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”F*ck!” All the anticipating musicians choked at the same time and wished they could gouge their eyes out.

Amidst the retching sounds, Baro's face darkened. Covering his face, he muttered, ”I was forced to, I was forced to, I was forced to…”

The moment the girl turned around, the tiles started shaking. Seven holes appeared on the ground and seven dwarves jumped out. ”To fight for you, my princess!” the seven muscular and bearded dwarves yelled in unison.

Waving hammers, axes, flails, and swords larger than themselves, they rushed into the Romulusian formation. The giant shield formation crumbled under their attacks. The dwarves jumped up and down around the clay warriors, deftly shattering the metallic porcelain armor.

Their speed and strength were both incredible and unbelievable. They were extremely agile as well. None of them slacked off, and they all worked together, one kicking and the other hacking away…

These were not summoned objects! They were practically seven top-class knights! Everything in their paths was destroyed. They had no enemies! Within ten minutes, the hundred-man clay battalion was forced back. Finally, the dwarves disappeared along with the white dress.

Baro and Miller had also returned to the protective ring and even gotten the upper hand temporarily. There were no problems other than being embarrassed.

Many of the musicians stared at Baro, hoping he could do that again. Some girls were even willing to give him their dresses…

”Don't even think about it!” Baro roared with a red face. ”I'd rather die than humiliate myself again!”

”Psh…” Many pursed their lips and looked away in disappointment.

Pained cries sounded again. However, this was from a musician rather than the wildly advancing clay warriors. A man with half his chest ripped apart was brought over. Blood flowed like a river and he was on his last breath. Miller and two other choir musicians rushed over without hesitation.

Many of the musicians looked into the distance while fighting. They were in the side wing and, other than the few united groups, someone else was fighting against the Romulusian formation.

One person was at the very front. The dirty and pathetic-looking young man squatted on the ground with his sharp teeth bared. He roared and his wild aura spread in all directions. He was not singing a melody but was roaring like a wild beast. The thundering melody had a crazed beauty. The music notes played like a group of beasts growling while killing.

It was fierce, crude, and shockingly pure.

Countless strange apparitions flashed in his vicinity as the melody changed. Wild beasts appeared one after another. It was enough to destroy one's mind but the deathly wild beastly nature had no effect on him. Instead, they worked reverently to his roars.

He did not clean the mud under his feet. Instead, he let the clay warriors emerge, tearing them apart immediately after. Countless invisible mouths were hidden around him.

The being squatted obediently in the area Casper had marked for it. Anything, even teammates, that dared to approach were ripped to shreds. It was like a rabid guard dog or wild wolves supervising their territory—it was a pure beast.

Casper Hauser.

Even while interpreting, Ye Qingxuan could feel the strange wolf-like aura that rose to the sky like smoke. Turning around involuntarily, he saw the hunched yet wild figure with shocked eyes. He had never seen alienation to this extent!

”What's wrong?” Colt's thin voice floated into his ears. ”Curious?”

Ye Qingxuan looked away. He knew it was wrong to ask about others' personal matters but he could not help it. ”What's wrong with him?”