Suddenly, a cluster of similar phantom figures appeared around this Knight, and the color of his armor, which had seemed almost real, consequently faded considerably.

Ahead, the Rider of Sound emitted a host of knightly phantoms, extremely reminiscent of its own form, and the color of its armor, once resembling reality, had consequently faded significantly.

[The “Nameless Guardian of Sekberd” has taken command of the third Unit/Type Detachment.]

In the Financing Model, Luo Bin’s voice rang out:

{“It’s stalling to refine the deathswave into these puppets! Go to the real Defender!”}

In Yang Zicang’s Financing Model, the crowd making noises echoed instantly after hearing Luo Bin’s voice. This Defender was truly cunning.

The Moon Angel quickly charged forward. Yang Zicang stomped his foot, dashing out as a silver spear shot out from the Graviton Arc, carrying an orange radiance as it crashed toward the Black Armor Knight.

“Ah!”

The Black Armor Knight suddenly thrust his greatsword wave upward, “My Liege, assist me!”

Hum~!

Within the deep, haunted hall, the eye’s powerful energy dispersed over the mottled stone walls. The magical crystal’s glow distorted amid the energy.

Graviton Arc flashed, and the silver spear tip stabbed out with an orange glow. Spear shadows ran rampant, each strike carrying a momentum like mountains toppling and seas roaring.

This energy human swung the great sword upward with force. The sword and collided, erupting a dull, rumbling “boom” of impact, like an invisible heavy hammer suppressing sound waves, stirring up airwaves.

“Zicang, you go quickly! Leave this place to me!”

Zhao Xuemei held her longsword, rays of chill gathering around her, and charged resolutely toward the dozens of armored knight figures!

“A mere one person?” the Black Armor Knight said, energy surging throughout his body as if it could shake the entire hall, “presumptuous enough to oppose my army!”

Boom!

Yang Zicang swung the flying carpet and slammed it forward, immediately knocking over and even scattering many black-armored warriors formed by out-of-sync consciousness.

The three eyes emitted sharp, screeching sounds.

The scattered warriors re-formed once again.

“Just as expected—even more troublesome than before.”

Facing the Black Armor Knight Legion charging once more, Zhao Xuemei raised her sword with delicate fingers. The chill spread rapidly, freezing the nearby hall floor into frost.

The icy element gradually cleaved through the forward-advancing black armored men.

The Red Model man braved the cold around Zhao Xuemei to approach, opening a hemispherical red force field beside her to block the harmonics of the sound waves.

“Go! We’ll hold them here!” the man said with difficulty to Cheng Yunze and the others.

Cheng Yunze, with the Moon Angel, quickly dashed toward another path at the back of the great hall.

[The “Nameless Guardian of Sekberd” has taken command of the 4th type/unit detachment.]

Having only run a few steps, Cheng Yunze and the others saw two more warriors of similar kind approaching under the airborne eyeball-speaker’s sonic support.

Seeing that Yang Zicang had already reached the rear by using the flying carpet, Zhang Quantou and the others said, “Captain, you go on ahead. We’ll hold them off.”

“Okay.”

Cheng Yunze, enveloped by the Skeleton of Light, moved swiftly, flickering through the clusters of chaotic phantoms ahead as he charged deep into this seemingly endless wide passage.

“So many…”

“This many!”

“All of these… are the last shadows of people and monsters who died in the Demon Palace!”

Boom! Boom!

A slight breeze drifted from ahead. As Cheng Yunze arrived, he saw Yang Zicang striking a massive sound-wave monster into chaotic energy—a military grade creature that was about to be successfully nurtured!

The eyeball speakers that had originally floated above the monster’s head now lifted vaguely toward the dark tunnel ceiling like phantoms. The two looked up, and there, like upside-down black spider eggs, clusters of three or five hung together, scattered sparsely across the uneven heights.

Another towering monster emerged from the depths of darkness.

“Forget about them!” Cheng Yunze shouted. “These things are just consumables meant to waste our time!”

“How despicable!” Yang Zicang gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, glaring at these eyeballs, then jumped onto the giant carpet and slid into the depths of the tunnel.

Amid the densely undulating phantoms below, a golden figure leaped forward, charging alongside the giant carpet.

A massive wall appeared at the end, flanked by pathways wide enough for trucks to pass through.

The walls of the stone hall bore faint relief patterns, while the dome was composed of irregular rocks akin to a cave. Beyond this dividing wall lay a more spacious rear hall.

Yang Zicang, on his flying carpet, and Cheng Yunze, encased in golden skeletal armor, skirted past the wall.

[I have arrived at the Hall of the Magos Larynx.]

The silhouette of a vast hall loomed ahead, like a dangling uvula descending after the tongue—the multicolored glow of magic crystals on the walls casting a breathtaking brilliance over it.

Beneath the pendant “little tongue,” shaped like a water droplet, sat a slender crimson figure on a throne resembling a massive blood-red eye built into the sloping wall. It was the “Nameless Defender.”

With sharp fingers, he scraped against his purplish-red lips, ridged with vertical lines, and smiled as he watched Cheng Yunze rushing through the wall toward him.

{So you have truly come, yet only the two of you have made it this far.}

“Hmph, we are enough.”

Beside Cheng Yunze, the golden skeleton flashed forward toward the lanky demon.

In an instant, four Eyeball Speakers dropped from the energy before the defender. Amid the tremors, two figures, male and female, appeared in front of the defender, radiating countless energetic silhouettes around them.

