"Fuck!"
All the musicians who were full of expectations spat out a mouthful of blood and wanted to dig out their eyeballs. Amidst the sounds of vomiting, Barlow's own face turned dark, and he covered his face and muttered:
"I am also forced to do it, I am also forced to do it, I am also forced to do it..."
The moment the girl's shadow turned back, there was a sudden earthquake under the floor tiles, and seven large holes appeared on the ground. Among the seven large holes, seven short figures suddenly jumped out of the holes.
"Fight for you, Your Highness!"
The seven ferocious dwarves with bulging muscles and big beards roared in unison, wielding axes, stone hammers, flails, giant swords and other giant weapons larger than themselves, and rushed into Romulus. In the square array.
The huge array of square shields shattered like paper before them. They faced the siege of the clay doll warriors. They jumped up and down, smashing the clay dolls with great flexibility. The porcelain armor comparable to gold and iron was smashed into pieces.
These seven dwarfs jumped up and down, with astonishing strength and incredible speed. What was rare was that they were extremely nimble and not rigid at all. They even divided work and cooperated with each other. You whipped the legs, and I used the headbutt...
What kind of summons is this? They are simply seven top knights wearing power armor!
Wherever he passed, it was like entering a deserted place, and there was no enemy at all!
For more than ten minutes, a formation of a hundred people was literally suppressed and beaten by them, until finally, they slowly dissipated along with the white skirts.
And Barlow and the others have safely returned to the defensive circle, and even briefly gained an advantage.
Apart from losing face, there is simply no shortcoming.
Many teammates looked at Barlow eagerly, expecting him to play again. There was even a female musician who was hesitant and was willing to provide a few small skirts...
"Don't even think about it!"
Barlow's face turned red and he roared: "I would rather die than be so embarrassed."
"Tch..." Many people curled their lips and looked away in disappointment.
Soon, the screams rang out again, but this time they didn't come from the group of clay warriors who were attacking like crazy, but from their own people...
A man was brought in with half his chest torn apart, bleeding profusely and dying. Without hesitation, Miller rushed forward and joined forces with the other two chant musicians to start treatment.
While many musicians were fighting, they also looked to the front with lingering fear.
They were all on the flanks. They had been facing the Romulus phalanx head-on. Apart from a few teams working together, there was one person...
One person, right at the front.
The dirty and embarrassed-looking young man squatted on the ground, baring his sharp teeth and roaring, his manic aura spreading in all directions.
What he sings and plays is not a melody, but the manic roar of some kind of wild beast. The roar-like movement has an extremely crazy beauty, and the notes are played like the roar of a herd of beasts fighting.
Brutal, primitive, yet purely amazing.
As the music changed, various strange shadows kept flashing within a few meters of him.
The manic beasts appeared one after another, and the terrifying beastly nature that could make ordinary people schizophrenic and crazy to death did not put any pressure on him. Instead, they obeyed his orders in awe amid his roar.
He didn't even clean up the mud under his feet, and allowed those clay warrior warriors to appear one after another, and then shattered and fell apart. There are countless invisible giant mouths hidden around him.
The giant mouth roared when it closed, chewing the enemy into pieces and swallowing it into its belly.
He crouched obediently in the boundary that Casper had circled for him. Everything that dared to approach was torn into pieces, even if it came from allies.
Just like a mad dog guarding the gate, a wild wolf patrolling his territory... a pure beast.
Caspar Hauser.
Even during the interpretation, Ye Qingxuan could sense the abnormal aura behind him rising into the sky like wolf smoke. He couldn't help but look back and looked at the hunched and crazy figure with stunned eyes.
This level of alienation is too damning!
"What's wrong?"
Colt's thin voice floated into his ears: "Are you curious?"
Ye Qingxuan looked away. Although he knew it was not good to pry into people's privacy, he still couldn't help but ask quietly:
"He... what's going on?"
"It seems you really don't know."
Colt's tone became meaningful: "From the time he was born, he was the result of animalistic inheritance, a natural musician, shouldering the expectations of his ancestors. In order to isolate him from other influences, his father went a step further, until he was ten years old. Before he became a resonance-level musician at the age of five, he had been locked in a cellar. He was really a genius, and his talent was astonishing. But he couldn't speak, had no common sense, didn't know how to communicate with others, and couldn't understand what others were saying. , there is no possibility of communicating with people. To him, human language is just an empty note, meaningless."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned and could barely control the music in his hands: "Is that still a human being?"
