586 Tomorrow (1/2)

In the hospital sickroom, the atmosphere grew tense. The sound of the friction of metal lingered, as if it was a fantasy.

”Do you know what people like you are called by the Religious Court of Inquiry when they are executed on the scaffold?” Ye Qingxuan gazed at Lancelot, his stare gradually growing colder. He said in a cold voice as if produced by gears and springs rubbing each other, ”Defeatist!”

Lancelot didn't show any change in expression, as if it didn't concern him at all. He shook his head indifferently and said, ”You should learn to prepared for the worst before you place your bet.”

”Lancelot, this is not the same!” After only three days of transient harmony and friendliness, Ye Qingxuan sabotaged the atmosphere between them and addressed his uncle by his name. ”The queen is now missing, Maxwell is nowhere to be found, and the Privy Council of Anglo is not working. As the minister of the second division and the de-facto leader of Anglo, you are talking about surrendering even before the war has begun? Where is that family honor of yours? Where are the noble characteristics and pure morality of yours? Where is that integrity of yours?”

”There is nothing that is perfect in this world, nor is there any saint. Ye Qingxuan, you always expect too much for this world.” Lancelot heaved a sigh. ”You come back or not, the Religious Court of Inquisitors will fight in this war or not, Anglo will fight to the last man and Lancelot will fight for this country to the end, but you need to understand, the war is impossible to win.”

Lancelot determined that they would lose the war and was so sure of his judgement. There was no confusion or doubt in his eyes, as if he had seen the outcome of the war himself. ”Our defeat was destined when Leviathan broke the second seal. As to why we are not able to win, it is because we have no chance to defeat Leviathan at all. It has been so from the very beginning.”

Ye Qingxuan was shocked. After a long silence, he asked in a hoarse voice, ”We have 13 musician divisions including the royal musician division, all the power armor, the round table cavaliers, including the seven round table armors, the second, third, and the fourth naval fleets of Anglo. There are 460,000 soldiers in total. And you think we don't even stand a chance to fight Leviathan?”

”We may have a chance if Anglo was still an intact country.” Lancelot answered, ”but is Anglo now an integral country? Ye Qingxuan, you must know, the king just died, the new king has not yet been crowned. And we have only a month to prepare for the war! In such a short time, it is not enough to ensure the loyalty of the ministers? Not to mention unite the whole country to fight the war? If the queen was alive, she could control the situation and force everyone to act in favor of the good of the whole country and suppress their own dark, selfish plans. But Mary, she is not capable of that.”

”Ask master Haydn to work with me, then.” Ye Qingxuan raised his voice and said, ”As long as I can get close to the hall of the throne, I can retrieve the Stone Sword and the spear of St. George. I can…”

Looking into his eyes full of unwavering courage, Lancelot lowered his head and heaved a sigh. He didn't let Ye Qingxuan finish but took out a familiar bottle from his pocket instead; a bottle full of fresh blood. The sticky blood was not red but was clear and transparent like amber. It was as if it were boiling in the bottle. It was only a small bottle, but in it there seemed to be monstrous waves roaring. Even the light was deflected and dispersed in the bottle. It disappeared into the deep darkness in the bottle, as if devoured by some invisible monster. The darkness was like smoke, floating and swirling in the bottle.

Ye Qingxuan's voice was cut off immediately, and he stopped moving. In just one moment, it was as if he were frozen. Staring at Lancelot, his face turned ghastly pale. Yet on the skin under his neck, spots of blood-red grew quickly and covered almost every inch of his skin almost immediately.

That was blood; boiling blood…

Lancelot looked at him pitifully. ”You still haven't realized where your most vulnerable spot lies.”

Ye Qingxuan could see Lancelot's lips moving, but he could not hear anything he said. He heard someone singing. The singing lingered around him. Sometimes it was as if the voice was by his ears, and other times it was as if the voice was within his own body. He felt like there were numerous amounts of mouths hidden in his blood, incited by the blood in the bottle to sing loudly.

”The king and his accomplice kidnapped the queen and jailed her in the dream…

”We have the power, yet where should we go? Oh, men, hoist the sail! Pull, thieves and beggars, we'll live forever…”

This, however, was an illusion.

There should have been no sound at all, except that his blood was like a live animal in pain, twisting and cramping. The blood seemed to want to kill Ye Qingxuan as it tore up the veins in his body and oozed out of his body, as if it were gasping for fresh air greedily. Then, numerous tiny filaments grew out of his blood like mold, sticking to his body in large blocks.

This was hilarious. This was really hilarious, Ye Qingxuan.

Unspeakable desire to kill and anger brewed up in him. When did this evil creature get into my body? Why haven't I noticed it before?

The Blood of Deva circulated violently in his body. The silver moonlight surged in his blood, wrestling with the wild evil creatures to kill them. Yet, after being killed, those things came back to life again and again, sucking Ye Qingxuan's blood and consuming his life. It seemed to have integrated with Ye Qingxuan.

”Lancelot!!!” with blood-red eyes, Ye Qingxuan howled angrily. He used up all his remaining strength to throw himself at Lancelot, who, sitting on the wheelchair, didn't defend himself at all but raised his hand to put the orange-colored amber blood between him and Ye Qingxuan.

In the blood, an eye opened, looking at Ye Qingxuan. It was gazing at Ye Qingxuan's blood. Then, the evil thing in his blood began to grow much faster. Almost in one split second, it spread to his all his veins, his nervous system, internal organs, trachea, mucous membranes, ear drums… It deprived him of all his strength. He fell to the ground, losing control of his own body, right in front of the wheelchair.

Everything fell into silence.

Finally, Lancelot said, ”I know that your thumb of card is the Stone Sword. As long as you have the Stone Sword, with the national defense metric supporting you, you might have a chance to defeat the catastrophe. However, there was a fatal flaw in this plan from the very beginning of its making.”