The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

Xiao Wutong didn't know that there were tens of thousands of eyes on him through the screen, and he didn't know that many media came to this event, and the system that should have reminded him was sent by him to invade Egypt. The inside of Leton's mecha system, and missed the opportunity to know all this.

The mech drill field of the Capital Comprehensive College is extremely large. This is the class place prepared for the students of the mecha combat department. It has accommodated up to [-] mechas fighting at the same time. Its extent is indescribable.The auxiliary areas of the participating teams are on both sides of the practice field, close to the wall.

Those who are close can hardly see it, and those who are far away can't see clearly.

This is why Xiao Wutong has no fear of performing on the spot.

Because he didn't think that anyone would pay attention to him in a small corner during the fierce competition in the practice field.

Xiao Wutong played the piano on his own, and the sound of the piano flowed into the practice field, directly affecting Elton's soul.

Although he is a Dharma cultivator, he has been exposed to the Yin Cultivation Technique, and he is considered to be a highly accomplished one.This performance is not like the performance on the stage only for the effect of performance, but only pays attention to the auxiliary effect on the battle, so his movements are gradually breaking away from the conventional performance.

A large amount of spiritual power flowed from the dantian and circulated between the hands. As the fingers played, the spiritual power gradually soaked all the strings, and the extremely thin strings were immediately covered with a large number of lines.

Those are runes.

Densely packed, extremely fine runes.

Even if the most powerful talisman masters in the entire alliance are gathered together and studied for five or six years, it is absolutely impossible to produce such an exquisite talisman.

But these are quite simple things for Xiao Wutong.

He didn't engrave the runes on the entire guqin, but carved all the strings again and again, and poured spiritual power into the strings along the runes, and the music that flowed out changed its tune in an instant.

Urgent, urgent, indomitable.

The song is so contagious that once one hears it, one cannot forget it.

Xiao Wutong raised the corners of his lips, and his fingers brushed over all the strings from bottom to top in an instant.

Notes burst in the air.

The invisible spiritual power shot out along his fingertips, and rushed straight into the practice field with that intense tune.

Elton heard the music.

Or rather, he heard new music.

Today's military department has already removed the war song singer from the army. When Elton was a genius child of the Mongotug family, he had never seen a war song singer, let alone knew the battle song's effect on mechas. Warrior's influence.

Warsong is a useless job.

Although its auxiliary ability is very strong, most of the mechs are fighting in the universe. To make the battle song work, the sound must be transmitted through the communication system inside the mech, but after the transmission of the signal, no matter how strong the auxiliary The function has also become extremely weak.

The rumors that existed thousands of years ago about the powerful war song singer who could make his singing spread in the universe and directly kill the Zerg race were just rumors.

Battle songs are just singers for entertaining the masses.

This comes from the concept of the military department, even after going through the selection of tomorrow's stars, it has not changed in the slightest.

But now Elton has to doubt his persistence, because with the sound of Xiao Qishu's singing, the opponent's strength begins to increase rapidly like a rocket.

The strength and speed all increased by a large margin, and the original state of being evenly matched was instantly broken.

In an instant, he was extremely struggling to cope.

This is the ability of War Song?

Isn't it said that these singers can only inspire people!

After fighting for a long time, Elton felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, and his reactions were getting slower and slower. From his past experience, he knew that this was a precursor to losing control of his mental power.

But he must persevere, and must knock down the opponent before he loses control of the mech completely!

This thought came up frequently, and Elton gritted his teeth and persisted. His eyes were protruding, and the fundus of his eyes was stained blood red due to excessive force.

Too tired, too difficult, my head hurts...

But you must persist!

Can't stop here!

Elton told himself so.

The connection between the mental power and the mech is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, intermittent, and the black mech has already taken advantage of this time to attack frantically.

Feiying could only defend his weakness in vain, trying not to lose himself because of it.

This new music sounded at this time.

It doesn't look like a complete piano piece, it's more like a player playing it freely.

But the sound of the piano entered the ears, and the originally chaotic brain suddenly cleared up.

Elton was taken aback for a moment, he was keenly aware of some changes in his body, at this moment, the black mech noticed his negligence, and rushed out quickly!

It seized a good opportunity, and the distance between Feiying and Feiying was really too close. When Elton reflected, the opponent had already rushed in front of him. Popped out and pointed at Feiying.

If this punch continues, Fei Ying will be sentenced to serious injury!

The distance between them is even less than one meter!

Elton's mind went blank.

His mental power linked him to the entire mecha, and that connection was stronger than ever before. Feiying was like his half body, and he was able to control it like an arm.

