Chapter 389 The Singing of the Prisoners
“We are cannonballs!
Let the wizards tremble with fear!
walking in hell,
Fall asleep soundly.
Underfoot is a blazing fire,
Fear and greed are always companions,
No one dares to look! No one dares to look!
We are the candles of hell!
Never go out!
Knock me down! Knock me down!
Even death cannot defeat me! "
Along with the pitch-black 'cannonballs' falling from the sky, this hoarse and low singing voice gradually sounded among the emaciated prisoners in the sky above the Hell Equation.
Sirens, lichs, bug monsters, beast monsters, bird monsters, 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 prison is to survive.
Standing up to resist is also to survive.
Rather than 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 always 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 turned upward hard. The scarlet red belonging to the demon trembled slightly with the rolling and breaking magma bubbles in the surrounding trench.
Gradually, the singing spread.
The staggering skeleton tore off its ribs and beat its bare skull; the hovering harpy vibrated its wings that were about to lose their feathers, making a crisp sound like the sound of swords; the kowtowing bug 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 cheeks 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 intertwined with 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.
The tens of thousands of sky lanterns floating in mid-air were smashed by the parasite 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 covered with debris. The white light became somewhat broken and dim.
This allowed the original colors of the Black Prison to occupy most of the sky again.
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 up by the guard formation. Facing the suddenly violent prisoners and insect monsters falling from the sky, they did not passively defend themselves. Instead, they briefly penetrated into the area covered by the Hell Equation from time to time to kill more threatening targets, and occasionally Destroy an Eye or two of Sauron to keep the war at bay.
Raindrops of spells rose, then fell.
On the originally desolate and lifeless plain in front of the castle, more and more monster corpses, carapace and ashes gradually accumulated. This instead aroused the ferocious greed of the prisoners. They tore apart the summoned beasts of the wizards, chewed up the spells of the wizards, and ran around. Every prisoner had a bulging mouth and a round belly.
It’s 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. They lost some of their dignity and compassion, but revealed more of a solemn and iron-blooded temperament.
The Taoist priest was still holding the Ziwu Jue, but the sword light was a little slower amidst the loud singing above the Hell Equation.
The scholar playing the piano pressed the strings with one hand and flexed his fingers on his knee with the other hand, beating the rhythm along with the singing in the distance. He tilted his head, frowning 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. He held the vase in his hand, moved his lips slightly, and recited 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 Scorpion's tail was high Raised 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, giant coffin and that gorgeous dress, there was not much movement from beginning to end, as if they were really dead things.
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"Someone has 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 Castle, 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 experienced this 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.
Similar to Professor Yao.
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, two of the First University 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 in the confrontation, 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.
More and more sparse and fragmented.
Even the two sides 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 around 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, there were faintly heard a few melodious roars, like the sound of Kun reverberating in the deep sea, or like the cry of whales 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 aura on its body.
It looked up to the sky and roared, its roar full of joy:
"Leviathan!"