Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 645: The Singer Colossus Collapses

The Vatican's 30,000 Holy Light Knights approached, trapping the allied forces in a desolate valley. The situation was precarious. Pandora stood beside Xingluo, her brow furrowed. "We won't make it past tomorrow morning."

Xingluo just turned around and nodded to the thirty people wearing black and silver cloaks in the distance.

They silently stepped into the center of the battlefield, forming a circle and forming hand seals. Space began to vibrate, and countless overlapping cracks appeared in the sky. In just ten breaths, the ground beneath the feet of the entire allied army was like a door that had opened, and everyone disappeared in an instant.

The Holy Light Knights were stunned, thinking that the enemy was swallowed by the void. However, half a day later, the supply granary burst into flames, and the enemy reappeared like a ghost, heading straight for the knights' rear.

The morale of the 30,000-strong army collapsed and they were forced to retreat.

That night, the name "Moonfall Blades" spread across the continent for the first time. People said they were the shadows of falling stars, walking space teleportation arrays, and ghosts that could make legions disappear and reappear silently.

After returning to the territory, Pandora whispered to Xingluo, "This is too dangerous... If one of the thirty loses their composure, the entire army will perish."

Xingluo leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his lips. "Yes, but precisely because it's dangerous, no one can imitate it. The crazier the weapon, the more likely it is that humans can survive on this continent."

He reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing the edge of the wine glass on the table. His tone was calm, but it sounded like a declaration:

"Besides, as long as I am alive, the Moonfall Blade will not fall into the void."

"Here it comes." Cyrus saw the silver-white object, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes - finally, a head-on confrontation.

As the silver-white flag rose, the wind in Seven Fingers Wilderness suddenly stopped, as if pinched by two fingers. The Starfall Alliance's displacement commandos formed up beneath the flag's shadow—each wore a silver plate of the same design at his waist, its center an obsidian stone. At the command, the plate's rim dimmed, and the figure vanished with a click, like the pages of a book turning over and closing again.

The first round of displacement was directed towards the inner circle of Embers Knight—where there were songs, people, and the only "seemingly fragile" place.

Lantis held back, his eyes like two needles: "First kill those who sing, and then cut off those who hold sharp swords. Without the chorus, they can't even hold the 'Colossus'."

When the displacement came, there was no light, only a very short period of vacuum - the air seemed to be squeezed out, and the eardrum was filled before it had time to feel the pain.

The Moonfall Blades were divided into three groups. One group appeared on the left shoulder of the giant, one group appeared at the back edge of the Echo Well, and one group fought directly on the shoulder of the colossus.

"Disintegrate." Valerian spoke slowly, but his words penetrated everyone's bones. "First, disperse and hide, then come together."

The chorus didn't cling to a uniform rhythm; instead, they actively broke apart. They split into groups of varying lengths, shifting by half a breath, a quarter breath, or even shorter. When the displacement team landed on the left shoulder, the giant beneath their feet wasn't a single piece; they stepped on thousands of discrete chunks of sound. Kick one loose, and another would immediately fill in; kick another, and a third would fill in. The sound flowed endlessly, preventing the giant from collapsing.

Celine's knife was already across the left shoulder of Luozi's throat, but no blood splattered - she twisted the blade and pressed the side against the opponent's Adam's apple, "the opponent's throat tightened, and the sound was forced to stop by the back of the knife - but he was actually forced to sing along half a sentence in "Enemy Camp".

"Change positions!" Atlantis shouted, and the second round of displacement began; but when they were about to catch the opponent's rhythm, the giant, like a wheel made up of many small teeth, dodged before the Moon Meteor Blade attacked, leaving them empty-handed.

The colossus's shoulder socket was struck with a powerful blow. The shadow hide cracked, the blade shattered by a quarter. Valerian didn't try to force it. He raised his finger. "Change the skin—rip the silk into gauze."

The surface, once agile enough to be "illusion-breaking," instantly disintegrated into countless strands of light, each lasting only two beats before breaking and reconnecting, like a school of small fish swimming into a large net and then emerging. The Moonfall Blade excelled at grasping the battlefield's overall situation, but faced with this kind of fragmented, always-half-a-frame delay, its attacks felt like punching water.

"Their moves are like the water." For the first time, Atlantis frowned and said slowly, "Breaking the water requires a basin."

