making it impossible for the outside world to observe.

The moment he closed his eyes, this place was already isolated from the etheric world.

The nine-layer etheric sea was opened up, forming a huge fault, covering this place, isolating the inside and the outside, and has turned into a cage.

Unfortunately, the situation is not as special as the Holy City - with the collision of the Holy Cauldron and the Hundred Eyes, Ye Qingxuan can call for the arrival of the real Silent Moon. No matter what kind of natural disaster, under the pure purifying light, it will also usher in a tragic annihilation and return to nothingness.

Now, even if Ye Qingxuan is given ten courage, he dare not do it again.

The last time, the silent warning of the Silent Moon when it left had left a thick shadow in Ye Qingxuan's heart.

Ye Qingxuan usually dreams occasionally with the music theory of Silent Moon. It doesn't matter if he pretends to be powerful. If he dares to pull Silent Moon out of the Great Source again, Silent Moon will probably wipe him out completely without mercy.

But just like that, the effect is enough.

Now, Silent Dream has formed a fault in the Sea of ​​Ether, isolating the material world from the Ether World.

Except that Ye Qingxuan and his team can rely on the national defense line to continuously obtain supplies from the heavenly kingdom on earth, Arthur can no longer obtain any power from the Ether World, not even a little bit!

Even if it is a dragon of natural disasters, when it is imprisoned on the earth, what is the difference between it and a reptile?

"Damn it!"

Arthur roared, the black dragon roared, countless dragon power like mist emerged from under the scales, and ignited an eternal black flame on his body.

The soil burned and turned into a viscous translucent liquid. A hundred meters away, the terrifying heat can still be felt.

Amidst the thousands of troops, the giant dragon raised its ferocious head and stared at Ye Qingxuan.

In an instant, it roared forward.

The earth shook, the hurricane swept, the hot wind seemed to burn the lungs, the golden ocean was torn apart by the dark track, ignoring the swords and weapons stabbing at him, Arthur rushed furiously, the power of the disaster burst out from the body, bringing a wail that distorted the material world.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were still drooping, motionless.

He just gently tapped the iron rod with his hands holding the rod of fate, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"——Anglu hopes that everyone will do their duty."

The National Defense Front·The Royal First Navy Fleet, start!

So, the seven seas roared.

In the roar of the boiling ocean, the ether torrent gushed out on the sea surface. In an instant, the silent satellite island fell apart again, and what emerged from it was a huge and ferocious outline.

That's a warship!

The legendary fleet that once crisscrossed the seven seas once again emerged from the deep sea, no longer incomplete, but shining brightly. In the frenzy of ether fluctuations, steel roared, the main guns were preheated and loaded.

Magnificent melodies sounded one after another.

The ether furnace was overloaded.

Exceeded power.

Locking completed.

The next moment, terrifying flames gushed out from the main gun.

The shells rubbed against the air, and in a flash, a dazzling light burst out. It was like twenty-four meteors falling from the sky, heading towards Avalon, and even the sound could not catch up.

What surprised Ye Qingxuan even more was that the old-fashioned main gun did not use the modern mainstream ether crystal, but a special alloy prism that was pushed by air compression and provided with terrifying acceleration by the alchemical matrix.

After being immersed in the sea for hundreds of years, the sapphire coating on the surface had not decayed. In the terrifying acceleration brought by the alchemical matrix, sparks and lightning burst out from the prism, as if it had turned into lightning. In just a moment, it penetrated dozens of miles and reached Avalon.

Then, a hurricane swept in.

Amid the continuous roar, the terrifying air pressure rushed in, almost suffocating.

The violent wind almost blew Ye Qingxuan away a hundred meters away.

Ashes soared into the sky, blocking the view.

Only the terrifying heat could be felt coming from it.

The metal prism was made of alloy, and the internal structure was incredibly dense. Its own mass weighed several tons. Coupled with the terrifying acceleration brought by the chain gold matrix, once it hit, it could directly punch a large hole in the city wall for warships to pass through.

Under the lock and aim of the ladder, all 24 metal prisms hit the target without any mistakes.

Even if it is an immortal calamity, no matter how strong the body is, it must abide by the rules of the material world.

No matter how hard the material is, it will never be intact under such a terrifying impact.

In fact, through the smoke, in the induction of the mind line, Ye Qingxuan could already see Arthur's tragic appearance.

The seemingly solid metal prism is actually composed of a complex metal structure inside, except for the extremely thin coating on the surface, which is an absolute mechanical engineering achievement.

The only purpose is to bring greater damage to the target.

When the mass impact ends in an instant, the metal prism will deform under the strong reaction force. When the outer shell cracks, the countless thin iron sheets inside will fly out.

The purpose of its design is to hit the enemy ship with one shot, so that half of the enemy on the ship will be shaved into meat paste by countless iron sheets.

In the strong wind, the twisted iron sheet rolled down at Ye Qingxuan's feet, already covered with minced meat.

Miserable.

Really miserable.

Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood became more and more cheerful. He raised his hand and looked towards the sky.

In the sky, a huge shadow broke through the clouds, sank, and revealed the outline of steel, hovering precisely outside the interference range of the silent field.

On the deck of the steel ship, Chief Engineer Bishop Carol wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and adjusted the artillery trajectory for the last time.

In the core under the layers of armor, the huge heart from the Nomadic Mountain beat wildly. Next to the boiling ether pool, all mechanical engineers wiped cold sweat.

The ninth drive!

Since its birth, it has entered such a terrible operating mode for the first time, almost overloaded, and a large amount of ether is flowing under the deck, causing the entire hull to emit bursts of heat, and the handrails on the side of the ship are as hot as irons.

This almost self-destructive operation mode looks like it is used to perish together with the enemy at the last moment.

In fact, when the eighth level was driven, the engineers in charge of maintenance had already protested strongly.

But where is this place?

This is the Inquisition!

No one has ever dared to say "no" to the order of the Grand Inquisitor, and no one would want to say so... The enemy is a natural disaster! A real natural disaster!

Since their birth, the Purification Musicians who have been looking forward to embarking on the road to the East Expedition are almost burning with excitement, their eyes are red, and they even want to drive the ship directly into it.

The main gun is preheated!

It is obviously just an arrow on the string, but the terrifying murderous intent fell from the sky, and even the dust did not dare to fly, and they all hid around, revealing the natural disaster dragon that was recovering from its scars in a mess.

Arthur looked up in surprise, sensing the deadly murderous intent coming from the black ship, roaring, dragon power gathering, piercing the blockade of the dreamland, again and again, almost causing his dream to fall apart.

"Now, in the name of God and me, I will purify the original sin here!"

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and pointed to the sky. The burning red holy emblem on the hull of the Nomadic Mountain was replaced by a fierce flame: "Sinner Arthur, the crime of heresy, sentenced to be burned at the stake, executed on the spot!"

In the strange silence, Ye Qingxuan's mouth curled up a cold smile:

"—— Deus-vult!!"

So, the gods wished.

The thunder and fire of punishment fell from the sky!