Crown of Silence

Chapter 611 Betrayal

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my impoliteness."

In her drowsiness, Mary's golden eyes showed a dim look. She looked at the man who was so close to her and saw his face clearly. A smile appeared on her pale cheeks.

She smiled at Ye Qingxuan and opened her arms, waiting for a hug and death.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

——Dreamland·Natural Disaster Resonance!

But this time, what was unfolded was not the Dragon Sleeping Boundary.

He raised his left hand, and his fingers brushed across the illusory Moonlight Sword. The illusory blade seemed to have cut his fingers, and the blood of the gods flowed out, washing away the non-existent dust on the blade.

Wherever his fingers passed, the pure white Moonlight Sword turned blue inch by inch.

The music theory of the Silent Moon covered it, intertwined, and pushed the elements of purification to evolve to the limit, until finally, in Ye Qingxuan's hand, there was only a dark blue dim glow.

But an unprecedented biting chill emanated from it.

With its appearance, countless ethers lost all response and were killed by the pale blue light...

The Silent Moon shines here.

Gives everything an equal end.

"Don't be afraid."

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, held Mary's slender waist in his arms, and whispered in her ear:

"I'm here."

Silently.

The Moonlight Sword sank into her heart, pierced through her body, and stabbed out from her back.

At that moment, Mary's eyes widened, and the gold in her pupils was ignited and violently turbulent.

The pale blue moonlight ran along the blade and ran in her blood. Wherever it passed, everything was silent. If Dragon Flame is the nemesis of tangible matter, then the pale blue moon is a music destroyer that far exceeds it.

Under the shining of the moonlight, everything returned to dimness.

The sword of moonlight pierced through the heart, causing the negative personality in the dragon blood to wail. The moonlight completely purified all the dragon blood, from the inside out, cruelly and coldly erasing all traces of the ‘Ripper’.

This is purification.

Wherever the moonlight reaches, the dragon blood curse falls apart.

Then, the hell element that penetrated the body, the abyss music theory... In the dead silence, everything parasitic in it was completely exorcised.

Mary died under the moonlight.

But when the moonlight passed, the glow of the golden chapter of victory followed, dragon blood replaced dragon blood, dragon power replaced dragon power, giving her a new life.

Mary was reborn here!

-

In the piercing wail, the crystal crown transformed by the hell scepter shook and fell off her head.

Then, the teeth of the golden dragon suddenly closed.

Crack!

The illusory black sun in the sky suddenly shook violently, fell apart, and was swallowed by the golden sea of ​​​​glory.

As the Golden Chapter of Victory was played, the golden sea of ​​light shrank rapidly, and in the end, it turned into real gold and iron, interlaced with each other, forming a brand new crown, which fell on Mary's head.

On the crown, the deep purple gem representing the "hell element" shone brightly!

The dark lord screamed.

Like losing his parents.

He had spent all his efforts and gambled his own scepter. He was close to success, no, he had already succeeded, but he lost everything in this inexplicable place.

Not only did he fail, but even his own elements were plundered by the golden dragon. The hell scepter that originally devoured the shadow of Avalon was now devoured by the shadow of Avalon.

He gained nothing, but Mary became the real king of hell...

"Arthur!!!"

His phantom emerged from the mouth of the golden dragon at the last moment, and the faint mist gathered again from the sky.

The Lord of Darkness roared at the highest point of the Shadow of Avalon, the silent palace: "What on earth are you doing! How long do you want to see?! Are you going to betray our covenant!!!"

In the dead silence, no one responded.

The Lord of Darkness no longer cared about revenge, and fled in panic, avoiding the interception of the Nomadic Mountain in the sky, and used up his last strength to throw himself into the palace.

There is still a chance.

There is still a chance to turn defeat into victory.

As long as he finds Arthur, as long as he unlocks Arthur's seal, he can control him again through the covenant made by both parties hundreds of years ago, through the loopholes hidden in it...

But when he rushed into the deepest part of the darkness, he fell into a long stagnation.

Dead silence.

It was like a silent sneer, a mockery of fate.

