Crown of Silence

Chapter 615 The Road to the Summit

In the dead silent hall, Arthur held up the sword in the stone, turned around, and slowly walked towards his throne.

After many years, the throne still felt familiar, with the sweet taste of blood.

He chuckled.

"It feels so good to meet again after a long time."

He leaned on the throne, lowered his head, and looked down at the place next to Lancelot, "Long time no see, Lord Gawain. You look as weak as ever."

Lancelot turned around and looked at his side. It was empty, without anyone, but there was a nervous gasp.

"You have just come back to see me when I woke up. You are really loyal. In this case, I will not pursue your fault of doing nothing for hundreds of years."

"Your Majesty..."

A trembling voice came from the empty air: "I... am here to give advice..."

"Oh?"

Arthur burst out laughing: "The coward who hid in the armor and didn't even dare to speak in the past, now has the courage to advise the king? It seems that many interesting things have happened in the past hundreds of years. Considering your loyalty, tell me."

He propped up his chin with his elbow and said with interest: "Let me see what you have learned from those jesters who play with their lips and tongues."

In the silence, there was only nervous breathing.

"Your Majesty, I beg you... to stop now."

The child-like voice mustered up all its courage and trembled in its advice: "If, if you can give up the path to becoming a god, the situation will definitely turn around.

All the people are waiting for your Majesty to return. As long as you show kindness, the heaven on earth will be able to return to its original state soon..."

He stuttered and couldn't continue.

On the throne, Arthur looked down, his eyes became pity and mocking.

"Only this?"

"...Yes."

Gawain said in panic: "Only this one thing, I hope your Majesty will grant it.

When the time comes, no matter what punishment your Majesty has, I am willing to accept it. As long as I can be under your Majesty's command, I will not refuse any trial. I will not hesitate to die."

"Otherwise?"

Gawain was silent and did not answer.

In silence, Arthur sighed, reached out, and stroked the hilt of the sword in the stone.

"It's all turned to ashes, why are you still in the way, Gawain?"

In the air, countless crystal fragments slowly emerged, gathered with difficulty, and finally, barely pieced together into the appearance of a person. But there are many gaps.

If that exquisite face was complete, it would definitely be no less beautiful than any woman, but it is now covered with cracks and dust, like an abandoned mask.

In the broken corners of the eyes, there are still traces of dried blood and tears.

"Then..."

The broken human body clenched the invisible sword and pointed it at the indifferent face on the throne: "Please allow me to disobey."

In silence, Lancelot lowered his head, motionless, as if he didn't hear it.

Bang!

The sound of metal collision sounded from the dimness.

The next moment, it was drowned by the sound of heavy rain.

In the last faint light, a cracked marble fell from the disintegrating body, making a crisp cracking sound.

In the darkness, only the sword in the stone was left with a soft wail.

Ashes flew away.

"I thought I had something to rely on."

On the throne, Arthur shook his head in disappointment, "In the end, you dare to draw your sword against me even though you have fallen to this level of survival?

After hundreds of years, how far has this country fallen? Not only are they disrespectful to the king, but they have lost their reverence and reason...

Forget it, now that I have returned, it is imperative to put order on the agenda. Before that, I'd better wipe out all these annoying things."

As he said this, he held the sword upside down and stabbed the sword in the stone into the stone in front of the throne. He put his hands on the hilt and suppressed the resistance on the sword again and again, until finally, the blade dimmed and there was no sound.

"Then, let's start again from here..."

He raised his eyes.

In his pupils, the dark sun reappeared.

Staring at the fire and war under the city, he sneered, and his hoarse voice wandered in the turbulent city, suppressing all noises and echoing in everyone's ears:

"——The road to the top of all things!"

Then, the earth shook.

At that moment, the dark clouds covering the entire country were torn apart, revealing the dark night sky.

In the original darkness of the universe, the dim light of countless stars swayed, as if falling into this turbulent stage.

Endless dark dragon power gushed out from Arthur's body, like a dark torrent, rolling up the sky, turning into countless palms, grabbing the projection of the stars.

Under the pull of the dragon's power, the light of the stars gathered in one place, and then, they were all swallowed up.

The gravity of music theory distorted reality and time, and roars and loud noises suddenly burst out, resounding between the sea and the sky.

The road to godhood restarted here!

At that moment, everyone saw it.

As the dark dragon's might collapsed, a huge crack suddenly opened up in the center of the night sky.

A fierce light emerged.

The violent sun broke through the dragon's fetal shell, brewing from the endless music theory, hanging high above the sky, and scattering the violent brilliance like flames.

With the sword in the stone as his bones, Arthur continuously drew the power of Leviathan, giving birth to the prototype of a natural disaster like the scorching sun.

Amid the countless cheers, Arthur closed his eyes and laughed, but the laughter stopped abruptly.

The operation of the road to godhood suddenly stagnated.

"What is this...?"

He looked down in astonishment, staring at the sea in the distance that was full of light.

There shouldn't be anything there, but at this moment, the mirror-like sea surface was full of light, reflecting the reflection of Avalon.

That was...

The kingdom of shadows sleeping in the darkness!

The barrier between the material world and the etheric world was broken, and the ruined city sleeping in the phantom was reflected in the reflection of the sea.

And in the reflection, the white-haired young man looked up at the scorching sun in the sky from afar, and showed a weird smile.

Facing Arthur's astonished eyes, he slowly raised the broken scroll in his hand.

