157: Chapter 157 The opposing team called for outside assistance.

Zhou Jinglan tucked his folding fan into his waist, letting his hands hang by his sides, and the bright yellow on his imperial robe began to pulse at a steady frequency.

Xie Feng turned around, facing the group of Children of the Wind gathering again from the smoke and dust in the square.

He transferred the cold crystal blind staff to his left hand, a halo of magic illuminating his right hand, and before speaking, he tilted his head to say to those behind him: "Plug your ears. Xu Liujing, make sure those caravan merchants of yours have theirs plugged tightly! If ordinary people listen to this song for too long, they will have nightmares."

Xu Liujing had already fished out a handful of spare earplugs from his waist, stuffing them one by one into the ears of the unconscious caravan merchants slumped in the back row of the viewing platform. His technique was swift, truly living up to his foundation as a Sealer, and only after stuffing the last pair into his own ears did he squat back down at Zhou Jinglan's feet, hugging his head with both hands.

He looked like a surrendered captive.

Xie Feng took a deep breath and began to chant.

Normally, the damage dealt by the Song of Hastur was ridiculously low.

Because people with sanity could only use ordinary magic, and under the mad and chaotic system of Cthulhu...

The more sanity you lost, the closer you could get to the truth.

Therefore, the damage caused by an ordinary person singing the Song of Hastur was not even as good as Xie Feng going up and bashing someone over the head with his blind staff.

Only completely insane wizards could use the so-called 'deep magic'.

That was when sanity was at 0; at this time, the power and effect of magic would be greatly enhanced.

Although Xie Feng was not insane, he had a mouth full of tongue that could emit the Song of Hastur, which approached the voice of truth.

Standing beside him was also a living medium, which was the next dependent personally appointed by The King in Yellow, Zhou Jinglan.

After all, Lord Cthulhu and Hastur were cousins, so Xie Feng could sing this song very well.

This song from the play of The King in Yellow had every syllable meticulously designed, meant to be heard by those dependents who shared the starlight of Aldebaran with the Master of the Deep Space and Starry Sea.

The Children of the Wind were the descendants of Ithaqua, and Ithaqua had a subtle and ancient relationship with Hastur within the lineage of the Great Old Ones.

He was essentially their lackey.

The resonant frequency of the Song of Hastur could just penetrate the blizzard barrier of the Children of the Wind, directly suppressing all beings connected by blood to Ithaqua.

The few Children of the Wind in the front row of the square suddenly arched their backs, clutching their heads with both hands, emitting painful, suppressed hisses from their throats.

Their huge mouths split open to their earlobes, and the churning grayish-white mist in their mouths began to contract violently under the chanting of the Song of Hastur, their throats tightly choked by an invisible hand.

The Children of the Wind in the back rows simultaneously halted their steps, their eyeballs spinning frantically in their sockets.

Tu Ziguan squatted at the edge of the viewing platform, tucked the spare fuse for detonating the runes into his waist, and shouldered the maxim gun mount with both hands.

He had indeed plugged his ears, and with the machine gun making a deafening noise, he couldn't hear anything anyway, but it didn't stop him from complaining.

"Just how terrible must that singing be?"

He aimed the muzzle at a Child of the Wind on the left side of the square that was still struggling to take a step and pulled the trigger. Bullets spewed from the muzzle, shattering the ice chips flying from the huge humanoid creature's left shoulder.

"Less chatter from you; he is most easily distracted when singing!"

The Third Princess stood in the back row of the viewing platform, a black short sword held horizontally before her chest, the blade trembling slightly in the resonance of the Song of Hastur.

The objective of these Children of the Wind was very obvious—it was the Third Princess, so the Imperial Guards formed a circle to protect the Third Princess.

Although the cultivation levels of these Imperial Guards were generally around the Fourth Realm, the combat intuition accumulated from years of fighting bizarre entities made them flexible and efficient when shuttling through the group of Children of the Wind.

Operating in groups of three, they took turns slashing, blocking, retreating, and swapping positions with smooth and tacit coordination.