In the gloomy and huge palace, the throne hall standing at the highest point, the throne that overlooks the entire Avalon...there is nothing!

Nothing!

The Lord of Darkness was stunned. Under this absurd joke, even the body made of mist was frozen.

After a long, long time, a hoarse sound came from his throat.

It sounded like a strange chuckle, or like the angry whine of a wild beast.

"Nothing?"

He roared madly, smashing the entire throne into pieces: "Why is there nothing? Arthur! Get out! Where are you!

According to the covenant, I have been invited to come and give you the position of natural disasters, but where are you! You liar! Liar!!!"

In the silence, a sigh sounded.

Under the broken throne, a simple ether ball rolled out, flickering with the voice.

"I advised you a long time ago, didn't I?"

The voice said: "Unfortunately, you still messed up everything."

"Lancelot? Is it you?"

The Lord of Darkness was in disbelief and roared: "Why betrayed! Why!!"

"Betrayal? It's out of the question. Have you ever planned to abide by the covenant?"

Lancelot responded indifferently: "From the beginning, you wanted to control everything, and you did not hesitate to go behind my back and launch the plan on your own. Until now, you have not forgotten to stand up and give it a try, even putting His Majesty in danger... …”

"Lancelot! What on earth do you want to do!!!"

"You failed and you were abandoned. Isn't it obvious?" Lancelot said lightly: "Although the days of working with you are not pleasant, out of politeness, I wish you smooth sailing from now on. Bar."

Bang!

The etheric ball burst in the hands of the dark lord.

He trampled the debris angrily, roaring.

At the door, there was a sigh of relief.

"I was scared to death. I thought I was too late..."

Stone stepped into the throne room, stared at the dark lord, and smiled happily, "Although I don't know what happened, you should be desperate now, right?"

In the numb eyes of the Dark Lord, dozens of purification musicians walked into the door and surrounded him.

"I didn't expect that the tribunal had just reopened and we would welcome important guests..."

He rubbed his hands expectantly and stared at the heretic in front of him, his eyes passionate and hungry: "Sure enough, the old saying is right - it is better to die than live. As long as you live long enough, what weird things can you not encounter?"

The mist around the Dark Lord was violently turbulent. He was angered by Shi Dong's wanton eyes, and his pupils were red.

But soon, his eyes became panicked.

Because Shi Dong slowly took out a small bottle from his arms.

The fist-sized bottle seemed to have been stored close to me for a long time. It was taken out from time to time and wiped diligently. It was not stained with any dust and was extremely well maintained.

With a pop, the cork was pulled off.

That clear voice made the mist that made up the Dark Lord's body turbulent, as if it were trembling.

"Please, Your Majesty."

Shi Dong's steel vocal cords rubbed together, and he laughed strangely:

"Our good days are still going to last..."

——

As the scepter of hell shattered, the ocean of light gradually dissipated. In the end, the Shadow of Avalon returned to silence, becoming increasingly dilapidated and no longer as glorious as before.

The golden dragon also gradually dimmed and became blurry. At the end, something seemed to stretch out its small paws from the light, put it on his shoulder, and patted him as a sign of approval.

Well done, keep up the good work!

Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon's power disappeared without a trace.

Ye Qingxuan reached out and caught the weak Mary.

Mary came out of her trance, saw the face so close, and smiled reluctantly.

"Get some rest first, Your Majesty, it's over."

Ye Qingxuan said softly.

"I saw... the memory of that thing..." Mary murmured softly: "Be careful, what is resurrected... is not Leviathan... not it..."

She wanted to say more, but her last will was exhausted, her eyes closed weakly, and she fell into a long sleep.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and frowned.

He didn't understand what Mary meant.

But it was obvious that when the Dark Lord parasitized Mary, she must have seen something, something that she must remind herself of even if she tried her best.

Wasn't Leviathan resurrected? Who is that?

Too many questions remained unanswered, making him dare not relax at all after defeating the dark lord, and an ominous feeling still lingered in his heart.

Not long after, Stone returned.

