The wind blew from the deserted station. The wind blew through the intricate corridors and poured out of the small windows, making a whistling sound. Lan
The empty city itself seemed to be playing a song of desolation.
Hearing the sound of the wind, the black-robed soul scum turned his head strangely to look at the thick fog behind him. Then, its empty gaze returned to Sean and his party.
As the entire deserted station played the flute sound with an erratic rhythm, the man in black, who looked like a pottery figurine, stretched his limbs and danced a strange slow dance. The limbs are full of distortion and profanity, and it is definitely not a dance that humans are happy to appreciate.
"I don't like this welcome ceremony very much." Yueguang showed a disgusted expression on his face.
The pottery figurine seemed to notice something. He looked at Sean with a pair of empty eyes, and the evening yellow color in them suddenly became brighter.
The candle-bearing man's strings tightened instantly, and when the soul scum rushed towards Sean at an unexpected speed, his figure was stopped by Olivia who started almost at the same time.
The soul scum twisted his neck, and there was a sound of gravel rubbing against it. It seems to be observing what stands in its way. Apparently, it was confused. Lan
Arthur Merlin, who was originally standing at the front of the team, just observed everything quietly.
The soul scum started again.
The force driving the abandoned body was so powerful that almost every blow made the dust on the ground jump. If Olivia, who was blocking continuously, was made of flesh and blood, she might not be able to withstand such a blow.
The attack method of the soul scum seemed to be controlled by a crazy puppet master. Following the irregular wind sound in the deserted station, it danced a dance of killing that humans could not appreciate at all.
In stark contrast is Olivia Wind Chime's movements. In front of the background of this deserted city blocked by thick fog, Olivia danced and spun, her figure swift and sharp, graceful and unparalleled, as if she was using her carefully crafted body to display human inspiration, art and inheritance.
The moonlight was infected by the beautiful female dancer, and her fingers moved unconsciously. He followed the dance steps of the candle holder and played a sonorous and exciting music. Another collaboration between pianist and dancer. But this time the dance music is different from before.
The invisible flute player in the thick fog seems to be aroused by the sound of the moonlight to be competitive. The strange wind inspires more flute sounds one after another, making the evil dance challenge the art form created by human beings with painstaking efforts. Lan
The moonlight caressed the death mist, and the roses and black shadows went back and forth like knives.
Suddenly, the sound of the flute climbed to a steep peak and then hung alone in the air. Olivia jumped high in the desolation, solidifying into a seemingly eternal figure in the air. Time held its breath for a moment, and then continued with her breathing and music. Flow, she instantly transformed into countless smooth lines. Moonlight opened her eyes wide, with the figure of the person holding the candle in her eyes, and a string of unimaginably intense notes rose up with the wind.
Ms. Seiko's dance steps transformed into a gust of wind, completely disrupting the evil dance of the soul scum, smashing its limbs into pieces, and a waxy yellow light burst out from the breach.
When the dance ended, the cracked pottery figurine began to tremble, and its body emitted a vibrating sound that seemed to come from the abyss.
The soul scum rushed towards Olivia desperately with uncontrollable excitement. It seems to be looking forward to death.
The sound of the piano and the thunder light intersected to form a dense net in front of the rose under the moon. The incomplete pottery figurine actually broke through the terrifying net, and its body was stripped into pieces, and its inner being was able to break out of the shell.
It was a violent waxy yellow lightning. Lan
Lightning roared in the air, a loud sound of high-voltage electricity exploded in everyone's ears, and an unknown scene scorched the air.
Olivia was hit, and in an instant her petite body was engulfed by the yellow current. Her silky hair vibrated slightly in pain, and her limbs were tense, as if she was suffering from huge pain. The body blessed by the Immortal God King unexpectedly broke apart like a ribbon, and the precise machinery was exposed to the air.
Moonlight and Yiwen were affected, feeling a deep tremor, their clothes were burned, and lightning lines instantly appeared on their skin. The terrible pain seemed to burn out the nerves.
The energy level of the soul scum is so amazing.
Dazzling lightning burned, and distorted images remained in the air again and again. Ghosts, giant beast skeletons, distorted faces... The ground was burned with black marks that looked like whips. The black marks continued to increase and overlap, almost completely blackening the ground.
After many explorers see the inner form of soul dregs, they have to face non-stop ferocious bombardment until their bodies disintegrate into charcoal.
The pulse frequency is so fast that the first hit basically means that all subsequent electric shocks will not miss. Lan
However, standing behind the three people was Sean.
His eyes were urgent, but there was still a calming candle in the depths. The ectoplasm showed a gel that could insulate against electric shock, and was thickly filled in front of the three people. The lightning was repelled in the air, and the shape of the edge of Sean's ectoplasm was outlined.
While imparting gelatin to the ectoplasm, it drove Shen Yu to heal the severely injured Yue Guang and Yi Wen. Olivia was also gently moved behind her.
The weird yellow thunder curtain is still aggressive, seeming to want to penetrate Sean's shield. There was a terrifying roar in the lightning.
In the Temple of Tribute, the Naiya rune that governs forgetfulness lights up, and the gray snow of the Forgotten Wasteland begins to swirl here.
Sean wiped it with one hand, and most of the waxy lightning was wiped away like fog on the window.
A stunned sallow face appeared in the sudden flash of lightning. Lan
Sean wiped it again, and it was dark under his palm. There was no trace of the previously rampant lightning left.
The roar of high-voltage electricity suddenly disappeared, and everyone found that they were not used to silence and fell into tinnitus.
The soul scum was fierce, but stopped suddenly.
It is a reliable King-level posture. Arthur, who had been observing quietly, agreed. He's not going to get into a fight like this that's obviously going to grind out Shawn's group.
"Take a rest right here." Arthur saw that the three of them were seriously injured.
Olivia was the most seriously injured. Sean gave her the alchemy parts with the spiritual power of Gaynor's divine feathers, and her recovery process was obviously faster than usual.
Although Yueguang and Yiwen's clothes were burned a lot, their skin injuries were still minor and had been basically healed by the elixir mist. However, traces of lightning still remained on the skin of their arms, which was shocking. Lan
The severe pain still remained in the nerves. Moonlight gritted her teeth and shook her arms as if they had been fried to look at Sean: "This thing is really ferocious. If you hadn't reacted quickly enough, we would have been doomed."
"Arthur, what exactly is this soul scum?"
"Before R'lyeh was moved to the depths closer to the entrance to the Great Dream World, this was R'lyeh." Arthur looked up at the silent city blocked by thick fog, "There is also the Corridor of Eternal Sleep and the Soul Surge here. Energy channel, there are also many blind believers who were lured here by Kluwetan, and became the fuel to provide soul surge energy...
"After the migration, those souls that had been squeezed dry were forgotten in the eternal coffin. The fresh dreams of the past gradually turned yellow and collapsed. The dreams had already turned into terrible nightmares in an infinite cycle. These souls were tortured by nightmares all the time. , most of its consciousness has evaporated like water vapor, leaving only some very heavy and twisted things...
"They are the corpses of souls, but they are much more terrifying than corpses. Clark Stella calls them soul dregs."
"We can no longer be targeted by them." Ivan still saw the light spots caused by yellow lightning in front of his eyes. "They are eager to die, and the burst of energy is very terrifying - like malice that has been brewing for hundreds of years, in just a few seconds. Internal release..."
"So," Arthur looked away, "we have to be extra careful in the next section of the road, guys."
"The exit is in the deserted station, but to get there, we have to walk through a long corridor...
"There are thousands of these in there."
Moonlight, Ivan, and even Olivia couldn't help but turn their faces, each looking at Arthur in astonishment.
