Chapter 567 I Am the Country
In the silence, only the face in the crystal was singing softly.
The singing, which seed to linger in the air, spread in the rain towards all directions. As a result, the pitch black ocean let out a piercing reply. The seawater boiling as rivers of darkness erged from the depths of the ocean. Countless vile spawn of the sea were responding loudly.
They were coming.
The sea and the sky roared.
"Your Majesty," Lancelot went down on one knee and implored, "please return to the throne."
"Is it ti already?" Elizabeth smiled, holding the singing crystal in both hands, and observed the face in it. "Do you think so as well?"
No one responded.
But in the silence, the eyes on the face, which was previously sunk in deep slumber, opened. The eyes that seed to contain the abyss in them gazed at the empress in front of him, as if suddenly enlightened, but they were empty. Only the bestiality of catastrophes was surging and flowing in them, the evil seemingly materializing, like an endless deep sea.
It was a glimpse cast by Leviathan in its sleep, looking at the turbulent world.
Elizabeth smiled. "No worries, Prince Thas, I'll be with the bloodline of sin."
She held the crystal prism carefully in both hands and walked up the steps slowly. Then she sat on her throne in a dignified manner, staring at the pitch black ocean and the sky, murmuring softly, "This ti, I will definitely bring an end to you and this ominous bloodline."
Bang! The crisp sound of steel scraping against each other sounded from under the throne.
The earth quaked.
No, it ca from sowhere deeper, not the prison-like palace by itself located at the highest point, nor the splendid and majestic uptown, but Avalon.
The depths of Avalon quaked. The machines that had been buried in the darkness since the construction of Avalon were activated. Under the extraction by aether furnaces, huge amounts of energy were drawn from the leylines of aether. The energy spewed out like a waterfall, propelling the rotation of the incredibly heavy gears.
Steel banged. The earth was torn apart, flas ignited, hurricanes stirred up, blocking the downpour. In the roars that seed as if they had been passed down from the ancient tis, the floor of the throne room cracked and shattered, nurous steel parts and gears erging from the steel fra beneath. Fragnts of the floor broke, fell, and got stuck in the gaps, but could not stop the operation of the gears and were crushed into dust.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Harsh, piercing sounds burst forth from the throne. Nails popped out of it one after another, wedging deeply into Elizabeth's spine, connecting themselves to her nerve center. Layers of steel rose and covered her, integrating with her body. In the end, she was completely fixed on the throne, and could not even move her little finger.
At the mont, she had beco connected to the huge machine, as well as nurous facilities all over Avalon. The earth was her body, countless huge steel machinery her internal organs, and the aether leylines flowing beneath the ocean her blood...
"It is the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of past generations…" In the intense pain, Elizabeth's blood seeped out of her pores, Firebird spewed and swept like fire, covering the entire Avalon, giving her control over everything.
Her pale face put on a faint smile difficultly, and she murmured softly, "Now, I am Avalon, I am Anglo." The empress had taken her seat on the throne, abandoning her mortal body. With Firebird, she took over the body made of steel and rged into one with her country...
Anglo had started preparing for the war since a hundred years ago. Even the empress herself must play her role as a chip on the table, in the gamble of life…
At the mont, the destructive Firebird had been strengthened by thousands of tis, erging from the depths of the earth like a flood. In only an instant, the scarlet red renge blood on the ocean.
Just seeing it would sting one's eyes.
Just by existing, it would devour everything.
Just touching it would cause one to be swept up in destruction…
The essence that was thousands of tis purer than that of Mary's revealed itself in the Firebird. In an instant, it tore several rivers of darkness apart and exterminated countless vile spawn of the sea.
For so many years, Elizabeth had struggled to keep the monster within her in check, but when the war started finally, she no longer had to suppress it, and the hungry beast was let out from its cage.
The power and its host existed as two facets of the sa being, like the city of Avalon and its shadow.
The human bloodline bore the consciousness of the host as a human, whereas the dragon bloodline bore the negative elents born out of one's own personality, pure darkness and madness.
Such was the essence of the curse—the parasitic scarlet red dragon in the host's body that would devour everything and would never be satiated. Now, the legendary elents in the bloodline had been released. With Avalon as its body, it wanted to swallow the entire ocean of darkness into its stomach.
Such was the true form of the ruler of Anglo!
In just an instant, countless vile spawn of the sea turned into ashes in the blooming renge. The torrential rain was shredded by Firebird. Like water being boiled, it vaporized into a ghastly white fog, ascending into the sky…
The sky and the earth shook. In the depths of the ocean, the behemoth that was about to reawaken seed to have felt a stabbing pain and jerked furiously. Leviathan, which is about to wake up from its long dream, fought back with rage.
The war between mankind and catastrophes had finally begun.
…
In the dancing white mist, soone passed through layers and layers of defense, entering into the throne room belatedly.
"Your Majesty." The old man, who has aged quite a bit, bowed in reverence.
"Maxwell, you have co late." On the throne, Elizabeth opened her eyes, her pupils scarlet, and spoke in a hoarse voice, "You seed to have disappeared recently, where did you go? Do you have any interesting stories to share with ?"
"My apologies, Your Majesty, I have gotten into the bad habit of drinking alcohol recently. Not only did I not do anything, but I was often drunk and lost track of ti." Maxwell took off his hat and poncho, and combed his fingers through his wet unruly hair, smiling resignedly. "Fortunately, I didn't wake up too late."
