Yang Zicang noticed that there were always only a few resisters around him. Of the dozen or so figures that had been present, a third were no longer in the arena.
With Tong Wenqi’s help, Yang Zicang pressed forward. His long spear materialized from the spinning Grav-Arc and instantly blazed with orange light.
This seemingly ordinary radiance shone dazzlingly in the mental field, emboldening his teammates and intimidating the enemy!
Boom!
The spear, trailing orange flames, shot toward the throne on the wall—or rather, the nest of hollow eyes!
Yang Zicang’s figure streaked through the phantoms, crossing twenty meters in an instant alongside his spear. The spear then surged with a sudden burst of speed to cover the final twenty meters and slammed into the nest of sound waves disguised as the throne!
Several resisters rushed in front of the spear at supersonic speed!
With an explosion, one after another, three resister clones detonated into ripples. The spear’s orange virtual flame dimmed to red, with only faint orange arcs indicating it still carried over ninety thousand Chronos as it stabbed into the very center of the nest.
Crack, bang!
The massive eye-throne blasted apart with a roar.
–That really is one of its key spots!–
Yang Zicang felt as if his will had been clouded before, never once turning his thoughts in this direction until the sudden realization struck him just moments ago.
[I feel I’ve been deceived by those murmurs.]
{Too late. Your last chance has vanished.}
[The nameless guardian is reborn with the title of a monarch: the King of Sound Waves.]
The thought-voice of the nameless resister rang out in everyone’s hearts. He burst into maniacal laughter as he emerged from the shattered eye socket, his throat vibrating, sending out tangible ripples that spread in all directions.
–Thank you two for granting me this opportunity to reappear.-
Having gained the legion’s title, the resister manifested a red energy robe resembling an honorary gown. The King of Sound Waves’ eerie eyes fell upon Yang Zicang and Cheng Yunze, who were locked in combat with the energy figures on the field. From his throat, human words emerged with crystal clarity.
–Thank you? What do you mean?-
A hundred meters away, the people by the wall exclaimed in shock and anger.
–Is he saying that without us, he wouldn’t have appeared?!-
These supporters who had drawn fire from many energy armies could already feel their force fields shattering faster. The density of energy bullets manifested from sound waves had increased by roughly two to three tiers. Countless times compressed within the bullets were the final cries of the dead—carrying their wails, curses, and condemnations—crashing into the rows of force fields, turning into spreading clouds of energy like diffusing smoke.
–From the final thought waves emitted by these departed souls, you two are the ones who birthed this hell, hehehe, hahaha.-
The Sonic Tide King raised a hand, and several distorted human faces—like clusters of spheres fused together—charged toward the Silver Lance Yang Zicang had shot out again.
Though he could easily shatter them, Yang Zicang swiftly withdrew the half-thrust long spear.
For within those spheres were unmistakably Morri’s head, and the heads of several others he had seen before.
These were their final thoughts!
Yang Zicang gnashed his teeth and roared: –Disperse their thoughts at once!-
The Defier withdrew his hand, and the spheres quickly retreated.
–Do you think that’s possible? But perhaps, once you become my general, I can make him your capable right-hand man again.-
The Defier smiled at Yang Zicang: –How about it? Let your friend be revived, yes? Just nod, and it can be done.-
Revive?
Yang Zicang’s eyes went wide in shock.
As these words left his mouth, the Sonic Tide King spread his arms wide, as if welcoming the dawn, welcoming the future.
[The Unnamed Guardian of Sackbird has founded a legion: Soundwave Phalanx.]
Behind him, the circular wall, fractured into countless cracks, erupted with dense sound waves that manifested into circular black vinyl records, each as large as a super millstone.
Several eyeball speakers, like tongues of flame, twisted the air around the energy-manifested record.
Wave‑like tones emerged from these eyeballs. The crowd and the hundreds of thousands of Chronos investors watching the battle saw that all kinds of sounds converged into an ocean of tones, drowning their ears.
Beneath the record, overlapping figures of energy appeared one after another.
As screams in an unknown language roared like tidal waves, a massive number of figures emerged from behind it and surged into the hall like a flood.
–Heavens!–
–Where are these waves coming from!–
–Run, Yang Zicang, and Cheng Yunze!–
–That’s an impossible number to resist!–
These beings—wearing strange clothes, with faces similar to humans but definitely not of Earth’s race—raised their arms and shouted, then quickly manifested different army uniforms and weapons on their bodies.
Whether it was two or three thousand, or five or six thousand newborn energy beings, or ten or twenty thousand phantoms, they all swiftly joined the seven armies created by the –Nameless Defender, King of Sound Waves,– swelling the ranks of these seven units.
