Chapter 140
Jeanne Darc, or rather, Joan of Arc of Mycenae in the North.
Mozart had assumed she would be in the North, waiting for him to tire himself out, and using the advantage of not being overshadowed by the Grand Symphony to fight him.
The Grand Harmonizer had no idea that Joan of Arc would venture deep into the Water and Soil covered by the Grand Symphony, and even directly attack the Fool's Ship's ship, which he himself was commanding.
"In other words, that's how the war began."
Mozart muttered to himself, raising his hands and clapping them in front of him.
[The First Imprint: The Blessing of the God of Music]
Released!
The fire and dark clouds that had enveloped the entire legion vanished instantly.
Suddenly, Golem Legion and a full-strength Bard Legion appeared on the once calm sea.
However, Joan of Arc, who had just boarded the Fool's Ship, suddenly changed her expression and looked up abruptly.
The interior of the steel-cast warship suddenly became spacious and high—the steel overhead instantly rose upwards, transforming into a pitch-black night sky.
In the darkness of night, the howling wind sang a mournful song.
Mozart removed the first mark that had enveloped the entire Issu army, and then reinstated it on the inside of the Fool's Ship!
This is an extremely rare domain type imprint!
In other words, Mozart could freely drag his enemies into his midst and calmly accomplish miracles of fighting against multiple opponents.
Regardless of whether he possesses lethal achievements, under the blessing of the Twilight Realm, this mark has become extremely terrifying.
Now, it has enveloped Joan of Arc.
In the captain's cabin, Mozart leisurely raised his arm and gently tapped his baton.
The Grand Harmonizer laughed:
[The Second Mark - The Melody of the Angels]
As night fell, the mournful song of the howling wind suddenly stopped, and the melody it sang became sacred and soaring.
Joan of Arc suddenly felt an intense itching on the skin of her arms and legs.
When she looked down, she saw that patches of greasy and dirty feathers had grown on her skin.
214 Who am I? Where am I?
[The First Imprint: The Blessing of the God of Music]
[The Second Mark - The Melody of the Angels]
Inside the Fool's Ship, the narrow passageway stretched endlessly to both ends in an instant, and the original metal dome transformed into a vast night sky.
The wind howled mournfully in the empty night, interspersed with occasional sacred laments.
A fierce wind surrounded Joan of Arc, causing her arms and legs to grow greasy and terrifying feathers.
This is not a realm like Nero's, which was barely sustained by the Golden Theater, but a space created by Mozart himself, existing between the real world and a dream.
Two distinct gates stand on either side of the night sky, one made of bull horn and the other of ivory.
"Know that the dream that cannot be retained has two doors, one made of ox horn and the other of ivory. The dream that comes through the polished ivory door often deceives people, bringing unrealized words; the dream that comes through the polished ox horn door offers a terrifying reality, no matter which mortal dreams it."
This is also recorded in the Odyssey section of Homeric Epics!
The ivory gate represents the falsehood in the dream, while the ox horn gate represents the revealed truth.
But the Homeric Epics, along with Greek Civilization, were swallowed up by Eris long ago. Those who do not know this secret will inevitably be unable to escape the nightmare created by Mozart.
Joan of Arc gritted her teeth.
She ran her hand across her arm, and a dark flame hissed and ignited along the path of the feather.
Flames spread along her arm, setting the entire flagpole ablaze.
Mozart saw it clearly.
Joan of Arc also had achievements—but her achievements were incomplete and damaged.
After repeated pressing and burning, it is no longer possible to recast it.
This gave Mozart some different ideas: capturing Joan of Arc alive was naturally more cost-effective than killing her.
In any case, after he plays the Grand Symphony, the North will once again be under Ys's rule.
At that time, Joan of Arc, now under the command of Ys, might fill the void left by the Grand Harmonizer.
With this in mind, the melody Mozart played became gentler and more soothing, and the howling sound from the sky became soft and tender, as pervasive as ripples on water.
"We can't stay here. One of these two doors must be a trap."
Although Joan of Arc was unaware of the details in Homeric Epics, she instinctively made the most correct response.
A flash of light appeared, Joan of Arc threw her spear toward the bull-horn gate.
She herself sped toward Ivory Gate at an alarming speed.
Mozart calmly looked down at Joan of Arc was struggling in her death throes.
The spear is faster.
After flying out of the Ivory Gate, it reappeared out of nowhere in the Fool's Ship's cabin and stabbed an unfortunate musician.
In the next instant, Joan of Arc, who was about to reach the ivory gate, disappeared in the firelight.
The unfortunate musician, who had just been pierced by the spear and was about to play a melody, was burned by the flames that suddenly ignited, causing him to scream in agony.
Joan of Arc emerged somewhat disheveled from the flames, throwing the musician's remains, which were impaled on a spear, to the ground.
She broke free from Mozart's domain!
Before she could even catch her breath, she heard Mozart's smiling voice ring in her ears again.
