Jules stood on the stone steps, surrounded by the choir, like a clergyman among believers—or the conductor of an orchestra.
The gears on his face turned, tugging up the corners of his mouth before gradually curling them into a mad grin.
He slowly extended a hand forward, and the enormous shield began pushing ahead with it.
To the Banshees, it was like a wall bearing down on them.
"Evade!" Ash immediately shouted.
Like water parting around an obstacle, the Banshees slid to either side and cleared the path ahead.
The shield accelerated faster and faster, finally roaring away like a runaway train and smashing into the distant rock wall, shaking loose countless stones.
Nini glanced back at it, shock in her eyes.
That kind of power... really was comparable to a train collision.
Another incomprehensible power. As expected, there was something wrong with this choir!
Jules flipped his hand, and countless longswords suddenly appeared in the air. They promptly turned and shot toward the Banshees!
Some of the Banshees turned to dodge, while others simply raised their guns. Ash's eyes flickered as the long blades in two of her hands caught the descending swords, while her other four hands boldly opened fire on Jules!
Quite a few Banshees shared her thought. In an instant, countless bullets flew toward Jules.
"You don't honestly think I can only control one Hymn at a time, do you?"
Jules glanced at the bullets, and the warheads froze in midair as Solid Ice instantly coated the scorching streams.
"Come to think of it, your Dragon Breath Cannons seem pretty nice."
One black object after another suddenly appeared in the air. The Banshees looked up, their expressions changing drastically.
"D-Dragon Breath Cannons?!"
"How is that possible?"
"Why does he have Dragon Breath Cannons... and why are