A wind blows from the barren station. The wind blows through the intricate corridors and gushes out of the small windows, making a whistling sound. roundabout

The empty city itself seems to be playing a song of desolation.

Hearing the sound of the wind, the black-robed soul **** turned his head strangely to look at the thick fog behind him. Then, its empty gaze returned to Xiao En and his party.

With the erratic "flute sound" played by the entire Huangzhan, the man in black stretched his limbs like a terracotta figurine and danced a weird slow dance. Limbs full of distortion and profanity, far from being a dance that humans would appreciate.

"I don't like this welcome ceremony very much." Moonlight showed a disgusted expression on his face.

The terracotta figurine seemed to have noticed something, and looked at Xiao En with a pair of empty eyes, and the evening yellow color in them suddenly became brighter.

The candle holder's strings tensed instantly, and when the soul **** rushed towards Xiao En at an unexpected speed, his figure was stopped by Olivia who activated almost at the same time.

The soul **** twisted its neck, making the sound of gravel rubbing against each other. It seems to be watching what blocks itself. Apparently, it was confused. roundabout

Arthur Merlin, who was standing at the front of the line, just observed everything quietly.

Soul **** started again.

The power driving that abandoned body was astonishingly great, every blow of it almost caused the dust on the ground to jump up. If Olivia, who had repeatedly blocked her, was made of flesh and blood, she might not be able to bear such a blow.

The attack method of the soul **** seemed to be controlled by a crazy puppeteer. With the irregular wind in the deserted station, it danced a killing dance that humans could not appreciate at all.

In stark contrast to it was the movement of Olivia Fengling. In front of the background of the dense fog blocking the deserted city, Olivia danced and spun lightly, her figure was swift and swift, and she was unparalleled in grace, as if she used her carefully crafted body to show the inspiration, art and inheritance of human beings.

Moonlight was infected by the beautiful female dancer, and her fingers flicked unconsciously. He played a sonorous and exciting piece of music following the dance steps of the candle bearer. Another collaboration between pianist and dancer. But this time the dance music is not the same as before.

The invisible flute player in the dense fog seems to be aroused by the sound of the moonlight to be competitive, and the treacherous wind inspires more flute breaths one after another, making the dance of evil fight against the art form created by human painstaking efforts. roundabout

The moonlight caresses the dead mist, and the rose and the shadow come and go like blades.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute climbed a steep peak and hung in the air alone. Olivia leaped high in the bleakness, and the air solidified into a figure that seemed eternal. Time held her breath for a moment, and continued with her breath and music. Flowing, she instantly transformed into countless smooth lines. Moonlight opened her eyes wide, and the pupils were filled with the figure of a candle holder, and a string of unimaginably intense notes rose with the wind.

Ms. Seiko's dance steps changed into a gust of wind, completely disrupting the evil dance of the soul slag, smashing its limbs into pieces, and the sallow light smudged out from the breach.

The dance ended, and the cracked terracotta figurine began to tremble all over, and there was a vibrating sound that seemed to come from the abyss.

With uncontrollable excitement, Soul Slag rushed towards Olivia recklessly. It seemed to be looking forward to death.

The sound of the zither and the light of thunder intertwined into a dense net in front of the rose under the moon. The incomplete terracotta figurines rushed through the terrifying net, and the body was stripped into pieces, so that its inner shell was able to break out.

It was a tyrannical waxy yellow lightning. roundabout

Lightning roared in the air, and there was a loud noise of high-voltage electricity in everyone's ears, scorching an image of unknown meaning in the air.

Olivia was hit, and her petite figure was engulfed by the yellow electric current in an instant, her silky hair trembled in pain, her limbs tensed, as if she was suffering from great pain. The body protected by the Immortal God King broke apart like a ribbon, and the precise machinery was exposed to the air.

Moonlight and Ivan were affected and felt a deep tremor, their clothes were burned, and lightning marks appeared on their skin instantly. Terrible excruciating pain seemed to burn nerves.

The energy level of the soul **** is so amazing.

Dazzling lightning burned, and the distorted images remained in the air again and again. Ghosts, monster bones, big distorted faces... The ground was scalded with black marks like whips. The black marks continued to increase and overlap, almost completely blackening the ground.

After seeing the inner form of the soul slag, many explorers have to face uninterrupted fierce bombardment until their bodies disintegrate into coke.

The pulse frequency is so fast, the first hit basically means that all subsequent electric shocks will not miss. roundabout

However, standing behind the three of them was Sean.

His eyes were urgent, but there was still a calming candle in the depths. The ectoplasm presented a jelly capable of isolating electric shocks, thickly filled in front of the three of them, and the lightning was seen to be repelled in the air, outlining the shape of the edge of Sean's ectoplasm.

While imparting gelatinity to the ectoplasm, Shen Yu was driven to heal the severely wounded Moonlight Ivan. Olivia was also gently moved behind her.

The weird yellow Thunder Curtain is still aggressive, as if it wants to penetrate Xiao En's shield. There was a terrifying roar in the lightning.

In the Shrine of Tribute, the rune of Naia, which controls the oblivion, lights up, and the gray snow of the Forgotten Wasteland begins to scatter here.

Sean wiped it with one hand, and most of the sallow lightning was wiped away like fog on the window.

A sallow face of astonishment amidst the flash of thunder. roundabout

Sean wiped it again, and it was pitch black under his palm. The previously rampant thunder light was gone at this moment.

The roar of the high-voltage electricity suddenly disappeared, and everyone found that they were not used to the silence and fell into tinnitus.

The soul **** was ferocious, but it stopped abruptly.

It is a reliable King-level posture. Arthur, who had been quietly observing, agreed. He wouldn't be in a fight that would obviously grind Sean's group.

"Take a rest on the spot." Arthur saw that the three of them were seriously injured.

The most seriously injured Olivia, the alchemy parts that Sean gave her with Gainor's divine feather infusion spiritual power, the recovery process is obviously faster than usual.

Although Moonlight and Ivan's clothes were burned a lot, they were considered skin wounds, and they were basically healed by the elixir mist. However, there are still traces of lightning left on the skin of the arms of the two people, which is shocking. roundabout

The sharp pain still lingered in his nerves, Moonlight gritted his teeth and looked at Sean with his arms that seemed to have been fried: "This thing is really fierce. If you didn't react quickly enough, we would be finished.

"Arthur, what exactly is this soul dregs?"

"Before moving R'lyeh to the depths closer to the entrance of the Great Dream Realm, here is R'lyeh." Arthur looked up at the silent city blocked by thick fog, "There is also the corridor of eternal sleep, the soul surge There are also many blind believers who were lured here by Kluvitan and became the fuel for providing soul surge energy...

"After the migration ~lightnovelpub.net~ those spirits who were drained dry were forgotten in the coffin. The fresh dreams of the past gradually turned yellow and collapsed. The dreams have already turned into terrible nightmares in an endless cycle. These nightmares Most of the consciousness of the tormented soul has evaporated like water vapor, leaving only some very heavy and twisted things...

"They are the remains of the soul, but far worse than the remains of the soul. Clark Stella called them the scum."

"I can't be targeted by them anymore." Ivan still had spots of yellow lightning in front of his eyes, "They are eager to die, and the burst of energy is terrifying—like malice that has been brewing for hundreds of years, in just a few seconds freed…"

"So," Arthur withdrew his gaze, "we have to be extra careful for the rest of the way, guys. Lanna

"The exit is in the deserted station, but to get there, we have to go through a long corridor...

"There are thousands of them in there."

Moonlight, Ivan, and even Olivia couldn't help but turned their faces, each looking at Arthur in astonishment.