I don't know when, some figures wearing sloppy linen robes appeared around the battlefield, and their enthusiastic and encouraging voices came from their melodious singing voices.
These sounds are like dancing notes, gently hitting the hearts of everyone present.
They sang loudly and sang to their heart's content, and their magical singing voices were invisibly connected to the sacred sounds at the bottom of the world.
Like a web of strings, vibrating under their voices.
At the same time, a majestic spiritual realm as vast as the sea and as bright as a galaxy shrouded the entire battlefield.
The warriors' strong blood energy when charging, and the ferocious energy collectively condensed can resist the mental attribute immunity judgment to a certain extent. However, in the face of this kind of attack, there is not much aggression, and they just have to use their own will.
The spiritual field surrounding the battlefield seemed a little overwhelmed.
The song that is enough to cause the background of the world's sacred sounds echoes unscrupulously in this spiritual field... echoes...
So much so that the eyes of everyone inside began to soften, their will began to weaken, their muscles began to relax, and the weapons they originally held tightly in their hands were no longer as hard to shake as steel.
Illithids!
Even the illithid mastermind!
Supreme Mage Stephen suddenly looked over the entire battlefield, where a conch-like spaceship that arrived at an unknown time was difficult to hide from his eyes, and his eyes were filled with an incomprehensible look as he looked at the spacecraft.
Illithid! That's an illithid!
It is not the enemy of human beings, but it is the enemy of all intelligent creatures with thoughts.
Their position is naturally opposite to all intelligent creatures.
But now...but now, what are they doing?
Stephen did not make any drastic action immediately. The moment the other party showed his presence, the other party's purpose became clear.
This Illithid mastermind enveloped the entire battlefield with its vast, smoke-like spiritual realm, just to amplify those songs.
The singing is the protagonist.
Those songs... those songs were made by some human beings.
Those who are either elegant, romantic, or decadent are often considered homeless vagrants...bards.
These are the most bohemian prodigals, these are the poets with the most romantic and free souls. Only people like them can sing such beautiful songs.
And their chants are even connected to the ubiquitous background holy sounds of the world, which to some extent are the same as the rules and principles that their mages need to respond to when casting spells.
Bard...
Stephen knew this emerging profession.
It is said that it was also the creation of Master Li Wen, and after its appearance, it quickly spread among the original bards.
Is this Master Li Wen’s real trump card?
He has never relied on those unstable Chosen Ones, nor does he need the Chosen Ones to block the enemy's sword for him.
Because the sword never really falls on the innocent.
Is this the way to end a war?…
Although there has been no communication with each other, it seems that everyone has the same purpose.
It would be nice to be able to stop it temporarily.
Back before everything happened, he wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with the stubborn Grand Duke.
"No~"
Ji'er beside him suddenly said softly.
As she spoke, her body was like water plants in the waves, gently swaying with the wind, or...swaying with the notes, as if her whole body and mind were immersed in the songs of those prodigal sons.
With a peaceful smile on her lips, Ji Er extremely enjoyed the beautiful feeling brought about by the voice of truth and kindness emanating from the bottom of human heart at this moment.
"Listen...they are not here to stop this war."
When Stephen heard this, he was slightly stunned.
As a quasi-high-level legendary transcendental mage, his magic and charm attributes are extremely high. Even when faced with the singing voice that has been amplified by the illithid mastermind, he can achieve a complete immunity subconsciously.
Unless he puts down his natural defenses and actively accepts it, the singing will not have any impact on him, and it will be difficult for him to truly understand what kind of emotion is contained in the singing.
"Let your guard down, Master Li Wen's pattern is far above everyone else's."
Ji Er seems to have a talent for seeing through people's hearts, ever since she was a child...
Stephen pursed his lips and released his mental valve.
As a result, Stephen saw a gorgeous and decadent dream.
…
Some black-skinned drow are active and light on the battlefield.
Under the certain dark sky attached to the spiritual realm of the illithid mastermind, the sunlight that would have caused actual harm to them seems to have been somewhat weakened.
"Why are we doing this?"
The drow pouted displeasedly as he took the long knife out of the warrior's hand and replaced it with a long soft bread stick.
Drow, who had just taken off the fireball formed by magic and replaced it with a big-headed doll making a grimace, used the larger doll in his hand to hold it above his head to block the dazzling light.
"The sun is still so dazzling, I'm not used to it..."
"Jiejiejie~ Don't you understand this? This is High Priest Bobby's method to confuse humans and make them think we are good people. This is our first step back to the ground!"
"I still like to stay underground..."
"Stop talking, stop talking...get to work quickly."
"Hmph~ I'm going to turn him around and point his butt towards someone else!"
"I'm going to make a face for him. It's not fun at all to look fierce."
"Hahahaha! This is fun."
…
Is time frozen?
No, it's not time that's affected by the spell.
But...consciousness.
All substitutions exist both in reality and in dreams.
In a trance, everyone suddenly woke up while half asleep.
However, in fact, this replacement was subtle, and it was only at the last moment of awareness that everyone was shocked that the facts in front of them seemed to have been reversed in an instant.
The bowstring vibrated, and what was shot was no longer a sharp arrow, but... a long marshmallow.
He chopped hard, and what landed on his head was not a shimmering blade, but a golden, fragrant and soft bread stick...
I thought I was casting a forbidden curse that would destroy the world, but it just opened a portal to another dimension... and a lot of soft rag dolls fell out of it.
The long-range spells that tried to bypass the Chosen One's army and directly attack the city ended up just raining colorful candy over the city.
Those smart eyes who carefully hid at home and looked at the movement outside the window with frightened eyes thought they were in heaven the moment they saw the candy rain.
