Crown of Silence

Chapter 268 Raid

In the darkness, the young man closed his eyes and sensed.

In the exploration of the mind line, he could feel: a figure behind the corner, 200 meters away.

He was guarding in front of a certain entrance in the sewer, with ether fluctuations on his body, and was a musician.

Even in the depths of the Shadow of Avalon, he could still communicate with ether. Even among the third-level musicians, he was an elite leader. And according to the induction of the mind line, the other party was obviously equipped with various equipment all over his body for this situation, and there were at least three or more pieces of that level of messy ether fluctuations.

The possibility of being a black musician cannot be ruled out.

There was no one else around, only the entrance behind him had traces of being opened. He should be the one who stayed here to guard the entrance, so he must be carrying equipment that sends out alarm signals in case of an emergency.

The mind line attached to the dust and quietly extended forward. Ye Qingxuan could sense him and the dense traps and alarm devices around him.

Obviously, the surroundings had been made into positions ready for battle, and he would sense any slight movement. It would be a hassle to launch a sneak attack.

However, a head-on attack would be ineffective. Once the opponent is given a gap and the alarm is sounded, the support inside will come quickly.

Going alone against a group of black musicians whose ranks are generally higher than his own...

The result would be horrible for Ye Qingxuan to think about.

Then, we have to find another way.

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment and suddenly smiled.

"Let me see..."

He unfolded the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant and lowered his eyes: "How much psychological shadow has the Shadow of Avalon left on you?"

——

In the darkness, Herbers sat on the ground, holding the Deer Head Qin in his arms, and closed his eyes in meditation.

He seemed to be playing the Deer Head Qin in his arms unintentionally, but there was no sound at all. However, under him, the seeds that were scattered were sprouting rapidly, taking root in the rocks, taking root and sprouting, and then along the stone slabs and walls along the tiny veins, proliferating in all directions.

Those tiny vines were all the alien species he carefully cultivated. They looked inconspicuous, but they were poisonous and paralyzing. In just a moment, they were enough to paralyze a deformed mammoth spirit and paralyze it to the ground.

This was his most famous method. With the cultivation methods and music obtained from the ancient scrolls handed down from his family, he successively killed many musicians and took away their research materials and inheritance.

Because of this, he was able to improve from a rootless folk musician to his current level.

But when he finally gathered enough materials and advanced to a formal musician, he found that there was no way to improve. The complicated music theory he had learned became a stumbling block, making it difficult for him to move forward on the road of musician.

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

However, after coming here, he found that the situation was not as good as he imagined.

This damned hellhole doesn't look like the capital of Anglo. Instead, it is more weird than the legendary forbidden places in the dark world. What is in the 'scepter' left by King Arthur? How could it catalyze such a group of things that are more bizarre than demons?

And...

His skin couldn't help but tremble with goosebumps, and cold sweats: and that damned monster on the horse. Has King Arthur gone crazy enough to turn all his knights into demons? !

Just one sword, one sword...

The six layers of defense were split open, and a black musician known for his defense and toughness was shattered to pieces. The sword almost cut him in half.

If the leader's musician hadn't used a secret method to confuse his mind and win the opportunity to escape, I'm afraid the whole army would have been wiped out long ago.

The teammate who invited him to join the city gate just after entering the city gate died tragically in the erosion. He didn't even dare to get close, and could only watch him wailing from a distance.

At this point, he no longer prayed for any books or rituals, but only wanted to leave this hellhole safely.

So, he chose to stay relatively safe, so that he could call for support if something went wrong, or escape quickly after the inside was lost.

Now an hour has passed, and his original tension and fear have relaxed, but he still dare not relax his vigilance. He keeps sowing his grass seeds around, ready to fight at any time.

However, there is a doubt that he dare not face in his heart:

- Facing that kind of monster, is it really useful to do this?

In the darkness, someone seemed to laugh softly.

In an instant, Herbers was startled, jumped up from the ground, and held the alarm tightly: "Who is there?!"

No one responded.

He looked around again and again, ready for battle, but after a long time, he only heard the sound of the wind blowing from the cracks. The sound seemed to be chuckling and chanting something, surrounding him, feeling more gloomy.

It's the wind.

Just the wind.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his trembling fingertips finally calmed down, but soon, he heard a tiny sound coming from the sneering wind.

The wind sound came from a very far distance, carrying the breath of disaster.