"I see." Elizabeth nodded, not minding his negligence, nor angered by that his dejection. She just looked at him, her eyes full of empathy. "Did you have a sweet dream?"
"Yep." Maxwell got up and stepped forward, setting foot on the steps, causing Lancelot to frown and stop him. "Maxwell, you are in the throne room. Mind your etiquette in front of Her Majesty."
From the mont Elizabeth sat upon the throne, she had beco one with Avalon. From then on, until the end of the war, she would not separate from it, even though it was burning away her life. The Knights of the Round Table, who had guarded the royal family for centuries, was her final line of defense.
In the past, he would have let it go, as it wasn't exactly rare for Maxwell to commit a breach of etiquette. But the current situation was different, and Lancelot would not allow anyone to approach the throne, even Maxwell.
Moreover, the stench of alcohol on this guy was so strong that it could suffocate soone ten ters away to death, Lancelot grumbled ntally.
"Oh, Lancelot." Maxwell drunkenly opened his eyes and finally recognized the person in front of him. He gave a smile of sudden realization, then... took out a half-empty bottle of rum from his pocket and waved it in front of Lancelot.
"Want so?"
The stench of poor-quality alcohol intensified, stinging Lancelot's wounded lungs, turning his face crimson with anger.
Right at that very mont, Maxwell let go, and the bottle of rum fell from his hand, shattering as it smashed on the ground. His hand, now empty, balled into a fist, the knuckle of his index finger protruding, and hamred down. From the other side of the round table armor which was not activated, his fingers pressed against the wound from many years ago, which had yet to properly heal.
Snap! The brief exchange ended in an instant before anyone could see clearly. Lancelot lost all his strength, half-kneeling on the ground. Maxwell easily took away the iron case beside Lancelot and put it in his arms.
The steel in the case shook as if it had been angered, but it was forcibly suppressed in the next mont.
"Sorry," Maxwell whispered softly in Lancelot's ear, as he stepped forward!
To the throne.
The drunkenness in his eyes was ignited, morphing into an indescribable coldness and... a murderous intent!
Lancelot drew his sword.
Bang! Summoned by Maxwell, a quaint and majestic long sword penetrated the curtain of rain, answering his call. It brushed past Lancelot's cheek, and the fierce impact left a wound on his face. Then, the sword hit the steps that lead up to the throne.
Scepter·the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth!
In a flash, the kingdom of heaven descended here, erecting an unbreakable iron wall and separating the room into two domains. It locked Maxwell and the Queen inside together.
"Maxwell..." Outside the iron wall, Lancelot coughed up dark blood. Not even having ti to gasp for breath, he turned back in shock. "What are you trying to do!!!"
"Isn't it obvious?" Maxwell said as he advanced on the steps, not even bothering to turn his head.
The iron case originally kept safe by Lancelot laid opened in his hands. The teorite tal that was slumbering in it was taken out and awakened, It drew the aether in the air and quickly proliferated...
In a flash, in the hands of Maxwell laid a heavy lance more than two ters in length. A massive amount of aether gathered on it, forming a scarlet glow that seed to be flowing, as if the lance was entangled in silk...
It was the dragon-killing lance that had the na of a saint bestowed upon it!
Maxwell set foot on the last step, with his back towards Lancelot. He held the scorching hot lance tight, despite it burning his hands until they were charred. He went down on one knee and bowed at his empress for the last ti.
"Your Majesty, pardon my offense."
"I see that the need to make a choice has finally arrived, Maxwell..." Elizabeth looked at him and seed to understand what was going on. After a good while, she sighed softly but did not resist. Instead, she chose to obey the arrangent of fate and closed her eyes.
"Maxwell!!!" Lancelot roared in rage.
The next mont, Avalon let out a dying whine of sorrow.
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"From that day onwards, Leviathan broke through the second seal and entered the resurrection stage," said Lancelot.
In the dim light, he kept his eyes down. "The uptown fell at the sa ti, covered by the dark fog. If not for Master Haydn's tily return to seal the entire palace, then all of Avalon would fall under the power of Leviathan.
"Her Majesty is dead, and the princess is missing. All our preparations have gone to the dogs because of Maxwell's betrayal. The war between Anglo and the catastrophe has yet to begin, but we have already failed. "
The dead silence lasted for a long ti until Ye Qingxuan spoke in a hoarse voice, "It is absolutely impossible!"
Lancelot only smiled indifferently. He lifted the teacup, did not explain further and just said, "If you don't believe it, open the window and take a look for yourself."
Ye Qingxuan got up, and after hesitating for a long ti, he pushed the sealed shutters open. In an instant, the whistling wind gushed into the dining room, bringing a faint whine of sorrow with it.
In the biting cold wind, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked up at the direction of the uptown. In the seal of the enchantnt of Avalon, the abyss-like darkness that engulfed everything finally revealed its tracks, dancing like a living thing.
As dawn arrived, the city did not usher in the morning sun but remained in a deep slumber in the illusion-like singing. Somber tolls of bells sounded from the depths of the darkness, booming and reverberating in the skies of the city, as if the behemoth in the sea was laughing.
Leviathan would eventually arrive.
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