338 Native Specialty (2/2)
If one died, Baro would add another one. Instantly, Ye Qingxuan could see around fifteen Flying Sycles hovering around them. They hid in the wind and continuously attacked the awoken clay puppets.
”Only fifteen? Make some more.” Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips. ”I've seen musicians who could summon a pack of wolves and each one was realistic and powerful! They could even break through shields…”
”You think phantom beasts are mass produced? I'm not the kind to specialize in phantom beasts either. Raising fifteen of these aggressive things is already hard enough!” Baro's face was beet red and he almost spat out blood. ”Don't compare me to those who had written their symphony of predestination and entered the Scepter level!”
”Really?” Ye Qingxuan chuckled. ”Just say you can't do it.”
Baro seriously was going to spit out blood as he glared. ”Ye Qingxuan, if I really do reach the Scepter level, everyone like you will die!”
Pissed off, Baro was much more generous in casting the music scores in his instrument. The speed of the fifteen Flying Sycles instantly tripled. They broke through the air silently but when they attacked, they were like angry axes. They were so fast one could not process their speed.
With a roar, Baro played three accented notes. The Flying Sycles immediately grouped and transformed into a vortex of death, swarming toward the approaching clay puppets. With a muffled boom, even the cracks were cut off by their wings.
Four burly clay puppets broke apart instantly. They fell to the ground, the red light in their eyes dimmed, and they shattered. Ye Qingxuan's eyes twitched as he saw the artistic statues be pulverized. His heart was in pain.
”Don't do it too hard…ah, whatever!” Ye Qingxuan forced himself to stop. He never thought that he would do such a taboo thing. Romulus's history had already been cut off. There were not many resources or evidence in the world. Their history was a mystery as well.
If the researchers saw them destroy these precious objects like this, they would probably get a heart attack. But for now, it was more important to save themselves than ancient relics. Otherwise, the relics would not be protected and they would be dead. They would probably be written into the next edition of ”Dumb Ways for Musicians to Die” and be tormented in death.
His thoughts were muddled but the historical scrolls Caligula had given him flashed through his memory. There was an entry in it that suddenly shocked him.
”We can't stay here for too long. Leave here first,” he called. ”Hurry up…as fast as possible!”
”Huh?” Sam, who was constructing a shield array, looked back. ”What's wrong?”
”If I guessed correctly, it'll be worse later.” Ye Qingxuan looked around at the gradually awakening warrior statues. More and more red eyes lit up in the darkness. He wiped at his cold sweat. ”Do you…do you know what the Romulusian army is most famous for?”
No one replied. The three who did not know history at all exchanged confused glances.
Ye Qingxuan moaned and sighed dramatically. ”Anyway, just hurry the f*ck out!”
What was the Romulusian army famous for? Was that even a question? Of course it was the Romulusian formation!
Boom! The giant boom was the sound of giant shields crashing onto the ground.
”Hoo ha!” Roars sounded amongst the clashing of metal and stone. Deep within the tunnel, nine statues stood shoulder to shoulder and put their shields together. On the ground, the metallic porcelain reflected the young musicians' faces. Then, the wall of shields pushed forward.
”Hoo ha!” The ground shook and whistles shot through the air. Lances! They were two-meter long red lances! The giant lances shot from the wall of shields like a thunderstorm. They broke through the ground with terrifying booms.
The booms sounded one after another. Scars were left in their path. The red lances burned like lava and arced through the air like falling stars. They had not yet arrived but the pressed down on the air, asphyxiating them.