[The First Imprint: The Blessing of the God of Music]
[The Third Mark: Serenade]
Night fell again, Joan of Arc only had time to throw her spear before she was swallowed up once more.
Call--
The firelight flickered.
Joan of Arc emerged from the flames once more, her armor covered in tiny wounds from which blood continued to gush.
The Maid of Orléans's gaze swept over the edge of the banner—the pure white Fleur-de-lis Banner, now less than a quarter of it remained.
Joan of Arc gripped her spear tightly, ready to hurl it in any direction at any moment.
'Two more chances...'
Joan of Arc did not despair, for she knew Hebe was nearby.
"Truly tenacious, admirable."
Mozart thought to himself, and once again raised his baton, his right hand pressed against his heart.
"You really like this child, Marie."
The intense darkness of night once again spread with the melody.
However, Joan of Arc seemed to be a beat too slow, so much so that the spear in her hand was swallowed by the night before she could throw it.
"This time, will you be able to find the right door again?" Mozart smiled and raised his baton. The lights of the two doors on either side in the distance gradually converged, and it was no longer possible to distinguish between them.
I can't tell them apart, I simply can't tell them apart.
Ultimately, the fact that Joan of Arc could still manage to hold her own against the tide of time was already quite remarkable.
Above the night sky, there were no celestial colors, only dozens of scars that looked like wounds. Accompanied by the howling wind, those scars began to shimmer, as if living things were blinking.
Those are Mozart's eyes.
As the eyes on the sky flickered, Joan of Arc's body began to stagger, and layers of illusory images gradually appeared before her eyes—her pupils also became increasingly chaotic, as if something was about to split and multiply from them.
However, a faint rumbling sound suddenly came from outside the night.
In the captain's cabin, Mozart stood blankly in the center, the baton having slipped from his hand.
The Prophetess Sibyl's cold voice echoed in his ears again and again.
[Grand Harmonizer, the current link to the Grand Symphony has been broken! To reiterate... the current link has been broken!]
How could the Grand Symphony suddenly disconnect?
Before Mozart could have any doubts, a chilling surging sound and swallowing sounds suddenly came from outside the room.
The Grand Harmonizer burst into the captain's cabin, and all he could see was a Serenity deep blue.
Both the ground and the metal walls were now covered in a layer of dark blue slime. When Mozart's gaze fell upon it, it seemed to sense something and extended a cartilaginous spike that swayed freely in the air.
It is a living whole; it is alive!
From the depths of Mozart's heart came the answer from Marie Antoinette, the Pure Water Spirit with whom he shared a symbiotic relationship:
This is 'Nethersea Brand', the remnant left by the Pure Water Spirit after filtering out the spiritual dew. It is also the original appearance of the high seas before Remus established order.
In those days, every drop of water in the high seas had this thick consistency, and countless primordial lives were nurtured within it. Among the Pure Water Spirit, it was called "Primal Soup".
Mozart became secretly worried.
Pure Water Spirit... As an envoy who signed the treaty in the past, Mozart still felt guilty towards these allies. However, without sacrifice, even the status quo could not be maintained.
"As long as Grand Symphony can be played, Atlantis can be unified again."
"Golden humans can understand each other's will, and Pure Water Spirit can be reborn from purified water..."
Mozart muttered to himself.
The Grand Harmonizer closed his eyes, and a sudden gust of wind lifted his body into the sky.
Mozart always maintained a calm and serene demeanor.
The Grand Symphony gave him enough confidence to stay connected with his achievements at any time; but his true confidence lay in his control over the entire Issu army.
However, when he looked down, a dazed look appeared in his eyes.
Where exactly is this?
Where have my invincible fleet and my loyal soldiers gone?
What about my huge, full-fledged orchestra?
Mozart did not know, nor did the Prophetess Sibyl ever answer through his Grand Symphony.
215 Innocent Monster
Mozart was almost certain that the unseen Pure Water Spirit was on the Fool's Ship at that moment.
As the only remaining battleship in the Golden Fleet, the importance of the Fool's Ship to Ys is self-evident.
But Mozart quickly made a decision; he calmly extended his palm and pressed it against the warship where Hebe was hiding.
He didn't understand how the Pure Water Spirit had secretly moved the entire warship out of the battlefield, "transporting" the Fool's Ship to this desolate land where the Grand Symphony couldn't be linked... But it didn't matter, as long as the opponent no longer hid, Mozart was confident of victory.
Because he was Remus's closest friend and also his only political enemy.
The entirety of Atlantis, encompassing fifteen provinces and forty legions, rests on his shoulders!
He will not lose, nor can he afford to lose.
Requiem!
The magnificent musical pieces inherited from the name "Citrus" are also a precious legacy left by Mozart's past achievements.
His past achievements were known as "Requiem for the God of Death".
Remus once described Mozart's great achievements in this way. "Heaven and earth are low, mountains and marshes are level, all things perish, and all are equal!"