Crown of Silence

Chapter 353 Local Specialties

"Fuck!"

While being shocked, Ye Qingxuan's body subconsciously bounced, flipped out of the stone coffin, and rolled on the ground... Or how can it be said that dying many times gives you experience? You don't even need to use your brain, your body reacts directly.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan felt a mixture of sadness and joy, and it was particularly unpleasant:

-This kind of instinct that comes from dying many times, only ghosts want it!

Then, with a roar, the stone coffin was smashed by the axe.

In the darkness, the sound of iron and stone rubbing against each other came one after another.

Ye Qingxuan quickly retreated, alerting all around, and with a flick of his hand, the musical note·light appeared out of thin air and hung high above his head.

This is a long corridor, which looks simple and ordinary, but on both sides of the road stand two rows of huge statues that are more than three meters high. The statue looked like a warrior in armor, holding Romulus's short sword and round shield, but now even the short sword looked unusually large, half the height of an ordinary person.

And many of the burly warriors held weapons that were even more frightening, long-handled stone axes, square-edged stone hammers, and some held bundles called "***" in their hands...

Those statues looked extremely majestic and exquisite. If it were normal times, Ye Qingxuan would definitely study them for a long time and praise them generously... However, when these warrior statues were stimulated by the abnormal sound, their eyes lit up red, and they slowly walked down the pedestal, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He had no idea about this kind of thing... at all.

Mind phase? Does this kind of ghost thing have a mind? He has not cultivated to the level of "no spirit or no spirit in the world is left out". He wants to control this irrational stone statue without resonance level, dreaming!

Illusion? This kind of ghost thing without even eyes, whether it will be affected by illusion is another matter!

Revelation? Haha, stop kidding, my friend. The School of Revelation has everything except attack power...

Ye Qingxuan doesn't know whether the Forbidden School is useful or not, but he specializes in 'music theory composition', which has an increase in barrier control, but there is really no way to deal with this kind of tangible but inanimate object.

He looked down at the cane in his hand. On the black iron cane, there was an amber gem - the Eye of Indra. Is lightning useful for this kind of ghost thing that can't burn?

Before the short thought was over, a cold light whistled behind him, brushed past his body, and fell on the huge stone sculpture that was slowly approaching.

In an instant, the cold frost spread, and the huge ice crystals quickly increased in value, engulfing the entire huge stone sculpture. The sudden ultra-low temperature froze the stone sculpture in it, unable to move.

It was Samuel.

"What the hell is this?"

Samuel had just crawled out of the sarcophagus, and his reaction was only a beat slower than Ye Qingxuan. Barlow and Miller also gathered together. Several people looked around. The four or five awakened huge stone sculptures walked down the platform and walked towards them.

In the distance, the stone sculptures that had been sleeping for countless times were also trembling and shaking off the dust.

The stone sculptures here can at least form two hundred-man teams!

Ye Qingxuan felt a toothache.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is a burial object made by Romulus' alchemist for the nobles - a clay doll, replacing the living slaves to guard the tomb for them.

These guys are all made in imitation of Romulus's most courageous warriors, and even have the martial arts of those warriors, and they also know how to cooperate, be careful."

Barro's teeth suddenly ached: "How can these ghost things look like clay dolls!"

"It's just that the raw materials are made from mud."

Ye Qingxuan's silent eyes had already seen clearly: "The bodies of these guys have been burned into porcelain, and their strength is definitely not worse than any iron.

In the tomb, iron will corrode, but porcelain will not!"

Now he can only sigh that his Indra's Eye is probably useless. Apart from high temperature damage, it can't cause any effect at all. Porcelain is not non-conductive.

"What are you talking about?"

Barro was impatient: "Is there no weakness?"

"Don't rush me!"

Ye Qingxuan's forehead oozed a trace of sweat, and the silent eyes were already a little hot. On the warrior clay dolls that slowly surrounded him, he could see the alchemical matrix buried in the body.

It was that matrix that turned the dead into puppets.

Ye Qingxuan was manipulating the mercury line, interpreting the music theory in it!

"Joints! The weak points are the joints and the head!"

Ye Qingxuan said hurriedly: "The observation circuit of these guys is in the head, which should be using the old-fashioned thermal energy sensing, and sound! Try not to use too high temperature attack methods, otherwise..."

He looked at the two rows of warrior clay dolls extending into the darkness deep in the corridor and swallowed:

"Otherwise, otherwise you will stir up a hornet's nest!"

"I see, you are the one who is too troublesome!"

Barro spat, the beast in his eyes emerged, and a hoarse whisper came out of his throat. In the faint melody, the wind around him suddenly became chaotic, and dozens of small whirlpools appeared.

In the whirlpool, something like a bat flew out, flashed away, and the speed was incredible.

