Silent Crown Chapter 251: Raid

　　 In the darkness, the boy closed his eyes and felt.

　　During the exploration of the line of thought, he could feel: the figure behind the corner two hundred meters away.

　　 He guards in front of an entrance in the waterway, with ether fluctuations on his body, and is a musician.

　　 is in the depths of the shadow of Avalon, and can still communicate with ether. Even among third-tier musicians, he is also an elite leader. Moreover, based on the induction of the line of thought, the other party was obviously equipped with various equipment in response to this situation, and there were at least three pieces of chaotic ether fluctuations of that degree.

　　 does not rule out the possibility of being a black musician.

　　 There are no other people around, except that the entrance behind it has been opened again. He should be the one who stayed here to guard the entrance, so he must be equipped with an alarm signal in case of accidents.

　　The line of thought attached to the dust and quietly extended forward. Ye Qingxuan could sense him and the densely packed traps and alarm devices around him.

　　 Obviously, the surroundings have been made into battlefields, and he will perceive the slightest movement. If you want to sneak attack, it is definitely a troublesome task.

　　 It’s just that a frontal hard attack has been difficult to achieve. Once the opponent is given a gap and let him sound the alarm, the support inside will come quickly.

　　 alone to single out a group of black musicians who generally exceed their own ranks...

　　 Ye Qingxuanguang felt terrible even thinking about it.

　　 Then, we have to find another way.

　　 Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

　　 "Let me have a look..."

　　He unfolded the Nine Heavens Ring, his eyes drooping: "Avalon's shadow, how much psychological shadow does the shadow of Avalon leave you?"

　　-

　　-

　　 In the darkness, Herbs sat on the ground, holding the deer head piano in his arms, and closed his eyes and meditated reads();.

　　 He seemed to play with the deer head piano in his arms unintentionally. But there was no sound at all, just in his body, the sprinkled seeds were germinating rapidly. Rooted in the rock, taking root and sprouting. Then the small veins proliferated in all directions along the stone slabs and walls.

　　 Those tiny vines are alien species carefully cultivated by him. They seem inconspicuous, but they are paralyzed and highly poisonous. In an instant, they are enough to paralyze and paralyze a deformed mammoth.

　　This is his most famous method. With the cultivation methods and movements he obtained from the ancient scrolls, he has successively intercepted and killed many musicians. Take away their research materials and inheritance.

　　 Because of this, he was able to progress from a rootless folk musician to the present level.

　　 It was only when he finally had enough materials to advance to a formal musician, only to realize that he had nowhere to go. The theory of miscellaneous music that he has learned has turned into a stumbling block, making it difficult for him to make his way as a musician.

　　 That's why he accepted the invitation of the House to participate in this dangerous exploration all the way, hoping to find precious advanced classics and methods from the residence of the Royal Orchestra.

　　 Only after he came here did he realize that the situation was not as good as he thought.

　　 This **** place is not like the capital of Anglo. On the contrary, it is more evil than the legendary forbidden land in the dark world. What is in the ‘scepter’ left over by King Arthur, how could it catalyze such a group of things even stranger than demons?

　　 and...

　　 His skin couldn't help but stir a layer of shivering chicken skin, cold sweat: and that **** monster riding a horse. Has King Arthur been crazy enough to turn all his knights into monsters? !

　　 is just a sword. One sword...

　　 The six-layer defense was split, and a black musician who was known for defense and toughness was crushed to pieces, and his sword was risky and cut himself in two.

　　 If it weren't for the leader of the musicians to use secret methods to mess up his mind and win the opportunity to escape, I am afraid that the entire army would have been wiped out.

　　 As soon as he entered the city gate, the teammate who invited him to join died tragically in the erosion. He didn't even dare to get close, so he could only watch him wailing from a distance.

　　 Until now, he no longer prayed for any classics and rituals, but only wanted to be able to leave this ghost place safely.

　　 So. He chose a relatively safe release, and he could call for support if something was wrong. Or after getting lost inside, they fled quickly.

　　 It's been an hour now. His original tension and fear have been relaxed, but he still dare not relax his vigilance. He is constantly planting his own grass seeds around, ready to fight at any time.

　　 It’s just that a doubt that he dare not face constantly pops up in his mind:

　　—Does this really work in the face of that kind of monster?

　　 In the darkness, it seems that someone’s chuckle is coming.

　　 In an instant, Herbs was horrified, and bounced from the ground, squeezing the alarm: "Who is there?!"

　　 No one responded.

　　 He looked around him over and over again and waited, but after a long time only heard the sound of the wind blowing from the cracks, the sound was like singing something with a chuckle, surrounded him, feeling gloomy reads(); .

　　 is wind.

　　 is just wind.

　　 He breathed a sigh of relief, and his slightly trembling fingertips finally calmed down, but soon, he heard the squeaky sound of the sneer wind.

　　 The sound of the wind came from far away, with an aura of disaster.

