"Every deathly silent night, listen to the secret sound of blood beneath the ground;
They love strange chants and the songs of the dead alike;
Are they singing of fanciful revenge, or desolate despair?"
The eerie, terrifying song continued to echo across the sea.
As humans and gods joined in harmony, and the blood light within the Blood Sacrifice Statue blazed forth, the golden chains locked around the chest of the "God of Opera," Purcell, continuously emitted crisp cracking sounds.
They actually began snapping inch by inch.
Madness, coldness, brutality, slaughter, misery, pain—countless emotions belonging to tragedy were like savage beasts gradually breaking free from their cages, baring their fangs and claws in the night sky!
Whether fish in the sea or birds in the sky, all fled far away. Clearly, the evil god's declaration of revenge was not merely empty words.
The yellow-robed clown struck first. The hem of his robe billowed high, and countless white doves seemingly folded from paper fluttered into the air and swooped toward Evan.
Clang! Clang!
Strauss, brimming with an artist's air, seemed like a conductor standing in a luxurious concert hall before hundreds or thousands of spectators and his own symphony orchestra.
He waved both hands through the air, scattering notes across the sky.
A bizarre melody, like the cries and laughter of ghosts, seemed capable of communicating with strange beings from other dimensions.
As its deep notes echoed, pairs of eyes filled with cursed resentment opened one after another in the air, staring fixedly at Evan.
"Track Song Pair of Eyes!"
"The evil god really gathered every kind of monster and freak together."
Evan was not particularly surprised by their methods of attack.
When he had suddenly spotted that all-too-familiar Blood Moon overhead, he had instinctively activated his Insight Magic Eye toward