Then, several sharp cracks appeared on the clay dolls that rushed forward after waking up, like being chopped by a long knife. One of the thin and light clay dolls had a blazing red light in his eyes, and suddenly did a flexible somersault, pulling out two strange scimitars in his hands, and drew two strange and unpredictable tracks in the air.

Swish!

With a slight sound, the beast that had blended into the wind was slashed by the scimitar on both wings, and it broke out of its hiding. The two bat wings separated from its body, and then, its body and the wings melted into the wind.

——Phantom Beast·Flying Scythe!

When one died, Barlow added another one. In an instant, Ye Qingxuan could tell that there were fifteen flying sickles surrounding them, hiding in the wind, and constantly attacking the awakened clay dolls.

"Only fifteen? Bring more." Ye Qingxuan curled his lips: "I have seen musicians who can summon a pack of wolves. Each one is vivid and powerful! And they can break through the air and hide..."

"Do you think the fantasy beasts are mass-produced? I am not the kind of guy who switches to practicing a fantasy beast. It is already amazing to be able to raise fifteen kinds of Fei Lian with such violent temperament!"

Barro's face was red, and he almost spit out blood: "Don't compare me with the pervert who must have written the chapter of fate and advanced to the scepter!"

"Really?"

Ye Qingxuan laughed dryly: "Just say you can't do it."

Barro was really about to spit out a mouthful of blood, and glared at him hatefully: "Ye Qingxuan, if one day I really reach the level of the scepter, all those who are as bad-mouthed as you will die!"

Barro was furious, and the blessing music in the instrument was released without any cost. In an instant, the speed of the fifteen flying lians increased by more than three times. When they broke through the air, there was almost no sound. But when they attacked, they were like powerful crossbows and axes, so fast that people could not react.

Barro roared and played three accents.

Then, the flying lians gathered and turned into a vortex of death, covering the clay dolls that kept attacking and approaching.

There was a muffled sound, and even the sound of the cracks was cut by the wings of the flying lians.

Then, the four burly and huge clay dolls collapsed quickly and fell to the ground. The red light in their eyes went out and turned into fragments all over the ground.

Seeing the statue that looked like a work of art shattered into this state in front of him, Ye Qingxuan's eyes twitched and he felt distressed from the bottom of his heart:

"Be gentle... Oh, forget it, just ignore what I said!"

Ye Qingxuan's face was full of distress, and he was about to say something but stopped.

Ye Qingxuan really didn't expect that one day he would have to do such a thing that would ruin the mood.

The history of Romulus has been lost, and there is not much information and evidence in the world. The history of that year is also hidden in a fog.

If a researcher saw Ye Qingxuan and his team destroying these precious cultural relics so barbarically, he would probably vomit three liters of blood and fall seriously ill. But at this time, don't protect ancient cultural relics, protect yourself first...

Otherwise, if the cultural relics are not well protected and you are killed, you will probably not be able to rest in peace after death, and you will be written into the latest issue of "The Stupidest Way for Musicians to Die" and be ridiculed.

He was thinking and mumbling in his mind, but suddenly his memory flashed back to the scrolls of Romulus history that Elder Caligula gave him, as well as some of the entries in them.

In an instant, he was shocked.

"Don't delay here, leave here first."

He whispered: "It's better to hurry up... the faster the better!"

"Huh?"

Samuel, who was building a defensive position, was stunned and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid it will be bad next."

Ye Qingxuan looked around at the warriors who were gradually awakening in the distance, watching more and more red eyes light up from the darkness, and couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead:

"Do you... know what the Romulus Legion is most famous for?"

There was no expected answer, and the three history blinds looked at each other in confusion.

Ye Qingxuan groaned weakly, covered his face and sighed: "Anyway, just leave!"

What is the Romulus Legion most famous for? Do you still need to ask? !

-Of course it's the Romulus Phalanx! ! !

Boom!

A loud noise.

That was the sound of the giant square shield hitting the ground.

"Huha!"

The roar of the friction between iron and stone sounded.

At the far end of the corridor, nine warrior clay figures stood side by side, their square shields riveted together and fell to the ground. The faces of several people in the distance were reflected on the iron-like porcelain shell, and then the square shield iron wall pushed forward.

"Huha!"

The earth trembled, and countless screams broke through the air - javelin! It was a javelin that was two meters long and red all over! Behind the advancing iron wall, a torrential rain of giant short spears was thrown out, piercing through the air, making a soul-stirring loud noise.

The loud noises overlapped and burst out, leaving a horrible scar wherever the javelin passed.

The red javelin carried the light of lava, and came through the air like a meteor. Before it arrived, it squeezed the air like iron and stone, making it impossible to breathe.