Chapter 553 Hope
However, to their disappointment, although the tower was covered with dense cracks under the bombardment of the meteor explosion, as if it would collapse at any time, it finally held on and did not collapse.
At the same time, this attack seemed to anger the Star-Song followers in the tower.
After the tower trembled, several Star Song followers exuding a high-level aura quickly rushed out of the tower and began to search for external enemies.
Then, a foreign object with a volume of several hundred meters, like a chaotic and shapeless mass, squeezed out from the gate of the tower.
The nightmarish pitch-black body tumbled, making a disgusting sound like the sludge stirring in a sink, and rushed towards the attackers madly in an anti-gravity posture.
Unlike the previous strange flying dragon with high speed and destructive power, the flying speed of this mass-shaped strange polymer can only be said to be medium, but it carries extremely strong mental pollution.
Several spellcasters, even if they just looked at it, felt a sudden burst of frantic whispers and notes in their spiritual sea.
This is extremely fatal to magic professionals. Once their spiritual sea is polluted, it is very difficult for them to clear their own abnormal state, let alone cast spells that require precise guidance.
The world in their perception began to change drastically. The sky began to quickly turn into night, and the surrounding ground, ruined buildings, collapsed statues... everything in sight began to gush out dark green sticky mud-like substances, as if to pull them into the depths and completely corrupt them.
Even though I know rationally that all this is fake and some kind of illusion of the enemy, I still can't help myself.
They forcibly suppressed the changes in their sea of consciousness and activated their respective life-saving magic items. After barely regaining consciousness, several spellcasters quickly dispersed and fled.
The enemy's strength has exceeded their imagination. They have now given up the idea of continuing the attack and are preparing to join up with other large forces to build a defense line together and drag out the seven days.
While escaping, they activated the magic items they carried with them, intending to create some trouble for it and slow down its speed.
However, the latter's magic resistance was incredibly high, and several seventh-level spells such as Disintegration, Sunburst, Withering Curse, and other various spells caused very little damage to the black mass.
Soon, the two warriors and a spellcaster who were fleeing nearby were inevitably caught up one after another due to their relatively low strength, even though they had played all their cards.
With the last desperate howl, the changes in his own spiritual sea broke out completely, and a large number of blisters 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 their teammates, the remaining two spellcasters briefly escaped from the enemy's sight, and then relied on arcane props to quickly perform operations such as camouflage and clones.
As veteran spellcasters, their frontal attack capabilities may have their own advantages and disadvantages compared to combat professionals of the same level, but they have a large number of various life-saving magic items on them.
After some time, they successfully got rid of the enemy's pursuit and fled back to the base of the temporary alliance.
"How is it going?"
Upon learning that the two had returned, Princess Qunxing immediately put down what she was doing and began to ask about their situation.
"…The Hateful Dragon Beast was still within our resistance range, but when we used our super-level spells to deal with its sneak attack, we were powerless to stop the Chaos Fusion Monster that appeared afterwards.
It has a 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 defeat it with our strength alone!"
At this moment, the two reported their previous exploration experiences, with a strong sense of pessimism in their tone.
"We have to find a way to hold on here."
"Everything that exists has its weaknesses. There is no such thing as perfect."
After listening to their reports, the third princess Xingguang frowned and denied their pessimistic remarks.
She had to do this, otherwise allowing the news that the enemy was completely helpless to fight back to spread in the base would only lead to instability among the people.
"Don't be nervous. I will ask Mr. Sims for help later and ask him to help predict the enemy's weaknesses."
Having said that, she sent the two of them to go with the others to set up a magic defense array, and she quickly returned to her residence.
She needed to ask her fortune teller for help, even though the price each time he made a move was very high, but Xingguang no longer cared about that at this moment.
With a look of respect, 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 several times, the third princess had a bad feeling in her heart and pushed the door open without hesitation.
As soon as she opened the door, a pungent purple smoke floated out, irritating her so much that she could not help but squint her eyes and fan away the smoke with her hands.
The floor of the room was 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 in a daze, 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 in the slightest.
"Mr. 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 blankly and looked at the princess, his gray eyes full of bloodshot.
"We're screwed."
"???"
The other party's first sentence almost made Princess Starlight gasp for air.
"Before entering the Secret Realm of Glory, my predictions were misled. Now all I can see are death, nothing else. There is no way out. We are all doomed!"
As if sensing Princess Starlight's disbelief, Sims added with a numb expression.
"How could this happen? Is there any hope of escape?"
Forcing herself to calm down, the third princess immediately asked how to save her life.
After all, she was not a prophet, and she did not completely believe in the so-called inevitable death that the old prophet talked about.
"Hope? I want to know that too. Ever since we entered this city, the foreboding of death has been coming all the time, and it's getting closer and closer. It's useless even if we escape.
My ability to predict the future only allows me to hear the footsteps of death very clearly. It is getting closer and closer, and it will not take more than a day. "
With a smile uglier than crying, the old prophet pointed to the blue glowing mist like liquid in the stone basin in front of him.
"Before the countdown reaches the end, if there is a miracle, its color will turn green and tell me what I should do..."
However, before Princess Starlight could say anything, the two of them saw the mist in the stone basin suddenly glow with a faint emerald green light.
"!!"
Seeing this scene, the old prophet no longer cared about the princess. Instead, he cut his wrist with a somewhat crazy look and let his blood flow into the basin, fearing that this only ray of life would disappear.
As he moved, the smoke in the basin began to vibrate violently, and then suddenly, like an inverted waterfall, it quickly poured into the old wizard's head.
During this process, the old wizard's whole body was shaking violently as if he had epilepsy, but he always endured and did not miss any information.
"I see! It's an attack! We must attack! We must take that tower at all costs!! Any other location will mean certain death. Only that tower is our only way to survive!!"
At last, he roared suddenly.
As he said these words, he spat out another mouthful of blood, and his spirit visibly weakened, as if he had suffered some invisible blow.
At the same time, in the secret realm, watching a silver lightning controlled by Albins striking towards a seemingly empty place in the distance, Avis once again looked at the secret gold pocket watch in his hand.
The mithril watch hands turned another circle, and three magic hours had passed.
(End of this chapter)
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