612 May the God Bless the Kingdom and My King Bless Me (2/2)
in one strike.
Jiu Xiao Huan Pei drew the power of the national defense line and infilled the
hot power into the fate of staff. Then, smashed it on Arthur.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
With all the power of the whole Anglo, the staff of fate smashed onto Arthur's
face. The face was smashed so hard that it turned into a meat pie. Before
Arthur could defend himself, his right hand was also hit and the bones
shattered.
Ignoring the firebirds, Ye Qingxuan stepped onto Arthur's body and hit him
with the staff of fate again and again. The black blood fell on his furious face.
”How dare you! How dare you!” Stepping on Arthur's face which was healing
quickly, Ye Qingxuan was as crazy as a monster. ”Why don't you just die?
Why? Why should you live in this world! How dare you hurt Maxwell! Why
don't you die! Why don't you find a dark corner and rot quietly! You son of a
bitch! Shit! Crap! Garbage! Criminal! Parasite!”
Arthur screamed horribly. His bones cracked. He wanted to say something,
yet he couldn't even move under the crazy attack of Ye Qingxuan and was
stepped by him like a pile of garbage.
The usually calm and arrogant young man was completely crazy. He was as
fierce as an evil monster, torn off his mask of kindness by anger. He spat out
his poison without mercy and sabotaged Arthur's dignity.
”Die! Go to hell!” Stamping on Arthur's face again and again, he shouted,
”Why?! Why?! Why?!”
Arthur screamed. Yet he grabbed the staff, risking his fingers. Raising his
head, he gnarled, ”You will pay for this, Ye Qingxuan! I swear it!”
then, turbulent burst out from his body and pushed Ye Qingxuan away. His
body was suddenly covered with blue flames. He roared and his body turned
into ashes inch by inch. Finally, he turned into a hot beam of light and flied to
the dark sun.
In the dark son, cracks spread all over. Then, something moved in the sun.
Arthur gave up the power he had not yet absorbed and stopped waiting for the
path of godly ascension to complete naturally. He abandoned the body and
wanted to ascend on the world as a catastrophe.
Boom!
The sun smashed on the ground. In the aether world, a violent sun raised
slowly into the sky. A new catastrophe was born.
The path of godly ascension came to its end. In the collapsing sun, a black
deformed dragon raised its head and roared.
The seven seas were trembling.
The dragon spread its wings and covered the whole Avalon under its shadow.
Terrible firebirds soared and wiped out half of the upper city in a split second.
Born earlier than it naturally should, the catastrophe still had power beyond
imagination!
”Hahaha…Maxwell, can you see? Do you see me?” Arthur rejoiced. ”You son
of a bitch. You cannot stop me. Nobody can! I am the real king of kings!”
”Is it so?” Ye Qingxuan said coldly. Looking at Arthur, he said, ”is this what you
can do? Is this what you want to say? It was a joke, on yourself.”
Dark firebirds soared forward and pressed upon Ye Qingxuan. The staff of
fate moaned and Ye Qingxuan's hands were again shattered, revealing his
bones.
Reborn as a catastrophe, Arthur became so powerful. He almost defeated Ye
Qingxuan with only one strike.
Arthur looked at Ye Qingxuan and sneered. ”See who is a joke, now?”
Horrible pressure was inflicted upon Ye Qingxuan. He could not raise his
head; his bone was whining in pain. The firebirds of Arthur were to crush him
into ashes.
”I told you, you will pay for what you have done. I told you!” Arthur said, ”I will
jail you in the broken pieces of the stone sword. And you will regret for the
rest of your life that you offended the holy king of the world.”
The pressure surged again.
Ye Qingxuan shook, and blood oozed out of his mouth. He fought against the
pressure with the staff of fate, and said, ”no, Arthur. Quite the contrary. I will
defeat you. I will save this country. I will make this world better. You are not
worthy to rule this world!”
At that moment, the Symphony of Predestination abandoned by Arthur – the
Symphony of Golden Victory - was played loudly in the Heaven on Earth.
As the path of godly ascension collapsed, the Heaven on Earth absorbed all
the power remained of it.
The music theories of the Genesis radiated to all directions and filled every
corner of the Heaven on Earth. Then, great changes happened.
This city used to be a phantom in the mirror. Yet now, with the power of the
Leviathan, it ascended into the aether world and turned into shining stars.
