Chapter 423 Art Is Explosion

"What's going on?"

"It was just a simple explosion..."

"These tentacles...actually...ran away?"

[Lord of the Night] felt that he was about to doubt his life.

In his eyes, these explosives, except for the fact that they were a little more frightening and there were more of them, were almost incomparable to the [Darkness] he controlled in terms of characteristics.

Relying on a group of physical bombs, can these pale tentacles be eliminated?

It's just a pipe dream!

But the scene he saw completely overturned his cognition.

The witch, holding a bomb, scared away the many pale tentacles around her with one hand...

At a certain moment, even [Lord of the Night] almost thought that the witch was holding gunpowder and wanted to blow herself up to end it all, so as not to see a darker and more desperate scene.

But he never expected that this witch could become a savior-like role!

He looked closely and was almost dumbfounded.

"Wait..."

"Isn't this witch the one who almost got into trouble before and almost died when she passed through the iron gate when the red alarm sounded?"

[Lord of the Night] looked carefully for a few times and suddenly felt that the witch holding the gunpowder was very familiar.

After recalling it, he finally remembered who the witch was.

His face immediately became strange.

Damn it, how could this witch appear on the ship, and accurately find the location of the gunpowder and affect this group of monsters?

However.

There was no time to think about these questions...

After a round of bombardment by gunpowder, the pale tentacles only stopped their attack briefly.

But when it was ready to go again, it immediately rolled towards the surrounding witches again.

The scene was very terrifying!

At this moment, there were only about half of the witches present.

If Chen Ye hadn't entered the interior of the ship, found the gunpowder, and drove away some of the areas where the pale tentacles were most concentrated, I'm afraid that at least dozens of witches would have died in the previous round of attack.

But the gunpowder seemed to have a frightening effect on the pale tentacles...

After bombing the most concentrated and dense areas, many tentacles fled in panic. They were not so concentrated and dense, and even the offensive was weakened a lot. Only then did they barely protect the dozens of witches and weaken the offensive of the pale tentacles.

Boom! ! !

Boom! ! !

Seeing these pale tentacles rolling in again...

Chen Ye picked up the gunpowder and screamed in "fear", throwing the gunpowder in his hand away, as if it was an instinctive and random behavior.

But it was such a stupid thing to do...

Whenever the flames rose and the explosions sounded violently, a large area of ​​pale tentacles would shrink back again.

Seeing this scene, [Lord of the Night] finally reacted and shouted:

"All members, concentrate!"

"These gunpowders can have a certain restraining effect on monsters!"

"All of you return to the ship, prepare the artillery, and fire at these disgusting monsters!"

As soon as the voice fell, the tentacles made of the night turned into platforms, dragging up the figures of the witches scattered around, just like the monster's tongue stretched out, and rolled the witches into its mouth one by one.

However, these witches returned to the familiar ship, and it seemed that this familiar environment could bring a little sense of security to their panic hearts.

Just like a frightened house cat, when encountering a threat, it always thinks of returning to the cage as soon as possible, and can find a little sense of security in that familiar place.

After returning to the ship, these witches seemed to have found their lost brains and regained some rationality. They began to follow the instructions of [Lord of the Night] and stuffed all the gunpowder in the black box into the rail gun barrel on the side of the ship's deck.

Zizizizi!

The flames jumped, accompanied by the sound of the fire line being ignited, echoing in every corner of the ship.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

The gunpowder, like a meteor sweeping the tail, suddenly flew out from the muzzles of each rail gun in a graceful arc, launching a crazy attack on the pale tentacles around.

Just like when the pale tentacles devoured the witch before, it was so crazy!

In the blazing firelight, not only did all the tentacles within the explosion range run away...

Even the tentacles that were closer to the source of the explosion chose to flee in panic.

"It works!?"

The witches saw this scene and couldn't help but look excited. They felt that they had finally found hope from the desperate environment.

There was no need for the [Lord of the Night] to issue extra orders again...

These witches seemed to be the natives of the City of Destiny. Following the instinct of seeking benefits and avoiding harm, they desperately stuffed the cannons into the barrels, just to fire them as quickly as possible.

Boom boom!!!

Boom boom!!!

In the round after round of gunpowder bombardment, the pale tentacles were frightened and retreated step by step. Not only did they fail to form a better encirclement defense line, but they were also defeated by the gunpowder and became scattered like sand, and it was difficult to gather the fierce offensive as before.

The witch's movements were getting faster and faster, and the speed of gunpowder firing was getting more and more frequent.

Every second, countless gunpowders broke through the gray sky at the same time.

Fortunately... there is enough gunpowder. No matter how the witches squander it, they can hardly use it up.

[Lord of the Night] watched this scene from the side, but didn't say much.

Obviously, the range and intensity of the firepower have exceeded the speed of the pale tentacles.

In this case, the best way is to slow down as much as possible.

Save the amount of gunpowder used.

In this way, this resource can be used in a longer-term and lasting way.

But now [Lord of the Night] doesn't bother to care so much!

Anyway, this batch of gunpowder is not his personal property at all. Even if it is used up, it has nothing to do with him.

It's all those bastards in the organization who made him perform tasks far beyond his level.

In that case, what's wrong with using more resources in the organization?

If it's all used up... then blame yourself for not asking for enough at the beginning, and blame the "force majeure" factor of this mission.

At this moment.

[Lord of the Night] used his divine thoughts to scan the number of witches present, and nodded:

"Not bad, there are 320 witches left, which should be enough to complete the ritual..."

The only regret is that he did not discover this method earlier.

In the process of driving the night domain of [Darkness] and sending the surrounding witches to the ship, some witches were inevitably devoured by the pale tentacles and lost their lives.

