The actors of the Dreamweaver Troupe received the grace of " Order " and were transformed into puppets proclaiming the law. They danced under the supreme commandment and performed plays to welcome Paradise.
Besides these three 'actors' from the Dreamweaver Troupe, countless puppets surrounded the Astral Express Crew.
As Sunday's words fell, they did not immediately launch an attack, but maintained an eerie sense of Order.
Every movement seemed precisely rehearsed: raising arms, spinning, stepping, striking... all simultaneously attacking the crowd, instantly dividing the situation into two sides.
March 7th reacted swiftly, drawing back her beloved Six-Phased Ice longbow, and icy blue energy rapidly gathered on the bowstring.
With her clear, melodious shout, countless sharp ice crystal arrows shot towards her flanks like a torrential rain.
The arrows struck the puppets' path with pinpoint accuracy, and in an instant, large shards of ice burst forth from the ground like thorns, forming a thicket of frost-covered thorns that formed a barrier.
Immediately afterwards, March 7th conjured an ice spear, instantly piercing and freezing several puppets.
However, most of the puppets were only slightly delayed. Without hesitation, they smashed through the ice shards with their bodies and continued to advance, covered in ice shards, still fixated on March 7th.
"Hey, hey, hey... why are you all fixated on me? What did I do to deserve this?!"
Even while dodging on March 7th, she didn't forget to complain, saying that Sunday didn't really have any deep-seated grudge against her...
" March 7th, bow your head!" Xing summoned the Flame Spear, its orange-red shaft reflecting a dangerous light under the stage lights.
Instead of using mimicry weapons for ranged attacks, she charged towards the enemy like an arrow released from a bow.
The power of [ Trailblaze ] and [ Preservation ] surged within her, flowing into the tip of the spear.
"The spear tip is already ignited..."
"Flame Spear, charge!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xing's figure swept out, and the surging [ Preservation ] power of the Flame Spear transformed into a substantial shockwave, slamming hard into the surging group of puppets.
boom!
The puppets in the front row were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer; their breastplates shattered, their bodies twisted and folded grotesquely, and they were sent flying backward.
Xing immediately felt a force of recoil and involuntarily took a step back. The puppet's shell was exceptionally hard, as if it had undergone some kind of special reinforcement.
"Hiss... Has the Flame Lance been phased out?"
Xing scratched her head, feeling that [ Preservation ] was stronger than [ Order ].
Hmm... she recalled the gazes of the two Aeon not long ago, and wondered what abilities [ Harmony ] would grant her...
But that wasn't what Xing cared about most. She was Curiosity whether Ye Yan's second gaze had given her any new tools.
She rummaged through her pockets, her eyes lit up, and pulled out a... well, an extremely worn-out pocket watch.
star:...
What's the use of this?! And it seems to conflict with the [clock] Mikhail gave us.
" In March 7th, do you know the [ Cloudhymn Magic ]?"
"Ha, why are you suddenly asking this? Isn't this Dan Heng's move?"
"It's alright now."
Xing put away the old clock again; it seemed the time to use it, like the Fool's Mask on her arm, had not yet come.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the stage, a dozen puppets began to spin rapidly in a manner that defied the laws of physics.
Their limbs transformed into sharp blades, causing even the surrounding space to subtly distort, as they attacked Welt directly.
Faced with this fierce combined attack, Welt's gaze behind his glasses remained calm and unwavering. He didn't even take a step back, but simply tapped the Star of Eden in his hand forward lightly.
The space suddenly collapsed, and a deep, seemingly all-consuming miniature black hole appeared in front of us.
The terrifying horde of puppets instantly went out of control, as if being choked by an invisible giant hand. The spinning puppets were forcibly pulled and squeezed towards the dark core by an irresistible force.
Their high-speed spinning came to an abrupt halt, their bodies twisted and compressed in the terrifying gravitational field, emitting a hissing metallic sound, their movements completely immobilized.
Welt slightly twisted his wrist, and the space compressed to its limit by gravity trembled violently. The puppets were thrown into a shredder and instantly turned into countless metal fragments that scattered in all directions.
"Wow... Uncle Yang finally made a move! I told you he was amazing!" March 7th nudged Xing, who was watching the show, and then looked for Himeko.
On Himeko's side, facing the overwhelming horde of puppets, she chose the most primitive solution: blasting them away with a single orbital cannon shot.
"Wait a minute, how was this shot down?!"
March 7th was bewildered; wasn't the Penacony Grand Theater supposed to be completely closed?
Could it be that Himeko's railgun is actually some kind of causal weapon? That would be so cool!
"Is it possible that the Conductor actually intervened?"
" Pom-Pom? Oh dear~ No way, the Conductor is so cute, how could she have such formidable fighting power?"
"The puppets keep coming in, this can't go on..." Welt analyzed the situation, his gaze fixed on three special 'actors' not far away.
"Star is in your hands now."
"Clear!"
A sharp glint flashed in Xing's eyes. Holding a flaming spear, she moved nimbly through the horde of puppets, thrusting and attacking, focusing on the special ones.
Each precise thrust was accompanied by a crisp cracking sound and the fall of a puppet.
The power of [ Trailblaze ] endowed her with unparalleled explosive force, leaving a burning trail in her path of charge.
However, the [performance] continues, with Sunday hanging high in the sky, indifferently overlooking the show.
He slowly raised his hand, like a conductor waving an invisible baton.
Suddenly, the stage floor burst forth with a blinding golden light, as if pulled by invisible threads. More bizarrely shaped puppets emerged from the depths of the curtain like shadows, in an endless stream.
Those puppets that were defeated but whose cores were not completely destroyed began to twist and swell like inflated balloons.
"Hey... you want to self-destruct, huh? Don't even think about it!"
Welt adjusted his glasses and slammed Star of Eden heavily onto the ground. A thick, invisible gravity barrier opened up around March 7th and Himeko, and another layer adhered to the star.
boom!
Violent explosions rang out one after another, the puppets were like bombs, and a pale white flame and thick smoke flashed in the center of the stage.
The shockwave, carrying metal fragments, slammed violently into the gravity barrier.
However, when the flames and smoke dissipated, the scene expected on Sunday did not occur.
At the center of the stage, three streams of clear, cool water enveloped the three actors representing [the past, the present, and the future].
"This power... is Dan Heng!"
On March 7th, joyful shouts pierced through the Grand Theater, and Dan Heng's figure appeared perfectly from the side of the stage, like a blue dragon breaking through the water.
"Wait a minute, why is Dan Heng here?" March 7th realized belatedly.
"Sorry I'm late, we'll talk about this later."
Dan Heng dusted off his clothes. He hadn't expected to encounter an Intellitron blocking his way. The machine was incredibly powerful, and it took him quite a bit of effort to break free.
"Since the core of this Grand Theater is the [ Stellaron ]..." Xing's voice carried an barely suppressed excitement as she seized this fleeting opening, "Then I won't hold back!"
Without hesitation, she ripped off the hourglass-shaped necklace from her neck, the [ Eternity ] container holding the Stellaron.
"Hehe~ It's finally time for [ Eternity ] to take the stage."