Crown of Silence

Chapter 318 Before the End

"Charles..."

Charles heard a groan that seemed to come from hell.

He turned around and saw Jerome's withered face and lips in the pool of blood.

The man had become hunched and dried up under the erosion of the breath of the abyss. He looked like a weathered skeleton, but the light of his soul still remained in his body, lingering on.

"Pick it up..."

He used up his last strength to hold Charles's hand tightly, and his pupils seemed to be burning with ghost fire: "Pick it up, Charles! Pick it up! Now only you..."

Only you can stop him!

"Me?"

Charles was stunned. He lowered his head dully and saw the long spear silent in the pool of blood. It was a replica of the Spear of St. George, a peerless artifact with only one strike.

"Do you want... do you want me to go?"

He murmured blankly, looking up at the black shadow rushing towards him, trembling.

He wanted to ask if he could get a lighter job. I am innocent. I have made contributions to Angelo. He has shed blood for the institute. I want to see Newton. Why should I, a civilian researcher, go to the battlefield? I am not even a musician. If you can do it, go ahead. I don’t have a girlfriend yet. I have parents and children to take care of. I also have a junior brother who is worried about me. So can I not go? I am so beautiful and have extraordinary talents that I haven’t used yet. It would be a pity to die here.

But going is death, not going is death, both are death. Can I choose a good death?

But there is no good death.

"So... I can only go?"

He muttered to himself blankly, but his body succumbed to Jerome's words.

Maybe it was because of the hoarse command of the dying man, or because of the expectation and majesty contained in the language, or maybe... because of the pursuit and attraction of nature.

Power.

The power is at his feet.

In the pool of blood, Jerome's eyes were full of expectation.

Charles, do you want to be a waste for the rest of your life and face the disappointed eyes of those people, or do you want to be a hero? Even if it's only for a short moment...

So, Charles bent down and picked up the power.

Holding it in his hand, it was like holding a piece of burning iron.

He roared and screamed in pain, fell to his knees, and twitched and spasmed.

There was a flame running through his internal organs, burning him to ashes, and the great power surged from the spear, engulfing his will and shattering it.

There was anger emerging from the shattered will, making him howl wildly.

The howling sound was like a dying dragon, as if the real dragon's might burst out from his body, lifted up, and tore apart everything. Jerome, who was the first to be involved, was also involved. But that person had a relieved smile on his face.

That's it! That's right! That's it!

Charles, you can do it, and you must do it!

Jerome grinned and disappeared, but the remaining power gathered in the blood and merged into Charles's broken skin.

Just like a mortal trying to cross the realm of God, he would be burned to ashes in an instant. Even if it was just a spare, the huge power left in the Spear of St. George was enough to burn him to ashes in an instant.

Just this moment, a moment is enough.

As long as Charles can stop the Lord of Darkness, then everything is worth it, even if it is a tragic sacrifice!

The hot blood gushed out of his body. In the blood, Charles screamed in pain, dominated by the power, and his eyes released a dazzling light, as if a scorching sun was burning violently in his body.

So, power and authority, pain and torture, came one after another.

He roared, holding the spear tightly, and the vague notes on the spear lit up, emitting a fiery light that could not be looked at directly - the spear had almost lost its confusion, and turned into a terrifying existence that was restrained in such a form, and the dragon soul sealed in it was roaring.

So, the sky and the earth shook.

In the flames, Charles held the spear tightly and stabbed it suddenly. In front of the spear, all the ether was burned out, and a vacuum field appeared.

In this field, everything is doomed to perish.

"Delusion!"

In the turbulent black tide, the Lord of Darkness roared furiously, as if dragging the entire abyss and sweeping over, unstoppable!

The power of the abyss and the spear of St. George collided tit-for-tat, and even the Avalon barrier could not detect the changes in it, and could only perceive a chaos.

In the chaos, the breath of the abyss boiled, setting off a frenzy of ripples. And Charles was in the burning flames, roaring in pain.

"Charlotte?"

At that moment, on the top of the White Tower, Ye Qingxuan was also stunned. There was no time for him to hesitate. He gritted his teeth and pressed his palm on the crack on his chest - resonance!

In an instant, the bell rang.

With Xiaoyuan as the fulcrum, he suddenly pried the Avalon barrier.

In the dark cellar, the matrix composed of sixteen stone tablets roared and twisted, changing angles and positions to form a new structure.

In the violent shock, the moon wheel above the sky twisted, as if it had experienced a long time in an instant, from a full moon to a broken one, sliding down to the top of Charles' head.

The moonlight swept down like a torrent waterfall, passing through the chaos and enveloping Charles' body.

"It must work, it must work, it must work..."

Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and prayed, and his will guided the power in the barrier to fall from the sky, and the moonlight transformed and penetrated into Charles' body.