Ye Qingxuan raised his head.

"solved?"

"Um."

Shi Dong nodded and raised the palm-sized bottle in his hand.

The bottle seemed to be filled with the fire of purgatory, all red. In the deepest part of the fire, in the cage of layers of music theory, a figure made of mist twitched in pain, and even had no strength to scream anymore.

"Although it took a lot of effort, he didn't run away at least."

"Finally one less trouble."

Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, only to see Shi Dong's complicated expression.

"What's wrong?"

Stone sighed, "Our alchemist discovered something in the palace. If my guess is correct, our troubles have just begun..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and shook the bottle in his hand - the firelight flickered, causing the feeble and twitching figure to struggle in pain again.

"Wake up, Your Excellency, the storytelling conference has begun."

Shi Dong raised his hand, put his old face against the bottle, and gently urged: "Come forward and share your embarrassing little secret with everyone."

"You're dreaming!!" The Lord of Darkness roared: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Dong impatiently shook the bottle. As he shook it, the torture caused by the purifying fire became more and more painful, making it difficult for him to suppress his screams.

Not long after, voices begging for mercy sounded from inside.

The Inquisition has always had a way of torturing people, not to mention a full set of services for big figures like the Lords of Darkness. Not only the torture of will, but also the erosion and destruction of music theory.

This is a cage specially built for things like him. For a long time, Shi Dong has kept it close to him, never leaving it, and never having any damage.

As long as it stays in that bottle, it will never be able to turn around and can only act as a plaything.

Unfortunately, when he wanted to speak, Ye Qingxuan no longer needed his answer.

At that moment, the earth shook suddenly.

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky of the Shadow of Avalon, and a dim stream of light flew in, flying around in the sky of the Shadow City like a headless fly.

In the end, it finally sensed Ye Qingxuan's existence, and under the response of Le Li, it fell from the sky and fell to where he was.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand and held the thing that fell into his hand.

It was an ancient scroll.

I don't know how much time it has gone through, the color has become dim, and there are scratches all over the leather. It was heavy in the hand, and Ye Qingxuan's hand shook, and he could hardly hold it steady.

In the long silence, Ye Qingxuan's face turned ashen, and the palm holding the scroll trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?"

It was the first time that Shi Dong saw Ye Qingxuan so gloomy.

Ye Qingxuan did not speak, but turned his wrist to show him the characters engraved on the top of the scroll, the name of the scroll...

--"Genesis"! --

Five minutes ago, at the edge of the upper city.

Under the huge barrier, the old musician knelt on the ground powerlessly.

He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the blade emerging from his chest, blood flowing out of the wound, staining his robe red.

"Lancelot... why?"

"Sorry, Mr. Haydn."

Lancelot drew his sword expressionlessly: "Thank you for everything you have done for this country."

Haydn fell to the ground.

The sticky blood slowly flowed out of his body, taking away his last life. Haydn stretched out his hand with difficulty, stained with blood, and wanted to write the last note, but the back of his hand was stepped on by the iron boot.

Lancelot looked down at him, casting a shadow of death.

"--Anglu will remember your contribution, but you are no longer needed."

The blade was raised, and the blade fell.

Haydn's head rolled to the ground, and he lost all his breath.

His cloudy eyes widened, and he could not close his eyes until his death.

Lancelot put away his sword indifferently, kicked the troublesome head aside, then picked up the heavy iron box on the ground, turned his head, and looked at the child curled up in the corner.

"Let's go, Your Highness."

He said lightly:

"- It's time to end it all."

-

At that moment, Genesis quietly collapsed.

The sky and the earth roared.

In the distance, the ocean was boiling.

Like the seven seas cheering, countless demons screamed.

Avalon shook violently, setting off a terrifying tide, sweeping in all directions.

And just under the layers of the earth's crust, the surging river of blood lost its last restraint and quickly spread out to the earth. Wherever it passed, all the soil and rocks quickly activated, and the flesh and blood pulsated.

This country's last line of defense, the remaining restraints of Leviathan...

——The third seal, break through!

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