Silent Crown Chapter 341: Siege
Crash!
As the blade advances, a continuous loud noise bursts out of thin air, as if there are layers of barriers in the void that are pierced and broken by countermeasures. ∑ The apex novel, x. Every loud noise will set off a frenzy in the sea of ether.
At the center of the frenzy, Ye Qingxuan only felt his body tremble, almost suffocating.
The sharp color in Colt's eyes flashed past, and he took a step forward.
The blade sank into the stone gate.
Immediately, the underground palace trembles, and roars burst out one after another.
A violent light emerged from the door door. It was countless delicate and frantic musical notes. They entangled with each other, formed intervals, evolved music theory, and formed a complex and huge matrix like vines, and gathered on the stone door.
Every inch of space is covered.
Following the penetration of the counterpoint, one of the terminal loops was severed, and then, the scalp-tingling harsh sound burst out of thin air. It is a time-keeping interpretation, a melody that completely reverses the theory and notes of music.
For the gate of the underworld, this is ‘venomous’!
In an instant, the defensive matrix of the gate of the underworld disintegrated, a frantic wave of ether burst out, loud noises roared, turbulence in the underground palace, countless sounds collided with each other, and gushed upwards under the impetus of huge air pressure.
Finally, the ‘wave’ like a tidal wave burst out of the mine and rushed into the sky.
It makes a stern sound like the ground breaking.
In the sky, the resident masters unanimously lowered their heads and looked in the direction of the mine with clear eyes.
——It finally started.
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It was in the depths of the underground palace, but when the roar burst out, Ye Qingxuan, Colt, and Torre all stepped forward at the same moment, holding their hands against the suffocating etheric currents. Above the stone gate, it was connected to the complex and huge music theory system.
The connection is complete.
Interpretation. begin!
At the same time, all the musicians stood in battle, looking around.
Because the turbulent sound of the river resounded out of thin air, echoing in this majestic temple, like a torrent of tsunami. The heavily guarded musicians looked around, but found no change.
Until a drop of moist sticky thing falls from the sky. On the face of one of them.
"Is this rain?"
Someone touched his face, but saw the sticky mud spreading from his hands. He was stunned, raised his head, and looked over his head—above the top dome, among the numerous spliced stone cracks, the sticky Mud continuously gushes out and falls from the sky.
"On the ground! On the ground too!" someone screamed.
As the silt on the floor penetrated, cracks opened in the walls. From the relief like the head of the beast, the mouth of the beast suddenly opened, and the mud gushed out like a tide.
"This is...what?" In the inner circle, Miller looked down at the silt spreading under his feet, instinctively feeling wrong, but didn't know where it was.
He could see that there was no poison, nothing else in it, at best... it was just ordinary silt.
"Does the Romulus want to drown us with mud?" Someone couldn't help laughing. But he couldn't laugh at the next moment.
Samuel raised his hand suddenly, and the Copper Mountain roared. Foehn wind swelled. In an instant, the heat flow spread, almost igniting the hair of people around. Caused a scream in the crowd.
"Samuel are you crazy!"
Immediately after that, in the next instant, the boiled mud dried up suddenly, in the vapor of water. A few misty shadows appeared faintly. After they got out of the mud, they screamed in anger and dissipated in the air as the water vapor dissipated.
But there are more shadows, wrapped in mud. Climbing up from the mud that flooded his ankles.
One, two, four, eight...
After the mud slipped, the burly body was exposed with porcelain like gold and iron, as well as huge square shields, heavy javelins and spears...
——That is the clay puppet warrior who made many people miserable in the upper layers of the underground palace!
As the clay puppet warrior slowly climbed up, everyone was horrified. At this moment, when they looked at the mud again, their eyes had become horrified.
There is still some silt here... This is obviously the raw material prepared by the Romulus people to make these mud puppets! In other words, as long as they are willing, they can catalyze an endless army of mud puppets!
In the desperate suppression of all the musicians, the mud puppets stood up from the mud one after another, and then continued to fall apart and return to the mud. Until the end, when the first ten-man team and the second ten-man team stood side by side, the pressure on everyone suddenly doubled!
When the first hundred people formed an array, the offensive of the musicians suddenly became strenuous!
This is the defensive alchemy matrix that was buried during the construction of the underground palace. The Romulus's top crafts and techniques can extract mud puppet warriors from the silt anytime and anywhere.
This kind of defense is no less inferior to the mystery defense of any large school.
In the face of this kind of guy who will die and live, as long as the underground palace is still there, the easiest way is to destroy the entire underground palace... but who will agree!
Besides, how many can do this?
