Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The clash between the aether world and the physical world began, again.
After the battle of the holy city, the physical world had never seen any impact
so huge. The remnant waves spread over across the aether sea to all
directions, the existence of aftershocks was detected even in the oriental
world, sending all the musicians who had just resonated with the aether world
into chaos and anxiety.
Yet, in the center of the storm, everything seemed so quiet. The queer scene
of the clash was high above their head, with glorious rainbow-like light
radiating out. Yet when you, standing on the trembling ground, looked up at it,
you felt as if it were very far away.
However, no one dared to look up into the sky. It would be like stretching your
neck to make it more convenient for the enemy to chop your head off.
But Ye Qingxuan was an exception. Even when fighting against Lancelot, he
still had to spare some time to watch the battle above in the sky.
He had felt from the very beginning that he could not defeat Lancelot. So, he
had been avoiding close combat against Lancelot. It might seem
irresponsible, considering that all his subordinates were fighting with all their
might. But he was not that stupid so as to fight hand-to-hand with Lancelot,
who was renowned as the number one knight of Anglo. He was sure that once
he stepped into the area within ten meters of Lancelot, he would be, in one
strike only, be pierced by the lance of dragon slayer through the neck and his
body would be thrown to the center of the battlefield within two seconds.
With the armor, enhanced by the firebirds and with the lance of dragon slayer
to improve his lethality, Lancelot had become a real war machine.
The Meteorite Metal – the name of the lance, was well-earned. It was a lethal
threat to anything alive. They would fall like meteorites and burn into nothing
while falling if struck by the lance. Not only would the lance of dragon slayer
destroy the body, but also the music theories and spirits by inflicting the lethal
impact on both the blood circulation and the aether circulation at the same
time. It was thanks to this double impact that it could be used to kill a dragon.
If dragons could be killed by the lance, it would definitely kill Ye Qingxuan in
one strike. Ye Qingxuan couldn’t help heaving a sigh.
It was such a disadvantage that he was not good at movement of changes.
Therefore, Ye Qingxuan was dodging the strikes of Lancelot, or in other
words, he was chased by Lancelot without any ability to strike back…Since he
didn’t dare to attack and tried only to stay alive, it was quite easy for him. And,
he even got sometime to talk with Lancelot, as if he wanted to improve his
relationship with Lancelot before killing each other. It was a perfect
conversation, except the fact that Lancelot, being busy trying to kill him, didn’t
say anything to him.
The Lance of Dragon Slayer roared, colorful light radiating from the blade of
the spearhead. The godly weapon which had killed Hecatoncheir, after
dozens of years of quenching in the Ultimate, was perfect in terms of music
theories and could tear anything into pieces.
It was created at very high costs by the royal family to kill Arthur – even
Hermes had put great efforts in it.
The lance was built based on the alchemy of the Classical School which
Hermes, one the three saints, was best at, and its main theme was the theory
of god-human segregation. The holy spirit in the music theories were divided
into two parts, of which one was godly and glorious, while the other was like
humans, unstable, timid, rebellious, unyielding… Included in the same main
theme, the two aspects of holy spirit formed a perfect cycle and the most
extreme clash. In the name of the god, it would punish all the sins, not by
merciful purification, but cruel killing and utter destruction in terms of both
flesh and aether.
When the lance of dragon slayer was created, it was named after the
legendary saint. But more often, people would call it Meteorite Metal.
All the godly weapons, except the Spear of Destiny that had been destroyed
which was created to target the Originator, have some inherited music
movement in them. They were of symbolic meanings in the history of the
human world, and were epoch-making weapons themselves. They were the
witnesses of the history and the world.
For example, the Gate of Heaven, as the Red King toured the countries with
this sword, the whole human world succumbed to the rule of this sword.
Also, the Stone Sword, which had created the most glorious period of Anglo
by converging the power of the whole Anglo and the catastrophe, was also
the key to the path to godly ascension.
The Stela of Destiny, representing the miracles of god, meant so much in the
human world, despite the fact that it was only a piece of ordinary stone.
The lance of dragon slayer, made of the remnant pieces of the Spear of
Destiny, ranked among them due to its lethality. It was extremely dangerous,
especially now that it was in the hands of the best knight of Anglo, who was
one of the best even in the whole western world. With the Lance of Dragon
Slayer in his hands, Lancelot might be able to kill Arthur if he wanted to.
Fighting against an enemy like this, Ye Qingxuan felt the terror of death. Just
by one strike, the lance could tear up the Holy movement and defeat all the
attacks of Ye Qingxuan.
Enhanced by the firebirds, Lancelot became the god of destruction. Once the
best knight renowned all over the world, he was still a terrible enemy to fight
against when he was back onto the battlefield.
Ye Qingxuan was sweating heavily. There were several times that he was
almost as close as 15 meters away from Lancelot, and he immediately felt the
power of Lancelot and his intention to kill. From then on, Ye Qingxuan didn’t
dare to stand in front of Lancelot.