That sound... that sound... is it the sound of a war horse neighing? !

The sound of horse hooves sounded from a distance, hitting Herbers's heart - it was the sound of horse hooves, that's right, it was the sound of horse hooves!

The sound of the horse's hooves was like thunder, hitting the earth, shaking it, causing dust to fly, and even the poisonous vines wrapped around it curled up faintly.

The iron hooves hit the blue bricks, and in an instant they were very close. The frenzied pressure that seemed to be real swept over like a tide, rushing into his limbs and bones, like solidified cement, making him unable to move.

At that moment, Herbers almost suffocated: Is it it? It's it... It's that damn monster!

Boom!

Just in front of him, the wall at the end of the corridor shattered, bricks and stones flew, and darkness gushed in.

In the darkness, the headless giant horse neighed, and on the horse's back, the fallen demon knight drew out his long sword and raised it high. The extremely heavy giant sword trembled, cutting the wind and making a roar like a dragon.

——Persivir!!!

In an instant, Herbers subconsciously pressed the alarm device in his hand, but the alarm device seemed to be broken, and no matter how hard he pressed it, it would not work.

Press! Press! Press! Press! Press...

No matter how he pressed it, there was no fucking response!

Herbers screamed, threw away the alarm device, held the Deer Head Qin tightly, and plucked it hard. In an instant, the sleeping Deer Head opened its eyes, and its eyes burst into a strange green light.

It opened its mouth and screamed, making a hoarse melody. The poisonous vine rooted in the rock instantly shot out and entangled towards Percival.

But Percival suddenly turned into mist, rushed through the vines and condensed again, and the dragon scale giant sword in his hand roared and slashed down!

It was over...

In an instant, Herbers' eyes were dark.

Bang!

It was like being hit in the chest by a battering ram. He flew high and was smashed into the wall. The severe pain spread from his chest to his limbs.

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

But... why didn't he die?

"I'm not dead?"

He stared in astonishment and murmured in pain.

Right in front of him, the frenzied black knight suddenly collapsed and turned into black mist and disappeared without a trace. Only a dark figure was left. He stood in front of him, leaning on his cane, looking at him coldly.

In his left hand, the five fingers changed deftly, and the alarm that he couldn't press no matter what had been torn into pieces.

It fell all over the floor.

"Good evening, sir."

Ye Qingxuan put his cane against his throat, raised his chin, and made him look at him: "The moonlight is good tonight, it's a good time to chat, what do you think?"

Under the black hat, the corner of the boy's mouth curled up a cold smile:

"—— I believe you will tell me everything you know."

——

At the beginning, it was "Illusionary Sun".

Relying on Herbers' fear of Percival, Ye Qingxuan only imitated a horse neigh, which made him confused and successfully guided him to imagine the non-existent black knight.

Then, Ye Qingxuan endured the load again, and took advantage of Herbers' confusion to wrap his mind and forcibly control his fingers with Black Friday, making the alarm device unable to press.

Fortunately, Herbers was already panicking. If he really had the determination to sound the alarm even at the cost of his own life, and spent a few seconds to forcibly trigger the alarm, Ye Qingxuan might not have won so easily.

After all, illusions can't kill people.

In the end, it was the 'Sigh' arm armor that made the breakthrough, and a punch broke all his defenses and smashed him into the wall.

In just half a minute, Ye Qingxuan used all his means to forcibly control Herbers. Fortunately, the pair of shoes made by the senior brother had thick rubber soles, and the poison ivy was not only pierced into the dress, otherwise Ye Qingxuan would have been paralyzed on the ground and at the mercy of others.

Unfortunately, this guy only had a few bags of grass seeds, besides the deer-headed harp that required special skills to play.

However, he also had two rings with shield and knockback effects, so Ye Qingxuan accepted them without hesitation.

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

"It's really the people from the parliament... How many people came in total? What are their ranks?"

After experiencing the severe pain of Black Friday, Herbers surrendered neatly: "Ten, fourteen. Five people died, and there are nine left. In addition to me, there are eight people, two of them are at the resonance level, and the leader is at the interference level..."

"How did you get in?"

"The Shadow of Avalon is about to wake up. Among us, there is a priest of the Hundred Eyes who can borrow divine power to open the passage..."

"Then come in and die?"

Ye Qingxuan sneered, "How do you plan to get out?"

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

"What do you want to do in the Royal Musicians?"