Chapter 371

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Protagonist:

Lin En

Lena

"Activate internal circulation!" Seeing this, Captain shouted sternly.

At the same time, two Purification Apostles in gray robes walked to the center of the team, pressed their four hands together, and a pale purple barrier unfolded on the spot.

Isolating the strange fragrance and blasphemous whispers.

Just as the voice fell, within the shadows on both sides of the passage, faint and distorted murmurs sounded.

The next second, those blue runes suddenly lit up with dazzling light.

Those lights were blocked outside by the purple barrier, but that was not the main purpose.

Soon, distorted figures one after another "merged" out from the walls, from the ground, from the shadows.

They had long lost human forms.

Some grew three or four arms covered in scales, wielding curved blades burning with blue fire.

Some had heads split in half, extending tentacles, with eerie blue light jumping in their eye sockets, their lower bodies turning into pale blue spirit energy smoke, floating in midair, emitting sharp and piercing strange laughter.

Mutated believers thoroughly twisted by Yi Su's power.

Even more sinking to the heart was that, within the shadows at the end of the passage, several translucent pink figures were condensing.

Their appearance was comical, yet they emitted bone-chillingly cold Warp energy.

Pink Terror Demons.

Demon claws of the Lord of Change.

"Open fire!"

Captain did not hesitate in the slightest, decisively issuing the attack command.

The roar of the bomb guns instantly echoed through the entire passage.

Bomb after bomb whistled out, striking the bodies of the mutated believers, exploding into one foul-smelling blood flower after another.

But these monsters twisted by Chaos seemed to have lost all sense of pain; even with half their bodies blown apart, they still laughed strangely and charged forward.

The Squire Knight Mecha swung its Chain Sword, slicing the Pink Terror Demon lunging at it in half.

But the Terror Demon shrieked, not only failing to dissipate, instead turning into two smaller clouds of smoke, which in the blink of an eye condensed into two mini Terror Demons, rushing toward the barrier even more madly.

Blue Witch Bullets, distorted Kong Wu, soul-piercing Jing Neng shrill cries...

The assault squad's advance, which had been like splitting bamboo, was now firmly pinned to the Ice Cold Field.

They had to first deal with these monsters, reduce the pressure on the Purification Apostles, before they could continue forward.

And in the Mishishi at the deepest part of the passage.

Luna stood before the Arcane Altar covered in Yi Su runes, listening to the explosions and gunshots coming from afar.

Beneath the Golden Half-Mask, the mouth corner curved into an arc of cold malice.

"Lei Ou... truly my good nephew." She whispered softly, her voice filled with disappointment, anger, and a trace of the chill of betrayal by kin.

"As expected, you've still sided with that damned bastard."

She had never dealt Lei Ou a killing blow.

In her view, this nephew was merely young and hot-headed, unable to see the situation clearly.

Once she secured the position of Supreme King, once she led Saint Galus toward greater heights, he would sooner or later understand who was right.

But she hadn't expected the other side to directly flip the table.

And even brought Lin En's people in.

"Since you want to play so much."

Luna raised her head; beneath the mask, her eyes surged with the mad light of Chaos.

On the walls around the Mishishi, countless Yi Su runes lit up simultaneously; within the shadows in the depths, more twisted demon phantoms were awakening.

"Then Aunt will accompany you, play to the end..."

Blue arcane missiles struck the Spirit Energy Barrier one after another, exploding into rings of distorted ripples.

The two Purification Apostles had veins bulging on their foreheads; the four hands maintaining the barrier began to tremble.

The purple light curtain had been pressed inward by the dense attacks, and could shatter at any moment.

The mutated believers on both sides of the passage continued to surge endlessly from the shadows, and more and more Pink Terror Demons were shattered by the bomb guns.

The sharp laughter pierced everyone's eardrums like needles.

The assault line composed of thirty Vanguard Army veterans had been forced to retreat twice, and the Ion Storm Shield on the Squire Knight Mecha was also covered in fine cracks.

The saw teeth of the Chain Sword were hung with sticky flesh and clothing remnants.

Just then, within the shadows at the end of the passage, a chanting voice that rose and fell was heard.

The voice was like angry roaring and also like mad laughter; two completely different tones strangely intertwined.

Drilling into everyone's ears along the sticky air, it made their temples throb.

Captain's heart sank, and he shouted sternly: "Guard the front!"