And that black mecha close at hand...

"Too slow." Elton murmured in the cockpit.

Compared with Qi Chen, the movements of the black mecha are like a toddler's, slow and full of flaws.

The moment before the fist hit him, Feiying bent down and lay on his back on the ground, with his arms supporting the angle, he raised his legs and stepped on the black mech's abdomen.

Then a hard one.

Following the inertia, the black mech was kicked straight to the edge of the practice field, and its head hit the protective energy shield hard.

The huge sound covered Xiao Qishu's singing in an instant, and the impacted energy shield caused huge waves, as if it was about to shatter in the next moment.

There were screams from the audience.

Elton turned over and stood up.

The sound of the piano was roaring in his head, and huge power was flowing into his body with the sound, supporting his soul to bulge.

His form has never been better.

Elton thought.

But deep in his soul, there was a deep sigh.

not enough.

need more.

The sound of the piano built a bridge between the mecha and the mental power, making up for the sequelae caused by the damage to the core of the soul. Elton gasped for breath in the cockpit, but the bloodshot eyes in his eyes suddenly became more and more.

not enough.

He needs more.

Something more to defeat the immediate opponent.

Something roared in his head.

In other words, the core of his soul is desperately longing for the energy that comes with the sound, trying to use it to fill his own wounds.

The black mech rolled around on the ground and stood up. It made a defensive movement on guard, as if thinking that the opponent would definitely use this time to escape into the air, but strangely, Feiying was still standing there.

Elton's mind was astoundingly clear.

For a moment, he could even see the connection between himself and the mecha.

It was a thread as thin as a spider's silk, one end stuck to his skin, and the other end extended to every corner of the cockpit.

But at the same time, he could feel that this power was not his own.

Without this power, it is even difficult to control the mecha.

The strong longing is becoming more and more obvious from the depths of the soul.

Can't let this power go away.

He needs the help of this power!

Elton tightly closed his eyes and shook his head.

Others don't know what the sound of the piano is, how can he not know!

Even if Xiao Wutong doesn't have the slightest intention to protect his identity!

He can't lay hands on his friends either!

The practice field fell into an eerie silence. After a brief confrontation between Feiying and the black mech, he moved again.

This time, Elton successfully flew into the air.

The distance has been opened, and now it is his battlefield!

The black curly eyelashes half-covered the brown pupils, the cherry-blossom-colored lips curled up in a small arc, and the half-length black hair patted behind the ears obediently.

Xiao Wutong has been completely immersed in playing.

The flowing piano sound passes through the auxiliary area and enters the practice field, confronting the other party at a level unknown to the human eye.

He could clearly see the collision of rhythms.

The spiritual power triggered by the melody is like two bullets, head to head, colliding with each other impartially, one smashed into pieces, while the other was unscathed.

In a world invisible to the naked eye, all kinds of spiritual power collide together, and bright colors are everywhere.

Of course, the spiritual power under Xiao Qishu's control was peeling away from the black mecha's body one by one.

Xiao Wutong has the ability to completely drive Xiao Qishu's melody out of this territory, but he has to take his time.

Because Xiao Qishu sang for a while, he was consuming his spiritual root.

It's really fun to watch the enemy send yourself to the grave.

In the black mech, the strong man felt that the strength that supported his super-level performance just now was gradually fading.

As Xiao Qishu's teammate, he knew that the auxiliary force brought by the battle song had begun to weaken, but the strong man was not worried.

This is just the normal weakening of the support effect of the war song. After the war song singer rests for a while and recovers, his strength will rise again.

Xiao Qishu also thought so.

But he was a little puzzled, because the climax of the song hadn't been sung at this time, how could the effect of the battle song fade in advance.

After all, in a battle song, the climax of the song is the part that can most stimulate the potential of mech warriors.

Xiao Qishu frowned, his eyes fixed on the center of the practice field, and he sang loudly with the colorful microphone in his hand, but he didn't realize that the talismans on the microphone were surprisingly bright.

It seems that the energy inside is being extracted at a high speed. When the energy is extracted, these strange lights will suddenly dim.

The more Xiao Qishu sang the battle song, the more passionate he became. He almost sang with all his strength, but that strength did not break through Xiao Wutong's lock at all, instead it was given to the audience.

How could the spectators standing here be compared with the mecha fighters who were fighting? The excess spiritual power unceremoniously broke into the body, constantly stimulating the mental power, which made these spectators fall into a strange madness.

They yelled and yelled like crazy, pushing forward one after another, showing an inhuman madness.

