Silent Crown Chapter 342: Looking goods

"Fuck!"

All the expectant musicians spouted a mouthful of old blood at the same time, wishing to dig out their eyes. In the voice of vomiting, Barlow's own face was also pitch black, and he muttered to himself while covering his face:

"I am also compelled, I am also compelled, I am also compelled..."

Just as the girl phantom turned her head, there was a sudden shock under the floor tiles, and seven big holes appeared on the ground. Among the seven big holes, seven small figures suddenly jumped out of the hole.

"Fight for you, Your Royal Highness!"

The seven muscular knuckles and beard-faced ferocious dwarfs roared in unison, waving large axes, stone hammers, flail, huge swords and other giant weapons larger than themselves, and rushed into Luo. In the phalanx of Mulus.

The huge array of square shields shattered like paper on them, and their fronts shook the siege of the mud puppet warriors, jumping up and down, smashing them into pieces with great flexibility, comparable to the porcelain armor of gold and iron. Fragments.

The seven dwarfs jumped up and down, their strength was amazing, and their speed was incredible. What's rare is that they are extremely agile, there is no rigidity at all, and they even cooperate with each other. You lash your legs, and I break my head. Mallet...

What kind of summon is this! It is simply seven top knights in power armor!

Where you pass, like entering an uninhabited state, there is no enemy!

For more than ten minutes, a hundred-person formation was almost crushed by them, until in the end, they slowly dissipated along with the white skirt.

And Barlow and the others have safely returned to the defensive circle, and even briefly gained an advantage.

Except for the loss of face, there are almost no shortcomings.

Many teammates looked at Barlow eagerly, expecting him to come again, and even some female musicians wanted to say something and were willing to provide a few small skirts...

"Don't even think about it!"

Barlow's complexion flushed, and he roared: "I would rather die than be so embarrassed."

"Cut..." Many people curled their lips and looked back in disappointment.

Soon, the screams sounded again, but this time it didn't come from the group of mud puppet warriors who attacked like crazy. But from my own people...

A man with half his chest torn apart was sent in, bloody, dying. Miller did not hesitate to hesitate, and rushed to start the treatment with the other two chanters.

And many musicians are fighting at the same time. Also looking forward with lingering fears.

They are all on the flanks, and they have been facing the Romulus phalanx. In addition to a few teams working together, there is one person...

One person, right in the front.

The young man who looked dirty and embarrassed squatted on the ground. Showing sharp teeth, roaring, the raging breath spread in all directions.

What he sings and plays is not a melody, but some kind of wild beast's roar. The roaring movement has a crazy beauty, and the musical notes are played just like the roar of the beasts when they are fighting.

Tragic, primitive, but pure and amazing.

With the changes in the movement, within a few meters of his radius. All kinds of weird phantoms are constantly flashing.

Manic beasts appeared, and the terrible animality that was enough to make ordinary people schizophrenic and crazy to death did not put any pressure on him. Instead, amidst his roar, he obeyed his dispatch in awe.

He didn't even clean up the mud under his feet, allowing the mud puppet warriors to appear one after another, breaking and falling apart. There are countless invisible huge mouths hidden around him.

When the huge mouth closed, it roared, chewed the enemy into pieces, and swallowed it into the abdomen.

He crouched obediently in the realm that Casper had circled for him. Everything that he dared to approach was torn to pieces, even if it came from allies.

Like a mad dog guarding the gate, a wolf patrolling his territory... a pure beast.

Caspar Hauser.

Even in the process of interpretation. Ye Qingxuan was also able to sense the abnormal aura that rose into the sky like wolf smoke behind him, and couldn't help but turn his head back, looking at the crooked and crazy figure with a stunned look.

This degree of alienation. It's so hell!

"What's wrong?"

Colt's voice was thin, floating in his ears: "Are you curious?"

Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze. Although he knew that spying was not good, he couldn't help but whispered:

"He...what's the matter?"

"It seems that you really don't know."

Colt's tone is meaningful: "From the time he was born, he was the result of animal inheritance, a natural musician. He shoulders the expectations of his ancestors.

His father took him a step further in order to isolate him from other influences. He was kept in the cellar until he became a resonance-level musician at the age of fifteen.

