collapse!
As the blade advanced, continuous loud noises burst out of the air, as if layers of barriers in the void were penetrated and shattered by countermeasures. Every loud noise will set off a frenzy in the etheric sea.
At the center of the frenzy, Ye Qingxuan felt his body tremble, almost suffocating.
The sharp look in Colt's eyes flashed and he took a step forward.
The sword blade sank into the stone door.
Immediately, the underground palace shook violently, and roars erupted one after another.
Crazy light emerged from the door, which was a movement of countless delicate and crazy notes. They were entangled with each other, forming intervals, evolving music theory, forming a complex and huge matrix like vines, gathering on the stone door.
Covers every inch of space.
As the counter-tone penetrated, one of the final circuits was cut off, and then a scalp-numbing harsh sound burst out of thin air. It was a chronological interpretation, a melody that completely reversed the music theory and notes.
For the Gate of Hades, this is "violent poison"!
In an instant, the defense matrix of the Gate of Hades fell apart, wild ether waves burst out, loud noises roared, and the underground palace trembled. Countless sounds collided with each other and converged, rushing upwards under the push of huge air pressure.
Finally, a tidal "wave" erupted from the mine and rushed into the sky.
It made a shrill sound like the earth breaking.
In the sky, the masters stationed there lowered their heads in unison and looked in the direction of the mine, with clear eyes.
—It finally begins.
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And just in the depths of the underground palace, the moment the roar broke out, Ye Qingxuan, Colt, and Torre all stepped forward at the same moment, resisting the suffocating ether flow, and pressed their hands on the stone door. , connected to the complex and huge music theory system.
Access completed.
Interpretation, begin!
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At the same time, all the musicians stood ready and looked around.
Because the sound of the raging river sounded out of thin air, echoing in this majestic and huge hall, like a tsunami. The heavily guarded musicians looked around but found nothing had changed.
Until a drop of wet and sticky stuff fell from the sky and landed on one of the people's faces.
"Is this rain?"
Someone touched his face and saw the sticky mud spreading on his hand. He was stunned. He raised his head and looked at the top of his head - above the dome, in the countless spliced stone crevices, there was a continuous flow of sticky mud. Spurting out and falling from the sky.
"On the ground! On the ground too!" someone screamed.
As the mud on the floor penetrated, gaps opened in the wall. From the beast-head-like relief, the beast's mouth suddenly opened, and mud spewed out like a tide.
"What is this?" In the inner circle, Miller looked down at the mud spreading under his feet. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it was.
He could tell that there was no poison or anything else in it. At best... it was just ordinary mud.
"Do the Romulans want to drown us in mud?" Some people couldn't help laughing, but they couldn't laugh the next moment.
Samu suddenly raised his hand, the copper mountain roared, and the burning wind blew. In an instant, the heat spread, almost igniting the hair of those around him. It caused a scream in the crowd.
"Samuel, are you crazy?"
Then, in the next moment, the boiled mud suddenly dried up, and a few ethereal shadows vaguely appeared in the evaporating water vapor. After they broke away from the mud, they let out an angry hiss and dissipated into the air with the water vapor.
But there were more shadows, wrapped in mud, crawling up from the mud that covered their ankles.
One, two, four, eight...
After the mud slid away, what emerged from the burly body was porcelain like gold and iron, as well as huge square shields, heavy javelins and spears...
—That’s the clay warrior warrior from the upper levels of the underground palace who has caused so many people so much misery!
As the clay warrior slowly climbed up, everyone was horrified. At this moment, when they looked at the mud again, their eyes had become frightened.
There is still some mud here... This is obviously the raw material prepared by the Romulus people to make these clay dolls! In other words, as long as they are willing, they can use this to catalyze an endless army of clay puppets!
Under the desperate suppression of all the musicians, the clay puppets stood up one after another from the mud, and then fell apart and fell back into the mud. Until the end, when the first ten-man team and the second ten-man team stood side by side, everyone's pressure suddenly doubled!
When the first hundred-man team formed an array, the musicians' offensive suddenly became strenuous!
This is the defensive alchemy matrix buried during the construction of the underground palace. The Romulus people's top craftsmanship and technology can extract clay warriors from the mud anytime and anywhere.
This kind of defense is no less than the secret realm defense of any large school.
Faced with this kind of guy who lives and dies as long as the underground palace is still there, there is no need to worry about it. The easiest way is to destroy the entire underground palace... But who will agree!
