Crown of Silence

Chapter 617 Is it cool?

The collision between the etheric world and the material world has started again.

Since the battle of the Holy City, the entire material world has never suffered such a huge impact. The terrifying aftermath spread along the etheric sea to all directions, and even the terrible aftershocks could be detected as far away as the east. I don’t know how many musicians who just resonated with the etheric world fell into chaos and panic.

But in the center of the storm, everything was calm.

The wonders of the collision between heaven and earth were hanging high above the head, and countless rainbow lights burst out, but when standing on the trembling ground and looking up, you will naturally have an illusion of being far away.

In fact, at this time, no one would be stupid enough to look up and open their throats for the enemy to chop.

Except Ye Qingxuan.

Even if the opponent was Lancelot, he still had time to pay attention to the battle situation above.

Because from the beginning, he didn’t think he could beat him.

So... he has been paddling leisurely.

Although it was irresponsible to his subordinates who were fighting with all their strength, how stupid was he to fight with the knight who was famous in the West and recognized as the best in Anglo?

He was sure that as long as he dared to step into the ten-meter range of Lancelot, his neck would be pierced by the Dragon Slayer Spear at a glance, and two seconds later, he would be hung up and thrown in the middle of the battlefield.

With armor protection, the blessing of dragon power, and the Dragon Slayer Spear to make up for the lack of lethality, Lancelot has truly become a war machine.

The Fallen Iron is not called for nothing.

In fact, the gun is a fatal threat to any living thing - while destroying the flesh, it will also defeat the music theory and spirit, and at the same time, the fatal lethality will act on the blood circulation and ether circulation. It is precisely because of this double threat that he can take on the heavy responsibility of killing the dragon.

If he can kill the dragon, wouldn't it be easier to kill himself?

At this time, there is no need to talk about the old sayings, lamenting that he is not good at changing the movement.

Therefore, from the beginning to the end, Ye Qingxuan was dodging, or rather, being chased and hacked unilaterally... After giving up the initiative completely, it would be strange if he was not relaxed to fight with such a lazy attitude of giving up treatment.

He even had time to chat with Lancelot.

It was as if he was trying to improve his relationship before the battle.

Except that Lancelot didn't say a word, this exchange was simply perfect.

The dragon-slaying spear roared.

The rainbow light of molten gold spread from the spear blade.

The artifact that once nailed the hundred-armed giant to death for decades roared through the air. After being tempered in Guixu for decades, the transformed music theory was already perfect, tearing everything apart.

In order to target Arthur with this, the royal family cast it at all costs - even Hermes put a lot of effort into it.

Based on the classical alchemy that Hermes, one of the three sages, is best at, and with the theory of separation of man and god that the cult insists on as the theme, the spirituality in music theory is divided into two parts, one is like the glory of the gods, high above; the other is human, gathering and dispersing, taming, resisting, counterattacking... The two are included in the same theme, forming a perfect cycle and the most extreme collision.

Receiving the will of the gods and punishing all evil is not a merciful purification, but the most cruel killing, destruction in both the physical and etheric sense.

The Dragon Slayer Spear has been named after the legendary saint since the day it was forged, but more often, it is called the "Fallen Iron".

Among all the artifacts in existence, after throwing away the destroyed Spear of Destiny, the exception created for the entire Great Source, none of the remaining top artifacts carry and inherit the music that has been handed down from generation to generation, which has great symbolic significance for human history, and is even an epoch-making product in itself.

Each of them represents not only themselves, but also history and the world itself.

For example, the gate of heaven. When the Red King held this sword high and toured the countries, the entire human world once bowed down to the command of this famous sword.

For example, the sword in the stone once created the peak era of Anglo, gathered the power of the entire Anglo and the natural disaster, and was the key to the road to godhood.

For example, the monument of destiny, symbolizing the miracle, even if it is just an ordinary stone, it still has a lofty meaning...

And the dragon slayer spear, which inherited the fragments of the spear of destiny, can be among them with pure lethality, and its danger can be seen.

Especially when such a dangerous weapon falls into the hands of a handful of powerful knights in the entire Anglo, no, the entire Western world.

It can be said that even if Lancelot turns around to assassinate Arthur now, he may still have a chance of winning.

And when such a person becomes an enemy, Ye Qingxuan can only feel naked terror.

One strike can tear the Holy One apart, crushing everything in its path.

One strike can crush all of Ye Qingxuan's counterattacks, unstoppable.

Lancelot, blessed by the might of the dark dragon, has now become the incarnation of destruction. The strongest knight who was once famous in the world is now on the battlefield again, bringing unimaginable horrific pressure.

Ye Qingxuan is already... sweating profusely.

Even just now, he almost entered the 15-meter range of Lancelot several times without paying attention. When he was only three steps away, he felt the murderous intent like a thorn in his back.