"Here comes the basin—" The Moonfall Blade captain barely managed a laugh when his chest suddenly sank. He looked down and saw the silver plate he'd been using for positioning had been deflected by a thin echo rising from the ground—not broken, but gently twisted. The sound had forcibly shifted it half a finger, shifting its landing point from the Colossus's waist to the outer edge of the Echo Well.

"Who moved my plate--" He was halfway through cursing when he heard a sound coming from the well, a little dislocated, as if someone was pulling his hair and making him look back.

"The third fall." Cyrus did not look at them, he only looked at the gap in the shoulder line of the Colossus.

"Nail." Carlon's wooden leg landed on the ground, "Thump—"

The gray-and-white cloaked team stepped through the gap, like sewing a torn piece of cloth back together, sewing in people instead of thread. Reinhardt won by points, each strike was short, but each one struck the opponent's vital points.

Ilio's chest made two muffled sounds - he knew he was overheating, so he took the initiative to tighten the restraint half a circle, locking the excess heat into his bones, so that it would only come out from where it should come out.

Finally, a real tear appeared in the battle line—the mage cavalry formation on the left wing seemed to have been twisted by an invisible hand at the waist, twisting into a pretzel. Commands ceased to transmit within the pretzel; the sound waves of the Broken Temperament Drum were completely consumed by the Echo Well and "Self-Destruction"; the Moonfall Blade crew, unable to find their next step, could only stop where they were.

Atlantis looked up at the main flag. Behind the silver-white flag, Xingluo finally appeared.

He wore no exaggerated divine armor, only a black cape, a metallic sheen flickering beneath it like an unsheathed sword. The wind of Qizhiye became submissive beneath Little Black's mount. It wasn't magic, but rather a powerful confidence subduing the wind—few in this world could harness "impression" into a tool, but Xingluo had now achieved it.

He didn't shout for death, nor did he clench his fists. He turned his head, as if listening to a distant song. That song wasn't in the air, but in the people: keeping the beat, the threshold, the stitching, returning to camp.

"What an interesting power system, the singer?" he said to himself.

He raised his hand, signaling the silver-white flag to stop moving. Following his gesture, the Moonfall Blade instantly vanished from its original location.

The Singer Colossus's attack cut through the air.

Xingluo moved forward, and he and Xiaohei pressed into the singing of Embers Knight - not to interrupt, but more like a hijack: they took steps in the gap between breaths.

The sound shifted half an inch. The giant image, formed by the strange energy of the song, seemed to be affected by something and fell to one side like grass.

"He's filming," Valerian whispered.

"Yes, humans can also make echo wells. I didn't expect that only one person could achieve this level, and he could master the secret of the singer's power in such a short time." Cyrus narrowed his eyes.

Xingluo took his second step, reaching the center of Qizhiye's palm—the center of the Xingluo Alliance—and after he took this step, the situation stabilized. The transmission of orders instantly became smoother, his presence acting as an anchor.

On the third step, his gaze fell on Valerian—not with hostility, but even with a hint of admiration. "You actually combined 'faith' with your voice and sang it out, forming a kind of 'art'."

Valerian looked back and bowed. "You were surprisingly able to discern our attack in such a short time."

Neither of them laughed.

Xingluo pressed her fingertips on the silver bell on Xiaoheijiao's corner. This was Xiaohei's decoration, and Xingluo gently flicked it.

That strike made a certain sound, which happened to hit the resonance point of the "Colossus's shoulder line".

The Singer Colossus collapsed instantly.

It didn't explode, but rather crumbled bit by bit: each strand of light retreated back into the chest of the singer, each short beat dissipated into a puff of hot air. In that instant, more than a dozen people stumbled simultaneously, as if someone had severed all the energy links between them and the singing giant and stuffed them back into his chest.

"Come on!" Cyrus shouted hurriedly.

The chorus didn't panic. They didn't try to put the music back together. Instead, they immediately changed the score:

"No Colossal Law" - delete all the "borrowing appearance" paragraphs and only keep the four essential tones of man, song, blood and bones.

The echo well first absorbs the sound of its own shadow, and then shrinks the "well sound-human voice" to an extremely small size.

Mara's palms were bleeding. She pressed the blood on the edge of the well, like a seal on the wellhead: "Here."

"Push again." Xingluo plucked the silver nail for the second time. The sound was transmitted through the little black dragon horn. Xiaohei immediately burst into a dragon roar and launched an attack together with Xingluo.