"From the beginning, his father wanted to turn him into a beast. — A pure beast."
Colt's whisper was cold: "Only in this way can he completely merge with the animal nature, enter the depths of the etheric realm, and complete the final qualitative change. In human form, he can become a fantasy beast."
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Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and shook his head: "His family is too cruel."
"Aren't all musicians like this?"
Colt chuckled: "The road to the Great Source is too far-reaching and has exceeded the realm of morality. Sometimes in order to go further, you have to give up some things. Ye Qingxuan, don't make a fuss. If you follow this If you continue on this path, one day you will do the same."
Ye Qingxuan remained silent, just immersed in the interpretation.
In front of him, on the huge stone gate, the complex and huge matrix trembled, and most of the textures formed by the flow of light were extinguished.
Although it is a masterpiece of ancient forbidden musicians, it is still the product of a backward era hundreds of years ago.
After the countermeasures were taken to smooth out the gap, with the three people's joint efforts to crack it, even if it was a matter of time and effort, it was just a matter of time - the only question is, how much time will it take
Originally, Ye Qingxuan regarded this as a big project. The planned plan was for seven days, and it took more than six hours of hard work every day to solve it.
But for some reason, the progress of interpretation this time... is really too fast!
Incredibly smooth.
It is undeniable that most of this is due to him.
After all, the core of Abraham's interpretation method is the word "fast". In order to interpret the opponent's next move in battle, it must be fast, ignore all the details, focus on the overall situation, and solve the core problem. As for the rest, it is completely in spite of.
In the hands of Ye Qingxuan, the interpretation method was even more vivid, as fast as a runaway mad dog, and the progress was even faster.
When encountering a hard problem, leave it to Torre. He is responsible for forcibly breaking through the barriers that cannot be bypassed in terms of music theory, that is, storming.
Although it was the first time for the two to work together, after getting used to each other, they cooperated quite closely.
After all, he studied interpretation method, a forbidden music theory disguised as the Revelation School, and he also inherited the theories of the Stone Heart School. This cooperation has opened the door to convenience for him.
Although it does not lack theoretical knowledge, in practical implementation, it is inevitable that there will be omissions. Taking this opportunity, he watched enough of the Forbidden School's operating techniques, imitating them himself, and quietly stole everything he could learn.
With the two of them cracking it in front, Colt has unlocked less than half of the entire Gate of Hades, and his speed continues to increase.
This guy's understanding and insight into music theory exceeded Ye Qingxuan's expectations, and he didn't look like a young man under twenty-five years old at all.
Sometimes Ye Qingxuan even had delusions and doubted which school of master was standing next to him.
Even if one does not agree with Master Heisenberg's character, Yantie Academy's lineage of "Secret Keepers" has been passed down for thousands of years and is well-deserved after all.
Having such people to cooperate with is a worry-free and effort-saving thing after all.
But for some reason, the more he cracked it, the more Ye Qingxuan felt that something had been overlooked.
He even had time to look back occasionally to sense what was going on in the melee behind him. Although the clay puppet army was born and destroyed, and the offensive gradually intensified, after the initial rush, the musicians had already defended their position and occupied a favorable situation.
Things are looking good.
It's not a small good, it's a big good.
But he always felt something was wrong.
It was so smooth that it was so smooth that I felt sorry for the Gate of Hades and such a huge alchemical matrix.
Although Ye Qingxuan has always been confident in his abilities, he does not think that he is really strong to this extent. The gate to the underworld is like a silver pewter spear head and a leather bag. He can only open it with ease in front of him...
Were all the ancient Romulans fools
There must be some changes, some changes hidden in places that I didn't expect.
And just when he was distracted in retrieving the historical materials of Romulus in his memory and thinking about what he had missed, he felt that the pressure in his hands was greatly reduced - the notes on the Gate of Hades flickered and began to go out quickly.
It was like using a hand drill to drill a hole in a stone. After a long time of hard work, it finally penetrated the surface. Just when I thought there would be a difficult journey ahead, I was shocked to find out: the stone was actually hollow...
"Is he really a good guy?"