"Fuck!"
While shocked, Ye Qingxuan subconsciously flicked his body, pulled out the sarcophagus, and rolled on the spot... Or maybe he had experience in death, so his body reacted directly without even using his brain.
Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan felt a mixture of sadness and joy in his heart, which was particularly unpleasant:
—Only a ghost would want this kind of instinct that only comes after many deaths!
Immediately afterwards, there was a roar, and the sarcophagus was shattered by the blow of the axe.
In the darkness, the sounds of iron and stone rubbing against each other came one after another.
Ye Qingxuan quickly retreated, alerting the surroundings. With a flick of his hand, the note light appeared out of thin air and hung high above his head.
This is a long corridor that looks simple and ordinary, but on both sides of the road there are two rows of huge statues that are more than three meters high. The statue looked like an armored warrior, holding the dagger and buckler of Romulus, but now even the dagger looked incredibly large, half the height of an ordinary person.
And the weapons in the hands of many of the burly warriors are even more frightening, including long-handled stone axes, square-edged stone hammers, and some holding beam sticks called "fascist"...
Those statues looked extremely majestic and exquisite. In normal times, Ye Qingxuan would have studied them for a long time and praised them without hesitation... However, when these warrior statues were excited by the unusual sounds, their eyes lit up with red light and they slowly walked off the pedestal. , he couldn't laugh anymore.
He has absolutely no idea about this kind of thing.
Feelings? Do you have any intention of doing this damn thing? He has not cultivated to the extent that "nothing in the world is missing". If he wants to control this kind of irrational stone statue, there is no resonance level, just dream!
Illusion? This kind of ghost thing that doesn't even have eyes, whether it can use illusion or not is another matter!
Revelation? Haha, don’t be ridiculous, my friend, the Enlightenment School lacks everything except attack power...
Ye Qingxuan doesn't know yet whether the Forbidden School is useful, but he specializes in "music theory composition" and has an increase in barrier control, but there is really nothing he can do about such a tangible and inanimate thing.
He lowered his head and glanced at the cane in his hand. On top of the black iron cane was an amber gem - the Eye of Indra. Is thunder and lightning useful against something like this that can't burn
Before the brief thought was over, a cold light roared from behind, brushed his body, and landed on the huge stone sculpture that was slowly approaching.
In an instant, the cold frost spread, and the huge ice crystals rapidly increased in value, engulfing the entire huge stone sculpture. The sudden ultra-low temperature froze the stone sculpture inside, making it unable to move.
It's Samuel.
"What the hell is this?"
Samuel had just crawled out of the sarcophagus, and his reaction was only a beat slower than Ye Qingxuan's. Barlow and Miller also gathered together, and several people looked around. The four or five huge awakened stone sculptures around them stepped off the platform and walked towards them.
Farther away, those stone sculptures that had been sleeping for countless hours were also shaking and shaking off dust.
The stone carvings here can at least form two centurions!
Ye Qingxuan felt a toothache.
"If I'm not mistaken, this is a burial object made by the Romulus alchemist for the nobles - clay dolls, to replace the living slaves and guard the tombs for them. These guys are all modeled after Romulus's bravest Made by samurai, it even has the martial arts skills of those samurai, and also knows how to cooperate and be careful."
Barlow suddenly felt a toothache: "These ghosts don't look like clay dolls!"
“It’s just that the raw materials come from mud.”
Ye Qingxuan's silent eyes had already seen clearly: "The bodies of these guys have been burned into porcelain, and their strength is definitely no worse than any iron. In the tomb, iron will corrode, but porcelain will not!"
Now he can only sigh that his Eye of Indra is probably useless. Apart from high temperature damage, it will not have any impact at all. Porcelain is not non-conductive.
"Where are you talking about?"
Barlow became impatient: "Don't you have any weaknesses?"
"Don't rush me!"
A trace of sweat broke out on Ye Qingxuan's forehead, and his silent eyes were already a little hot. On top of the warrior clay dolls slowly surrounding them, he could see the alchemical matrix buried in the body.
It is the matrix that turns dead things into puppets.
Ye Qingxuan is manipulating the mercury thought thread, and interpreting the music theory in it!
"Joints! The weak points are the seams of the joints, and the head!"
Ye Qingxuan said hastily: "The observation circuit of these guys is on the head. It should use old-style thermal energy sensing and sound! Try not to use too high-temperature attack methods, otherwise..."
He looked at the two rows of warrior clay dolls extending into the darkness deep in the corridor, and swallowed:
"Otherwise, otherwise we'll be stirring up a hornet's nest!"
"I understand, you're the only one with a lot to do!"
Barlow spat, the animality in his eyes emerged, and a hoarse murmur came from his throat. Amidst the vague melody, the wind around him suddenly became chaotic, and dozens of small vortexes appeared.
In the whirlpool, something like a bat flew out and disappeared in a flash, at an incredible speed.
