Bishop Dalco stayed behind the stage and quietly watched the stage.
On the stage, the female knight Messiah's performance had ended. As the judge, the Knight Of The White Thorn gave her a round of applause.
Messiah's singing had improved as she became an adult. Messiah chose a relatively simple poem from the Radiant Light Scripture and sang it.
The female knight's singing was recognized by the Knight Of The White Thorn, and she successfully advanced to the next round.
"I didn't expect the 'shield' knight Messiah to have such talent in this aspect."
After Messiah's performance ended, Vulture also gave her a round of applause. This female knight was not unknown in the Sacred Army. She was the direct disciple of a commander, and her talent in swordsmanship and holy light magic was impeccable.
She could be said to be the most powerful successor to the commander of the 5th Sacred Army. Unfortunately, Messiah was conferred as the Saintess' guardian knight, which meant that she would never be able to step on the battlefield as a commander for the rest of her life.
"Knight Messiah's singing is indeed pleasing to the ears, but it can't compare to the children in the choir."
Bishop Dalco shook his head. The mercenary just now was recognized by the judge with his violent roar. From that moment onwards, Bishop Dalco understood the 'amateur' nature of the world's singing competitions.
If Messiah's performance was placed in the choir's ceremony, it would definitely be below standard.
"I can't tell the difference."
Vulture shrugged. To him, the choir's songs were all the same. The only difference was that the choir's singing could heal his wounds and relieve his mental fatigue.
"Knight Messiah's singing is filled with confusion … But it's far better than the meaningless singing of the civilians."
Dalco watched as Messiah slowly walked down the stage. Messiah returned to the backstage and went to the side of the Saintess Heroria.
Before Heroria could say a few words of congratulations, the Knight Of The White Thorn sent the next contestant, Lia, onto the stage.
Lia was the pseudonym of the Saintess. She immediately lifted the hem of her skirt and trotted all the way to the stage.
"Vulture, keep an eye on the surroundings for me …"
Bishop Darko leaned on his walking stick and tried to walk onto the stage at the same time.
Although the "Singer of the World" competition was amateur, it was a blessing for the people here to be able to hear the voice of the Saintess.
In the Country of Saint, Saintess Heroria's status was second only to the God of Holy Light, Monica.
Therefore, listening to the Saintess' song was equivalent to a divine revelation for the believers of the Holy Kingdom.
Every time Heroria used her song to bless the people of the Holy City, Bishop Darko would personally lead the orchestra to perform the accompaniment.
He had used this method to guard the Saintess for more than fifty years without exception. It was the same this time.
Although this was a foreign country and Bishop Darko's orchestra couldn't come with him, he still had to perform the accompaniment for this supreme performance.
"Please … Excuse me." Bishop Darko squeezed through the crowd with his walking stick.
But it was impossible for the elderly bishop to pass through the crowd. Just as he lost the chance to squeeze through a gap, someone subconsciously moved his elbow back and touched Bishop Darko.
Bishop Darko lost his balance at this moment. The moment he was about to fall to the ground, Vulture held his back.
"You're already so old, why are you still going up?" Vulture said.
"I'm responsible for the accompaniment for the Saintess' song."
Bishop Darko stood up with his walking stick and looked at the Saintess Heroria who was standing on the stage.
If he had a strong physique like Vulture, he would have already squeezed through the crowd and stood behind the Saintess Heroria.
Unfortunately, Bishop Darko was too old. He was so old that he needed the support of a walking stick to walk.
The young man who peeked at the Saintess' beautiful figure from the window of the chapel had become an old man with one foot in the grave.
The only thing that didn't change was the Saintess Heroria. She still maintained her youthful appearance.
Heroria, who was standing on the stage, saw Bishop Darko hobbling towards her.
Heroria shook her head and rejected Bishop Darko's accompaniment …
At this moment, Bishop Darko clearly realized that 'youth' had completely left him. Fortunately, he could still admire Heroria's figure from afar.
"May I begin?"
The Knight Of The White Thorn sat in the audience and rubbed his eyes.