On the flank, a guard was brushed on the left arm by the sharp claws of a Child of the Wind, and his entire arm from the elbow joint down instantly covered a layer of ice shell.

Gritting his teeth, he switched his saber to his right hand and stepped back two paces. Another guard immediately stepped up from the side to take over that frantically attacking Child of the Wind for him.

The injured guard clamped his frozen left arm against his waist and shouted to the replacement companion: "Slash its right leg! The joint of this thing's right leg was just cracked by Your Highness's song!"

The guard who stepped forward did not reply, instead fiercely slashing his long saber toward the right leg joint of that Child of the Wind. The dark golden rune circuits on the blade exploded the moment they touched the ice shell, and the right leg of the Child of the Wind was forcefully severed from the knee, its huge body collapsing with a crash.

Xu Liujing squatted in the back row of the viewing platform, watching the Imperial Guards in the square coordinate with the Seal suppression to weave back and forth, cutting through the group of Children of the Wind:

"The Imperial Guard big brothers are truly fierce... There are at least several hundred Children of the Wind, yet a dozen or so of them just charged right up."

Lowering his head to look at the last few rune stones in his hand, he gritted his teeth and pressed them into the frozen ground, readjusting the suppression range of the Seal array. He loosened the area on the left side of the square where the guards were attacking, and tightened the suppression on the right side where the Children of the Wind were attempting to flank.

Such delicate operation consumed immense mental energy, and he gritted his teeth without uttering a single sound.

Zhou Jinglan stood at the edge of the viewing platform, the bright yellow light on his imperial robe pulsing in sync with the rhythm of Xie Feng's chanting.

He did not participate in combat, but the resonance of the Song of Hastur was amplified through the mark of The King in Yellow on his body, enveloping all the guards and Xie Feng's party in the square like a bright yellow protective film, continuously counteracting the erosion of the cold air released by the group of Children of the Wind.

Xie Feng's chanting continued.

More than half of his magic power value had been consumed, yet there was not the slightest tremor.

The movements of those Children of the Wind in the square had noticeably slowed down significantly, and the direct damage of the Song of Hastur to the Origin of their Bloodline was accumulating.

Several Children of the Wind had collapsed and knelt on the frozen ground, supporting the ground with both hands, the grayish-white mist in their huge mouths intermittent and chaotic, the red light in their eyes flickering on and off.

Tu Ziguan tossed the emptied ammunition belt onto the ground and pulled a new one from his waist, pressing it into the feed port.

"This is the last box; when we get back, we'll have to ask Elder Qin for more bullet funding."

He pulled the trigger, the sound of gunfire and Xie Feng's chanting overlapping over the square.

He tilted his head to glance at Xie Feng and found that Xie Feng's forehead was already covered with a thin, dense layer of fine sweat, and his magic power was about to bottom out.

"How are those great and extraordinary species doing?!"

Lu Mingyuan awoke from the state of account-stealing and immediately began pointing directions with outstretched hands.

"In the northwest direction, there is a portion of Jiuzhou humans underground, but the people behind their council hall cannot be saved; they are already insane."

"Received!"

Xie Feng increased the volume of his chanting, the tongue in his mouth having turned into tentacle-like things.

Seeing that Lu Mingyuan had acted, Xu Liujing fiercely crushed the blood-stained rune stone in his hand.

All the Children of the Wind were suppressed to the point where they could hardly move.

The guards rushed out like lightning, continuously bringing out the unconscious Jiuzhou residents from the places pointed out by Lu Mingyuan.

"No!!"

That city lord shouted aloud, forced himself to half-kneel, and began chanting some damned spell.

Following his chanting, a burst of smoke and dust kicked up in the distance.

Several humanoid-like creatures, covered from head to toe in messy, fluffy, and extremely coarse white hair, with huge ears growing on their heads and extremely incongruous, dirty, and ugly long arms.

Most conspicuously, they possessed six thick, giant limbs and giant horns growing on top of their heads.

Xie Feng widened his eyes, finally seeing what his ancestors had witnessed.

"Contact Nophke?!"