Silent Crown Chapter 589: Go and go back

As soon as the round table armor rushed into the battlefield, the power hidden in the armor was already released on the battlefield with the clank of the sword.

The first thing that fell from the sky was the vortex formed after the air was twisted.

As the power armor lifted up with both hands, the vortex slowly formed in the sky. Unparalleled pressure radiates from it like light.

The friction of the air made a deep roar like sand and gravel. They were pulled and collapsed inward, forming a white hurricane.

The music theory of the forbidden faction is brewing in it, like a seed slowly growing, and it turns into a ‘towering tree’ in an instant.

Finally, the fuzzy vortex descended from the sky.

Boom!

Great earthquakes.

Countless gravels and fragments soared into the sky, but the ground was suddenly sunken, as if being trampled down by the giant's invisible huge feet, everything turned into mud.

That is chaotic gravity.

Gravity turbulence broke out from it, tearing the two stone puppets apart almost instantly and turning them into dust. In the next moment, they struggled to bridge it, and then they sensed the roar of the storm.

If it was just a breeze, now it is an out-and-out disaster-level tornado.

While the thin armor was moving forward, the hurricane swept across, forming huge white wings behind him, only a slight incitement, it destroyed those cracked buildings, and the stone carvings and steel that had been removed from the ground were blown away. fly.

As his hands clenched tightly, a pale spear converged in the wind and formed in his hands—it was turbulent air pressure.

The horrible pressure of the deep sea and the vacuum of absolute nothingness merge with each other, turning into an invincible blade, and in a flash, the ripples smashed by the turbulent flow of gravity, breaking into the array of eleven masters.

Like electric light.

Only an instant, the terrifying air pressure drove his promoter into the core.

Ignoring the siege of the stone puppets enough to tear him apart, the wind-pressured spear was lifted high and pierced into the earth with all its strength. The storm is like water, poured under the blue bricks.

In the next instant, a terrifying explosion erupted from below the nine places.

The terrifying pressure didn't even have time to blow the masonry away, and it had already forcibly penetrated the cracks in the masonry and spewed out from the cracks. The unbelievable wind is pushed by the pressure, like a knife and axe!

In an instant, countless knives and axes slashed, razing everything to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the terrifying pressure difference erupted from below the ground, blowing everything into the sky completely.

Immediately afterwards, the fierce counterattack of the eleven masters was long overdue, completely tearing the Iron Knight who had broken into the core.

At the last moment, you can vaguely see a figure popping out of it, taking the armored core and fleeing from the storm, but there is no doubt that it has been severely damaged.

But he has completed his mission.

Gravity turbulence destroyed the defenses built by the stone puppets, while the vacuum explosion tore their ground, and accompanied by the explosion, completely separated them.

It's like a heavy siege weapon activated, smashing the enemy's defensive barrier, and then the cavalry gallops, penetrates into the enemy's array, splits the formation, and separates them.

Since then, each has been fighting.

This is not the ‘big picture’ that musicians are fighting for, nor is it the ‘skill’ to win reversals. This is a kingly military strategy and a method of combat for the armored corps!

At that moment, the remaining several knights of the round table unanimously obeyed the order and rushed towards the selected enemy.

The eleven stone puppets were separated, but in an instant, they were surrounded by the Knights of the Round Table-the situation of the war had quietly transitioned from a siege to an encounter.

Under Lancelot’s order, the armored knights who were waiting on the periphery had already discarded the cumbersome longbows, and drew out the six giant swords from the equipment box. In the sharp sound, the combination is complete.

The desperate vacuum blast of the Knights of the Round Table not only tore the position of the musicians, but also gave the remaining mass-produced armors room to play.

Now, it's time for them to debut.

Hundreds of ether furnaces were overloaded at the same time, and the power more than three times higher than the normal mode brought more than three times the terrifying power, and at the same time, it also caused a terrible resonance.

Music theory has its own gravity.

Alchemy matrix, as a product of music theory, is the same.

Every time the ether furnace is in full motion, its own noise and gravity are formed in the ether sea. But when this noise and gravity are superimposed hundreds of times at the same time, it will exceed the limit that ordinary musicians can tolerate, causing devastating interference.

Even all the ether in an area will be emptied, so that no ether is available for other musicians.

Because of this, on the battlefield of large-scale battles, unless it is a legion-level movement, the abilities that ordinary musicians can perform are often non-existent. Because the number is sparse, they can often only serve as an assistant to the vanguard or reserve.

Now, when hundreds of power armors are activated at the same time, the clutter brought by them instantly covers the entire battlefield. Almost all the environment was disturbed, and even the area where the Scepter of Hell was unfolded was turbulent.

