However, to their disappointment, under the bombardment of the meteor explosion, although the tower appeared densely cracked and seemed to collapse at any time, it still persisted in not collapsing in the end.
At the same time, this attack seemed to anger the Star Singing Cultists in the tower.
After the tower trembled for a moment, several Songxing cultists exuding high-level aura quickly rushed out of the tower and began to search for foreign enemies.
Then, a foreign object with a volume of several hundred meters, like a chaotic and irregular mass, squeezed out from the gate of the tower.
The nightmarish jet-black bodies were surging, making an abominable sound like mud stirring in a sewer, and swarming crazily towards the attackers in an anti-gravity posture.
Different from the high speed and destructive power of the previous weird flying dragons, this lumpy weird polymer can only fly at a moderate speed, but it carries extremely strong mental pollution.
Even if several spellcasters just stared at it, they felt that there were suddenly bursts of frantic whispers and notes in their spiritual seas.
This is extremely fatal for legal professionals. When the spiritual sea is polluted, it is very difficult for them to clean up their own abnormal status, let alone cast spells that require precise guidance.
The world in their perception began to change violently, and the sky began to rapidly turn into night. The surrounding ground, broken buildings, collapsed statues... everything in their eyes began to pour out a large amount of dark green sticky mud-like substances, as if they were about to be swallowed up.
Pulled deep into the depths and completely corrupted.
Even if one knows rationally that all this is false and some kind of illusion created by the enemy, he still cannot extricate himself.
They forcibly suppressed the changes in the spiritual sea, and at the same time activated their own life-saving magic items. After barely regaining consciousness, several spellcasters quickly dispersed and fled.
The enemy's strength has exceeded their imagination. They have now given up their plans to continue the attack and are preparing to join up with other large forces to build a defense line together to delay the seven days.
While escaping for their lives, they activated the magic props they carried, intending to cause some trouble for it and delay its speed.
However, the latter's magic resistance was astonishingly high. Several seventh-level dissociation spells, sunfire explosions, withering curses and other various spells were applied, but the damage caused to the black mass was minimal.
Soon, the two warriors and a spell caster who were fleeing nearby were inevitably caught up one after another due to their low strength, even if all their cards were used.
In the last burst of desperate wails, the mutation in his own spiritual sea completely erupted, and a large number of swollen blisters and squirming pink granulations erupted from his body surface, and then he was swallowed by a huge mass.
However, relying on the "cover" of their teammates, the remaining two casters were temporarily out of the enemy's sight, and then relied on secret props to quickly perform operations such as camouflage and clones.
As veteran spellcasters, their frontal attack capabilities may have their own advantages and disadvantages compared with the combat classes of the same level, but they have a particularly large number of various life-saving magic items.
After spending some time, they successfully escaped the enemy's tracking and escaped back to the base where the temporary alliance was located.
"How is it going?"
Upon learning that the two had returned, the Princess of the Stars immediately put down what she was doing and began to inquire about their situation.
"...The previous Abominable Dragon Beast was still within the range of resistance, but when we used super-level spells to sneak attack it, we were unable to stop the Chaos Fusion Monster that appeared later.
It has extremely strong mental pollution. Its magic resistance is astonishingly high, and the seventh-level spells of all series have very weak effects on it. It is almost impossible to defeat it with our strength alone!"
At this moment, the two men reported on their previous exploration experiences, with strong pessimism in their voices.
"We have to find a way to hold on here."
"Any existence will have its weaknesses, and there can be no truly perfect thing."
After listening to their reports, the third princess Xingguang frowned and denied their pessimistic remarks.
She must do this, otherwise letting the news spread in the base that the enemy is completely unable to fight will only lead to instability in the hearts of the people.
"There is no need to be nervous. I will ask Lord Sims for help later and ask him to help predict the enemy's weaknesses."
With that said, she sent the two of them to set up the magic defense array with the others, and she quickly returned to her residence.
She needed to ask for help from her prophet. Even though the price of each attack was very expensive, Starlight couldn't care less about it at this time.
With a look of respect, she knocked on the door of the residence of Reginald Sims, the seventh-level prophet who had followed her into the glorious secret realm.
For some reason there was no response in the room. After knocking on the door repeatedly, the third princess, who had a sense of foreboding in her heart, no longer hesitated and suddenly pushed the door open and entered.
As soon as she opened the door, a pungent purple smoke floated out, irritating her so much that she couldn't help but squint her eyes and fan herself with her hand.
The ground indoors was in a mess, with expired prophecy circles, exploding crystal ball fragments, runes drawn by unknown blood, scattered strange cards and other debris everywhere.
Seer Sims, with messy hair and robes, sat blankly in the middle of the mess, with a stone basin filled with rich light blue luminous mist in front of him. Even if the door suddenly opened, it could not make him feel the slightest bit.
reaction.
"Sir Sims? What happened here?"
Seeing the old prophet's current appearance, the ominous premonition in Princess Starlight's heart became even stronger.
Upon hearing Princess Starlight's inquiry, the old prophet turned his head blankly and looked at the princess, his gray-white eyes full of bloodshot eyes.
"We're screwed."
"???"
The other party's first words almost made Princess Starlight gasp for breath.
"Before entering the glorious secret realm, my prophecy was misled. Now all the prophecies I can see are only death and nothing else. There is no way, we are all going to be doomed!"
As if sensing Princess Starlight's disbelief, Sims added with a numb expression.
"How could this happen? Is there any hope of escape?"
Forcing herself to calm down, the third princess immediately asked about ways to save her life.
After all, she was not a prophet, and she would not completely believe in the so-called fatal fate spoken by the old prophet.
"Hope? I want to know too. Ever since we entered this city, predictions of death have been coming all the time, and they are getting closer and closer. Even escaping is useless.
My prophecy ability only allows me to hear the footsteps of death very clearly. It is getting closer and closer, and it will not last more than a day."
Showing a smile that was uglier than crying, the old prophet pointed at the liquid-like blue glowing cloud in the stone basin in front of him.
"Before the countdown reaches the end, if there is a miracle, its color will turn green and tell me what I should do..."
However, before Princess Starlight could say anything else, in the eyes of the two of them, the clouds and mist in the stone basin suddenly lit up with an emerald green light.
"!!"
Seeing this scene, the old prophet no longer cared about the princess, but looked a little crazy and instantly slit his wrist and let his blood flow into the basin, for fear that this only glimmer of hope would disappear.
Following his movements, the smoke in the basin shook violently, and then suddenly poured into the old mage's head like an upside-down waterfall.
During this process, the old mage's whole body was shaking violently like an epilepsy, but he still endured and never let go of any information.
"I saw it! It's an attack! We must attack! We must capture that tower at all costs!! Any other location is a sure death, only that tower is our only way to survive!!"
At the end, he suddenly roared.
While saying these words, he vomited out a mouthful of blood again, his spirit visibly weakened, as if he had suffered some invisible heavy injury.
At the same time, in the secret realm, Anvis looked at the secret gold pocket watch in his hand as he watched a silver thunder being controlled by Albins and striking a seemingly empty place in the distance.
The Mithril watch hand rotated once again, and three magic hours had passed.