The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 214 No.30 Act Seven
The central city of Andorhal.

It used to be the city hall, but it has long been shrouded by the magic barrier. On the top of the dilapidated house, a huge black ball is slowly rotating. It is absolutely black, as if all the light has been sucked in. The weird feeling of going crazy.

The world inside the magic barrier is dark purple, with countless tentacle monsters wandering around, roaring lowly, forming a perverted scene.

And beneath that huge black ball, a hooded figure was sitting on the fallen wall.

He was a little bored watching the three ghostly fires dancing in his palm and slowly turning. The tentacle monsters didn't seem to be interested in him, and he didn't set his sights on these ugly and twisted monsters.

However, soon, a slight wave of magic power reached his position, causing the man to raise his head and look west.

"come yet?"

He whispered in a steady voice, then stood up.

A gust of wind blows inexplicably, rolling up a little bit of sand.

After the wind passed, that person had disappeared.

"It seems that the other party really likes this kind of tentacle monster."

Rosen looked at the dense monsters ahead and sighed softly.

The few of them met at dawn and soon came to the vicinity of the central city, but this place has long been distorted by magic power, covering it with a layer of dim magic barrier.

"Be careful, the silver-ranked void shambler from before has disappeared, and now I don't know if it is lurking around here."

Karen reminded that the Void Shambler can create a small void area on the main material plane to hide his figure, so it is difficult to guard against.

"Don't worry about that monster, it has lost any breath last night, it must have been killed."

Vivienne said, she looked at her heroic spirit, and continued.

"Instead of caring about that, let's think about how we can break through here."

Hearing Vivienne's words, everyone looked at the magic barrier in front of them.

This magic barrier is not a type that completely isolates the outside world, but is more like it is set up to prevent the internal magic power from escaping. It is not difficult to get in, but it takes a certain amount of effort to get out of it. It's time.

In other words, what follows will be a battle with almost no retreat.

"Do you have any plans?"

Langton asked, it is not difficult for them to break through forcefully, but it is equivalent to declaring war on an existence that can summon a silver-rank monster, so I don't need to point out what it means.

"You can still have a plan, just kill it directly."

Vivienne asked back, speaking as it should.

"Uh, won't this look a little too ostentatious?"

Langton looked at Karen, hoping that this steady girl could say a few words for him.

"Well, indeed, at this time, this simple method is the most effective."

However, what Kallen said was in agreement with Vivienne's opinion.

"Yes."

Even Rosen nodded slightly, Langdon looked at Ai Xue, the girl showed a helpless smile, and did not speak.

"Then it's decided."

Vivian clapped her hands, ignoring Langton who hesitated to speak.

Her heroic spirit also lifted its hood, revealing her face.

This is a rather handsome man.

Brown curly hair was formed into a ponytail at the back of his head, a pair of rimless glasses was worn on his handsome face, and he was wearing a plain robe with only a book hanging around his waist, which seemed quite important.

"My Heroic Spirit class is [Bard]."

Vivian said that the men beside her also saluted Langton and the others.

"My name is Charles Collins, and I am just an unknown poet in history."

Having said that, when they heard his name, Caroline and Langdon showed slightly surprised expressions.

"Genius playwright Charles? I grew up listening to the stories in your plays"

Langton said, he suddenly had a feeling of seeing an idol.

But soon, Langdon also realized what was involved.

When Charles Collins was alive, he was actually not very famous. He was poor, and the script he wrote was ridiculed by people because it was too out of date. Until his death due to illness, there was only one theater that performed his script once. Most of the time, he is in extreme distress.

As for his fame, it was only a few years later that his manuscript was discovered by another playwright, and then he was able to show it to the world. Eventually, he became famous in history and became a representative of a group of playwrights.

Therefore, it is normal for him to say that he is an unknown poet in history.

But what power does a poet possess?Langton couldn't help being a little curious.

As if to confirm his curiosity, the bard opened the book on his waist, and at the same time took out a quill from nowhere.

"My ability is the so-called 'realization of fantasy', but the price I paid is quite high."

As he spoke, he wrote words in the book.

In the air around the bard, countless silvery-white words flashed quickly, dazzling, and Langton only saw words such as "Immortal Iron Wall" and "Broken Steel Holy Sword", and more of them were ancient words. And cumbersome modifiers.

"As long as he can describe something, he can realize it. The clearer the description, the stronger the power of the formed thing, but in the end it is just a fake, just like this bloody end, even if you use it again Gorgeous rhetoric, and it cannot be fully replicated."

Vivian shrugged, and then drew out the bloody sword behind her.

The bard just finished writing, and all the words appeared at the same time, and then, a silvery white shimmer appeared around everyone.

"This is the most basic protection. It is enough to deal with all physical and magic attacks below the black iron level. I don't have any fighting ability, so I can only rely on this to help everyone."

Langton felt that his body seemed to be a lot lighter. He clenched his fists and felt that his strength had increased a little. It seemed that this protection was an all-round gain, and he felt no side effects.

"Although it's not as good as a true bestowed warlock, his ability has a considerable degree of freedom, which is quite powerful."

Hearing his master's praise, the bard only smiled and nodded.

"I have written enough heroic epics during my lifetime, but I didn't expect to become a part of this legend after my death. For me, this is enough."

He said, then looked ahead, where the monsters gathered.

"Next is the stage for the heroes to actively fight. It's better for the so-called handymen to leave the stage as soon as possible. Now let me clear the obstacles and open a way for everyone."

The bard said, in front of him, an army was gradually taking shape.

These soldiers wore different armors, which looked like a combination of different eras and different regions. The only thing they had in common was that their clothes were all tattered, and many of them even had arrows and sharp knives stuck in their bodies, as if they had fallen A defeated army is average.

But unlike the losers who are purely right, their eyes are burning with an immortal will.

"This is the 'Army of Defeat', an army formed by all the losers in history. Although they are losers, they still have the combat power to reverse the outcome."

As the bard spoke, he waved the quill in his hand, and the entire legion assembled into a battle formation and rushed forward.

"Come on, show the world your strength!"

(End of this chapter)