Along with the pitch-black 'cannonballs' falling from the sky, above the Hell Equation, among the emaciated prisoners, this hoarse and low singing voice gradually sounded.
Kraken, lich, insect monster, beast monster, bird monster, etc., no matter what their status is outside the prison, in the black prison, they only have one name - prisoners.
The reason for degenerating into a demon is to survive, and the reason for living in the dark hell is to survive.
The purpose of resisting is to survive.
Instead of turning into a handful of dust after the lamp has dried up, or becoming the fuel for others to survive, it is better to live towards death when someone raises their arms and bravely shout out the demonic obstacles in their hearts.
At first, the singing was scattered and timid.
"... there is a blazing fire under your feet,
Fear and greed are constant companions,
No one dares to look! No one dares to look!”
The hunched-over dog demon lowered his head, as if he wanted to put his mouth into his chest, but his eyes tried hard to turn upwards. The scarlet red belonging to the demon trembled slightly with the rolling and breaking magma bubbles in the surrounding ditch.
Gradually, the singing spread.
The shambling skeleton tore off its ribs and beat its bare skull; the hovering harpy vibrated its feathery wings, making a crisp sound like the sound of swords; the kowtowing insect farted hard, and the hidden spider was weaving its just-made web.
The net that came out was playing with the strings, and the slowly moving war elephant was shaking its head, waving the eighteen tentacles at the corners of its mouth, and slapping its own cheek hard.
Ding ding ding ding, dong dong dong, bang bang!
The invisible energy follows the singing and evokes the emotions of all the prisoners. Different encounters are boiled together in similar environments, exuding a strange atmosphere of resentment and hope:
"...We are the candles of hell!
Never go out!
Knock me down! Knock me down!
Even death cannot defeat me!"
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Outside the Black Prison Castle.
Tens of thousands of sky lanterns floating in mid-air were smashed by the parasitic shells that fell from the sky. Even if they were not damaged, they were blown away by the strange wind that came from nowhere, causing the vast wasteland to be enveloped.
The white light became a little broken and dim.
This allowed the original colors of Hell to once again occupy most of the sky.
However, the magma surging in the trenches on the ground was not damaged at all. Instead, it became more and more under the extraction of the Eye of Sauron, turning the sky red.
In front of the barbican.
Hundreds of hunting teams backed by the guard formation, faced with the suddenly violent prisoners and insect monsters falling from the sky, did not passively defend, but briefly penetrated into the area covered by the Hell Equation from time to time, killing high-threatening targets, and occasionally
Destroy one or two Eyes of Sauron to keep the war under control outside the barracks.
Raindrops of spells rose and then fell.
On the originally desolate and silent plain in front of the castle, more and more monster corpses, carapace and ashes gradually accumulated. This in turn aroused the vicious greed of the prisoners, who tore apart the summoned beasts of the wizards and bit into pieces the wizards' flesh.
Spells were thrown around, and every prisoner had a bulging mouth and a round belly.
This is about the feast of death.
As the prisoners' songs gradually began to sound, the wizards' hunting teams began to suffer casualties. Teams continued to leave the battlefield and retreat to the rear to rest; more teams were transferred from the rear fortress to replenish the defense line.
And those who support all of this and hold the position down are, on the prisoners' side, a few great demons and foreign gods; on the wizard's side, there are nine great wizards stationed in the outer castle.
The true bodies of the nine great wizards were submerged by the surging black and red around them, losing some of their dignity and compassion, but revealing more of a solemn and iron-blooded temperament.
The Taoist priest still performed the Ziwu Jue, but the sword light slowed down a bit amid the loud singing above the Hell Equation.
The scholar playing the piano pressed the strings with one hand and flexed his fingers on his knees with the other, beating the rhythm along with the singing in the distance. He tilted his head and frowned slightly, with an expression of both irritation and joy on his face.
The monk sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform had a calm expression on his face, holding a vase in his hand, moving his lips slightly, and reciting his own scriptures and mantras unhurriedly.
There are a few others——
The giant ape raised his eyelids, and two misty clear lights fell on Behemoth, looking at him; the green snake raised its body, like a green vine stretching up the sky, and its hiss was intertwined with the roar of Eli Rose; the Scorpio's tail was high
Standing high, the poisonous needle seemed to be spinning out of control in mid-air, always covering the area where Fukatsu Ryoko was.
As for the pagoda, the giant coffin and the gorgeous dress, there was not much movement from beginning to end, as if they were really dead things.
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"Someone said that singing is the oldest spell."
"But I think this sentence is not completely correct... dance should be added. Song and dance are the original prototype of the ancient spell."
In the main castle of the Black Prison, Professor Yao listened to the howls floating above the battlefield. He squinted his eyes, feeling the restlessness brewing in the air and the anxiety reflected in the magic power. He couldn't help but bite the pipe in his mouth twice, as if it was spicy.
The smoke can dilute some of the throbbing in the heart.
He had not felt this kind of throbbing for a long time.
Next to him, a skinny old wizard with a wide turban on his head lit up after hearing the dean's lofty remarks. He immediately smiled and said: "This is so right..."
But before he finished speaking, the dean suddenly frowned, raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and then looked up. Several other vice-deans on the tower also raised their heads and followed the dean's gaze.
Look.
Similar to Professor Yao.
at the same moment.
On the highest tower of the outer castle, there are three senators of the Parliament under the Moon; on the four towers around the main castle, there are the deans and vice-deans of the four colleges of the First University; on the short wall of the inner castle, there are two
The vice principal and many senior consultants also raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at the dark sky.
It even includes the nine great wizards who are currently confronting each other, as well as several great demons such as Behemoth and Sujiad.
All high-ranking beings had serious expressions and remained silent.
Soothe the wind.
Invisible pressure surged out from all directions and every corner, filling the heaven and earth, filling every trace of spicy air and every stream of hot magma.
On the battlefield, the singing of the prisoners also gradually stopped under the ubiquitous pressure.
It's getting sparser and more fragmented.
Even the two sides who were fighting and fighting in the Hell Equation became a little absent-minded. Hundreds of Sauron's Eyes gave up attacking the defense formation of the outer castle, and all turned over and looked above their heads.
Until the singing completely disappeared.
Then there was an unfamiliar roar from behind the clouds——
"hold head high!"
"Ang!"
Behind the black clouds, apart from the rumbling thunder, a few melodious roars could be heard faintly, like the sound of a kun echoing in the deep sea, or like the cry of a whale surging among the huge waves.
The behemoth Behemoth standing at the starting point of the Hell Equation stood up, with its mane flying in all directions, its eyes wide open, and it was difficult to conceal the joyful atmosphere on its body.
It looked up to the sky and howled, its roar full of joy: