Earlier, the Golden Hour
At the Oti Mall, Ye Yan looked at the empty milk tea shop and shook his head.
"Although I don't know much about the [ The Family ], the power of the [ The Choir ] is no different from that of Emanator. Aren't you really going to help?" Silver Wolf's virtual projection appeared beside him.
"Only Harmony and Trailblaze can shatter the dream of [ Order ]; [ Eternity ] can at most act as a bystander in this Strife."
If Ye Yan to participate, Aha certainly wouldn't just sit and watch... Although He has already started causing trouble, it doesn't matter.
If the Aeon [ Elation ] doesn't cause trouble, is it still [ Elation ]? If [ Elation ] doesn't cause trouble, then Ye Yan's assessment is that it would be better to let [ Propagation ] Tayzzyronth, that brainless insect, take over.
Ah... speaking of [ Propagation ], some True Sting are going to suffer.
As for Dan Heng, who disguised himself as Intellitron to obstruct his way to the Penacony Grand Theater, it was indeed quite amusing.
Ye Yan was eager to see what Dan Heng would do when he saw the administrator in the world simulated by the Scepter.
"Is that so..." Silver Wolf's image flickered. "What about the [ Church of Eternity ]? They can't just sit idly by."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of explosions rang out from the nearby streets.
Not one, but dozens of oddly shaped (soap) heavy bombs, shimmering with light, fell like meteorites, precisely striking various positions at the Twelve Hours position, but notably omitting the statue of the " Clockie ".
Boothill appeared atop a towering billboard nearby, his cowboy hat pulled down, one foot on the railing, one hand on his hip, the other holding a revolver, whistling excitedly at the chaotic scene.
"Haha... my darling, look closely! This is what a real 'fireworks show' should be!"
Hearing the continuous explosions outside, Silver Wolf was forced to put on noise-canceling headphones and looked at Ye Yan, who had a calm expression on his face.
"Of course." Ye Yan nodded, answering Silver Wolf's question, "Aren't we already helping to evacuate the crowd?"
Silver Wolf:?
She couldn't have misheard, could she? There was a deafening explosion outside, what kind of 'evacuation' was this?!
Far from the hustle and bustle, on the edge of a bizarre and fantastical dream, Sparkle crouches down, meticulously setting up the [ Sparkle's Jolly Doll Bomb ].
"Phew~ This is the last one." She straightened up, wiped away non-existent sweat, and took out the carefully packaged [ Mutually Assured Destruction Button ].
Just kidding! The Sparkle have been meticulously planned for so long, and it's only at this crucial moment that we press the button!
Of course, it doesn't matter if someone tries to stop her and she fails. She can press the button again after the Astral Express has finished dealing with that chicken-winged boy. Anyway, there's still plenty of time before Penacony's farewell ceremony.
Well... but then again, there's no time like the present, might as well press it now. After all, she's the [ Masked Fools ], how can we not have some fun?
Just as Sparkle was about to press the " Mutually Assured Destruction Button," the instant her fingertip touched the cold surface of the button...
A clear, cold voice came from behind her without warning:
Sparkle slowly turned around, her smile appearing somewhat stiff for the first time.
"Fool, you wouldn't want to do this." Acheron appeared silently behind her, slowly placing his hand on the scabbard.
Sparkle:...
Oh, God of Elation, look at this incredible matchmaking system!
Returning to the present, the Penacony Grand Theater
The moment the hourglass necklace was activated by the star, the three actors of the play [Former, Present, Forever], and even the entire Grand Theater, shook violently.
In the shadows somewhere on the stage, Sunday remained motionless. His smile persisted as he enjoyed a play that had exceeded his expectations.
Having defeated [the plays of the past, present, and eternal], before they could even catch their breath, countless marionettes rained down from the sky like a sudden downpour. Then, Sunday's echoing voice pierced through the chaos:
"I am aware of your resolve."
"Now, I grant you the right to look directly at the sun."
The heavy curtain slowly opened, and a blinding torrent of light surged out, forcing the Astral Express Crew to raise their hands to shield their eyes. The marionettes, as if summoned, all gathered towards the source of the light—the entity behind the curtain.
"On these 107,336 rocks, the Chord of Harmony of the Almighty Ceremony are at my disposal—"
Xing's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively gripped the Clockmaker's hat in her hand.
"--The universally Tuner [ The Choir ], Dominicus!"
Welt and Himeko looked solemn and almost simultaneously turned to the side, protecting Shohoku, March 7th, and Dan Heng behind them.
"Be careful, this power..."
[ The Choir Dominicus of Myriad Wishes, one of the many incarnations of [ Harmony ] Xipe, reveals a different face due to the interference of [ Order ].
As a collective consciousness responding to desires, the hymns he commands can reshape the world according to countless wishes, establishing new laws, and all those who make wishes become the source of his power.
"Come forward to him who has gone astray, walking on the shadow of death!"
[ The Choir ] held their batons, as if the stage beneath their feet had transformed into a sacred orchestra pit for their grand symphony.
"The embodiment of Harmony?" Himeko's eyes sharpened. "So the true purpose of the Charmony Festival... is to usurp it?"
"Gentlemen like you are both wise and perceptive, so it is not difficult for you to understand why Harmony and Order can be united as one."
The [ The Choir ] solemnly raised their arms, their batons tracing mysterious paths in the air:
"If you have any opinions, then please prove them to me."
As the words fell, a giant golden musical note, large enough to cover the entire stage, materialized out of thin air, carrying an invisible pressure that seemed to freeze the space, and slowly descended.
Everyone suddenly felt as heavy as lead, and could hardly move an inch.
"They're using their ultimate ability right from the start? What kind of insane matchmaking system is this?!"
On March 7th, I was on the verge of tears. The enemies I encountered were more and more outrageous than the last. This time, the [ The Choir ] was even more difficult to deal with than Phantylia!
If things continue like this, won't the next enemy's strength jump directly to the level of a [ Aeon ]? Are you kidding me!
" March 7th, don't give up. Just like I said before, the path Penacony should follow is definitely not one of [ Order ]!"
A glint of light burned in her starry eyes, "So... let's play our own melody!"
Seeing that the Destruction golden notes were about to crush everything, Xing took a deep breath and resolutely clashed the flaming spear representing the will of [ Preservation ] against the hourglass necklace symbolizing [ Eternity ]—
Bang!!!
A thick, amber-colored energy shield instantly appeared around everyone, forcefully withstanding the earth-shattering attack from the [ The Choir ].
The shield vibrated violently, but showed no signs of damage.
"Oh?" [ The Choir ] tilted their heads, their tone carrying a hint of genuine surprise, "They actually managed to block it?"
"The time for a counterattack has come!"
Without giving the [ The Choir ] time to react, the Flame Spear and the Hourglass clashed once more!
This time, countless amber hammers condensed in the void, falling like a meteor shower, carrying the heavy will of [ Preservation ], and violently smashed towards the [ The Choir ] in the center of the stage.
Wow... it's even a combo skill!
March 7th was genuinely envious, and then, as if remembering something, she turned and tossed the ice gun that Ye Yan had modified for her to Xing.
"Hey! Xing, try this!"
Xing Lingkong grabbed the ice spear and, without the slightest hesitation, slammed it heavily against the hourglass necklace on his chest!
Clang!
In an instant, centered on Xing, countless icicles carrying a chilling aura rose wildly from the stage floor, heading straight for the [ The Choir ].