He tried his best to hide his sleepiness. He didn't allow himself to yawn during the performance.
It was a form of disrespect to the contestants.
"Yes."
Heroria nodded slightly. She scanned the crowd and her gaze finally landed on a tall figure behind the stage. It wasn't her female knight, Messiah, but … an Elf.
She quickly retracted her gaze and opened her cherry red lips slightly. Heroria softly hummed the most tranquil chapter of the 'Radiant Light Scripture'.
The moment the song sounded on the stage, the Knight Of The White Thorn instantly jolted awake. His sleepiness was swept away as he stared at Heroria on the stage with widened eyes.
Without the help of any amplification magic, Heroria's voice slowly rang in everyone's ears.
This was a voice that could cleanse anyone's soul. The beautiful voice momentarily made everyone forget to talk.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, this song was more or less beautiful or ethereal, but the Knight Of The White Thorn clearly knew … that the person standing on the stage was a professional singer. No! Master-level!
He had the honor of participating in the performance of the greatest female opera singer in Falosi. Her voice was known as the voice from the sky.
And the person before him seemed to have almost the same performance as that opera singer. Most importantly, she didn't have any accompaniment and only sang without accompaniment!
Lia? A nun from the Kingdom of the Holy?
Since when did the nun from that country become so good at singing?
The Knight Of The White Thorn glanced at the introduction of this contestant and realized that he couldn't find her among the opera singers that he knew.
Heroria's performance wasn't considered long. It only lasted for a minute. When the song gradually faded and finally disappeared, it was welcomed with a tidal wave of applause.
"Thank you." After thanking everyone with a tranquil smile, Saintess Heroria walked towards the backstage of the stage.
Bishop Dalco looked at Saintess Heroria from afar and felt as though he had returned to the past in a trance.
What an outstanding girl she was. So outstanding that when you met her as a child, you would confidently say to your mother, 'Mom! I definitely want to marry her! '.
Unfortunately, Bishop Dalco was only a small missionary back then and didn't even have the qualifications to speak to the Saintess.
Even though he had become a bishop now, he could only look at her figure from afar.
"Bishop, do you want to leave this regret until you are buried?" Vulture whispered to Bishop Dalco.
Bishop Dalco understood what Vulture was referring to, but he shook his head and sighed.
"I'm already old. Even if I do what these young people do now, it's meaningless. Actually, it's quite good now …"
Bishop Dalco looked at Saintess Heroria who was slowly walking down from the stage with a gratified expression.
"After Saintess Heroria wins this competition, the people will definitely believe in the existence of the holy light after listening to Saintess Heroria's voice." Bishop Dalco had every reason to believe that with Saintess Heroria's voice, there was no reason for her to lose this super 'amateur' competition!
Even if it was a competition that the Falosi singers participated in, Bishop Dalco believed that Heroria's voice could easily win.
Vulture didn't reply to Bishop Dalco's' self-flagging 'speech. At that moment, his cold gaze suddenly turned to a shadowy spot behind the stage.
"I sense the presence of the undead," Vulture said.
"Undead? Is that Chaos Demon finally going to make a move? "
Bishop Dalco stopped his melancholy about the past. The faint golden inscription on his cane emitted a dim glow.
He was ready for battle.
"No, the undead don't seem … hostile." Vulture signaled Bishop Dalco not to act rashly.
"Hostile?"
Bishop Dalco also sensed the cold aura in the venue. When the Knight Of The White Thorn announced the next contestant, an elf who was as tall as the female knight walked up the stage.
The appearance of an elf attracted the attention of everyone behind the scenes. Noland was a city dominated by humans, followed by dwarves … Other races could only be seen occasionally around Squirrel Street.
Elves were even rarer. Currently, the only elf that the people of Noland were familiar with was the Frost Elf Taylin, who was the announcer of Noland's Voice.
The elf standing on the stage was obviously not a Frost Elf. Her smooth hair was as black as the night.
"The undead are behind that Blackwood Elf. They are high-level specters that seem to have their own consciousness."