The defender tilted his chin slightly and laughed:

{With just that thing by your side? Ha, do you even know what it is?}

Cheng Yunze narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on the monster.

The Moon Angel, constructed of light, was intercepted by the group of soundwave troops with the most condensed forms; no matter how fast its attacks were, it couldn’t carve a path to touch the Defender.

With the flapping sound of the flying carpet, Yang Zicang appeared high above Cheng Yunze. He looked down, and the Defender smiled back at him.

The figure on the giant eye throne gradually began to emit an aura only found in the Cycle of Blood.

Yang Zicang took a deep breath. From being powerless against the Defender the first time to now being able to give it a try… merely half a year had passed.

{Don’t you want to know the stories about those hypocrites in this world?}

From the first ordinary woman, to the second black armored knight, and then to the third and fourth troops before them, the energy weapons grew more powerful in appearance, and the equipment became more refined and robust.

Based on the hints received earlier, if his guess was correct, there should be up to seven such troops that could exist simultaneously.

“Go, don’t let it create all its troops.”

The Moon Angel retreated, blocking several attacks for Cheng Yunze. Then, the chief of the 23rd City crushed an Ability Sphere in his hand, leaping abruptly into midair. The golden skeleton on his body shot forward like a fired cannonball, crashing diagonally downward towards the Defender itself!

Carrying the Timeline Weapon of Virtual Zero Sequence, it instantly appeared before the slender figure.

Clang! A force field materialized right in front of the sword’s tip!

A phalanx formation of energy entities composed of tall ladies swiftly raised their rifle-like energy weapons, chambered rounds, and fired dense energy bullets.

Bang bang bang!

Before the hundred-meter-diameter hall, countless exploding force-field fluctuations were instantly blasted open.

The light-constituted skeletal body of the Moon Angel burst into countless sparkling fragments under this dense hail of bullets.

Boom! A single gun blast carrying orange light slammed into the broad force field, which finally shattered with a clatter.

The broken arm of the golden skeleton rapidly contracted before thrusting out another sword strike.

The Defender smiled, allowing this thrust to connect.

Bang-Long!

The instant the blade pierced its body, the Eyeball Speaker let out a shrill screech.

[“Nameless Guardian of Sekberd” has taken command of the 5th Type/Unit Detachment.]

“That fast!”

Rumble! Amidst the smoke and dust, the golden skeleton was instantly blasted away by a tremendous force, carving out a seventy-to-eighty-meter-wide trench before crashing into the wall.

The army raised their weapons, aiming, and several howling gale-force winds shot towards the two.

[Position Expansion, Thousand-rank!]

[Deploy!]

Yang Zicang jumped down from the giant flying carpet. The carpet swiftly rotated upright to shield him and Cheng Yunze, erupting in a barrage of dense pitter-patter sounds.

{You both are the best of the best. Become my generals; this is your new choice.}

The crimson-clad Defender, struck by Moon Angel’s sword, exploded into over a dozen energy-humanoid forms, scattering like a throng of dancing demons, rushing towards the ground and the air above.

The fifth Type/Unit Detachment was a replica of itself!

The simultaneous attack from several earlier Defender projections sent Moon Angel flying off like a torn rag doll, crashing a long distance away.

At this moment, three energy-formed Defenders merged together, revealing a crimson figure that looked almost indistinguishable from a physical human, though its body surface emanated wisps of smoke.

It glided through the giant carpet, thrusting a hand at Cheng Yunze’s throat.

{Become my general, and rule two great domains alongside me!}

Yang Zicang glared askance at the scene.

Cheng Yunze answered the Defender with his actions. His Psychic Body stepped back in a single movement, tapping a single finger in the blink of an eye to instantly whisk his physical body into a hidden spatial void.

“Ugh… ahh…”

Waves of deathly sound rippled forth.

Even the Spirit World erupted with a fearsome momentum akin to a detonating bomb, shaking the deep chamber violently, as dust and debris fell in rustling cascades.

Amidst the model financing, a cascade of exclamations arose:

{Zicang, are you two alright?}

{That problem probably can’t be solved by just two people—can’t we send anyone else in?}

{It’s a pity there’s no sky in there; Fang Tian could have handled it much more easily, otherwise.}

[My investors are doubting whether we can earn enough time-sequence.]

Yang Zicang chose to let the model filter out these distracting voices as much as possible. The massive carpet in his hand spun wildly, stirring up gusts of wind that sent the densely packed energy figures nearby flying.

However, this thing couldn’t be infused with Amplified Chrono after all. So, as a weapon, its capabilities were limited, and it could only serve as a relatively sturdy shield.

“Cheng Yunze!”

{I… I’m fine…}

The glow of the Moon Angel flickered amidst the smoke and dust, which slightly reassured Yang Zicang.

Before Cheng Yunze’s words faded, several energy figures armed with longswords and flintlocks burst out of the smoke and dust beside Yang Zicang, firing a few shots at him head-on.

Long, sharp claws suddenly appeared as if by a flash, and a red shadow lunged rapidly from the front, aiming this time for Yang Zicang!

{Dispatch!}

Yang Zicang crushed an Ability Sphere while twisting his body trajectory, narrowly brushing past the Defender by a hair’s breadth.

The intense oppressive feel of energy swept past in front of him, its unleashed presence like an out-of-control truck with overwhelming force grazing by his body. This was the power of the bloodline; it felt as if it could truly affect him physically.

“It’s a three-ring one!”

Yang Zicang dared not stop moving his feet, quickly evading several other charging unknown Defenders around him.