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The heavy stones crashed down on Sergeant Rad's shield, each impact resonating with a thunderous roar that was deafening. Sergeant Rad's strength was formidable; his muscles tensed like a drawn bowstring as he exerted all his effort to block one massive rock after another. Under his firm control, the shield became an almost unshakeable barrier.
Seeing this, Polnareff quickly joined in to lend support. He too possessed excellent combat skills, and together they created a safe haven in the chaos. Sunan was not far behind; he rushed over and stood shoulder to shoulder with Sergeant Rad and Polnareff, their combined strength reinforcing the shield even further.
Although God Tone was overweight, he displayed considerable courage in this critical moment. His heavy footsteps echoed alongside his anxious breaths as he stumbled under the shield, attempting to use his disproportionate weight to bolster its support. Clumsily lowering his head, he pushed his shoulders against the shield, creating a small space beneath where the four of them stood united, holding up this last bastion of safety.
As Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an's magical duel intensified, the entire Assembly Hall felt like a battlefield. Each clash of magic caused the structure to tremble, and from every crack emerged sounds that resembled desperate screams. The powerful magic swept through like a hurricane, pushing the already precarious hall to the brink of collapse. The ceiling cracked in response, debris raining down like arrows, striking the shield that was desperately being held up below.
With every tremor, massive stones continued to fall, heralding a catastrophic descent. The collisions between rocks produced deafening sounds akin to rolling thunder that sent chills down their spines. Sergeant Rad and Sunan bore this immense responsibility; each blow against the shield felt like countless hammers striking down upon them, pushing their strength to its limits. Blood seeped from wounds on their arms, pooling beneath the shield, yet their eyes burned with an unwavering determination.
As the structure of the hall gradually disintegrated, boulders fell like rain, plunging the scene into chaos. The vibrations caused by the magical fluctuations tore the hall into countless pieces; fragments from the ceiling rained down violently upon those fighting to resist, filling the space with dust and debris that obscured their vision almost entirely. Underneath the shield, God Tone, Polnareff, and others worked closely together to form a final line of defense, even as each impact pressed them with unprecedented pressure and pain. In this life-and-death moment, their unity became their only hope for survival.
In the crumbling Assembly Hall, every falling stone brought with it a jarring crash that sent shivers through them. The sounds of impacts against the shield were continuous like a relentless drumbeat; those holding it felt their arms begin to tremble as their muscles strained like tightly drawn bowstrings ready to snap at any moment. Yanyan and Yolo's screams echoed through the air; their panic spread like a virus, heightening the tension in the atmosphere.
Sunan furrowed his brow tightly; faced with such dire circumstances, he could not suppress his anger as he shouted at God Tone, "Damn it! God Tone! It's all your fault for causing trouble earlier! If we had two more people helping now, things would be so much better!" His voice nearly drowned out the surrounding chaos as he fixed a sharp gaze on God Tone, his reproach laced with helplessness.
A flicker of guilt crossed God Tone's face; his hefty body trembled slightly under the shield as he gritted his teeth and tried to channel more strength into supporting it. Both Sergeant Rad and Polnareff were drenched in sweat as they struggled to hold up the shield against the relentless rain of debris.
This magical disaster triggered by Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an had exceeded their expectations; everyone was exerting themselves fully against this sudden calamity in hopes of finding even a glimmer of survival. Underneath the pressure of falling stones and dust, their unity and efforts became the last beacon against despair.
Amidst the chaos of battle, a stone suddenly broke loose and struck God Tone on the arm. This seemingly insignificant collision triggered an outsized reaction. God Tone had thought his ample flesh could withstand any blow, but this pain far exceeded his expectations; his face turned pale as agony twisted his normally jovial expression.
In that instant of impact from the stone, God Tone involuntarily released his grip on the shield he had been holding tightly. This action seemed simple but was akin to a pebble hitting a calm lake surface—setting off a chain reaction. The portion of the shield he had supported suddenly lost its backing, tipping the balance of strength between Sergeant Rad and Sunan into disarray.
The scream of God Tone pierced through the chaos of the battlefield, his expression revealing not just physical pain, but an exaggerated panic and theatricality. Everything about it seemed absurd and ridiculous; God Tone's reaction was so overblown that, in this moment of life and death, he appeared to turn suffering into a performance.
Those around him felt both anger and helplessness at his behavior. Yanyan and Yolo were forced into a greater state of panic by his cries and antics, while Sergeant Rad and Sunan had to protect themselves while trying to stabilize the collapsing shield. In the midst of this chaos, God Tone undoubtedly increased everyone's burden, yet his bulk and untimely actions infused the entire scene with an incredible sense of absurdity.
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