Crown of Silence

Chapter 621 What I Want to Say

Just in front of Ye Qingxuan, Lancelot's armor had been burned red, emitting heat like a furnace, and was as ferocious as a demon. But the demon was bound in a huge web.

Countless dim and thin threads of thought were wrapped around him, like spider silk, entwined together, covering him. Each thread of thought was so fragile that it would collapse at the touch of a finger, but now, thousands of moonlight threads extended from all directions and wrapped around Lancelot's armor.

Every joint, every inch of armor, every place...

Even if the Dragon Slayer Spear can cut through the music theory, it will be difficult to break free in the face of such a large number.

At some point, Lancelot was already deeply trapped.

Those thin and dim threads that were almost non-existent extended from every corner of the battlefield, and the source was the moonlight swords that were defeated by the Dragon Slayer Spear.

The fragments that were crushed by the Dragon Slayer's Spear had not dissipated, and they were still connected to each other. With Ye Qingxuan's overload attack, Lancelot had been entangled in it.

The thought thread that evolved from "Bolero" itself has excellent ductility. When stretched to the limit, it is even less than one percent of spider silk.

Because of its excessive thinness, it is also too fragile. It can be broken with just a slight movement, without even any effort.

Even if tens of millions of thought threads are gathered together at the same time, it is just a bundle less than the thickness of the little finger, which cannot be compared with the toughness of the rope.

And now, it is this kind of thought thread that is so weak that it is not worth mentioning at all that has bound Lancelot in the net.

When Ye Qingxuan awakens the nature interference imposed on it, its own viscosity and toughness will surge. Although it is still not worth mentioning compared to Lancelot's strength, it can be broken in an instant.

But when facing the armor that is accelerated ten thousand times, these thought threads will play a terrifying effect.

At relative speed, even friction with the air will produce furnace-like high temperatures.

Even if it encounters gravel, it will bring an impact that is no less than the collision of a hammer.

Lancelot's own speed is too terrible, so terrible that he can't even break them in time. In the brief moment before the break, the terrible speed of the armor will be completely worn out by the pulling force of the thought line itself.

Until the end, the terrifying speed that is enough to chase the light came to an abrupt end.

The terrible consequences of the second stage of acceleration broke out from the armor.

In the high heat of purgatory, the internal organs felt a crushing pain. Two consecutive extreme accelerations almost made the body fall apart.

If it weren't for Long Wei's protection, Lancelot would have been burned to ashes at this moment.

Then, Lancelot heard Ye Qingxuan's hoarse voice.

"Now, it's my turn..."

Under the moonlight, the white-haired young man weaved a large amount of thought lines with one hand, and slowly raised the other hand.

The pure white moon rose from behind him, and as the moon rotated, the sharp sound of steel rubbing against each other burst out from it. That was the ‘throwing sword’ after overlapping dozens of times in an instant!

Countless sword blades endowed with gold and iron metamorphosis arced from the moonlight and whistled.

Without time to breathe, the Dragon Slayer Spear was raised again.

After being blocked by the thought line at a terrifying speed, in such a terrifying high temperature, Lancelot still had the spare strength to fight back. All the blockades and parries were perfect, without any slowdown or deformation due to physical exhaustion.

Even though the armor at this moment no longer provided assistance, but was a hot cage.

I have never seen such a terrifying will that surpassed steel... It was like even if I could only lift a finger, I would completely defeat the enemy.

But this time, under the continuous impact of the sword of metamorphosis, his movements became slower and slower.

Running around to repair the defense line, it was difficult to counterattack. Ye Qingxuan didn't even need to transform the blade into light. The transformation of the metal and iron made his defense more and more difficult.

Bang!

A heavy hammer smashed the defense of the Dragon Slayer Spear and landed on his shoulder, causing the melted shoulder armor to dent. Then, another long sword slashed and cut a sharp crack in the breastplate.

The crack and the old wound intertwined, almost splitting his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of low sounds rang out.

That was the sound of the body being torn apart.

The swords and knives rang, and the spears, axes and long swords penetrated his limbs and chest, nailing him to the ground.

The victory was determined.

The burning mask slowly fell.

In the silence, the roar of a beast sounded.

The sharp sound resounded throughout the battlefield.

The dark dragon power gushed out from the broken body.

In intense pain, he broke free from the nearby Hades and returned to the battlefield that belonged to him.

The loud sound of steel rubbing against each other burst out.

Holding the weapon tightly in his hand, Lancelot stepped forward and let countless swords and knives slash at his body, chopping off the armor beyond recognition.

From beginning to end, the pair of indifferent eyes stared at Ye Qingxuan.

He was still alive.

It seemed that he had no pain and was still intact as before.

Even though it had been ignited...

The armor wailed and fell apart.

The burning Lancelot walked out of it, like the ashes and iron after the flames burned out. His face still vaguely retained the appearance of the past, but it was replaced by something more hideous.

