Crown of Silence

Chapter 308 Last Words

"Finally, are you going to die?"

The top of the White Tower, the highest point of the Dark City.

There was silence among the layers of corpses, and Robin and Mordred were no longer seen. The lonely boy was left lying in a pool of his own blood, giving up his futile struggle.

Emergency stitches, useless. Healing movement, if you haven’t learned it, it’s useless. I have taken all the life-extending medicines, but they are still useless... It would be better to say that they are a drop in the bucket and will only increase the pain.

The heart was completely broken, venom seeped into the internal organs, and two-thirds of the blood had been lost. In the pool of warm blood, Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the sky, feeling himself dying bit by bit.

"It's so quiet."

He looked at the world that was getting darker. Unexpectedly, he didn't feel afraid, but just a little regretful.

There are still so many things that have not been done, so many roads that have not been completed, and so many words that I have not yet said to those people.

Pity.

What a pity……

In the silence, faint footsteps sounded, quietly walking through a pool of blood, and stopped beside him, looking down at him with clear eyes.

"Ye Qingxuan, you are going to die."

There was a distant voice in his heart, like an hallucination. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

"To be honest, I don't want to either."

"There is nothing we can do if we don't want to. Ye Qingxuan, no one is immune to death."

"Is there no other way? I think I can still save him."

"Ye Qingxuan, you are hopeless." The visitor looked at him with pity and shook his head sadly: "I will miss the days of playing marbles with you."

"...Is that so? It seems there is really nothing we can do."

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes regretfully, "I'm sorry, I haven't asked your name for so long."

"Gawain."

It said, "Just call us Gawain."

"Gawain?"

The young man gradually sank into the darkness: "Since you can read my heart, can you help me leave some last words on the ground?"

"Okay." Gawain agreed, "Is there anything else?"

"Take out my heart..."

——

Late at night, in Avalon, the tide surges for no reason.

First, the roar of the White Tower resounded throughout the city, waking everyone up from their dreams, but making them feel like they were trapped in another nightmare.

Immediately afterwards, the Great Barrier of Avalon collapsed, and the entire city fell into chaos. Without the suppression of the Great Barrier of Avalon, the concentration of ether increased rapidly. In just a few hours, it had moved from the safe white zone to the yellow zone, and was even driven to evolve further into the red zone.

The Musicians Association and the Order have been fully activated and opened their own enchantments, but they are of no avail and can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

Who could have predicted that the barrier that had shrouded Avalon for hundreds of years would suddenly collapse?

Immediately afterwards, a black sun appeared in the sky out of thin air. The frenzied vortex quietly emerged from the Shadow of Avalon, suspended above the moonlight, swallowing up everything, exuding a rich aura of the abyss.

All the musicians were in a state of turmoil and did not dare to move for fear that their minds would be infected and confused by the abyssal atmosphere.

At that moment, all contact and communication with the outside world were completely cut off... At this moment, Avalon truly became an isolated island in the sea.

And in this chaos, in the turbulent downtown area, in the dark alley, the man sitting on the chair slowly opened his eyes.

Outside the alley, there was the sound of steel rubbing against each other.

Hundreds, thousands...

At this critical moment, the army was dispatched in large numbers. At least a small army rushed into the lower city, as if stepping onto a battlefield, holding tower shields, wearing iron armor, and their spears reflected the cold moonlight.

In all directions, the roar of metal friction echoed, and countless people gradually surrounded him, with cold murderous intent in their eyes.

The iron boots crushed the obstruction, and the roar was endless.

"It seems that the House of Representatives...has finally started to take action."

A coldness flashed in Guishou's eyes, and he looked back at the closed door behind him, "Sir, if you don't leave, it will be too late."

There was silence in the dark room behind the door.

The shaman seemed to wake up from a dream and opened his eyes.

"Wait a moment." He said, closing his eyes again.

Dark and silent.

Guishou was stunned for a moment and sighed sadly.

"Is this what 'Stay in front of the door and don't let anyone in' means?"

He rubbed his face and sighed softly: "This is an entire company of heavy armor, Mr. Shaman. This order of yours is a little too overwhelming..."

Click, click, click.

The lock is open.

On his arms, the black gloves binding the invisible hands were untied and fell to the ground.

Just at the entrance of the alley, the cold light of steel appeared, and the heavy infantry regiment advancing in formation raised their spears and pointed them at the old man in front.

Behind the formation, someone in the city guard's command team was shouting.

"Kill him! Kill him! Drag the shaman out... Anyone who resists will be executed on the spot!"

The hunched and wizened man waved the coat of arms in his hand and screamed, "This is an order from Her Majesty the Queen! You don't have to wonder, execute it quickly!"

Ingmar no longer looks as elegant and dignified as she once did.

Within a few days, almost all of his hair had fallen out, revealing a patchy scalp and a hunched back, as if he had aged several dozen years.

