Marshall, who was hiding underground, almost yelled after hearing Kagame's words. This old guy wants to take everything! He has heard of the legend of the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra. This is a veteran team of selectors. All kinds of instruments are their weapons. In the overclocking world

The only one who used musical instruments as weapons was Sona, the harp fairy. He was furious in his heart, but his face was calm.

This team uses playing all kinds of music as weapons, which sounds a bit incredible. It is said that everyone who hears the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra has never survived. What the entire team is best at is large-scale AOE attacks, and the result is that they are enveloped by the music.

There is no other possibility except death.

It’s very tricky. Marshall was mentally prepared for this, but he didn’t expect to meet a team that stands at the top of the screeners. The Manhattan Symphony Orchestra continuously attacks the level of connecters, always failing at the critical moment. Therefore, it also has a nickname——

Symphony of Doom, on the one hand, they themselves have been experiencing misfortune, and on the other hand, meeting them represents misfortune.

"I heard that they have betrayed the original server, how could it be..." Hall's harsh voice sounded again. He was a little nervous, his body twitched involuntarily, and the vibrating headset cord on his ears was twisted around his neck.

Marshall looked at Hall, who had a sallow complexion. This guy was very weak. It seemed that there was something wrong with his genes. According to rumors, Hall was the product of inbreeding. Such a situation would cause the probability of deformity in the offspring to be as high as 98%, and the remaining 2%.

But there can be geniuses like Einstein, Hitler, and Newton.

The cost of gene homozygosity, which enables the expression of recessive genes, is the elimination of bad genes. The manifestation of this elimination is that there will be many deformed children. Hall is just between genius and deformity. It has to be said that he is both lucky and unfortunate.

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"The server that instigated them to defect has not yet been clarified. I just heard that the two sides were entangled in a lot of screeners' death battles, and a large number of connectors participated. In the end, both sides suffered losses, and a lot of combat effectiveness was lost. Now there is a temporary truce, there is no

I think these guys are alive and well."

Kagame's tone is not small. The words that others may sound extremely arrogant are downplayed by the old man, while their teammates act as if they should take it for granted. Figaro on timpani, Matt on the magic flute, Gina on the violin,

Carlos, the trumpeter, each of these men has a great reputation.

Wang Hu poked his head out from in front of a huge corridor pillar. His eyes blinked. His retinas captured the appearance of these people. After a brief analysis, he took a breath of air, "How bold are these people! How dare they!

None use skin plugins”

Sphinx asked curiously, "What's going on?" She asked with her lips close to Wang Hu's ear. Her hair gently caressed Wang Hu's earlobe. Her blue eyes were full of stars.

Curious, most of his body was leaning on Wang Hu's shoulder.

Wang Hu felt the turbulent waves on the Sphinx's chest. He imagined the shape of the two groups being squeezed. He said lightly, "They used to be on the same server as me, and they defected from the original server like you!"

"How could...?" Snod took out a probe from his personal space and inserted it into the snow. He started the data distribution work. He did this to create powerful factors for his own side. He tampered with the design of the overclocking master without authorization.

The plot has certain risks, and it is a last resort in order to successfully protect Cassiopeia. Fortunately, Wang Hu only asked him to reduce the concentration of magic elements in the surrounding air and interfere with the operation of the magic stone on the garden dome.

"They are a taboo topic on the server. It is best not to use your brain in this regard. All information and files have been sealed. Screeners who tried to interfere with their defection were severely punished. Pistols were investigated and punished by the server.

At least 60% of the human combat effectiveness has been lost!"

Sphinx took over Wang Hu's words and said, "Just let them die!"

Everyone is in awe. It is impossible for a screener with only 40% of the combat power to enter the rookie plot. The consequences of this can be imagined. It is simply killing people without blood. The server is very capable of killing people with backhand. Destiny is manipulated by others.

The feeling was very bad, and everyone felt like they could not control their own life or death.

In the West, symphony is serious music. Male musicians in the orchestra must wear black tuxedos, while ladies are required to wear long black skirts. The overall tone gives people a solemn and inviolable feeling.

After Kagame finished speaking, he turned around and never looked at Ai Xi again.

Cassiopeia's eyes flashed. She didn't expect that this Freljord diplomat turned out to be the Ice Archer Ashe, a descendant of the Avarosa royal family in the human world. This information was so shocking that her thoughts clashed fiercely.

, tell this news to the top of the Intelligence Ministry or your own family? Or sell it to other city-states?

However, Ai Xi did not think about it as much as she did. She saw the cold air lingering on the arms of the ice bow, and a large amount of white mist flowed from between Ai Xi's fingers to the ground, quickly condensing into a thin layer of ice. This shows the inner heart of the ice archer.

Anger, I have never encountered such arrogant guys in Freljord Ashe, just guys playing musical instruments...

She suddenly felt a little funny, but she didn't dare to underestimate these "weirdos!"

Hunters who despise their prey have died long ago in the ice fields, and their bodies are covered in ice and snow, and will not be discovered by others for ten thousand years. This is a proverb passed down from generation to generation in the Freljord, and no one has ever questioned its authenticity.