This madness has spread across the stars through the live broadcast of the optical network. Their focus has shifted from the mechs in the fierce battle to the invisible fight in the auxiliary area.

"It's strange, I've heard the battle song before, is the effect so exaggerated, why don't I feel it at all?"

"I've been to the Star of Tomorrow finals, and Xiao Qishu's songs sounded good. How could he perform like this?"

"What's the matter, you're going crazy after watching a game?"

"Ahhh, when will the camera turn to my little Wutong!"

Just as he was speaking, the camera was fixed on Xiao Wutong in the auxiliary area. The professional camera captured his figure clearly, and the intoxicated and weird scene of playing the piano made people unable to take their eyes off it.

"The phoenix tree is so beautiful!"

"But what's the point of him playing? He's not a warsinger."

"Maybe Wutong is really a war song singer! Even if not, the little Wutong who plays the piano seriously and wants to help his teammates is so cute that it will explode!"

"Oh, cute? You're almost stupid! Thinking that you can sing battle songs if you sing well, you're so self-righteous!"

"That's right, a real war song singer needs qualifications!"

"Wait a minute, stop arguing, don't you think there is something wrong with Wutong's state!"

After swiping several messages in the comments in a row, the people who were tearing apart finally noticed this and looked at the screen.

The corners of Xiao Wutong's lips were smiling, his eyes were terribly bright, he was staring straight at the battle mecha, his hands were flicking on the guqin, and the afterimage could be seen.

How is this going?

Could it be that even he was moved by Xiao Qishu's battle song?

It was impossible for Xiao Wutong to be influenced by Xiao Qishu, but he just played and played, and suddenly felt that he was not happy enough.

The world he saw at this time was completely different from others. It was a world where all kinds of spiritual power gathered together, collided with each other, and then exploded a large piece of light.

Gorgeous like a picture scroll.

The audience's shouts filled the entire practice field, Xiao Wutong sighed and looked at the picture in front of him, suddenly an impulse surged from the bottom of his heart.

"System~ I'm so excited."

"I really want to do something, I can do anything!"

"What else can you do?" The system took time to look at him, "Isn't it just playing the piano?"

"Yes! Playing the piano!" Xiao Wutong's eyes lit up, and he smiled strangely, "I'm just playing the piano~"

With a sweet and lovely smile hidden in the corner of his lips, he looked at Xiao Qishu across the lively practice field.

The other party was already sweating profusely, and the effect of the battle song he sang became more and more powerful.

This is the embodiment of burning spiritual roots.

It's so beautiful.Xiao Wutong thought happily.How wonderful it is to watch people send themselves into hell step by step.

But I still have some regrets, it would be great if Xiao Qishu could be told what he is doing now.

At that time, the other party's desperate face must have been more beautiful.

"You're a psychopath."

"I'm not~"

The fingers turned into afterimages on the strings. If the strings had not been strengthened by runes, they might have broken by now.

Xiao Wutong didn't care about that, the almost crazy atmosphere in the venue stimulated his senses, the more he played, the more excited he became, and the more he played, the happier he was, and even put all his energy into the sound of the piano,

The spiritual power frantically condensed in mid-air, and then under the control of the rhythm, it poured into Feiying's cockpit and broke into the driver's body.

Elton was extremely excited.

There is power frantically stimulating his brain, and the forced excitement can never fade away.

But at this time Elton didn't want to fade away.

Those forces that fill the depths of the soul seem to contain some crazy factors. The souls of ordinary people have no resistance to this kind of thorough emotional penetration, and Elton has been brought into it inadvertently.

His attack gradually lost his tricks, he only used his fists and shells to frantically chase the enemy, but his offensive became more and more powerful, and the black mecha was tired of coping, and he even had the mood to attack Thinking of other things between attacks.

For example, think about the power that helps his mental power control the mecha.

How wonderful this power is.If it can stay in the body for a long time, then what does it matter if the mental power is damaged.

Anyway, he can still pilot the mecha.

The power full of soul was churning under the agitation of the melody, and Elton's desires that he didn't know clearly were caught and magnified. He opened his eyes wide, and the thoughts became stronger and stronger.

Then take that power back.

Feiying raised his fist high and slammed it down. The black mecha hurriedly avoided, leaving only a blank ground.

But Elton did not take back the offensive, he continued to smash down.

boom! ! ! !

The practice field trembled, and the ground made of special materials was smashed into a big hole.

Xiao Wutong giggled, he looked at the big pit happily, and the crazier audience made his spirit wander on the edge of danger.

And this kind of madness, through the spread of spiritual power, unintentionally manipulated Elton's thinking.

Feiying straightened up and turned to look at the black mecha.

