"Since that's the case, then I won't hold back either!"
Yan Huan raised his hand and waved it, and a large number of Yan Huans wielding all manner of weapons charged forward to fight Dominicus.
Golden notes intertwined and collided with all kinds of attacks—
For a time, the entire theater descended into chaos.
"So many people!" March 7th said when she saw all those Yan Huans.
"Still... neither side seems to be going all out."
"Logically speaking, shouldn't the Symphonic Choir be stronger than this?"
The massive figure swung the baton in his hand, golden strings of sound like slender rivers shredding the Yan Huans rushing toward him one by one.
"Nothing more than this." Dominicus declared expressionlessly.
"The time has come. Creation shall be reborn from the divine remains—"
"Wait!"
Seeing that Sunday was about to unleash his ultimate, Yan Huan's original body leaped into the air again, clutching Featherfall Dust as he attempted the same trick.
"Let me try one more time. See if I can put you to sleep!"
[Dream!]
Dominicus had also been prepared for a long time, keeping watch over Yan Huan's original body.
Seeing him fly in, Sunday immediately raised his hand. [Tuning]!
The two illusion-inducing powers collided, and the enormous shockwave they produced swept across the entire theater.
This time, both had been prepared and neither fell asleep outright.
The two energies actually canceled each other out.
"Stop making futile struggles."
Dominicus's expression remained unchanged, his divine voice resounding.
"What is wrong with my paradise? Why must you drag people back into the painful reality?!"
"Because this paradise is as fragile as a cicada's wing." Yan Huan's gaze was resolute.
"The galaxy is like an ocean. You wish for this paradise to become a lone boat upon its surface, a place where