The moment the voice fell, four figures clad in deep blue cloaks slowly walked out from the direction of the Mishishi.

Beneath their hoods, they shockingly grew two faces.

The front face had knotted muscles and glaring eyes, as if wanting to tear all living beings into fragments.

The side face had its mouth corner split to the ear roots, with mad laughter and eyes full of malice in teasing the world.

Two faces shared one body; as the chanting rose and fell, rage and manic laughter alternated from the two mouths, indescribably strange and eerie.

They were the Lord of Change's sorcerers.

The lead sorcerer held high a staff inlaid with a multifaceted crystal; the blue gemstone at the staff top suddenly burst forth with piercing light.

"Humble ants!" the enraged face shrieked.

"Daring to intrude upon the Master's Paradise!" the manic face chimed in.

The next second, several distorted spirit power beams shot out from the staff top, precisely striking several mutated believers charging at the very front.

Those believers charging with strange laughter suddenly froze in place, their bodies swelling uncontrollably.

Their skulls first bulged high, then with a "bang" exploded, red-and-white flesh and brains flying and splashing in all directions.

Strangely, that splashed flesh did not fall to the ground, but as if drawn by invisible threads, tumbled, fused, and twisted in midair.

The sounds of bones snapping and muscles writhing were nauseating; in just a few breaths, several believers' corpses had melded into hulking monstrosities four to five meters tall.

They had no fixed form; more than a dozen sharp claws grew haphazardly on their bloated bodies, and dozens of tentacles surged within their gaping maws that constantly opened and closed.

Turbid mucus dripped down barrel-like fangs, corroding small pits into the ground.

Chaos Eggs.

These mindless monsters twisted into being by Chaos power let out a dull roar, striding with heavy steps toward the assault squad.

Every step falling made the metal ground tremble slightly.

Simultaneously, more demons emerged from the runes on the walls on both sides.

Pink Terror Demons drifted in swarms in midair, waving daggers flickering with witchcraft flames.

Translucent Fire Demons blazed with gorgeous flames all over; wherever they passed, the metal ground melted.

There was also a Demon Ray spreading its wings, its flat body pressed against the ceiling, venomous mucus dripping from its tail spine, silently circling toward the squad's rear.

The Terror Demons' shrill cries, the Fire Demons' explosive roars, and the Chaos Eggs' roars mixed together, turning the entire corridor into a Subspace Purgatory.

The assault squad's advance came to a complete stagnation.

A Squire Knight Mecha stepped forward, using its heavy shield to block the charge of the foremost Chaos Egg; the tremendous force made the mecha's leg hydraulics emit a strained creak.

The veterans split into two teams; one team frontally suppressed the charging mutated believers and Chaos Eggs.

One team aimed upward to shoot the Demon Rays in the air; the bomb guns' gunshots were dense as heavy rain falling on a roof.

Yet they still could not stop the endless stream of monsters surging forth.

At this rate, within ten minutes they would be completely worn down to death here.

In the Governor's Office, Lin En watched the front-line scene through the Apostle's eyes, his expression calm without revealing joy or anger.

Beside him, Lena's brows furrowed slightly; front-line attrition data came through the mental link:

"The Vanguard Army already has seven wounded, two Purification Apostles have exhausted their spirit power; if this continues casualties will double."

"Luna anticipated this long ago, deploying massive numbers of miscellaneous soldiers to buy time."

"I know." Lin En nodded, his voice held no surprise.

He and Luna had crossed hands not once or twice.

This Regent King of Saint Galus, in terms of the scope of schemes and plots, in terms of the ability to deploy troops and arrange formations, actually did not count as top-tier.

What she excelled at most was never frontal contest, but time and again escaping unscathed from seemingly hopeless situations.

Under Chandler's assault she escaped unscathed; after Kal II she vanished without a trace.

Even this game of the Bottom City Plague, she remained hidden behind the scenes throughout, unwilling to leave a single piece of hard evidence directly pointing to her.

This woman's survival ability is far more troublesome than her aggressiveness.

Now that the opponent has already torn face, summoning sorcerers and demons, it means the suddenness of the secret passage assault has disappeared.

Dragging on further would only give Luna more time to arrange follow-up moves, even find a chance to escape once more.

"Can't wait any longer." Lin En spoke, tone decisive.

"Release them, quick battle quick decision!"