Chapter 122

Almost all of the cultists of the Order of the Night God could not resist the impact of this music.

This made the followers of these orders very painful.

The head of the sect said that music could only affect the minions of the Dire at most, and they belonged to the cultists of the higher night gods, so it was impossible for them to be affected by music.

It's not like they haven't heard some music in the past.

Most of the music was relatively flat, and even the kind of war songs used on the battlefield would only make them feel a little uncomfortable, but it was impossible for the pain to penetrate deep into the bone marrow like it is now, and almost torture each of them to madness.

In fact, if Zhang Youxing hadn't appeared, the music in this world might have been the same as before, mainly soothing music, or the kind of bard chanting poems, which really didn't have much lethality for the real Night God cultists.

But most of the songs sung by Hatsune are not very soothing, each one is more exciting than the other, especially the song of Hatsune's disappearance, even ordinary people who have not been exposed to Hatsune culture will feel a little unaccustomed to it when they hear it for the first time, or they are not very adaptable, not to mention these Dire who are naturally disgusted with this kind of music, and their ability to have this reaction is almost something that Zhang Youxing has long expected.

"It seems to work, so it's a great thing that I can start with that and help the country with the Dire problem, and by the way, develop a musical film."

Zhang Youxing has already made several plans in his heart.

The Council of Seven was still wary of itself, but for now, it seemed that only he could help the country.

The Winter Mountain Kingdom is not as desperate as it needs Zhang Youxing's help, even without Zhang Youxing's help, with Alberta's governance methods, it is still no problem to govern a country well without the continuous invasion of the Winter Spirit Empire.

But the Winter Spirit Empire is different, if it doesn't have its own help, the Winter Spirit Empire will at least lose a large area of land, which is a nerve-wracking thing.

Then you can talk to the seven-member council about the conditions, such as increasing your rights in entertainment and dissemination, and don't deliberately restrict yourself.

Zhang Youxing didn't have any more pursuits, he had never thought about what kind of ruler he wanted to be in his heart, otherwise, from the beginning, he could have used all kinds of destructive weapons exchanged for notoriety to occupy at least the two countries of Dongshan and Dongling, and it would not be too troublesome at all.

On this point, Alberta saw it far more clearly than the seven guys on the side of the Winter Spirit Empire.

When Alberta found out about Zhang Youxing's cultural development, he understood what this stranger wanted to do, he really had no interest in the so-called throne or ruler, so he took the initiative to do business with Zhang Youxing, of course, until now, it is only limited to business, Alberta and Zhang Youxing have always been very tacitly and have not made any cross-border behavior.

Otherwise, with Alberta's shrewdness, it would be impossible to allow a person like Zhang Youxing who might threaten his position in his own country, and even if he tried his best to drive Zhang Youxing out.

Although the expressions of these disciples were painful, almost distorted as if they were humans, listening to the sound of howling, they were very energetic, and they did not feel weak at all.

This music is only aimed at the Dire energy that is almost entangled with the souls of these cultists.

Music is like a kind of purifier, constantly purifying the Dire energy of every cultist, and if you look at it from the perspective of normal humans, this kind of behavior is actually saving these cultists who are stuck in the quagmire.

But for these believers, this is not a happy thing.

The pain still existed after all, and finally someone couldn't help it, and one of the disciples shouted hoarsely: "Don't let it go, I can say something!" Please stop! ”

"Say something? I don't want some, I want all. Add looked at the cultists who were trembling and screaming on their knees with a cold expression.

It's so ugly, if he could, Add would even want to kill them all now, because almost no one of them would be clean, and their hands must have been stained with the blood of civilians, and I don't know how many civilians have become Dire slaves in their hands.

If it weren't for these people, maybe the initial line of defense would not have been broken at all, and the Winter Spirit Empire would not have lost so much land and so many people.

Thinking of this, Add even wanted to turn up his voice a little louder and dance in front of everyone.

Add didn't know how he had such an impulsive thought all of a sudden.

However, the music of the Walkman has been put to the maximum.

"I'm willing to say it all!" The other believer could not bear it, and when one person was willing to tell a part of the secret, then it would be like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and they could no longer bear it and were willing to confess.

But at this moment, black spots appeared on the body of a cultist, and then gradually spread to the whole body.

Alan knows best what this situation is.

This means that this person was completely devoured by the energy of the night god, and at the same time, because he betrayed the night god in his heart, he was eaten by the night god, and I am afraid that before he could say anything, he would be completely killed by this energy.

Sure enough, when the cultist's body was completely covered in black spots, his eyes widened, and he lay straight on the ground motionless, and then the gray-black energy began to overflow, but without the protection of the entity, this energy quickly vaporized and disappeared under the impact of the music.

Several other confessors also had the same symptoms at this time.

Add reacted immediately, and immediately drew his long sword and aimed it at all the cultists, releasing a powerful protective magic energy, hoping that this kind of guarding magic would keep these cultists from dying.

But the spread of this Dire energy seems to be irreversible, and almost all of the cultists die within minutes.

In the end, only one person remained.

That's Allen.

Alan stared at all this blankly, holding his head in his hands, and pretending to make a painful expression all the time.

However, this kind of acting is like indiscriminate filling, and it is not too obvious in the crowd, but when he is the only one left now, his acting skills seem so clumsy.

"Don't pretend!" Add holds the sword against Alan.

He's not in a good mood right now.