　　 That sound... That sound... Is it the sound of a horse neighing? !

　　 The sound of horseshoes sounded from a distance, hitting Herbs's heart--it was the sound of horseshoes, yes, it was the sound of horseshoes!

　　 The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, hitting the ground, shaking the ground, and the dust was flying, even the poison ivy entwined around it was faintly curled up.

　　 The iron hoof hit the blue brick, and it was very close in an instant. If there is substantial frenzied coercion that swept through like a tide, it rushed into his limbs, like solidified cement, making him unable to move.

　　 At that moment, Herbs almost suffocated: is it? It's... it's that **** monster!

　　 Boom!

　　 just in front of him, the wall at the end of the tunnel shattered, bricks and rocks flew, and the fountain of darkness poured in.

　　 In the darkness, the headless giant horse neighed, and on horseback, the fallen monster knight drew the long sword and held it high. The extremely heavy sword trembled, splitting the wind and roaring like a dragon. .

　　——Pasiville! ! !

　　 For an instant, Herbs consciously pressed the alarm device in his hand, but the alarm device seemed to be broken, and he couldn't press it no matter how he pressed it.

　　Press! press! press! press! Press...

　　 There is no **** response no matter how you press it!

　　 Herbers screamed, dropped the alarm device, squeezed the deer head piano, and flicked it hard. In an instant, the sleeping deer head opened his eyes, and a strange green light burst into his eyes.

　　 It opened its mouth and screamed, making a hoarse melody. The poison ivy rooted in the rock ejected instantly and entangled toward Parsiville.

　　 But Parsiville suddenly turned into mist, rushing through the vines and then recondensing, the dragon scale giant sword in his hand roared and crashed down!

　　 is over...

　　 In an instant, Hebos' eyes were completely dark.

　　bang!

　　 It was like being hit by a siege hammer head-on in the chest. He flew high and was smashed into the wall. The pain spread from the chest to the limbs.

　　 At least four ribs were broken, the internal organs were congested, the brain was dizzy, and the etheric induction was completely lost.

　　 But... why didn’t you die?

　　 "Am I not dead?"

　　 He widened his eyes in surprise and muttered in pain.

　　 Right in front of his eyes, the frantic black knight collapsed suddenly, turning into a black mist and disappearing without a trace reads();. With only a dark figure left, he stood in front of him, holding a cane, and looking at himself coldly.

　　 In his left hand, his five fingers change dexterously, and the alarm that he can't press anyway has been taken apart to pieces.

　　 fell to the ground.

　　 "Good evening, sir."

　　 Ye Qingxuan's cane was placed on his throat, and he lifted his bar to make him look at himself: "The moonlight is good tonight, it's a time for chat, what do you think?"

　　In the black top hat, a cold smile is conjured up at the corner of the boy's mouth:

　　"——I believe you will know everything."

　　-

　　-

　　 In the beginning, it was "The Unreal Sun".

　　 Relying on Herbs' fear of Parsiville, Ye Qingxuan just learned a neigh of a horse, which made him chaotic, and smoothly led him to imagine the non-existent black knight.

　　 Immediately afterwards, Ye Qingxuan managed to endure the load again, taking advantage of the chaos of Herbs, the line of thought was entangled, and he forcibly controlled his fingers with Black Friday, making the alarm device unable to depress.

　　 Fortunately, Herbs has already panicked. If he really has the determination to sound the alarm even at the expense of himself, and spend a few seconds to forcibly activate the alarm, Ye Qingxuan may not be able to win so easily.

　　 After all, illusion can't kill people.

　　 At the end, the one that made the effort was the'sigh' arm armor, which shattered all his defenses and smashed him into the wall~IndoMTL.com~In just half a minute, Ye Qingxuan's means Forcibly control Herbs. Fortunately, the pair of shoes made by the brother has thick rubber soles, and the poison ivy stabbed not only the dress, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would have been paralyzed on the ground and would be slaughtered.

　　 It's a pity that this guy has only a few bags of grass seeds besides the deer head piano that requires special techniques to play.

　　 But there were two rings with shields and knockback effects, Ye Qingxuan accepted them without hesitation.

　　 After asking a few words, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer:

　　 "Sure enough, they are members of the council...how many people have come here? What rank are they?"

　　 After experiencing the painful torture of Black Friday, Herbs simply gave in: "Thirteen. Five people died, and nine are left. There are eight people besides me, yes. Two are resonance level, and the leader is interference level..."

　　 "How did you get in?"

　　"The shadow of Avalon is about to wake up. Among us is the sacrifice of a hundred-eyed person, who can use his divine power to open the channel..."

　　"Then come in and die?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan sneered, "How are you going to go out?"

　　 "I don't know, all the methods of getting in and out are in the hands of the team leader." Herbs shook his head bitterly: "If I knew the way to get out, I would have run away long ago."

　　 "What do you want to do in the Royal Orchestra?" (To be continued.)