Even from the beginning to now, Ye Qingxuan has been evading and never dared to stand in front of Lancelot.

Everything is to guard against Lancelot's trump card.

Until now... he still didn't know the name of Lancelot, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, and what kind of power the armor known as the strongest in the garden table had.

Staring at his weapon, he couldn't help but recall the fleeting light in the Shadow of Avalon in the past, the terrible attack that even the Lord of Darkness could not resist in a snap of a finger.

Just as he was thinking, he dodged a beat late, and then his hair stood on end.

At that moment, Lancelot stepped forward, the blue bricks under his feet cracked, a loud noise burst out, the dragon-slaying spear screamed, cut through the air, broke through the layers of blood-colored rain curtains, hot steam rushed into the sky, and the glow of molten gold roared.

Thrust!

A perfect thrust!

From the time the thrust was set to the time Ye Qingxuan's figure was pierced, the time in between seemed to be cut off, so fast that it surpassed the reaction nerves of humans.

By dissecting the human body structure, the hymnist discovered that the human eye can only capture images at a frequency of 24 times per second. In other words, if something happens within this 24th of a second, humans will not have time to react.

It is obvious that Lancelot's attack is so terrifying that it is beyond the perception of the naked eye.

No mercy!

If Ye Qingxuan had not spread the moonlight line across the battlefield, he would have been killed by this attack.

At the last moment, it was the Cloth of Original Sin that saved Ye Qingxuan.

When the moonlight line transmitted the changes it sensed back, the interpretation method came up with a result, and then the corresponding plan preset in the Cloth of Original Sin was activated.

The transmutation theory automatically activated the exoskeleton mimicry, and the 'vacuum sun' supported by Xiaoyuan brought a terrifying instantaneous explosive force, pulling him back.

Ten meters back.

Before he could react, his face was burning with pain and his eyes were black.

The capillaries were ruptured and the eyeballs were congested.

Without looking, Ye Qingxuan knew how embarrassed he looked now.

Staring at Lancelot's armor, Ye Qingxuan vaguely understood something and narrowed his eyes:

"Although it seems now that your last battle with the Lord of Darkness was mostly acting. But since I saw your armor last time, I have been very curious - what happened at that moment... Are you interested in revealing it and clearing up my confusion?"

During the confrontation, hot steam gushed out of the gap in Lancelot's armor.

The fiercely running ether furnace discharged terrifying heat.

Since the beginning of the war, Lancelot finally responded to Ye Qingxuan's words, and his voice was still cold and calm, without any ups and downs:

"Have you always been like this?"

"Huh?"

Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly, and then heard Lancelot's voice: "Have you always relied on your mouth to kill the enemy?"

"Yes."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, without any shame.

It is impossible to kill someone with words, but Ye Qingxuan's mouth can definitely make people angry to death.

Especially when he was determined to play a delaying war, his face was incredibly thick. It was impossible for him to rush forward and die just because of Lancelot's words.

"Let me remind you."

The Fallen Iron was swung horizontally in Lancelot's hand, cutting the rain curtain, and the armored knight re-positioned his attack posture: "Although the old wound has not healed, for me, it is at most that level.

You don't have to wait for me to vomit blood and exhaust my strength. Even if you want to use the wound as a flaw to attack, it doesn't matter."

"Have you been seen through? Thank you for the reminder."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and praised sincerely: "You are really worthy of being the upright Lancelot, so warm and considerate.

Since you and I have been so frank, can you tell me: How does it feel to kill your own sister?"

After a pause, he asked maliciously:

"Is it very pleasant?"

Lancelot was silent.

A chill spread from his body.

Countless blood-colored rain curtains suddenly shook, twisted by the chill, and the whole world was silent for a moment. Finally, the terrifying chill that made people shudder locked onto Ye Qingxuan.

"Little Ye, I'm sorry."

Lancelot slowly raised the Dragon Slayer Spear and pointed it at Ye Qingxuan's face: "I have a lot to say to you, I really want to... What a pity."

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were full of mockery and coldness, tit-for-tat:

"What a coincidence, me too."

At that moment, the terrifying ether fluctuations burst out from his hands.

The pure white moon emerged from the chapter of fate, and the purification music theory was placed in the moonlight, covering the entire battlefield with its terrifying corrosive power in an instant.

Where the moonlight shines is the range of the thought line radiation, and the entire battlefield has been controlled by Ye Qingxuan.

It's like looking at the lines on the palm of your hand.

He can see the broken iron, the cold blood, the falling rain and shouting, the rising heat and breath.

And Lancelot slowly set up a fighting posture.

He's going to do it for real.

All attempts from now on are meaningless, and the roaming and dodging tactics must end here.

All the chips have been placed on the gambling table, and the dice have been rolled.

Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath.

It's time to open the cup.