"What's the meaning?"
The sword is attached to the body, but it turns into a bread stick?
The other party was slightly startled, looked at the bread in his hand, and "recalled" his original intention, "You haven't had breakfast yet? I brought you some bread with red bean paste."
…
"Preventing war is just a matter of interests, and resolving grievances is the wisest method."
Stephen looked at everything that happened in front of him. His strength ensured that he could clearly see all the processes that happened before and after the whole thing.
The illithid mastermind and those bards did not appear after the war started. It was just a deception to everyone's consciousness. The real spells started much earlier.
In fact, even he was a hindsight. Even he had concealed the mental field of the illithid mastermind for a while. As for other people... I am afraid that they still don't know that there is another force that has interfered with it.
past their choice.
Naturally, there will be no chance of discovering the drow that came before and the conch-like warship still hovering above our heads.
However... can such behavior really completely resolve that "curse"?
…
"What am I doing?"
"Come...to celebrate the festival?"
Swords became bread, spells became gifts, armor became gowns.
The entire battlefield was created to be as festive as the Creation Festival before the Chinese New Year.
Looking at the food in their hands and the structures around them, the originally solemn faces of the soldiers of the Burning Blade Legion could hardly remain tense.
Some "people" have even changed their expressions for them.
A false sense of haziness eroded their senses, making them begin to doubt their own actions.
But it's not just now...
This unreal hazy feeling has been flowing upstream in the long river of time along with their memories.
Spreading further into the past.
Longer ago...Longer ago...
When?
There is no fixed point.
Subtly.
The hazy memories that became increasingly blurry extended forward, so that all their actions in the recent period were covered with a layer of blurred mist.
And this is not what happened to one person.
The reactions of others around them confirmed that their feelings were correct.
It seemed that they had fallen into some kind of hazy dream even earlier, as if a terrible obsession had been implanted in their hearts, and it would be difficult to let go unless they did so.
And now... I woke up from the dream.
When everyone's conscious wills are intertwined, they create a huge conflict with the unified "will".
It's just that this conflict originates from the level of consciousness. No one knows what kind of ups and downs are happening in their collective ocean of consciousness...
The players did not make any additional reactions at this time. Naturally, they would not be really affected by the soul or spirit, but the rules from the "Creation Goddess" allowed them to deal with this situation.
It also needs to adapt to changes in the scene.
At this moment, their panel just flashed the "System" prompt message.
The battlefield... became quiet.
…
"What's going on? Why aren't you moving?"
"Didn't you just beat your brains out? Why did you suddenly turn into a candy bread doll?"
"A cover-up! It must be a cover-up! It's all a trick of these NPCs!"
"What trick?"
"They just want to find a way to celebrate the festival. The goddess of wealth must have issued some outrageous oracle."
"You're just outrageous..."
And no matter what the players who did not participate in this war and only saw it through the broadcasts thought, the facts cannot be changed.
People in the city walked out of their homes one after another and watched the colorful rain made of candies, dolls, bread and other things slowly falling from the sky.
Helen looked at the colorful sky, with incredible light reflected in her eyes.
There has never been a moment when war has seemed so gorgeous and romantic in people's eyes.
The soldiers of the Burning Blade Legion, who were stunned in the conflict between the two consciousnesses, also woke up after the "war" in their minds was over. They walked forward with the "gifts" in their hands, with smiles on their faces.
They, who were supposed to be stationed at the Gate of the Abyss to protect the continent, would one day pick up swords and fight against their fellow tribesmen. This was unacceptable to them.
Then, start making up for it from the front.
…
Stephen wanted to find Li Wen. He didn't know how Li Wen commanded the mastermind of the illithids and even so many drows. However, these were not important.
These races, which are considered inherently evil by normal people, are not doing anything evil under Li Wen's instructions at this moment. On the contrary, they are preventing the most evil things in the world from happening.
And Stephen just wants to find Master Li Wen, a mage who is good at creating miracles, and work together to study how to solve the problems that the entire Dresser State is facing——
The Dresser State is huge.
The Legion of the Burning Blade is not all of Dressel State.
Even that strange "curse of war" may not only exist in the people of Dresser, and if it does not show up in other places, it may not exist.
Stephen has already noticed that the special "curse" affecting the minds of people in Dresser seems to come from some kind of transcendent existence. If the fundamental problem is not solved, the resolution of one or two regional wars will have no effect on the overall situation.
If you just rely on this illithid mastermind, even if it is exhausted to death, it will not be able to resolve the "curse" of a state in Dreiser, let alone the "curse" that may exist on other races in other places.
Only by finding the source can it be truly resolved.
However, the shell ship disappeared at some point.
There is also the next battlefield. When the Flaming Blade Legion is baring its fangs against Swordwind City, the army of the Golden Lion Kingdom is also preparing to attack the Dresser State itself.
The first city to suffer is undoubtedly the first city on the border between Dresser State and the Golden Lion Kingdom.
…
"Hey~"
"Hey~"
"Hey~"
The strength and configuration of the Golden Lion Kingdom army are undoubtedly more complete. However, under the influence of the demigod-level spiritual field and the spells of more bards led by Shakespeare, the "cannonballs" fired from their magic crystal cannons
There are still bright fireworks exploding all over the sky.
The soldiers of the Golden Lion Kingdom had no serious illness in their minds, so they were confused...
"who I am?"
"Where am I?"
"What am I doing?"
The fighting spirit that originally came from the order, which was not too firm, disappeared in an instant, and they began to reflect on whether their actions were correct...
Li Wen, who was standing on the shell ship, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the people on both battlefields had stopped.
The next moment, I received a task submission prompt from... Ah Zhi and four others.