Chapter 592 Theater Troupe

Two minutes later, in the dead silence, there were only faint vibrations and shouts coming from the distance and below.

The meandering scarlet flowed down the steps, dyeing the edges of the crack in the ground red.

Just under Huai Shi's feet, the crack had begun to repair and close itself, slowly squirming like a monster chewing food.

Gradually, the limbs and faces squirming in the asphalt-like viscous liquid could no longer be seen, and the whining sounds faded away.

Huai Shi once tried to kill them, but they were completely connected to the entire heart of the eternal freezing furnace. Even if they were pulled out, they would quickly collapse into ashes. It won't be long before the remaining ashes will be pulled by invisible forces, return to the cracks, and reform into a numb face...

Everything here is like this.

It cannot be completely destroyed.

The supreme achievement left by the casters back then, the metal used is naturally the most precious and durable type. It can even extract the source material to repair itself, almost like a living body.

Now, these living metals connect them to each other, turning them into a desperate body...

Huai Shi took one last look at the crack behind her, stepped onto a higher level, and headed towards the top.

As the height gradually climbed, he had reached the middle of the tower, and the styles of the buildings he saw became more and more weird and beyond imagination.

Art from hell is here.

As the tower expanded and grew, even the walls of the tower could no longer cover the gradually expanding heart of the furnace, revealing the peaceful and tranquil land outside.

In a beautiful world like a paradise, large groups of people are still fighting fiercely, giving scarlet blood to the earth...

But Huaishi is still moving upward.

The further you go up, the more you realize that countless divergent roads are closing. As long as you go up, it seems that no matter which door you choose, you can reach the only end point... All climbers will eventually converge at one place.

There are more and more enemies.

Not only the Ascendants of Nightmare Eye and Ivy, but also the various weird groups they hired, even scholars and alchemists... and even the war machines left behind by the master of the Hell Workshop before his defeat.

The speed of advancement and climbing is getting slower and slower, and the situation is getting more and more difficult.

One battle after another.

Just like the wailing here, there is no end in sight...

Two hours later, Huai Shi sat tiredly on the steps, staring at the messy corpses in front of her, her fingers trembling slightly.

There were too many battles and too many enemies. Even Shao Siming, who was good at recovery, felt an overwhelming fatigue.

After using up the last supply of source material he got from Ivy, he barely regained some energy.

The wounds on the arms have re-grown under the effect of the silver-blood potion, but the metallic-colored scars criss-crossing the body look so tragic.

"How far is it?"

He leaned against the pillars and stared at the ceiling above him.

No one responded to the severely reduced frost giants around them. They just silently sharpened their weapons and took the time to rest, waiting to set off again, or waiting for the enemy to appear again.

Looking up from the edge of the cracked tower, the top of the tower seems to be hanging high, without moving even a little bit closer, as if it has been standing still.

This climb was too long and he was almost exhausted.

As if afraid that he would feel lonely.

The sound of iron boots rubbing against the floor sounded again from the stairs below, and the low footsteps from the Nightmare Eye overlapped.

Beside Huai Shi, the frost giants sitting cross-legged on the ground slowly stood up, shouldered their heavy weapons, and looked back towards the entrance.

There, a ten-man team of Nightmare Eyes slowly walked up from the stairs, with the smell of blood on their armor covered with slash marks.

The emblems of Nightmare Eye on his shoulders and shield slowly opened.

Glowing with a blood-red glow.

They took an impact stance and strode forward.

The battle begins!

Huai Shi sighed, holding the sword of virtue, and stood up slowly.

The sword blade was raised and pointed at the enemy.

Without any further orders or words, the frost giants were already running towards the enemy in the ice wind, their giant axes cutting through the air and colliding with steel.

A loud noise erupted.

After turning sideways to avoid the cursed arrow flying from behind the shield, Huai Shi stepped forward, turned deftly against the stabbing blade, and placed her palm on the attacker's helmet.

At that moment, a sound like a torrent swept out of the slender fingers.

That was the surging flow of blood.

Washing through the slender blood vessels, when they merge with each other, they glow with genuine thunder!

The heavenly drum beats.

--drummer!

A terrifying force comparable to a pile driver erupted from the palm of his hand. The violent force caused the opponent to fly backwards, knocking down several teammates and being smashed into the wall, unable to move.

The ferocious helmet quickly shattered, revealing the rough and cold face underneath, full of calm.

Even when Huai Shi stepped forward with a sword, he was not moved at all.

Be calm and face death.