Vulture, who was below the stage, discovered the specters hiding behind the Blackwood Elf.
The specters used invisibility abilities, but they still couldn't escape Vulture's senses.
"The undead don't have any intention of attacking the Blackwood Elf." Bishop Dalco also noticed something strange.
He didn't feel any emotion from those undead that normal undead would have, which was hatred and hostility towards the living.
These negative emotions would cause the undead to attack the living for no reason.
"That Blackwood Elf didn't sense the dead behind her?"
"She definitely felt it … They are in cahoots." Vulture couldn't understand why an elf who believed in nature and life would be in cahoots with the undead.
However, traces of inscriptions flashed on his scarred hands. If the undead did anything out of line, this army commander would immediately take action.
The audience behind the scenes did not notice that there were a few dangerous undead hiding behind this beautiful elf, including Lord Barrowflower who was sitting in the audience stand.
"You … are Ruweta?" The Knight Of The White Thorn recognized the Blackwood Elf Priestess.
At the start of the competition … Josiah had selected a few contestants who had to enter the finals, and one of them was the Blackwood Elf Priestess.
"Yes."
Ruweta nodded. A few of the Blackwood Elf Priestesses had already been selected for the finals, but Ruweta had come to participate in the audition to sing a new song.
It took her four days to learn the song from the Lich Lord.
At first, Ruweta still had emotions such as fear and disgust for the Lich Lord, but after gradually in-depth communication, Ruweta found that she and the Lich Lord were unexpectedly in tune.
Especially in the discussion about the movie.
What Ruweta had to admit was that although the style of music played by the Venerated Skeleton was very strange, it was very pleasant to listen to.
"Then … please start your performance."
The Knight Of The White Thorn was looking forward to the performance of this elf lady. Josiah had previously revealed to the Knight Of The White Thorn that 'their singing is epoch-making.'
Ruweta was a little reserved under the gaze of so many humans.
The ghosts who had been following Ruweta began to play first. When the soundtrack sounded on the stage, Ruweta quickly returned to the state of rehearsing in front of the Lich Lord.
Without a microphone, she began to sing the world's first 'pop music' accompanied by the soundtrack.
"It's not … an opera?"
The Knight Of The White Thorn listened carefully to the soundtrack. The rhythm of the song played by Ruweta was very … cheerful. It was completely different from the musical tunes sung by the opera singers he listened to in the theater.
The opera soundtrack he listened to in the past was solemn and serious. Some tunes sounded passionate and sacred, such as the acapella of the contestant named Leah just now. Her singing was full of a sense of sacredness.
But at this time, the music played by Ruweta was completely different. It sounded like a cheerful musical performance, but it was completely different from the singing of a musical.
As for … the Knight Of The White Thorn's feeling when he heard this song, he could only use one sentence to evaluate it, that was, 'It makes people want to dance to the rhythm.'
He was not the only one who had this idea. Other contestants behind the stage also had the same idea. Along with Ruweta's singing and the rhythm of the accompaniment, some of them began to shake their feet involuntarily or nod their heads.
Even some contestants who liked music had already danced as if they were attending a dance party.
"This … is not music that should be listened to with a devout heart." The Knight Of The White Thorn carefully captured the rhythm of the accompaniment, hoping to distinguish what instrument was used.
Unfortunately, the only instrument he was familiar with was the 'drum', and this drum sounded a little different.
As soon as he remembered that this was a song written by Mr. Josiah, the Knight Of The White Thorn gave up trying to figure out what Josiah was thinking and began to listen carefully to the lyrics sung by Ruweta.
The rhythm of this song sounded very cheerful. The Knight Of The White Thorn sitting in the audience couldn't help but shake his feet, but the meaning expressed in the lyrics was …
'I have many exes', 'You know I like playboys'.
Wait, wait, wait … This doesn't sound like a positive lyric! But now, it didn't seem to matter what the lyrics were.
Whether it was the Knight Of The White Thorn or the contestants behind the stage, they were all infected by Ruweta's singing.
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