Seeing Yang Zicang’s stunned expression, the defender revealed a smile as if finally having accomplished some great feat.
The figure of Morri in black armor materialized ahead, and he spoke to Yang Zicang:
–Both of you are extraordinary talents. It would be a pity to die like this. Zicang, come, become one of us. The Demon Hero Hall, which gave birth to the King of Sound Waves, will become a permanent building here.-
–Permanent building?!-
Veins bulged on Yang Zicang’s forehead.
–From now on, this place will become a battlefield where everyone in this world can come to temper their will. Isn’t this what you wanted?-
The outside crowd watching here erupted into a furious uproar.
Indeed, as long as this Defender becomes the master of the Demon Hero Hall, this hall—originally destined to exist for only half a month—will remain here permanently!
This means these two cities will become dead zones.
Sound Wave Morri smiled mechanically: –At that time, we will be the trial officers for these chosen ones. Come, Zicang, and Cheng Yunze—this legion needs your leadership. Become our left and right legion commanders, and forge a new future for us!-
Yang Zicang, as if his heart was bleeding, raised his hand:
–You no longer have a future. At least… this mental frequency of yours has no future!-
A spear smashed down with a thunderous boom. The faint echoes of Morri’s final moments dissipated into the ocean of sound… shattered into pieces…
[I gained 0.1R.]
Yang Zicang swung the Void Zero Chronos Weapon in his hand, charging angrily at the Defender himself. Each time the blade slashed through these energy beings, their figures exploded.
His figure swiftly crossed a distance of over ten meters.
Clang! The short sword collided with a palm covered in beautiful scales.
The 50N from the Xu Ling Chronos battle device couldn’t cut through the defender’s palm at all. The King of Sound Waves looked at Yang Zicang with calm composure, as if the loss of fifty years was nothing but a trivial amount of time to him.
He curled his lips slightly and said to the human youth, –Still don’t get the situation?-
–Who are they!- Yang Zicang forced the words out of his throat with difficulty.
–Oh?- The King of Sound Waves let out a snort. –As expected of the kid everyone talks about. Even at a moment like this, you never forget to gather information. Quite impressive. Your performance is just like…-
–Like what!-
–…as annoying as a supporting character in a movie.-
A mad, furious expression twisted across the defender’s face. Star Essence energy surged from his hand! Compared to this materialized energy, Chronos’s defense seemed pathetically weak!
The King of Sound Waves swung his arm, and Yang Zicang was sent flying as if struck by a titanic steel axe!
–Fight!-
[Dispatch!]
In that split-second crisis, Yang Zicang’s steps spun with nimble grace, retreating with the swift footwork of a martial arts grandmaster.
Boom!
Beside the defender, two figures shouldering energy shells unleashed a cannon blast!
In the instant the dispatched energy warped the trajectory of the shells, the two sound wave shells exploded with a thunderous roar. Sound waves rolled and surged violently outward, erupting into two small mushroom clouds.
–Aaaah!-
In the distance, nearly a dozen people were blasted into slag by bullets and shells the instant the force field shattered.
Whoosh! The light skeleton flickered into existence again, attacked twice, then returned to protect its master. But in the intervals, Yang Zicang would press forward to attack, and occasionally Tong Wenqi would find opportunities to create openings for the two while drawing fire.
But this wouldn’t work!
Yang Zicang felt his nerves stretched taut to the breaking point. He couldn’t fathom why this was happening—even after he had lifted the ten-thousand-year Chronos limit and amplified it fourfold with the quadrilateral ability, he still couldn’t land a fatal blow on the enemy!
Because the King of Sound Waves always managed to dodge at the critical moment.
Compared with Zhao Anlong’s seemingly plain and pragmatic combat performance, he shouldn’t be much weaker.
Cheng Yunze and Yang Zicang attacked together, but the King of Sound Waves dodged again by a hair’s breadth.
–I can’t alter his trajectory!-
[It’s the rank!]
–Rank suppression! My abilities can’t reach their full potential!-
–Hah, even if you know, there’s nothing you can do about it. That so-called rank of yours has already peaked at the thousandth level in this world.-
Hundreds, even thousands of figures came charging in.
Some people had already begun to retreat, shouting for Yang Zicang to leave as well. Under the emergency discussion of the headquarters board, everyone planned to intercept this suddenly appearing legion outside the Demon Hero Hall. Fighting in the lair of the King of Sound Waves would only hand him more controlled members for free.
Within this brief period, those in the city who recognized the situation decided to move the battlefield outside the Magic Hero Hall. They could only pray that those who died outside would not become puppets controlled by the King of Sound Waves.
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