The clear red **** in the sky was trembling, trembling constantly, as if the illusion was disturbed and it was difficult to run smoothly.

What made the dark lord even more furious was that in the rear, the prepared longbow knights continuously took over the special alchemy arrows from the attendants, and launched them continuously to the battlefield.

Those who broke apart in mid-air, split and decayed rapidly, before they landed, they turned into a massive amount of gray dust, which was almost ineffective.

But the splitting of that kind of metal is based on the absorption of ether, which is like a water-absorbing material falling into the water, and while it expands rapidly, it completely drains all the water.

Not only that, once the fission of the metal is complete, after the ether is enriched, the stability of the structure will plummet, which is difficult to preserve and is abnormally sensitive to sound stimulation.

You don’t even need a movement, just a small sharp noise will be excited and produce high temperatures.

The armored knights are protected by armor and are not afraid of high temperature erosion. The resulting etheric turbulence will only bring pressure to the etheric furnace, and will not damage them themselves.

But once it reaches a certain level, the environment will become a quagmire for the musicians, with mud feet deep in the mud and difficult actions.

This kind of special metal that is completely banned by the Holy City and strictly forbidden to use and research is called'melted lead'. For a long time, all countries can only save a small number of samples in private, and they dare not develop and use it for military purposes. Above.

And when the Holy City lost its dominance, the nations that were freed from the shackles put its research on the agenda for the first time-even if it was Angru.

In a short period of time, the sea of ​​Ether corresponding to this area has become thinner than ever before, and it can't be supplemented.

The bigger the monster, the more it depends on the external environment. Especially when the Lord of Darkness was unprecedentedly weak, he didn't even have the power to open up the etheric sea and draw energy directly from the etheric realm.

When the Knights of the Round Table took away the ether in the Shadow of Avalon, the Scepter of Hell was unsustainable.

Especially at the same time, when four knights of the round table took the lead and furiously attacked him...

A large number of armored knights used the tactics of the sea of ​​people to separate the others, restrained them in the distance, concentrated high-level power, and instantly suppressed the faceless large group leader.

In the past, everything was almost dissolved in the etheric realm. With the help of preparatory measures and other people, most of them were pulled back to reshape the prototype.

Since then, the leader has lost his face and previous information, and has become a half-weird existence.

And my own movement has become very weird, and it is difficult to deal with it by common sense.

Even though the four round-table armors fought recklessly, they were able to maintain their defensive momentum. They even regained the initiative after several counterattacks, but they were again suppressed by the continuous and reckless attacks of the round table knights.

The war has entered a fever.

In the distance, Lancelot sighed softly.

He turned his head and looked at the rebel who grew old with him, he said:

"Put the armour for me."

He didn't panic like the others, and hurriedly dissuaded him, but he just nodded dumbly, and put the iron box that had been behind him on the ground.

Reached out, reached into the hub of the iron box, and pulled out the copper ring.

In the sharp sound of steel friction, the hub hidden in it was activated, countless gears rotated, circlips stretched, and the iron box inherited from hundreds of years ago opened slowly~IndoMTL.com~ spit out the bones. The icy atmosphere.

In the terrifying low temperature, the steel armor sleeping in it slowly rises, revealing its majestic posture after decades of absence from this world.

Lancelot stepped forward, facing the countless unfolding steel, toward the armor.

The armor was like a living thing, and the steel stretched and contracted to cover him every inch. Finally, the silver visor covered his blue eyes. He finally became Lancelot again.

The **** of steel, the unparalleled knight-the real Lancelot!

No coughing or wheezing can be heard.

The armored knight moved forward, toward the core of the battlefield, the besieged commander and the Lord of Darkness. He stretched out his hand and drew the silent long sword at his waist. The long sword was like a mirror, reflecting the dark city, blood and fire on the battlefield.

The old Husong knelt down on the ground, giving a pious gift:

"My lord, I wish you victory."

Facing the iron fire and gale, Lancelot slowly raised the long sword, pressed it to the center of his brows, looked at the mirror shadow of the sword's ridge like a lake, and held the sword.

The mirror-like spine of the sword reflected the face of steel, and on the other side, reflected his enemy... the scepter from hell.

"Be safe and not restless..."

Lancelot's voice is hoarse, he said:

"——I will go back."

A flash.

In that short instant, there seemed to be a flash of light. An illusion-like light descended on the battlefield. In that stagnant time, it passed everything lightly and gracefully, soaring in the sky.

With a thrilling beauty.

But in the next instant, it dissipated.

Lost interest in this battlefield, don’t know where to go.

Because, everything is over.

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