But Huai Shi's footsteps stopped for a moment, she looked at his face and suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

The sublimate of Nightmare Eyes frowned, but did not speak. His eyes dropped, waiting for death.

"Can't you speak? Are you unwilling to talk to me, or... are you simply unable to speak?"

In the noisy commotion, Huai Shi's calm voice came, "Half an hour ago, I seemed to have killed you once...don't you remember?"

The mercenary with Nightmare Eyes was stunned, and soon, as if he finally remembered something, his face turned pale.

There was a sluggishness.

It seems like I can’t believe it myself.

"It's a good habit to remember the people you kill, right?"

Huai Shi looked around, ignoring the fighting around her, holding her chin and lost in thought: "So, am I being pulled into some illusion?

No, unless it is a crown-wearer level illusion, it should have no effect on me. The Mirror of Nothingness couldn't see anything... So, what kind of effect is this border relic using this tower? Being able to influence so many people should be close to the category of miraculous imprinting, right?

To be able to have such a degree of completion, there should be laws and secret rituals in it. It has not yet reached the level of a creator or a grand master. Such technical ability... Ivy? let me see……"

After a moment of pondering, he raised his head and asked softly: "If I guess correctly, this should be a trick of the 'troupe', right?"

With his words, the fighting came to an end.

Because all the movements of Nightmare Eye stopped in place, and soon, as if awakened from a dream, they finally realized where they were.

He looked around blankly, slowly dissipating into the air.

Never again.

But the scenery of the surrounding towers is changing rapidly, and splendid decorations emerge from the air, accompanied by gorgeous murals, thick curtains, high-hanging crystal lamps and other furnishings...

It was like arriving on a stage in an instant.

What he saw was a theater that was so gorgeous that it was difficult to describe it in words. Outside the stage, there were countless seats in the semi-circular stands.

Countless illusory figures are looking through exquisite telescopes.

There were boos and boos.

He was obviously very angry at the actor Huai Shi's behavior of breaking the fourth wall without authorization.

The surroundings of Huaishi suddenly became dark. In the darkness, a beam of light suddenly fell, illuminating the old man standing there. He wore a mask on his head and changed into luxurious and tasteless clothes. His fingers were covered with Precious ring.

"Pandron." He introduced himself.

Immediately afterwards, a second beam of light illuminated a man wearing a bachelor's attire, a tall hat and glasses, who introduced himself: "Doctor."

Then, there's the Major.

Harley Quinn I've seen before.

Immediately afterwards, an elegant and beautiful masked lady wearing a whalebone dress appeared from the light, bowed slightly and saluted: "First time meeting, Mr. Huaishi, I am Isabella."

Finally, there is the young farmer in ordinary clothes who looks tired and tired from work.

"I am Piero."

In addition to the other four members who are far away, now more than half of the "theater troupe" in the Twilight Township has come here and stood in front of Huai Shi.

The stingy rich man, the ignorant doctor, the cowardly major, the flamboyant servant, the vain lady, the cunning farmer...

The pillars that sustain the story are in place and the characters appear.

Became Huai Shi's enemy.

Huai Shi raised her eyebrows and sighed: "To be honest, I thought it would be Liz."

"Liz won't come here, Huai Shi, and you don't have to worry about her hiding somewhere for a sneak attack."

Pan Delong raised his hand, raised the brim of his hat, and said solemnly: "Students have embarked on the battlefield, and teachers should try their best to pave the way for their future and eliminate some small bumps...

In front of you now, there is only us, only the troupe. "

Huai Shi couldn't help but shake his head: "The more you beat the less, and in this way, how can you say such a despicable thing in such a high-sounding way?"

"There's no way, just like some stigmas are particularly good at fighting, there are also some stigmas that are particularly bad at it." Pan Delong responded leisurely: "Unlike other stigmas, the troupe's stigmas require sufficient preparation before they can perform well. In normal times, Basically of no use...

After all, most of us are teachers and scholars by profession, and are not good at fighting or fighting, so once we have to fight, we will try to outnumber the enemy, just like now..."

Before he finished speaking, Huaishi pulled out Lord of the Flies and pointed it at Pandron's face without any warning.

Repeat the same trick and pull the trigger.

Ultra-small judicial institution·Lord of the Flies—maximum contribution, liberation!

The dazzling beam of light flew out silently at that moment, carrying intense heat, tearing apart the old face, piercing through his body, and then soared out of the theater.

Originally, two updates were posted at the same time, but it looks like I can’t catch up. There will be another update later.