Ye Qingxuan said, "First, there must be light..."

So, there was light.

A pure white moon quietly rose from the reflection of the sea, and then sprinkled the afterglow.

The glow full of peace and tranquility spread over the entire kingdom of shadows, bringing new life to the abandoned kingdom of the dead.

The grand music theory of creation runs in the moonlight, and with the cold light, it covers the entire city in the shadow. Under Ye Qingxuan's will, the super-light domain music theory operation combined with the ultra-fine music theory control brings about huge changes like the creation of the world.

It's like time is going backwards.

The broken streets are mended again, the collapsed walls are mended again, and the fragmented beams and pillars slowly rise from the ruins. Then, time goes back, and the scattered bricks and stones gather from all directions and return to completeness under the patchwork of invisible hands.

The floor is smooth and complete, the walls are bright as new, and the oil paintings on the ceiling have changed colors...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years of time seem to be reversed.

The earthly kingdom that was once squeezed out and lost all its value has revived from the ruins, filled with moonlight and miracles.

And all of this, the power consumed... all of it was drawn from the road to godhood that originally belonged to Arthur alone!

Like a thief who broke into a treasure house, Taotie drank the fine wine that was originally collected by the owner, burned famous paintings for warmth, chopped sandalwood for firewood, and poured the only bottle of precious red wine left in the world into the pot to stew radishes and pig trotters, wasting and discarding a lot of power without hesitation.

In front of the owner, he proudly poured his life's collection into his mouth, just patting his shoulder and praising from the bottom of his heart: delicious!

It's simply... ridiculous!

"No, no!"

Arthur opened his eyes furiously, staring at the sword in the stone in his hand, and suddenly realized that the dark dragon power was turbulent, roaring, "Where is the scabbard? Maxwell! Where is my scabbard!!!"

Dragon power infusion.

The sword in the stone was shaking violently, and countless music theories were broken, bringing unprecedented pain to the soul in the sword, but it could not stop the crazy laughter.

Where is the scabbard?

Where else could it be...

Of course it is where it should be!

At that moment, as the heaven on earth was restored, the melody of the Golden Chapter of Victory resounded throughout the world... from the top of the kingdom in the shadow!

In the throne room that was no different from here, in the cage that had imprisoned Arthur for hundreds of years, the girl in white sat on the throne, and the golden dragon power swept like a tide, blending into the entire heaven on earth and penetrating the entire city.

The resources that Arthur had prepared for his ascension to godhood were placed in the hands of the new king, and as the power of the entire Anglu gathered, behind her, in the golden dragon power as deep as the sea, countless musical theories intertwined, forming the phantom of the scabbard.

In the phantom, the trace of the golden hound emerged faintly, looking at Arthur's face coldly.

His eyes were as arrogant as ever.

The same blood of Leviathan, the same golden chapter of victory, the same key of the sword in the stone in hand, the same king of Anglo blessed by the majestic first march, and even the same...

The earthly heaven blessed by Genesis reappeared, bringing gravity that is not inferior to Avalon, competing with Arthur for the power of Leviathan.

So far, the road to godhood has been completely split into two!

Hundreds of years ago, when Maxwell turned against Arthur on the day he ascended to the throne of God, cut off the road to godhood, and left a heavy wound on Arthur's chest, he had foreseen the arrival of this day.

Sooner or later, Arthur will come back again and restart the road to godhood...

Due to the core music theory of the sword in the stone, Maxwell could not kill Arthur, nor could he destroy himself.

Then, after Arthur was seriously injured, he chose to seriously injure himself.

The music theory of the sword in the stone was completely divided into two parts, one part was kept by Maxwell, and the other part was sealed in the scabbard.

Enduring the pain of splitting, he threw the scabbard into the dark world. He left it in the farthest place from Arthur, and even entrusted it to the cult to seal and hide it.

The complete sword in the stone was incomplete, and the complete road to godhood was also divided into two!

If the former Hermes saw this scene, he would definitely laugh.

The dead emperor occupied the throne of the world, and the emperor of the world fought back in the land of the dead... It was simply a great comedy!

"What a pity, your majesty."

In the blade, Maxwell laughed hoarsely: "It seems that your road to godhood has ended here..."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

A painful roar sounded!

Arthur clenched his five fingers expressionlessly and said, "Sir Lancelot."

"I am here."

Lancelot knelt on one knee.

"Since your sword is broken, I will give it to you."

Arthur stretched out his hand, and the dragon-slaying spear on the ground fell into his hand. The innate music theory of killing dragons became as hot as iron when it came into contact with his palm.

Arthur clenched the gun blade with his five fingers, letting it feast on the dragon's blood, until the trembling gun body fell into silence, and the gun blade buzzed, seemingly satisfied.

The dragon-slaying spear fell into Lancelot's hands.

As Arthur waved his hand, the dark dragon power gathered, and the masters of the first royal orchestra emerged from the shadows.

They once dedicated everything to King Arthur, but now, the chapters of fate engraved at the bottom of the city have been awakened by Arthur's will, and the spirituality sealed in the movements is carried by the dragon's power. In this way, with death The undead have returned to this world again in their heyday.

Under Arthur's will, the dragon's power, wrapped in countless music theories, blessed Lancelot's body and transformed into an illusory dark sun.

"I will give you the power of natural disasters and lead the royal orchestra to crush all those who dare to touch my throne..."

On the throne, the inhuman king who was so angry that he was mad issued an order:

"—Bring back my scabbard and my power!"