If these witches can be saved...

Then.

The speed of firepower coverage will only be more fierce than it is now!

This ship has no other advantages, but there are enough gunpowder muzzles.

I don't know who designed this ship, but there are so many muzzles left...

Does He believe in "art is explosion"?

At this time.

[Lord of the Night] once again covered the entire scene with divine thoughts and sent a message to all witches:

"Start the ritual and close the channel."

At this time, after the witches present repelled the pale tentacles, they had gained enough living space.

Adapting to the crisis in front of them, they were not as panicked as before.

They could understand what the [Night Lord] said.

The group of witches did not dare to neglect it and immediately began to carry out the ceremony according to what the [Night Lord] said.

However.

When the witches carried out the ceremony, they needed to concentrate their mental strength, look pious, and communicate with the ancient and unknown existence in a prayer-like mode.

Therefore, at this point in time, the witches did not have the extra energy to move the gunpowder and stuff it into the barrel.

In order to increase the success rate of the ceremony...

And.

The more witches participated in the ceremony at the same time, the faster it would be.

Therefore, the [Night Lord] chose to invest two hundred witches at one time to hold this ceremony.

Only the original one hundred witches were left to continue to perform the previous physical work - stuffing gunpowder into the barrel to block the attack of the pale tentacles.

However, with nearly two-thirds of the witches missing, the coverage and frequency of the gunpowder naturally dropped a lot.

Even if the [Lord of the Night] used more characteristics of [Nightfall] to differentiate the Nightfall Stream and tried to replace the labor of the two hundred witches, it was still difficult to make up for the lack of firepower due to the difference in numbers.

Bang Bang! !

Bang Bang! !

More and more pale tentacles broke more holes in the glass display case.

In the next round, the attack of the pale tentacles became more fierce than ever before!

When the witches came together, holding hands, and performing the ceremony...

The pale tentacles obviously sensed an uneasy atmosphere that was growing and spreading in front of them.

Triggered their most primitive violent state!

Countless pale tentacles, like crazy, emerged from the hole, almost filling the entire venue.

The witches had to reduce the coverage of the gunpowder and try to compress the defense line smaller, so that the coverage and frequency of the gunpowder would be increased.

After all, with the same amount of gunpowder, the bombardment range is reduced, so the frequency and density will naturally increase.

In addition.

[The Instigator Witch] was not idle and watched the battle stupidly. She held the star staff and waved it left and right. The ripples of the stars turned into water and spread out, creating one "illusion curtain" after another.

The walls composed of "illusion curtains" separated the battlefield, like a maze-like intricate passage, isolating the pale tentacles, trying not to let them gather together, and needing to take a "detour" to reach the center of the battlefield.

In this way, it can be regarded as a part of the attack of the pale tentacles.

And the witches' ritual was just started.

All the witches sang the mysterious, ancient and ethereal chant with clear voices.

The low singing exuded a sense of mystery, as if it came from a distant time and space.

When the voices of the witches overlapped and played at the same frequency, they formed a nearly perfect harmony.

This part of the harmony, like a grand symphony, echoed under the gray sky, as if communicating with an ancient and mysterious existence.

At a certain moment, Chen Ye suddenly felt that this song seemed to lead to the "depths" connected to his own spirituality, where there seemed to be a pair of eyes from infinite height, watching everything happening on the field.

The witches' chorus reminded Chen Ye of the nuns' chorus he heard when he arrived at the Burning Sun Church last time.

However, the chorus of the [Sisters of the Burning Sun] communicated with the "Lord of the Eternal Burning Sun".

With the help of the light of the [Sisters of the Burning Sun] to purify and kill evil, the filth of this world was dispelled.

But the witches' chorus was essentially no different from the [Sisters of the Burning Sun]. However, the feeling it brought to Chen Ye was more profound and mysterious.

Chen Ye's mind moved, and he opened the Eye of Luck, and saw the different signs of luck surrounding the witch.

The surrounding gray shadows began to surge towards the direction of the witch.

These gray shadows were no longer just attached to the [Lord of the Night], but merged with each witch.

However, it was different from the scene when he just entered the iron gate.

These gray shadows were not simply attached to the backs of the witches, but seemed to be united with their figures, their existence, their souls and thoughts.

Transformed into the most primitive spiritual torrent, floating and circling.

Then.

These gray shadows were separated from the witch.

But at this time, the gray shadows seemed to have undergone some unexpected changes.

As if they had their own consciousness, they rushed straight towards the sky above the gray sky.

Countless gray shadows rushed into the sky, forming a deep and magnificent vortex, connecting the sky and the earth, and turned into a vortex-like passage, leading to an unknown area.

The next second...

Chen Ye saw that at the end of the vortex, there was a glazed light that was slowly gestating.

Then, the glazed light differentiated into silky threads, as if it fell from the sky, and lightly rested on Chen Ye's shoulders.

"These lines..."

Chen Ye's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly realized something.

Is it the last characteristic item related to his promotion to the fourth level?

At this time, Chen Ye recalled that he had only fused nine different characteristic items to reach the half-step fourth-level main occupation.

But if he wanted to advance to the fourth level, he needed to fuse eleven to twelve different characteristic items.

Adding the two "white flute" and "broken bone finger", he was still short of the last characteristic item.

Chen Ye originally speculated that if he advanced to the fourth level, would he only need ten characteristic items to successfully advance because the characteristic items he chose were too high-level.

However, he thought about it carefully and realized that this method would definitely have negative effects.

Referring to the instability shown by Emiya...

But now, with the signs of the last characteristic item, Chen Ye can be sure that he can safely and formally advance to the fourth level!