It became a real city.
On the throne, Mary fell into sleep, her eyes closed.
In her bosom, numerous music theories weaved together, and the golden
sheath was absorbing the power of the national defense line.
The phantom of a golden hunt dog appeared and absorbed the violent power.
The dog soon turned into a giant dragon, magnificent and powerful.
Finally, the dragon turned into a blurred figure of man. Wearing the three-layer
golden crown, he raised his golden eyes and looked at Arthur.
Suddenly, the Heaven on Earth shone brightly. The world fell into silence.
The curtain on the stage was drawn open. every creature was waiting for the
final show.
A figure as magnificent as a king walked out of the Heaven on Earth. With
cheering from the people and the booming of horns, the gates opened one by
one. The figure walked up into the sky.
Heavy armors appeared on him, and then, the sword was there in the sheath.
And finally, the strong red dragon-horse galloped out from the void.
The man with the sword rode on the horse. It was as if there were an army
following him. The world was shaking.
Upon his arrival, the whole Anglo resonated with him and transmitted power
onto him. The phantom of the golden dragon loomed, spraying firebirds like
water of the sea.
At last, the figure stopped by Ye Qingxuan's side.
He glanced at Ye Qingxuan. It felt so familiar, arrogant yet helpless, like that of
a king.
Holding the staff of fate, Ye Qingxuan wiped the blood off his mouth. He
raised his head and looked at the figure, and heaved a sigh. ”Who is the real
Arthur?”
”I don't know.” The king shook his head, his expression complicated. ”Maybe I
am, maybe I once was.”
”Let me guess. It's because of Ye Lanzhou?”
”Yes…”
”All right. We can talk about that later.” Ye Qingxuan pointed at the black
dragon. ”Do you regret it? It turned into such a mass!”
”A little.”
Feeling awkward, the king scratched his nose. ”Thank you.”
”You've been taken care of me for so many years.” Ye Qingxuan shook his
head. ”Next time you want a girlfriend, find someone reliable. It doesn't matter
even if she was ugly.”
The king didn't speak and looked elsewhere, apparently not knowing what to
say.
”Old Phil?” Ye Qingxuan said.
”What?” He turned back and saw the eyes of the young man. He was serious
and solemn.
”Thank you. It has been so long.”
The king smiled and patted him on the shoulder, as usual.
”Thank you, too.”
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The war horse neighed.
The king drew his virtual sword from the sheath. The sword was as it had
been before, with seven virtues decorated on it. After so many years, it was
as majestic as ever.
”My time is running short…” Looking at the black dragon in front of him, the
king was proud and disdainful as usual.
”Let's go.” He said.
”OK.” Ye Qingxuan nodded.
The next moment, he was like waken up from a dream and opened his eyes.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
The time began to flow again. The cold intention of killing of the dragon was
felt even stronger.
In the shadow of the wings of the catastrophe, the dark firebird devoured Ye
Qingxuan like flood. Yet, next moment, golden light began to shine in front of
him.
The staff of fate boomed. A blade was forged in the golden light and pierced
through the air forward. The blade clashed with the catastrophe, and the flood
of destruction was cut through from the middle.
In the light, horses neighed and the Pomp and Circumstance (March) was
played. The king walked from the light toward Arthur and raised the ”Stone
Sword” in his hand.
Bright light radiated from the sword like the beams of the raising sun,
brightening up the whole world with an ocean of light.
The banner of red dragon was raised high up again.
The war horse neighed. The king held his sword.
”King of Anglo!”
A low voice filled the space between the sea and the sky, and lingered over
the seven seas. It reached every inch of the land and transmitted through
time, waking up the dead who were sleeping in the silence to pursue their old-
time glory.
”My soldiers! Follow my banner!”
Then, numerous beams of light came from every direction to the red dragon
banner. The ghosts rubbed with the sun, generating thundering light.
The aether sea boiled. Countless fluctuations of aether movements surged,
yet succumbed to the same melody and the same main theme, playing the
Chapter of the Golden Victory together.
Numerous figures emerged from the light and descended onto the world in the
form of firebirds.
Then, the heaven and the earth both cheered with a deafening booming
sound.
”Victory! Victory! Victory!” The huge army transformed by firebirds followed the
banner forward and shouted wildly, ”I sacrifice myself to the great emperor!
May the god bless the kingdom and my king bless me!”