At this moment, he no longer looked like a knight, but some kind of furious demon, wielding the dragon-slaying spear and tearing all the swords of transformation into pieces.

"How terrible, Lancelot."

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and sighed regretfully.

boom!

In the moonlight, a heavy spear suddenly appeared, and iron light burst out, slashing down towards Lancelot.

collapse!

The slashing spear hit the dragon-slaying spear with a loud noise. Lancelot paused and the slashing spear shattered. He stepped forward again, only to hear countless swords clanging and the low roar of slashing vertically and horizontally.

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, and sixteen spears and heavy swords emerged from the moon. There was no hesitation because of their relationship, nor was there any mercy because of the other's injuries.

Aiming at the vital points of the body, the sixteen swords of qualitative transformation were slashed out!

The sound of broken steel continued to sound.

The burning knight advanced, the dragon-slaying spear roared, shattering the weapons that came from the attack, or letting them pierce into the burning body, the wounds tore open, but it could not slow down his steps.

The inhuman and terrifying will has surpassed the pain and torture. Even though it is so tragic, it is chilling to have an inch of iron in your hand.

It seems that nothing in this world can kill him. If he does not die, he will move forward and win...

That ferocious posture makes people want to run away just by looking at it.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand again, the sound of friction of steel burst out from the moon, and the cold murderous intention locked on Lancelot.

This time, I will completely chop him into pieces!

"Don't even think about it!"

In the distance, surrounded by the Witch's Hammer, the head of the Royal Orchestra suddenly raised his hand. In the cold melody, the music theory was woven, opening a gap leading to the etheric world. A huge shadow swept in, blocking the way. The armored knight was crushed into pieces and rushed towards Ye Qingxuan's location.

The countless changing shadows were like a quagmire, opening their foul-smelling mouth and swallowing Ye Qingxuan's lock.

"Get away!"

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand impatiently.

At that moment, the moon rose again.

Hanging high.

The Chapter of Fate is operating at full strength, and the solemn melody resounds throughout the world.

The sound of the trumpet announcing the coming of dawn burst out and roared from it.

This time, what emerged from the moonlight was no longer a sword, but a huge and ferocious silhouette, which was the torture rack that emerged from the moonlight.

Using the moon wheel as the furnace and the ether as the firewood, the Chapter of Fate promotes alchemy and creates a complex alchemical matrix, which is attached to the illusory outline of the torture rack, and the interference of properties gives it the weight and texture of iron.

Immediately afterwards, the torture rack fell from the sky!

Howls erupted.

Waves of air swept across, and wild flames soared into the sky.

——"Night on Barren Mountain"!

The rack wedged itself deeply into the earth, crucifying the wriggling shadow. The flames from Purgatory turned into torrential rain and fell from the sky with a fury that burned everything.

The flames turned into a torrent, covering the shadows, flowing backwards, and even poured into the crack, causing a scream of pain to come from the crack.

The shadow broke and disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, countless swords roared towards him, and the faceless leader staggered back. In the distant sky, the main cannon of Nomadic Mountain lit up with blazing flames, locking on the resurrected royal musicians, and punished them from the sky!

"Deus-vult!!!"

The knights of the Witch's Hammer roared, the earth shook, and in the roar, the steel torrent of armored knights swept forward again.

With just a moment of distraction, the suppressed Lancelot had already entered ten steps away from Ye Qingxuan, and raised the dragon-slaying spear again. Even though he was severely injured, the hands holding the weapon were still as stable as iron.

In the blink of an eye, a howling sound started.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his left hand and grabbed the molten golden glow. He let the blade of the gun tear his palm apart, causing severe pain, and he held on to the barrel of the gun tightly.

Let it vibrate with anger, causing cracks and scars on the palms, and the color of the bones exposed. The countless music theories of the Chapter of Fate forcibly penetrated, blocked, and suppressed it, shackling it in their hands.

Even if the tip of the gun is only an inch away from his heart.

Then, Ye Qingxuan raised his right hand with endless fingers.

Towards the face so close...

Punch!

Bang!

A dull echo sounded like it was hit on iron.

Lancelot's eyes were still cold and unwavering. From the nearly shattered body, violent power burst out again, and the dragon-slaying spear shook again, almost breaking free from Ye Qingxuan's hand.

"Say something, Lancelot!"

Ye Qingxuan raised his fist, hit him in the face again:

"Don't you have a lot to tell me?"

Bang!

A broken sound sounded, and it was unclear whether it came from Ye Qingxuan's finger bones or Lancelot's face. His eyes were still indifferent, without any change.

Even if it's close at hand.

"If you don't say anything, just let me do it."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his face and suddenly smiled, his voice hoarse: "It just so happens that over the years, I have many questions that I haven't had time to ask you..."

"Do you still remember your sister?"

He looked into Lancelot's eyes: "Have you ever thought about what happened to her after leaving Avalon?"

