Vol 5 Chapter 389: The singing of the prisoners

"We are cannonballs!
　　 scared the wizards!
　　 walking in hell,
　　 fell asleep soundly.
　　 There is a raging fire at his feet,
　　Fear and greed are always accompanied,
　　 No one dares to see! No one dares to see!
　　 We are the candles of Hell!
　　 never goes out!
　　 knock me down! Down with me!
　　 Death can't knock me down! "
　　 Along with the pitch-black ‘cannonballs’ falling from the sky, among the skinny prisoners above the equation of hell, the hoarse and deep singing gradually sounded.
　　 Siren, Lich, Worm, Beast, Bird, etc., no matter what their status outside the prison, in the dark prison, they have only one name-Prisoner.
　　 Degenerate into a demon is to survive, and to stay in the dark is to survive.
　　 rose up to resist, but also to survive. (First issue @(Domain name please remember_3
　　 Instead of turning into dust when the oil is exhausted, or becoming fuelwood for others to live, it is better to live to death when someone shakes their arms, and bravely shout out the magical obstacles in their hearts.
　　 At first, the singing voice was scattered and timid.
　　"...There is a raging fire at my feet,
　　Fear and greed are always accompanied,
　　 No one dares to see! No one dares to see! "
　　 The bowed dog monster lowered his head, as if he wanted to put his mouth into his chest, but his eyes turned upwards. The scarlet that belonged to the monster trembles slightly with the rolling and broken magma bubbles in the surrounding trenches.
　　 Gradually, the singing spread.
The staggering skeleton tears down his ribs and beats his bare skull; the circling harpy shakes its feathered wings, and strikes a crisp sound like a sword cry; the knocking bug farts hard, and the hidden spider just weaves. The outgoing net fiddled with the strings, and the slowly moving war elephant shook his head, waving the eighteen tentacles at the corner of his mouth, and slapped his cheek hard.
Ding ding, tapping, pops!
　　 The invisible Qi machine followed the song and evoked the emotions of all the prisoners. Different encounters were cooked together in a similar environment, exuding a weird aura of resentment and hope intertwined:
　　"...We are the candles of Hell!
　　 never goes out!
　　 knock me down! Down with me!
　　 Death can't knock me down! "
　　...
　　...
　　 Outside the Black Prison Castle.
The tens of thousands of sky lanterns floating in mid-air were smashed by parasite shells falling from the sky. Even if they were not damaged, they were blown away by strange winds from nowhere, making the original wasteland shrouded. The white light became a little broken and dim.
　　This allowed the original color of the black prison to reoccupy most of the sky.
　　 The magma surging in the trenches on the ground was not damaged at all. On the contrary, under the extraction of the Eye of Sauron, it became more and more, which turned the sky red.
　　 In front of the outer castle.
Hundreds of hunting teams, backed by the guardian formation, did not passively defend against the sudden violent prisoners and the insects that fell from the sky. Destroy one or two of Sauron's Eyes, and keep the flames of war tightly controlled outside the barbican.
　　 The raining spell rose and then fell.
　　 On the plains in front of the fort that had been desolate and silent, more and more corpses, carapace, and ashes of demons gradually accumulated. This caused the prisoners to be greedy under the fierce nature. They tore the wizards' summoned beasts, smashed the wizards' spells, and rushed around. Each prisoner's mouth was bulging and his belly was rounded.
　　 This is a feast about death.
　　 When the prisoners’ singing gradually sounded, the wizard’s hunting team began to suffer casualties. Teams continued to leave the battlefield and retreated to the rear to rest; another team was called from the back fort to supplement the line of defense.
　　And supporting all this, holding down the position, on the prisoner's side, there are a few great monsters and foreign gods; on the wizard's side, there are nine great wizards stationed in the outer fort.
　　 The true bodies of the nine great wizards were submerged by the turbulent black and red surroundings, losing a bit of dignity and compassion, but revealing more iron-blood solemn temperament.
　　The Taoist priest still pinched the Ziwu Jue, but Jianguang slowed a bit in the loud singing above the Hell Formula.
　　 The scholar playing the piano presses the strings with one hand and the other hand on his knees, accompanied by distant singing, beating the beat. He tilted his head, frowned slightly, and his face showed an expression of both irritation and joy.
　　 The monk sitting on the lotus platform with a knot on his face has no waves on his face. He squeezes the aquarium in his hand, his lips move slightly, and he chants his own scriptures.
　　 There are a few others—
The great ape lifted his eyelids, and two clear lights fell on Behemoth and looked at him; the green snake stood up as if it were a supporting sky vine, hissing intertwined with the roar of Eliza; the Scorpio had a high tail. Standing tall, the poisonous needle was spinning in mid-air as if out of control, always covering the area where Fukatsu Ryoko was located.
　　 As for the pagoda, giant coffin, and that gorgeous dress, there was not much movement from start to finish, as if they were really dead.
　　...
　　...
　　 "Someone has said that singing is the oldest spell."
　　 "But I don't think this sentence is completely correct... Dance should be added, singing and dancing are the original prototypes of ancient spells."
In the main castle of the Black Prison Castle, Professor Yao listened carefully to the howls floating over the battlefield, squinted, feeling the restlessness brewing in the air, the anxiety of the magic feedback, and couldn't help biting the pipe in his mouth, as if it were spicy The smoke can dilute the throbbing in my heart.
　　 He hasn't experienced this throbbing for a long time.
Next to 　　, a skinny old wizard with a large headscarf on his head heard the dean’s remarks, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "This is too right..."
　　 But before the words fell, the dean suddenly frowned, raised his hand to stop him from speaking, and then looked up. Several other deputy deans on this tower also raised their heads together and followed the gaze of the dean.
　　 is similar to Professor Yao.
　　 The same moment. x33 novel debut
On the highest tower of the Barbican, the three Senators of the Lower Moon Council; on the four or four towers of the Main Fort, the deans and deputy deans of the four colleges of the First University; On the city wall, the two vice presidents of the First University and many senior consultants also looked up at the dark sky almost at the same time.
　　 even includes the nine great wizards who are in confrontation, as well as several great monsters such as Behemoth and Sujiad.
　　 All high-ranking beings are serious and silent.
　　 The wind is blowing.
　　 Invisible pressure gushes out from every corner in all directions, flooding the sky and the earth, filling every trace of spicy air and every stream of hot magma.
　　 On the battlefield, the singing of the prisoners also gradually ceased under this ubiquitous pressure.
　　 is getting sparser and more fragmented.
　　 Even the fighting and fighting parties in the equation of became a little absent-minded. Hundreds of Sauron's Eyes gave up attacking the barbican defense array, flipped all over, looking overhead.
　　 until the singing completely disappeared.
　　 Then a strange roar rang behind the clouds—
　　 "Ang!"
　　 "Ah!"
　　Behind the black clouds, outside the rumbling thunder, a few melodious roars faintly sounded, like the sound of a fish reverberating in the deep sea, and like the sound of whales surging in a huge wave.
　　 The Behemoth, the behemoth who stood at the starting point of the equation of hell, stood up, his mane fluttering, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't hide his cheerful breath.
　　 It looked up to the sky and howled, its roar was full of joy:
　　 "Leviathan!"