Moreover, as their offensive slows down, the speed at which the mud puppets appear has not changed! In an instant, there were already four hundred teams roaring forward, bursting spears and spears advancing without money, making the musicians miserable.
Moreover, the most terrifying thing is that among these guys, there are assassins who specialize in assassinating musicians. If you don't pay attention, you will jump out of the mud under your feet, and your movements will be erratic like ghosts, and a single jump will set off a **** glow.
Glen, who used to move around in the phalanx according to the formula of change, suffered a big loss in the hands of an assassin hidden in the body of his companion, and was almost cut off.
He returned to the defensive array covered in cold sweat, and his iron armor was almost covered with slashing marks.
Fortunately, many teams cooperated skillfully with each other, playing symphony in a coherent way, and stubbornly resisted the advancement of the phalanx. Otherwise, the musicians will be reduced to the level of fighting on their own.
On the battlefield, such a small group of enemies separated by the battlefield can be destroyed as easily as a snack... Faced with more than ten times the enemy's siege, everyone did their best. Face off, and strive to surround the integrity of the defense circle.
There are already a lot of fast-reacting musicians, and they are starting to draw salaries from the bottom of the tank to clean up the mud under their feet, but the amount of mud is endless, and they have exhausted all their efforts, and they can only clear a small area as a position. .
As a chanter, Miller wandered around the inner circle, chanting chants constantly, healed the badly injured musicians, and provided assistance to the fighting musicians. In large-scale battles, the existence of a chanter is no different from an angel to friendly forces.
It's just that, when he couldn't take care of it, he was a little distracted and almost beheaded by an assassin who fell from the sky.
At this moment, heaven and earth, everywhere, all places are likely to be attacked by the enemy.
If it weren't for Barlow's Fei Lian, I'm afraid he would have been in a different place.
"Where is your macrophagic worm! The snake in the atrium!"
Miller grabbed Barlow and shook for a while: "Clean up the mud first!"
Barlow almost vomited blood: "My authority has a number of times! Even if I am the successor of the future school, it is impossible to drag it out of the etheric realm over and over again.
If it gets angry, a tail shot out of the etheric realm, and we will all be shot to death! "
"What should I do?"
Until now, Miller discovered that with the shrinking of the defense circle, they had been thrown out of the safe area. I didn’t pay attention for a moment, and when I looked up again, I found that they had been guarded by a group of eager mud puppet warriors. The countless swords and spears were already hungry and thirst...
And Samuel, who was originally the strongest in combat, was still at a distance, too late to support him.
Miller's face suddenly became bitter, and he regretted from the bottom of his heart why he had to choose the advanced ‘Physical Resistance’. The only way to deal with the ground was virus and infection. There was no way to deal with this group of clay sculptures and wood carvings.
"Do you have any other way?" He looked at Barlow with teary eyes: "Just save my life."
Barlow looked at him like that, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and made up his mind:
"This is what you said, don't regret it!"
Before he could finish his words, he pulled out a special **** of singing supplies from his backpack-a snow-white skirt, which was inlaid with silver threads and embroidered with roses and roses, which looked extraordinarily gorgeous and elegant. With a faint fragrance.
Being caught in Barlow's hand, the atmosphere is so weird, like a wretched man who stole someone else's skirt in the middle of the night and wanted to do something to it.
Aware of the gazes of the people around him, he gritted his teeth without tears-this is his harvest from a historic exploration in the past few years, a weird and weird summoning faction movement, inherited from a school that has been lost.
The effect of the movement is powerful, with minimal consumption, amazing explosive power, and suitable for various situations.
It's just ~IndoMTL.com~ After using it once, Barlow hid the movement deeply in the bottom of the box, vowing that if it is not a matter of life, there will never be such a shameful movement again.
Just now...
If you have something to do, don’t hide it. It’s better to be ashamed than to die.
In the melodious and ethereal movement, the white skirt in Barlow's hands suddenly floated up-the spirituality bred in the movement emerged, and in the white skirt a stunning silhouette of a young girl appeared.
The girl's profile looks as white as snow, black as charcoal, red lips as blood, beautiful and moving, her singing is ethereal and elegant, with a hint of sweetness, pure as a fairy. Countless musicians were attracted by the singing, and looked back, there was a sound of gulping saliva.
It's just that in the countless fiery gazes, the girl's profile slowly turned her head, revealing a **** beard, an erect garlic nose, and a big mouth with a blood basin.
Under the spiritual shroud, even the hideous scar looks a lot more charming, and the eyes are so ugly that it is so ugly that it can make people love it.
——It's Barlow's own face! (To be continued.)