In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

Chapter 2620 Amusement Park 2

Zhang Yi did not linger.

These sand-snatching robots, which cannot be killed in the short term, will still be left to Uncle You and his team to deal with.

He needs to find the last guardian as soon as possible, defeat him, and obtain the key fragment.

Fatty Xu used the iceberg to clear a path, separating the twisting, attacking Sand Sweeper robots and creating a road for Zhang Yi to reach the center of the park.

He walked along the red carpet-like path in the center of the amusement park, and right in front of him stood a huge theater.

It's less of a theater and more of a massive castle. Although time has left its mark, it still exudes a magnificent and awe-inspiring presence.

At this moment, colorful searchlights lit up the sky above the theater, illuminating the approaching night.

At the theater entrance, a row of mechanical waiters in tuxedos stood motionless with their heads bowed, like audience guides who had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Yi still didn't bring anyone with him, and walked towards the theater step by step by himself.

The mechanical waiters, dressed in somewhat worn tailcoats, respectfully lowered their hat brims and bowed in unison to invite Zhang Yi into the theater.

In Zhang Yi's left eye, the second hand of time turned, confirming that these guys wouldn't attack him.

He walked step by step to the ten-meter-high gate. The red paint on the door had mostly peeled off, and it made a creaking sound before slowly opening.

A dim light entered Zhang Yi's eyes.

Inside the hall, the red carpet was as red as blood, golden reliefs covered the ceiling, and crystal chandeliers hung down, casting a dusty glow.

Behind the stage, a half-closed curtain emitted very soft music, the sound pleasant and cheerful.

Zhang Yi walked into the theater, and the doors behind him closed quickly.

This is a prototype grand theater, with a huge auditorium surrounding the second floor. The seats are occupied by dilapidated mechanical lifeforms, some of which appear to be completely unusable.

On the stage in front, a heavy red curtain hung down, the ground was covered in dust, but the stage itself was spotless.

Zhang Yi stood at the front of the stage, sword in hand, quietly waiting for some inevitable event to occur.

Just then, "Click!" "Click!" "Click!" The theater suddenly lit up.

Countless pale blue lights were lit one after another, casting their light on the empty audience seats.

The red curtain slowly rose, and in the center of the stage, a woman stood quietly.

She was tall and slender, wearing a deep red floor-length dress with a hem like a waterfall in the night. The chest was decorated with intricate metallic patterns, and her shoulders and back were open, revealing her near-perfect human figure.

Her long, silvery-white hair reached her waist, her skin was as pale as porcelain, her lips were dark red, and her eyelids were lowered, as if she were a protagonist born to stand under the spotlight.

Behind her, a tall, bronze-colored round mirror floated, its frame engraved with intricate patterns, its surface as still as water.

Behind the stage, a mechanical orchestra stood in formation:

A pianist wearing a top hat, a mechanical string player, a drummer with a metal skeleton, and a musician holding a brass instrument.

Behind her on both sides were a circle of dancing robots in formal attire, wearing masks, and remaining motionless.

The music in the air gradually became clearer; it was a slow and eerie waltz.

The woman looked up, her eyes shining with a blood-red yet exceptionally clear light, and a polite smile curved her lips.

"Welcome to my theater."

The voice was both extremely beautiful and extremely cold.

Zhang Yi stared at her, the Taixu bathrobe quietly unfolded, and the second hand of time had already started.

"You are the last guardian."

The Guardian of Music, the Death Diva.

The Death Songstress slowly bent down towards Zhang Yi. She was enormous, probably over six meters tall.

Her eyes were blue, like some kind of pure crystal.

Instead of attacking Zhang Yi, she asked him a strange question.

"Were you sent by Lucas?"

Zhang Yi was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Lucas?

He racked his brains but couldn't recall ever knowing such a person.

But Zhang Yi is a man of principle; he wouldn't simply say he doesn't know him.

"Who are you to him?"

Zhang Yi countered by saying he wanted to see how smart this AI was, hoping to fool it and find an opportunity to get rid of it.

But upon hearing Zhang Yi's reply, her expression immediately changed, and a chilling killing intent flashed in her eyes.

She gracefully spread her arms and gently curtsied.

"It seems you are not."

"Then let me offer you the last dance of your life!"

The mechanical lifeform band members behind him suddenly turned their heads and looked at Zhang Yi, their eyes emitting an eerie red light.

Their hands moved simultaneously, and they immediately began to play.

A piece of music with a tight and exciting melody instantly resonated throughout the entire theater!

The Death Songstress slowly turned around, her footsteps echoing a crisp rhythm on the stage.

The ball of death has begun.

The notes were like blades, the drumbeats like hammers; every high note leap of the piano transformed into an invisible shockwave that crashed into Zhang Yi's chest.

A slender blade extends from the dancer's swirling skirt, slicing through the air as she leaps, slashing at his throat, joints, and blind spots in time with the music.

However, Zhang Yi had already seen through everything, and he remained calm and composed.

The Taixu Bath Robe blocked most of the damage for him, but he still had to constantly allocate the power of the Netherworld to resist these dense energy and physical impacts.

The melody of the music echoed throughout the theater, and the Death Songstress's attacks, like waves, surged towards Zhang Yi along with her dance moves.

Amidst the glint of swords and the clash of blades, they were flung out from beneath her magnificent skirt.

Crimson laser beams swept brilliantly through the air from his eyes.

"Grand burial in the underworld!"

Zhang Yi began to counterattack, raising his hand and swinging his sword. The river of the Netherworld instantly surged into the sky, swirling around him and blocking all attacks. At the same time, he launched a counterattack against the Death Songstress!

Seeing that ordinary attacks had no effect, Death Songstress's expression subtly changed.

The Death Songstress parted her lips slightly, her voice shifting subtly. At the same time, the magnificent, enormous bronze mirror behind her slowly lit up and floated in front of her.

"You're afraid of death."

The bronze mirror emitted a burst of light, and a beam of deep blue light shone on Zhang Yi.

The light was neither painful nor itchy, yet in an instant it stripped away all his instinctive composure, causing his heart to clench suddenly, and a deep-seated will to survive to be amplified infinitely.

The defense of the Taixu Bath Robe hesitated for a moment, as if it also wanted to live, so it instinctively contracted and could no longer fight back with all its might.

Zhang Yi's defenses plummeted.

The band's next wave of sonic blades and the dancer's swords roared in, actually piercing through the Taixu bathrobe and slicing out large sparks on the surface of the Demon God Armor!

Zhang Yi's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This is... a rule-based ability!"

Zhang Yi finally confirmed one thing: the Guardians were not simply mechanical life forms; they were truly living beings!