Immediately afterwards, several sad cracks appeared on the clay dolls that rushed forward after waking up, like being slashed by long knives. One of the slim and lithe clay dolls had a blazing red light in his eyes. He suddenly flipped flexibly, pulled out two strange-shaped scimitars in his hands, and drew two strange and unpredictable trajectories in the air.
laugh!
With a soft sound, the beast that merged into the wind was struck by a scimitar on both wings, and escaped from hiding. The two bat wings separated from the body, and then, the body also melted into the wind along with the wings.
—Fantasy Beast·Flying Scythe!
When one died, Barlow added another one. In an instant, Ye Qingxuan could tell that there were fifteen Feilian surrounding them, hidden in the wind, and continuously attacking the waking clay puppets.
"Only fifteen? A little more." Ye Qingxuan curled his lips: "I have also seen musicians who can summon a pack of wolves. They are all vivid and powerful! And they can also escape through the air. …”
"Do you think fantasy beasts are mass-produced? I'm not the kind of guy who turns to one kind of fantasy beast. Being able to raise fifteen kinds of Fei Lian with such violent temperament is already amazing!"
Barlow's face turned red, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "Don't compare me to that kind of pervert who must have written the Chapter of Fate and advanced the scepter!"
"Is it?"
Ye Qingxuan laughed dryly: "Just say you can't do it."
Barlow's blood was really about to spurt out, and he glared at him hatefully: "Ye Qingxuan, if one day I really reach the level of a scepter, all the people who owe the same thing as you will die!"
Barlow was so angry that he played the blessing movement on the instrument for free. In an instant, the speed of the fifteen Feilian was more than three times faster. When they broke through the air, they made almost no sound. But when they attacked, they seemed to transform into powerful crossbows and axes, so fast that no one could react.
Barlow roared and played three accents.
Immediately afterwards, Fei Lian gathered together and turned into a whirlpool of death, moving towards the clay puppets that were constantly attacking and approaching.
There was a muffled sound, and even the sound of cracking was cut into pieces by Fei Lian's wings.
Immediately afterwards, the four burly and huge clay dolls quickly collapsed and fell to the ground. The red light in their eyes went out and turned into fragments all over the ground.
Seeing the statue like a work of art shattered into pieces in front of him, Ye Qingxuan's eyes twitched, and he felt heartache from the bottom of his heart:
"Be gentle... Hey, forget it, just pretend I didn't say it!"
Ye Qingxuan's face was filled with distress, but he stopped talking.
Ye Qingxuan really didn't expect that one day he would have to do something like burning harps and boiling cranes to ruin the scenery.
The history of Romulus has now been discontinued. There is not much information and evidence in the world, and the history of that year is also hidden in a fog.
If any researcher saw Ye Qingxuan and others destroying these precious cultural relics so brutally, they would probably vomit three liters of blood and become seriously ill. But at this time, don’t protect ancient cultural relics, protect yourself first...
Otherwise, if the cultural relics are not protected properly, he will be killed, and he will probably not be able to rest in peace after his death. He will also be included in the latest issue of "The Dumbest Ways to Die as a Musician" and be ridiculed.
He was thinking wildly in his mind, but suddenly the several Romulus history scrolls that Elder Caligula had given him flashed through his memory, as well as some of the entries in them.
In an instant, he was horrified.
"Don't delay here, get out of here first."
He shouted in a low voice: "Better hurry up... the sooner the better!"
"Um?"
Samuel, who was building a defensive position, was stunned and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"
"If I'm not wrong, I'm afraid something will happen next."
Ye Qingxuan looked around at the warrior clay dolls that were gradually waking up in the distance, and saw more and more red eyes lighting up from the darkness. He couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead:
"Do you... know what the Romulus Legion is most famous for?"
There was no expected answer, and the three blind men of history looked at each other in confusion.
Ye Qingxuan groaned out of strength, covered his face and sighed: "Anyway, just leave quickly!"
What are the Romulus Legions most famous for? Do you still need to ask? !
—Of course it’s the Romulus Phalanx! ! !
boom!
There was a loud bang.
That was the sound of a giant square shield hitting the ground.
"Huha!"
The roaring sound caused by the friction of iron and stone was heard.
Just in the distance of the corridor, nine warrior clay figures stood side by side. The square shields in their hands were riveted to each other and fell to the ground. The faces of several people in the distance were reflected on the iron-like porcelain shell, followed by the square shield iron The wall pushes forward.
"Huha!"
The earth trembled, and countless screams broke through the air - throwing spears! It was a throwing spear that was two meters long and completely red! Behind the advancing iron wall, giant short spears were thrown out like a torrential rain, piercing the air and making a soul-shaking loud noise.
Loud noises erupted overlapping each other, leaving a sad mark wherever the spear passed.
The crimson spear carried the light of lava, coming through the air like a meteor. Before it even arrived, it squeezed the air like iron stone, making it impossible to breathe.