He did all this because he was worried about Lancelot’s trump card. He didn’t
know what he is capable of even Lancelot had been so famous for so long a
time.
Staring at Lancelot’s weapon, Ye Qingxuan couldn’t help recalling the
transient flash of light in the Shadow of Avalon. That was an attack that even
the Dark Sovereign could not defend.
While he was thinking, he became a little bit slow. When he realized this, he
was filled with terror that his hair stood on end.
Just at that moment, Lancelot stepped one step forward and thrust the lance
to Ye Qingxuan. The brick under Lancelot’s foot was broken due to the huge
pressure it undertook, and the lance of dragon slayer pierced through the air
with a roaring sound. The rain falling near the lance vaporized and a flash of
golden light came at lightening speed to Ye Qingxuan.
A perfect strike!
The strike was so fast that, Ye Qingxuan couldn’t even see how the lance had
come to him. It was faster than his reflection. Through dissection, the
musicians had found that the maximum frequency of the humans’ eyes
capturing images was 24 times per second. That was to say, if something
happened within one 24 th of a second, the human eyes could not even see it,
not to mention reacting against it. It was obvious that the strike of Lancelot
was so fast that it was beyond the speed that human eyes could perceive.
That was his most powerful strike!
Ye Qingxuan might have died, if he had not spread the moon light perception
thread all over the battlefield. At the final moment, the Clothes of Original Sin
came to his rescue. When the perception threads transmitted the changes
back to Ye Qingxuan, the deciphering mechanism calculated the results of the
strike. At the same time, the reaction plan preset in the Clothes of Original Sin
initiated.
The Channeling Change music theory automatically initiated exoskeleton
analogue mode, and powered by the instantaneous force of the “vacuum sun”
generated by the sub-originator, pulled Ye Qingxuan ten meters backward.
He felt pain on his face as if his face were on fire, and also darkness in front
of his eyes. The capillary vessels broke, and his eye balls swelled full of
blood.
Ye Qingxuan knew without thinking that he was just one inch away from death
just now.
Staring at Lancelot’s armor, Ye Qingxuan figured something out. He squinted
at Lancelot and said, “you must have been pretending to be fighting against
the Dark Sovereign last time. But since I saw your armor, I’ve been curious
about what happened in that moment…Could you enlighten me by telling me
the story?”
Lancelot’s armor spurted out hot steam from the joints, which were generated
during the operation of the aether engine.
The first time since the fight began, Lancelot answered Ye Qingxuan back, in
his usual calm and indifferent way, “have you been always like this?”
“What?” Ye Qingxuan didn’t understand what Lancelot’s was saying.
“You kill your enemies by talking?” Lancelot said.
“Sort of.” Ye Qingxuan nodded, without any trace of shame. He might not be
able to kill anyone by talking. But he could irritate and provoke his enemy, get
them so angry that they may die on the spot. Especially when he was
determined to stall, he was almost shameless. He would never get angry with
Lancelot’s words and rush forward to fight hand-to-hand against him.
“I’ll give you a reminder.” Waving the lance of dragon slayer in the rain,
Lancelot got ready to attack again. “My old wounds may not heal yet, but for
me, it means nothing at all. You needn’t to wait until I’m exhausted. You can
just strike at the place where I was wounded.”
“You have figured my plan out? Thank you for reminding me of that.” Looking
at Lancelot, Ye Qingxuan paid him his heart-felt compliment, “you are really a
dignified knight. You are so considerate and nice even to your enemies. Since
you are so frank and honest, could you tell me that how does it feel to kill your
own younger sister?” After a pause, he said, maliciously, “does it feel great?”
Lancelot fell into silence. There was a chilling air spreading all over from him.
The blood rain was shocked and twisted by the coldness in the air. The whole
world seemed to fell into silence. Then, the terrible chill targeted and locked
on Ye Qingxuan.
“I’m sorry, Ye.” Raising the lance of dragon slayer and aiming it at Ye
Qingxuan’s face, Lancelot said, “I have so much to tell you. I want to talk to
you so much. But, what a pity…”
“Is it really so?” His eyes full of mockery and coldness, Ye Qingxuan said,
“me, too.”
At that moment, terrible aether movements burst out from his hands.
The pure white moon emerged from the Symphony of Predestination. In the
moon light, the purifying music theories covered the whole battlefield in a
blink. Wherever the moonlight went, the perception threads would occupy the
space at the same time. Thus, the whole battle field was clearly perceived by
Ye Qingxuan. He saw the battlefield as clearly as he saw the lines on his
palms.
He saw the broken irons, the cold blood, the falling rain, and the raising heat
and breath.
And also, the fighting posture of Lancelot. He was to strike the final blow.
Probing would be meaningless. Evading and dodging would have to come to
an end. All the stakes were already on the table, and the dices had been
tossed.
Ye Qingxuan took a deep breath.
It was time for the show of hands.
