Chapter 553: Hope

However, to their disappointment, under the bombardment of the meteor explosion, the tower had dense cracks, as if it would collapse at any time, but in the end it still persisted and did not collapse.

At the same time, this attack seemed to anger the Songxing believers in the tower.

After the tower body trembled, several Songxing believers exuding high-level auras quickly rushed out of the tower and began to search for foreign enemies.

Then, a mass of foreign objects with a volume of hundreds of meters, like a chaotic and amorphous mass, squeezed out of the gate of the tower.

The nightmarish black body surged, with an abominable sound like mud stirring in a sink, and rushed towards the attackers in an anti-gravity posture.

Unlike the high speed and destructive power of the previous strange flying dragon, the flying speed of this mass-like strange polymer can only be said to be medium, but it carries an extremely strong mental pollution.

Even if several spellcasters just looked at it, they felt a sudden burst of frantic whispers and notes in their spiritual sea.

This is extremely fatal to magic professionals. When the spiritual sea is polluted, it is very difficult for them to clean up their abnormal state, not to mention casting spells that require precise guidance.

The perceived world began to change drastically, the sky began to quickly turn to night, and the surrounding ground, broken buildings, collapsed statues... Everything in sight began to pour out a large amount of dark green sticky mud-like substances, as if to pull them into the depths and completely corrupt them.

Even if they knew rationally that all this was false and was some kind of illusion of the enemy, they still couldn't extricate themselves.

Forcibly suppressing the changes in the spiritual sea, while activating their own life-saving magic items, after barely regaining consciousness, several spellcasters quickly dispersed and fled.

The enemy's strength has exceeded their imagination. They now give up the plan to continue the attack and prepare to join other large forces to build a line of defense together to drag through these seven days.

While running for their lives, they activated the magic props they carried with them, intending to cause some trouble for it and delay its speed.

But the latter's magic resistance was surprisingly high, and several seventh-level disintegration spells, Yangyan explosion, withering curse and other various spells were cast, but the damage caused to the black mass was negligible.

Soon, the two warriors and a spellcaster who were fleeing nearby were inevitably caught up one after another due to their low strength, even if they played all their cards.

In the last burst of desperate wails, the changes in his spiritual sea completely broke out, and a large number of swelling bubbles and wriggling pink granulations broke out on the surface of his body, and then he was swallowed by the huge mass.

But relying on the "cover" of his teammates, the remaining two spellcasters briefly escaped from the enemy's sight, and then relied on the secret props to quickly perform camouflage, clone and other operations.

As veteran spellcasters, perhaps their frontal attack capabilities have their own advantages and disadvantages compared with the same-level warrior system, but they have a particularly large number of various life-saving magic props.

After a while, they successfully got rid of the enemy's pursuit and fled back to the base of the temporary alliance.

"How is the situation?"

Upon learning that the two had returned, Princess Qunxing immediately put down her work and began to ask about the two.

"... The previous abomination dragon beast was still within the range of resistance, but when we solved its sneak attack with super-level spells, we were unable to stop the chaos fusion monster that appeared afterwards.

It has extremely strong mental pollution. And its magic resistance is amazingly high. The effects of all seventh-level spells on it are very weak. We can hardly resist it with our strength alone!"

At this moment, the two reported their previous exploration experience, with a strong pessimistic tone.

"We must find a way to hold on here."

"Any existence will have its weaknesses, and there can be no truly perfect things."

After listening to the two's reports, the third princess Xingguang frowned and denied the pessimistic remarks of the two.

She had to do this, otherwise letting the news that the enemy was completely unable to resist spread in the base would only lead to instability.

"Don't be nervous. I will ask Mr. Sims for help later and ask him to help predict the enemy's weakness."

As she said this, she sent the two of them to set up the magic defense array with others, and she quickly returned to her residence.

She needed to ask her prophet for help, even though the price of each shot was very expensive, but Xingguang could not care so much at this time.

With a respectful look, she knocked on the door of the residence of Reginal Sims, the seventh-level prophet who followed her into the Secret Realm of Glory.

For some reason, no one responded in the room. After knocking on the door again and again, the third princess, who had a sense of foreboding in her heart, no longer hesitated and pushed the door open suddenly.

As soon as she opened the door, a pungent purple smoke floated out, which stimulated her to squint her eyes and fan it with her hands.

The floor of the room was in a mess, with invalid prophecy arrays, fragments of exploded crystal balls, runes drawn with unknown blood, scattered strange cards and other debris everywhere.

The prophet Sims, with messy hair and robes, sat in the middle of the clutter, with a stone basin in front of him that was emitting a thick light blue glowing mist. Even when the door suddenly opened, he did not react at all.

"Sir Sims? What happened here?"

Seeing the old prophet's current appearance, Princess Starlight's ominous premonition became even stronger.

Hearing Princess Starlight's question, the old prophet turned his head and looked at the princess blankly, his gray eyes full of bloodshot.

"We are finished."

"???"

The other party's first sentence almost made Princess Starlight gasp.

"Before entering the Secret Realm of Glory, my prophecy was misled. Now all the prophecy pictures I can see are death, nothing else. There is no way, we are all finished!"

As if he felt Princess Starlight's disbelief, Sims added with a numb face.

"How could this happen? Is there any hope of escape?"

Forcing herself to calm down, the third princess immediately asked about the way to save her life.

After all, she is not a prophet, and she will not completely believe the so-called death fate of the old prophet.

"Hope? I want to know, too. Since we entered this city, the prediction of death has been coming all the time, and it is getting closer and closer. Even if we escape, it is useless.

My prediction ability only allows me to hear the footsteps of the god of death very clearly. It is getting closer and closer, and it will not take more than a day."

Showing a smile that is uglier than crying, the old prophet pointed to the blue glowing mist in the stone basin in front of him that looked like liquid.

"Before the countdown reaches the end, if there is a miracle, then its color will turn green and tell me what I should do..."

However, before Princess Starlight can say anything else, in the eyes of the two, the mist in the stone basin suddenly lights up a little emerald green light.

"!!"

Seeing this scene, the old prophet no longer cared about the princess, but cut his wrist with a crazy look, letting his blood flow into the basin, fearing that this only ray of life would disappear.

With his action, the smoke in the basin shook violently, and then suddenly rushed into the old wizard's head like an inverted waterfall.

During this process, the old wizard was shaking violently like a man with epilepsy, but he was patient and didn't miss a single bit of information.

"I saw it! It's an attack! We must attack! We must take down that tower at all costs!! Any other place will lead to death, only that tower is our only way out!!"

At the end, he roared suddenly.

While saying these words, he spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his spirit was visibly weakened, as if he had suffered some invisible heavy blow.

At the same time, in the secret realm, watching the silver thunder controlled by Albins and striking towards a seemingly empty place in the distance, Avis looked at the secret gold pocket watch in his hand again.

The hands of the secret silver watch turned another circle, and three magic hours of time had passed.