Then it stopped moving.

Because inside the mecha, Elton stared at those spider-like threads, and somehow grabbed them.

The bulging soul trembled slightly.

At this moment, no one expected this moment, the grasped silk thread instantly turned into pure power, rushing into the depths of Elton's soul.

On the tightly wrapped soul core, a small crack opens and closes slightly like a living thing, swallowing this power.

Some kind of indescribable feeling spread from the depths of the soul to the whole body.

It felt so wonderful and so nostalgic.

Elton was only stunned for a second, and then he heard a roar from the depths of his soul.

more!And more!

more what?

The audience shouted frantically, and the battle on the rehearsal field gradually changed from a high-level mecha duel to a mecha version of fighting. The crazy and passionate audience shouted even more frantically, and this crazy The atmosphere turned around and stimulated Xiao Wutong.

His voice started to mess up.

There is no melody, just the superposition of notes and spiritual power one after another, but the effect caused by the melody becomes more and more powerful, and the spiritual power is continuously injected into Elton's body.

Under normal circumstances, Elton, who had received such a huge amount of spiritual power, would have exploded and died long ago, not even leaving his soul behind.

But now, the crack lying on the core of the soul is like a bottomless pit, devouring Xiao Wutong's strength without restraint.

First, the spiritual power intruded from the outside world, followed by the power mixed in the melody itself, and then, the core of the soul directly used the trace of spiritual consciousness left in Elton's body by Xiao Wutong to seize Xiao Wutong's spiritual power.

Perhaps this shouldn't be regarded as snatching, because at this time Xiao Wutong was already in an inexplicable excitement, and he frantically vented his spiritual power from the sound of the piano and poured it into Elton's body.

The power is so huge that mortals can swallow it, so a larger part spread out from Elton's side. The strength and strength are difficult to hinder even the range limit set by himself.

People suddenly heard the sound of guqin in the venue.

The voice was rushing and intense, without melody, but it forced people to move forward, into madness.

But the strange thing is that the person who heard the sound of the zither got rid of the influence of Xiao Qishu's war song inexplicably, and sat back in his seat with a dazed expression, causing the once chaotic meeting place to fall into a strange calm.

Only in the center of the practice field, two mecha giants were fighting crazily and fiercely, and the voices of the people and the piano were spreading in mid-air.

No one knows how the Warsong generates its power, or even if there is a duel between the Warsongs.

But at this time, people strangely ignored the mechas, and only listened to the rhythm in the air.

One encourages support, and the other madly attacks.

It is difficult for voices to blend together, but they are inexplicably harmonious, making it easy for people to separate two completely different battle songs.

"Host, what are you doing!"

Feeling something was wrong at this moment, the system finally distractedly looked at the surrounding scene, but at this time its shouts had no effect at all.

Xiao Wutong curled the corners of his lips, the more he played, the happier he became.

Strangely, he ignored the crazily passing spiritual power, ignored the half-emptied dantian in a short period of time, stood up abruptly, and wanted to hug the guqin, playing and singing with all his strength.

But when he raised his head, he looked into a pair of dark and calm pupils.

That was Qi Chen, his senior brother.

Xiao Wutong's movements stopped for a second or two, and he sat back in an instant.

Back straight, both hands pressed on the strings, calming down the vibration of the strings.

Then he raised his head and mouthed to his senior brother.

"This...is...for...for...you..."

He smiled slyly, his fingers gently playing on the strings.

In the woods in the early morning, there is a breeze blowing, the leaves are rustling, and some are yellow, falling from the branches, and circling with the wind.

Around the people hugging each other in the woods, turning in circles.

It was like in that early morning, he was in the woods, singing to him who was wearing a mask.

Xiao Wutong's eyes never left Qi Chen.

He played the music lightly and softly, completely forgetting about the current situation.

But when the song was over, he smiled silly for a moment, and his face suddenly changed.

This is not right!

Why did he suddenly go crazy!

And why would it consume so much spiritual power!

Xiao Wutong's face turned pale, and he immediately cast his consciousness on Feiying.

Half of the spiritual power of a monk in the ascension stage is definitely a terrifying concept, no one's body can bear such power.

But Elton was not at all abnormal. From the other side of his consciousness, he could even feel his desire for spiritual power.

How is this going?

Xiao Wutong took a deep breath.

Somehow, he felt as if something was trying to tell him something through this incident.

One very important thing that he must know.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good evening mom and dad

The sycamore is flying!

wrong

I was picked up by my brother

Brother, brother, put me down quickly!

The towels are falling off!

Damn!

Really dropped!