He saw it.

Something flashed in his indifferent and empty eyes.

But Ye Qingxuan's smile changed and became so ferocious, as if rage was carved into his bones. He raised his hand, mustered up all his strength, and punched that noble and solemn face in the past!

Bang!

Lancelot's head was shaken violently, and his steel face was shattered, falling apart under his fist. A hoarse voice sounded from his ears, carrying the pain and despair of the past.

"She was insulted!"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand, pulled out the long sword from the moon wheel, pointed it at Lancelot, and slashed it down!

The sword blade tore through the body, and dark red blood spurted out.

"She was belittled!"

The dagger turned upside down and penetrated Lancelot's heart to the end.

The huge force pushed Lancelot back, pushing him against the broken wall.

"—They said he was a bitch!"

The heavy ax struck down, the bones were broken, and the dragon-slaying spear fell out of hand, rolling to the ground like a cry.

"She was kicked out of the shelter by someone else!"

Ye Qingxuan stepped on his face, smashed the hammer in his hand with all his strength, and roared: "She knelt on the ground and begged for the last deserved dinner...for me!"

Bang!

Lancelot's chest collapsed, and his broken internal organs flowed out of his mouth along with congestion. There was a vague sound in his throat, and he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

Only the sound of broken bones was heard.

Until finally, he was roughly lifted from the ground by one hand.

"You still have the nerve to say: You have a lot to tell me?"

Ye Qingxuan looked down at him and asked coldly: "Lancelot, how do you repay her? Just talk!"

For a long time, Lancelot raised his face with difficulty, opened and closed his dry lips, and breathed painfully.

"Kristen, that child... is innocent, she doesn't know anything." His voice was hoarse and weak, as if he was angry: "The Knights of the Round Table... were used by me... I die, go find Terry Stan...he will be loyal to you...these things should be yours, take them."

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed angrily: "A ransom for buying your life? Or a belated confession?"

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, Lancelot choked violently, coughing up dark red blood and fragments of internal organs. He held Ye Qingxuan's hand tightly and used all his strength:

"For so many years... I have always... wanted to take her home... I really want to, little Ye Zi, I really want to..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at him silently, let go of his hand, and watched coldly as he knelt on the ground, panting in pain, and he was already dead.

Finally, he heard Ye Qingxuan's indifferent voice.

"For all these years, she has been waiting for someone to take her home... Unfortunately, the person she is waiting for is not you."

Lancelot was stunned.

"That's right..."

He dropped his head, shoulders shaking.

The sound from the broken lungs was like a choked sound, and like a tearing laughter. The laughter was empty, full of bitterness and self-mockery.

After a long time, the laughter disappeared along with the breath.

Lancelot raised his broken arm and carefully wiped the sticky blood from the corner of his mouth: "What are you waiting for, Ye Qingxuan... do what you should do and give me a ride."

He looked at Ye Qingxuan, his eyes were full of tranquility, without fear or weakness, just quietly waiting for his end.

Desire for relief.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan silently pulled out the dragon-slaying spear on the ground, raised the tip of the spear, and pointed it at his heart.

"Farewell, Lancelot."

"Um."

Lancelot closed his eyes.

The glow disappeared in a flash.

The blood rain fell from the sky again, and the gray-white dust on the gun blade flew into the distance in the rain.

Disappeared without a trace.

-

On the chaotic battlefield, Ye Qingxuan held the dragon-slaying spear in his hand, raised his head, and looked up at the mighty dragons fighting in the sky.

The dark dragon power turned into a scorching sun and strangled together with the golden ocean.

It's like a desperate fight between a black dragon and a golden dragon. They use their teeth, wings and bones as weapons to tear apart the opponent's body. Blood spurts out from it and turns into a heavy rain when it falls on the ground.

When the war on earth finally comes to an end and the last royal musicians turn to ashes in the purifying light, the battle in heaven is finally about to be decided.

The light was torn to pieces.

The dark and scorching sun swallowed up the faint shadow in the light, swallowing it into its belly bit by bit. And as Arthur laughed ecstatically, the terrifying ether fluctuations burst out again from the highest point of Avalon.

The road to ascending to the gods is about to begin again...

Behind Ye Qingxuan, the herald, whose body was covered in blood, was half kneeling on the ground.

"Your command, Your Excellency."

"Take care of the wounded and go back first. Your Majesty always needs someone to protect you." Ye Qingxuan waved his hand: "The battle you should be fighting is over for now.

Just leave the rest to me. "

The herald was stunned for a moment, not daring to disobey the order, and nodded: "Yes."

"Also, if Your Majesty asks me where I have been, just tell her..."

Ye Qingxuan picked up the dragon-slaying spear and smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, and the darkness in his pupils was bottomless: "After all, after so many years of deep hatred, let me go and talk to that outdated emperor first... 'Let's talk'."