Chapter 295
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A day later, Bishop Darko went to the auditorium of the Norland National Theater and sat down.
He was sitting in the middle of the auditorium, where he could clearly see the scenery on the stage.
The person who invited them seemed to have arranged this seat for them.
"Bishop Darko, you're finally here." Vulture was already seated at the side, and the bishop was a few steps late.
Two nights ago, when Vulture handed the invitation to Bishop Darko, the bishop scolded, "Why did we accept the invitation of a devil!"
"Vulture … Please treat this place as a battlefield."
Bishop Dalko slowly sat down and scanned his surroundings.
He did not see any devil in this theater that could hold a thousand people, and most of the guests were ordinary humans.
Judging from the attire of most of them, they weren't commoners. Instead, they were nobles or spell casters who had some reputation in the Norland Continent.
"The people of Noland are already so happy to accept the existence of that devil?" Bishop Darko's hand that was holding onto his walking stick trembled slightly.
"I think they're here for the Flower of Falosi, or the actress named Belle."
Vulture took out the envelope that was used as an admission ticket. The content of the letter was not only an invitation to the audience, but also a list of famous guests.
"The Belle you speak of is also a devil."
Bishop Darko corrected the vulture with a righteous tone.
At this moment, his perception began to spread with him as the center … What surprised Bishop Darko was that many of the people who came to visit had Holy Light attribute magic in their bodies.
These spellcasters who used Holy Light should be the believers of the God of Holy Light …
"He's here." Vulture's voice interrupted Bishop Darko's perception.
Bishop Darko looked in the direction that Vulture was pointing and saw a young man with black hair and eyes walking out from behind the stage.
"Chaos Devil …" Bishop Darko stared at the devil under the spotlight with a complicated feeling.
If any demon dared to appear on the streets of the Kingdom of Saint, they would only be greeted by the sharp blades of the Holy Army and the punishment of the Holy Light.
But at this moment, it was as if the hatred humans had for demons did not exist from the beginning. Not only did the audience not show their disgust, but they even applauded for his appearance.
"There's also … a banshee, a daytime banshee," Vulture whispered out another creepy existence in the theater.
That was the undead …
"Day Banshee?"
Bishop Dalco narrowed his eyes, and mana condensed in his pupils. It didn't take long for him to see the glimmering spirit floating in the air.
Those … were all Undead Spirits. Even though they possessed the power of Holy Light in their bodies, they were still evil beings transformed from the dead!
What was wrong with this world?
Bishop Darko, who was sitting in the audience, felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine.
When the devils could openly appear in front of the humans and the undead flew over their heads without anyone screaming, Bishop Dalco realized that the people of Noland were slowly changing.
And the culprit of all this was the chaos demon standing in the center of the stage.
He gave the audience a common noble salute in the human world.
"Welcome to the world's chanters. I'm the organizer, Josiah."
Josiah raised his head, and a daytime banshee approached Josiah with a 'camera.'
The arrival of the Venerated Skeleton expanded the number of daytime banshees under Josiah's command to 15. These 15 ghost ladies carrying cameras floated around the theater to ensure that they could present the wonderful moments in the theater to the 'TV' in the first place.
"Perhaps you are here to enjoy the singing of the chanters … or to see the figures of Miss Carolee and Miss Belle with your own eyes. But before everything begins, I have one thing to announce."
Josiah's gaze skimmed over the entire audience. The main theater of the National Theater of Noland was large enough to accommodate 2,000 people.
Today, this theater was full. Everyone present was quietly listening to Josiah's voice. No … more than 2,000 people …
Josiah snapped his fingers, and a projection appeared behind Josiah. In the projection, everyone sitting in the audience could be seen.
"I'm sure all of you already know that the audience for the World Singer's performance isn't just limited to those of you sitting here. There are also … people from various taverns, academies, alchemy workshops and other places with magical machines known as' televisions'."
Josiah put his hand behind his back, and the projection behind turned into Josiah with a smile on his face.
"Therefore, the people who witnessed the birth of the 'chanters' this time are not only the 2,000 audience sitting here, but also … the entire Noland has nearly tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of audience."
Josiah paused and looked at Bishop Dalco and the Commander of the Sacred Army beside him.
"The rules for the birth of the chanters are simple. Any audience member can log into the 'Chanters of the World' section of the Spell Caster Forum and cast your precious vote for the participant who you think is outstanding enough."
Josh wore a warm smile on his face this entire time, but his final sentence was filled with a bone-chilling coldness.
Bishop Dalco listened quietly to the Chaos Demon's words. His hand holding the cane trembled uncontrollably due to the excessive strength. Vulture suspected that if the Bishop wasn't so old, his cane would have been crushed into powder.
"Bishop Dalco, how many believers will be able to listen to the Saintess' singing during the Holy Light Ceremony?" Vulture suddenly asked.
"At most five thousand …" Bishop Dalco took deep breaths, trying to calm his agitated emotions.
Bishop Dalco did not doubt the authenticity of the Chaos Demon's words. He did indeed see the 'television' in a shop near the church.
A group of people only needed to sit beside the 'television' to see a Frost Elf holding a strange instrument and singing an unknown song.
Bishop Dalco always thought that this magical machine was only available in that shop, but it seemed like it was already distributed all over Noland. What's worse was that the controller was a Chaos Demon!
This Chaos Demon could use the 'television' to spread his thoughts to Noland.
But the reason why Bishop Dalco was angry was not because he was afraid of the 'television', but because the Chaos Demon's last sentence was a declaration of war.
It could even be said that it was a declaration of war against the entire Kingdom of Saint!
The content of the war was not a battle of swords and blood, but a public challenge to the influence of the Kingdom of Saint.
"The war has begun … Vulture," Bishop Dalco said slowly, "The war for believers."
"The vanguard is the Saintess?" Vulture also saw through the Chaos Demon's provocation.
The Chanter Competition had unknowingly turned into a battle between the Chaos Demon and the Kingdom of Saint.
"The Saintess will prove that the Chaos Demon's decision is wrong."
Bishop Dalco did not think that the 'war' would be lost. Judging from the contestants in the Chanter Competition, those amateurs' singing was no match for the Saintess.
It was better to say that this Chanter Competition was a good opportunity to develop the Saintess' followers in Noland!
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