The bone-chilling chill on the bow string seeped into Ashe's finger bones. She silently recited in her mind, "Shaped in the cold, condensed in the air." The coldness on the weapon flowed to her fingers. A cold ice arrow appeared on the bow arm, and it emerged from the void.

Coming in, containing Ashe's will, a cluster of crystal arrows shot towards Kagame's back heart.

The air seemed to be frozen by this murderous intention, emitting a sharp cry similar to the cry of an eagle.

"Whoosh~"

There was a strange noise.

Kagame, who was standing in front of the team, did not waver at all. He stretched his arms lightly, and his silver-white baton drew a ray of light. A magic shield that resembled a giant bowl suddenly shrouded the top of the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra.

Figaro smiled coldly. This man was as tall as Wang Hu. His black tuxedo was almost bursting with laughter, and his face was full of flesh, making him look like a butcher rather than a musician.

There was a heavy timpani placed in front of him. This drum is no different from other drums. It is a type of percussion instrument. It consists of a drum head, a drum barrel, and drumsticks.

Different from ordinary drums, this timpani is called the Demon Dragon's Roar. The drum surface is made of the skin of the Demon Dragon. There are still a large number of red scales with black edges on it. Each scale the size of a baby's hand evaporates a large amount of

The magic element is like a pond in the rain, with ripples spreading outward from above.

The diffused magic elements form a halo, wrapping the entire orchestra inside. Kagame's Sound Shield and Figaro's Lucid Aura provide protection on the one hand, and increase the recovery speed of MP magic points on the other.

The material of the drum is not ordinary. It is made of the bones of wild pythons in the tropical jungle of Manggu. It is light and has a hollow inner cavity, which can conduct sound waves very well. The outside of the bone drum is tightly wound with brass.

The whole thing looks like a basin-like resonant body. A few thick screws can adjust the tightness of the copper ring. Figaro used this to adjust the pitch of the timpani dragon's roar.

He can do this by rubbing the pedal under his feet. He can even use the pedal to create a portamento effect.

Kagame nodded to Figaro. Figaro lowered his head and beat the drum head hard with a wooden drumstick wrapped in felt.

"Boom~"

Everyone present was boiling with anger and blood. It was like the brains were shaking inside the skull, like a can of yellow peaches being shaken vigorously. Everyone felt dizzy.

It seemed that the performance was serious. No matter who was present, no matter whether they were proficient in music or not, they were all shaken by the sound of the drums and could not stand still.

Several of those guards had their heads exploded again. This time the attack was obviously much stronger than the last time. The blood vessels all over their bodies burst with the sound of drums, and they all fell to the snow covered in blood.

Such a large-scale AOE attack shocked Wang Hu's jaw. He covered his ears and stared at Figaro in stunned silence. His nose hurt, and two lines of blood like small black snakes flowed out.

Then the violinist Gina drew her bow, and the melodious but not solemn music gradually began to sound, and the tone of Kagame's baton gradually increased.

"This is... this is... the symphony of destiny!" Sphinx heard the prelude instantly, and the expression on her face was quite strange.

The Symphony of Destiny is one of the most famous works of the German composer Ludwig van Beethoven. It was completed from the end of 1805 to the beginning of 1808. This piece has such a high reputation and has been performed so many times that it can be called the "crown of symphonies".

Symphony No. 5 in C minor, Op. 67.

At the beginning of the first movement, Beethoven wrote a thought-provoking warning: "Fate is knocking on the door!"

When composing this piece, Beethoven had already written the "Heiligen Suicide Note". At that time, his deafness had lost all hope of being cured. His passionate lover, Countess Julietta Chiatti, also left him because of her family background.

, became the Countess of Garundborg. A series of mental blows put Beethoven on the verge of death.

But the music saint was not depressed by this. He wrote in a letter: It would be unimaginable for me to leave this world without creating anything.

This was the most painful period of Beethoven's life and the climax of his creation.

The turmoil of the symphony of destiny gradually rises and then becomes unstoppable like a tsunami. This is a magnificent song of triumph over heroic will over fatalism and light over darkness. "I want to hold the throat of fate, he cannot make me completely surrender" was quoted by Manhattan

The symphony orchestra performed like the sounds of nature, and no one could escape the shackles of the music!

Visible to the naked eye, the music of those invisible substances surged back and forth in the dome, and sound blades emerged from the void. They seemed to have no target to attack, but none of Wang Hu and the others had the luxury of escaping from the sound blades all over the sky.

It’s really too dense!

Such an AOE attack will cut even a fly into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

The snow on the ground was plowed into large and small, often short traces. The guard officer raised the shield in his hand. The iron-covered iris shield only lasted for less than three seconds before it was split open by the sound blade!

"Ah!" the guard screamed, and a blood streak slashed across his neck, and then two more streaks appeared on his forehead and cheeks, one on the left and one on the right. The clothes all over his body exploded at the same time, blood and flesh spattered and bones shattered, and he stood stunned.
Chapter completed!