He is really a genius, and his talent is so powerful that it shocks the world. But he can't speak, he doesn't have common sense, he doesn't know how to communicate with others, and he doesn't understand what others are saying, and there is no possibility of communicating with others.

To him, human language is just empty notes, meaningless. "

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, almost failing to control the interval in his hand: "Is that still a human being?"

"From the beginning, his father wanted to turn him into a beast.

—A pure beast. "

Colt whispered coldly: "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 the human body, he will become a phantom beast."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and shook his head: "His family is too cruel."

"Aren't musicians like this?"

Colt chuckled lightly: "The road to Dayuan is too far, beyond the realm of morality. Sometimes in order to go further, something must be discarded.

Ye Qingxuan, don't make a fuss. If you follow this path, one day, you will too. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent, just immersed in interpretation.

In front of him, on the huge stone gate, the complex and huge matrix was turbulent, and the textures that seemed to flow like rays of light were mostly extinguished.

Although it is a masterpiece of ancient forbidden musicians, it is a product of hundreds of years behind the times.

After the counter-adjustment was used to smooth the gap, under the joint efforts of the three people to crack, even if it was the hard work of the water mill, it was only a matter of time-the question was, how much time would it take?

Originally, Ye Qingxuan regarded this as a big project. The predetermined plan was seven days, and it was possible to solve it after more than six hours of hard work a day.

I just don’t know why, the interpretation progress this time... is so fast!

It went so well that it was incredible.

It is undeniable that most of this is his credit.

After all, the core of Abraham’s interpretation method is the word “quick”. In order to interpret the opponent’s next move in battle, he must be fast, ignore all the details, focus on the overall situation, and solve the core problem. As for I don't care about everything else.

In Ye Qingxuan's hands, the interpretation method is even more vivid, as fast as a mad dog, and the progress is even more advanced.

When encountering hard bones, he threw it to Torre. He was responsible for cracking the barriers that could not be bypassed in music theory, that is, storming.

Although it was the first time for the two to cooperate, they cooperated very closely after running in.

After all, what he learned was the theory of forbidden music under the guise of apocalyptic school of interpretation, and he also inherited the theory of the Shixin school. This time joining hands has opened the door to him greatly.

Although he is not short of theoretical things, in actual implementation, it is inevitable that there will be omissions. Taking this opportunity, he had seen enough of the operation methods of the Forbidden School, and he had a way to learn, stealing all the things he could learn.

With the two of them cracking it in front, Colt has broken the restriction of the entire gate of Hades by half, and the speed continues to rise.

This guy's understanding and insight into music theory surpassed Ye Qingxuan's expectations, and he was not at all like a young man under twenty-five years old from his appearance.

Sometimes Ye Qingxuan even had the illusion that he wondered which school of master he was standing next to him.

Even if he does not agree with the character of Master Heisenberg, the inheritance of the "Secret Keeper" line of the Yantie Academy for thousands of years has been well-deserved after all.

Having such people to cooperate is ultimately a matter of peace of mind and effort.

I just don't know why, the more he cracks it, the more Ye Qingxuan feels that something has been neglected by him.

He even has some time to look back occasionally to sense the situation in the scuffle behind him. Although the Clay Puppet Corps survived and died, the offensive gradually strengthened, but after the initial rush, the musicians have defended their positions and occupied a favorable situation.

The situation is good.

It's not a small one, it's a great one~IndoMTL.com~ But he always thinks something is wrong.

It went so well. I'm sorry for the gate of the underworld and such a huge alchemy matrix.

Although Ye Qingxuan believes in his abilities, he does not think that he is so strong. The gate of the underworld is a silver-like pewter tip and a leather bag, which is only suitable for opening in front of him. ...

Are the ancient Romulus people all fools?

There must be some changes, and there must be some changes hidden in places I didn't expect.

And when he was distracted to search the historical Romulus in his memory, thinking about what was missing, he felt that the pressure in his hand was greatly reduced-the note on the gate of the underworld flickered, and it started to die out quickly. Up.

It's like holding a hand drill to make a hole in a stone. After a long time, I finally passed through the surface. When I thought that there was still some arduous journey ahead, I was surprised to find that the stone was actually hollow...

"Is it really a look?" (To be continued.)