Referenced to the experience of setting up the Xiaoyuan in his body just now, he restrained the violent ether in Xiaer's body, but felt that he was trying to plug a volcano on the verge of eruption.

Ye Qingxuan's face was pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He only shared part of the pressure, but was almost destroyed from the inside by the pressure.

But Xiaer was not even a formal musician, but he could control that kind of power and keep his body intact... How terrible is this guy's talent? !

Relying on the support of the tuner, he did not hesitate to transfer all the pressure through the lever of the Xiaoyuan to the barrier, mobilized all the power he could mobilize now, and in an instant, he killed into the chaos through resonance.

The moonlight fuse was wrapped around Xiaer's limbs and bones, burned and evaporated by the flames, but it was reborn as it died. Ye Qingxuan endured the intense pain that came from every moment, and supported the connection between the two people tightly, maintaining this resonance.

"Just a replica..."

In the abyss of darkness, the Lord of Darkness gnashed his teeth. He changed his form, and the body that looked like a deformed skeleton opened his hands and tightly grasped the Spear of St. George that was stabbing at his chest.

The two palms rubbed against the Spear of Light, sparks burst out, and various musical theories were constantly entangled, twisted, and destroyed, causing strange aftermath.

He stared angrily at Charles who was close at hand, and through him, he seemed to see the will of the boy in the moonlight. In the abyss, there was a purely malicious thought that rushed into the brains of the two people along with his gaze.

"I didn't expect... it was you..."

"This trick is useless!"

Ye Qingxuan blocked in front of Charles, and the invisible river in his mind faced all kinds of abyssal 'images'. Although it collapsed at the touch, a round of moonlight rose in the collapsing river, and withstood the impact of that moment.

Then, he opened his mouth and roared with all his strength:

"--Maxwell, what are you waiting for, you old immortal!!!!"

The scorching sun fell from the sky.

The sword in the stone whistled, piercing the darkness and destroying everything.

The sixteen layers of wings broke through the air, and the sword in the stone accumulated to the peak, slashing down with a sword!

This sword, a thousand years apart!

The golden chapter of victory sounded loudly, forming a huge vortex in the sea of ​​​​ether, engulfing all the power within reach, bursting from the blade, forming the ultimate formula of the school of change.

-Element annihilation!

The sword blade fell from the sky, poured into the top of the head, slashed the abyss and the head, and also penetrated the core of this incarnation, cutting off its brain.

After a muffled sound, there was a dead silence.

The chaos dissipated, the abyss dissipated, and the Spear of St. George pierced through the chest of the Lord of Darkness. The last power burst out, destroying his last counterattack.

"So... so..."

The face of the Lord of Darkness was broken, as if weathered, but with a look of resentment and anger: "Ye Lanzhou, so you have..."

He used up his last strength and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to strangle the boy in the moonlight, but his trembling palm broke and fell apart.

The whole body was pulled by the power of the sword in the stone, quickly collapsed, twisted, and was sucked into the blade with a whine. Until finally, it turned into a wandering shadow in the clear blade.

As it was sealed, the power of "Genesis" also dissipated, and was re-sealed into the file by Haydn. He sat back in the wheelchair tiredly, showing his old age.

Everything returned to its original state.

The barrier weakened rapidly, and in the end it was almost gone. The tuner in the dark cellar fell apart, and the reborn movement returned to silence. Coming from death, it finally returned to death.

At the original place, the light wings behind Maxwell dissipated, and the halo above his head shattered.

He half-knelt on the ground, vomiting out the broken light, but when he stared at the ancient long sword in his hand that was gradually losing its light, his face was filled with relief.

"It's done. The sacrifices of so many people were not in vain."

No one responded, because those people were already dead.

In that unknown land of the dead, I don't know whether there will be relief and satisfaction waiting.

Maxwell, no, the shaman closed his eyes and whispered softly: "I hope they can find their own value while they are alive..."

Kapa.

As the Spear of St. George shattered, Charles staggered back, his whole body seemed to be burned red, fine blood oozing from his pores, he bent over and vomited blood.

He stared at the fragments of the Spear of St. George, stretched out his hand and grasped it, as if he saw some phantom and dream that did not exist here.

"Don't go..." he said.

The phantom and dream disappeared.

He closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

Maxwell reached out, caught his body, and carefully handed him to the Knight of the Round Table beside him, "Contact the Chant Doctor of the Order for emergency treatment.

All files of this operation will be permanently sealed after being submitted to Her Majesty the Queen and included in the Sixth Seal."

"Yes."

Lanmarok nodded, carefully holding Charles, and walked towards the opened passage.

In silence, Maxwell looked around the dark city that had returned to its cold and gloomy state, and sighed softly: "It's finally over."

"No, not yet."

The boy's hoarse murmur floated in the wind, and Maxwell looked back in surprise, but the boy's figure could no longer be seen on the top of the White Tower.