Besides, how many people can do this
Moreover, as their offensive slowed down, the speed at which the clay puppets appeared did not change! In the blink of an eye, four centurions were roaring forward, throwing explosive spears and advancing spear formations for free, making the musicians miserable.
Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that among these guys, there is an assassin who specializes in killing musicians. If you don't pay attention, you will jump out of the mud under your feet, and your movements will be as erratic as a ghost, and a jump slash will cause a bloody light.
Grant, who originally relied on the formula of change to move around in the phalanx, suffered a big loss at the hands of an assassin hidden in the body of his companion, and was almost cut in half.
He retreated into the defensive array covered in cold sweat, and the armor all over his body was almost covered with slash marks.
Fortunately, many teams cooperated skillfully with each other, playing symphonic movements in a harmonious and resonant manner, and firmly withstood the advancement of the phalanx. Otherwise the musicians will be reduced to working in isolation.
On the battlefield, small groups of enemies like this separated by battle formations were as easy to eliminate as snacks... Faced with an enemy attack that was ten times more numerous, everyone tried their best to fight and try to encircle them. The integrity of the defensive circle.
Many quick-reacting musicians have already begun to clear up the mud under their feet. However, the amount of mud is endless, and no matter how hard they try, they can only clear a small area as a position.
As a chant musician, Miller wandered around the inner circle, constantly chanting chants, healing those musicians who suffered severe injuries, and providing assistance to the struggling musicians. In large-scale battles, the presence of a chant musician is no different than an angel to the friendly forces.
It's just that even though he was like this, there were times when he couldn't take care of it. When he was distracted for a moment, he was almost beheaded by an assassin who fell from the sky.
At this moment, everywhere in the sky and on the earth, in all directions, may face enemy attacks.
If it weren't for Barrow's Feilian, I'm afraid he would have been dead long ago.
"Where's your giant eating worm! The snake of the courtyard!"
Miller grabbed Barlow and shook him: "Clean up the mud first!"
Barlow almost vomited blood: "My authority has a limit! Even if I am the successor of the Future School, I cannot drag it out of the etheric world again and again. If it gets angry, a tail will come out of the etheric world. If you film it, we will be shot to death together!"
"What should we do?"
It was only now that Miller discovered that as the defensive circle shrank, they who were originally in the safe area had been left outside. I was not paying attention for a moment, and when I looked up again, I found that they were already being defended by a group of clay warriors who were eyeing them. Countless swords and spears were already hungry...
However, Samuel, who originally had the strongest combat effectiveness, was still far away and had no time to support him.
Miller's face suddenly turned bitter, and he regretted from the bottom of his heart why he had chosen to take the advanced level of "Physical Resistance". The only means of dealing with the ground were viruses and infections, and there was no way he could do anything to this group of clay and wood sculptures.
"Is there anything else you can do?" He looked at Barlow with tearful eyes: "As long as it can save my life."
When Barlow looked at him like that, he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and made up his mind:
"This is what you said, don't regret it!"
Before he finished speaking, he pulled out a particularly damning piece of singing supplies from his backpack—a snow-white skirt. The skirt was inlaid with silver threads and embroidered with roses and roses. It looked extremely gorgeous and elegant, with a faint hint of The aroma.
But with Barlow in his hands, the atmosphere was so weird, like a wretched man who stole someone else's skirt in the middle of the night and wanted to do something with it.
Aware of the gazes of the people around him, he gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes - this was what he gained from an ancient ruins expedition a few years ago, a weird and strange summoning faction movement, inherited from a lost school of thought.
The effect of the movement is powerful, consumes very little, has amazing explosive power, and is suitable for various situations.
However, after Barlow used it once, he hid the piece of music deep in the bottom of the box, swearing that if his life was not at stake, he would never use such a shameful piece of music again.
But now...
If you have something good to do, don't hide it. It's better to be embarrassed than to lose your life.
In the melodious and ethereal movement, the white dress in Barlow's hand suddenly floated up - the spirituality bred in the movement emerged, transforming into a stunning silhouette of a girl in the white dress.
The profile of the girl looked as white as snow, as black as carbon, and as red as blood, and she was so beautiful. Her singing voice was ethereal and elegant, with a hint of sweetness, and she was as pure as a fairy. Countless musicians were attracted by the singing and looked back, and there was a sound of swallowing saliva.
But in the countless fiery gazes, the girl's silhouette slowly turned back, revealing a sexy beard, a straight nose, and a bloody mouth.
Under the shroud of spirituality, even the ferocious scar looks much more charming, with seductive eyes, so ugly that even this look can make people fall in love with her.
—Surprisingly, it’s Barlow’s own face!