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Chapter 279. Listening to the Rain (2)

"Om..."

As Jiang Jianxin was being pushed and shoved by the crowd, he looked up and saw a huge, dreamlike bubble sweeping across the sky.

Each bubble was the size of a watermelon, its surface flowing with twisted and dazzling rainbows, and as it flew overhead, it could almost reflect the bewildered yet subtle panic on a person's face.

"Attention administrator, this is a mortar from the Rose Group."

Ayu's voice came through Bluetooth.

Bubbles and Mortars?

Before Jiang Jianxin could even process this absurd combination, that gentle illusion had already drifted above the white phantom swarm, and then—

boom!
Without warning, they suddenly exploded.

A blinding white light pierced through the field of vision like a sharp sword, followed by a deafening explosion and sand and gravel that surged like waves, kicked up by the violent shockwave.

Jiang Jianxin suddenly pulled his hood down low and instinctively curled up.

The yellow sand was raging and crashing down, its fine but dense particles hitting the brim of my hat and my shoulders like sudden, icy hail.

"boom--"

"boom--"

More bubbles rose silently behind, which then exploded with an even more violent roar.

One shockwave after another pierced the air, making her chest feel tight and her eardrums throb with sharp pain. The world seemed to consist only of chaotic white noise and constantly falling sand.

"Administrator?...Administrator!"

Ayu's voice came intermittently through the Bluetooth headset, only to be swallowed up by the deafening roar of the explosion.

Jiang Jianxin hadn't expected these seemingly dreamlike bubbles to possess such terrifying power. Pushed and jostled by the crowd, she instinctively looked back—

Behind the sand dunes, a dozen or so round, white metal cannons stood silently mounted.

Their shape is more like a large toy water gun, with rounded and blunt lines, and no sense of menace.

A rainbow ring with dopamine-like colors is slowly rotating around the muzzle, reflecting a cloyingly sweet luster that seems out of place amidst the swirling dust.

At first glance, no one would ever associate these seemingly amusement park-like installations with deafening artillery fire.

"Administrator! Administrator!"

Seeing that Jiang Jianxin did not respond for a long time, A Yu automatically turned up the Bluetooth volume.

Jiang Jianxin finally caught a glimpse of A Yu's severely disturbed and distorted electronic voice amidst the continuous explosions.

"I'm here."

She responded hastily, almost drowned out by another loud explosion.

What exactly are these bubbles?

"This is the most lethal model in the Dream Pavilion's 'Childhood' series so far—the 'Seven-Colored Sunshine' mortar."

Ayu's voice rang out rapidly between bursts of gunfire, interspersed with crackling static:
"Before the official release of the 'Dream Core' series, it remains the most advanced suppressive weapon."

Before the words were even finished, another string of enormous bubbles, trailing a dreamlike tail, silently swept across the smoke-filled sky. Ayu's voice was once again swallowed by a deafening roar.

Not only that, but also bursts of intense machine gun fire erupted from both sides of the woodland at the same time—the guns were also exaggerated in shape like cartoon toys, and they were not firing ordinary metal bullets, but crystal glass marbles.

Jiang Jianxin saw countless glittering marbles converge into a scorching torrent, violently pouring into the sand curtain lifted by the artillery fire, instantly igniting a continuous sea of ​​fire.

However, even under such ferocious firepower, those pale ghosts did not stop.

Their twisted, slender silhouettes appeared and disappeared amidst the firelight and thick smoke, the scarlet flames casting an even more eerie and ominous aura upon them, silently and stubbornly spreading forward.

Jiang Jianxin frowned, pondering what these things were—how could they have no effect after bombarding them for so long?
The moment the thought flashed through my mind, a sharp whooshing sound came crashing down from above, and at the same time, A-Yu's voice broke through the static in the Bluetooth connection:
"Admin! Cover your ears!"

Jiang Jianxin almost instinctively raised his hand to cover his ears, and when he looked up, he saw a huge candy piercing the sky—it was a classic double-headed spiral wrapper, wrapped in blue and white striped candy wrapper, but it was so big that it blocked out the light.

The giant candy plunged violently into the center of the churning smoke and dust.

The next moment, a deafening roar that shook the earth tore through the air, and a blinding light accompanied by an expanding shock cloud soared into the sky.

Jiang Jianxin suppressed the urge to form hand seals for defense, and suddenly pulled up his hood to cover his entire head and face, curling up in the howling sandstorm.

As the soft rustling of the dust gradually subsided, she lifted her hood, and the smoke and dust before her eyes slowly dissipated—those long, eerie shadows finally disappeared, leaving only the pungent smell of gunpowder in the air.

Jiang Jianxin coughed uncomfortably twice before realizing that the previous barrage of mortar and machine gun fire was only to ensure that the candy cannon in the rear could kill the monster in one shot.

However, only the white figures that surfaced were killed. The sound of rain began to fall again from Listening to the Rain Pool, and countless ripples appeared on the pale lake surface. Thick foam surged in layers, as if some kind of life was brewing deep within.

"Ugh——"

Just then, a mournful and ethereal sound of a flute drifted out from the side.

It was the singer from the Rose Group who activated the ability.

The sound of the flute seemed to have a physical form, transforming into a wisp of bluish-gray smoke that drifted away from the vast yellow sand, clearly revealing the road ahead.

It is unclear who took the lead, but the crowd that Jiang Jianxin was in began to surge towards the lake like a tide.

As the sound of the flute lingered in his ears, Jiang Jianxin was surprised to find that his mind, which had been buzzing and agitated by the artillery fire, gradually calmed down.

A refreshing and clear feeling spread from the bottom of my heart, like the melting of a mint candy, dispelling all anxiety and discomfort.

As the crowd moved, Jiang Jianxin coughed a few times to clear the yellow dust from his throat, picked up his black broom, and ran alongside the crowd.

As the sound of the flute echoed, the artillery fire behind them fell silent in perfect unison, as if giving them a moment to escape into the abyss.

The closer you get to Listening to the Rain Pool, the more humid and heavy the air becomes, and the crackling sound of foam bursting is incessant.

Ripples spread across the lake, and thick foam surged endlessly, as if some living thing was breathing underwater.

Jiang Jianxin stepped forward along the muddy lake shore, his gaze suddenly freezing—beneath the pale surface of the water, countless distorted infant faces and writhing white shadows floated. They curled up and intertwined, forming a chilling and eerie picture in the deep shadows of the water.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft..."

Accompanied by the sound of water splashing, figures in front of them plunged into the lake one after another.

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath, gripped the broom tightly, and then leaped into the white lake.