The huge amount of dead flower potion cured him from madness, but also completely distorted his mind and made him addicted. In just a few days, he became this crazy look. No matter how unreasonable the order is, as long as the suggestion is instilled into his brain, he will execute it obediently, like a broken puppet doll.

"What are you still standing there for? Come on! Come on!" He screamed like a clown, urging.

Beside him, the commander, who was obviously controlled by his mind, sat woodenly on the horseback. At his command, he raised his hand and pressed it down.

Boom!

The heavily armored soldiers took a step forward in unison, advancing like a forest, destroying the wall, crushing the bricks and stones, and pushing towards the lonely old man in front.

"It's... starting now? At least let me prepare."

The ghost hand was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly tore off the cloth strip from his shirt, tied up his shoulder-length gray hair, revealing a thin face, with regret:

"What a pity, I should have drunk some wine."

The pair of turbid pupils raised, reflecting the roaring steel array, licking his lips:

"Let's have some blood first..."

-

Ten minutes ago.

In the center of the entire city, in an area that seemed to be forever engulfed by fog and darkness, the sound of steel rubbing suddenly came.

In the pitch-black fog, a huge door quietly emerged. Just in front of the door, humans were as small as dust.

In the tightly closed crack, the terrifying shadow behind the door could be vaguely seen.

"What is this...?" Charles almost lost his voice.

"What else? The palace."

Jerome threw a blueprint into his arms: "Hurry up, if Gavin fails, then you won't have much time to hesitate.

You have fifteen people, and the task of deploying four hundred 'Mary's Guns'. Sir Newton promised me that you can complete it. I hope you won't let me down."

"Impossible!"

Charles shook his head in astonishment: "Do you know how heavy the calculation is to calculate the deployment position nodes for such a large area and four hundred guns?! At least give me a hand-cranked computer! "

An ether ball was thrown into his arms: "You have four minutes and forty-five seconds left."

"What's the use of giving me an ether ball!" Charles threw the ether ball in his hand to the ground in grief and anger, and then picked it up again in frustration: "Forget it, it's better to have it than not. Damn, it actually has the 'block' we developed installed in it, and the score is quite high..."

"You have four minutes and thirty seconds left."

"Enough, I'm working, old man, shut up."

Charles glared at him, his expression was arrogant and angry, as if he was glaring at a mentally retarded person who only interfered with his work. Jerome was stunned for a moment, and quickly retracted his gaze, "Whatever you want."

There were several square meters of drawings spread out on the ground. Charles turned up the ether ball as a lighting, and looked down at the complex terrain configuration and ether parameters.

It was like being petrified, motionless.

In the silence, no one spoke. Only he was breathing heavily, his pupils trembling, scanning the map over and over again, sweat oozing out from the back of his neck and forehead, falling on the map along his chin, leaving traces of water.

Three minutes.

He swallowed his saliva, pulled out the pen, hesitated for a moment, and quickly tapped his fingers, drawing three huge ellipses that intersected each other on the map, with the gate of the palace included in the middle of the ellipse.

Fine ink dots were all over it, and the sloppy handwriting quickly marked the parameters and positions. He was so focused on it that he completely forgot where he was.

Two minutes.

The pen was thrown aside, and the crisp sound attracted Jerome. He turned around and saw Charles slumped on the ground, and the drawing behind him that was full of annotations.

"It's done."

Charles stared at him, panting: "What are you looking at? When I get serious, even I'm afraid of myself!"

Two minutes and fifteen seconds, so fast!

Jerome's eyes twitched slightly, and he waved his hand. The royal musicians carrying the sealing instruments disappeared silently in the thick fog.

In the silent fog, there were only sharp sounds coming one after another.

That was the sound of a sharp long cone drilling into the ground.

"You are more amazing than what Sir Newton said."

Jerome stood in front of the huge door and looked back at him: "You are worthy of being a genius of the Royal Academy. Your computing ability is beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

Charles shook his head lightly, "It's just a good brain, nothing to brag about."

... No wonder!

Charles was actually so weak that he couldn't do it. He was sweating and his face was stiff: Good brain? Where has he used his brain since his debut? !

Uncle Charles is rampant in Avalon, relying on his beauty and intuition!

In short... the position just now was just a blind guess when he was forced into a hurry.

A team of people relying on hand-cranked computers for more than two weeks to complete the workload in five minutes, you are kidding! Why don't you let me go to heaven?

So, after submitting the result that he had guessed at random, he became more and more uneasy. If he fails to start, will he be killed by these angry royal musicians as a sacrifice?

And what do these bastards want to do? Standing outside the palace with sealing tools... Are they trying to usurp the throne and rebel?

Otherwise, who the hell would want to "seal the palace"!

No, these guys are too weird.

I have to run away when I get a chance...

Just when Charles made up his mind, he realized that everything was quiet.