The moon gradually rose. New Haven Harbor, north of the Portsmouth Royal Navy Shipyard.
Avoiding the military port where the First Fleet of the Kingdom of Faletis was stationed, two uninvited guests were welcomed in a small, desolate bay.
Flap flap flap —
"Mr. Strauss, although this is an urgent mission, I don't understand.
But the clown couldn't understand why they would take such a huge risk to go to the territory of the new Overlord to save such a useless fellow. Caw caw caw … "
The one who spoke was a clown with a strange appearance. He slowly floated down from the sky surrounded by a flock of white pigeons.
On his face was a white bone clown mask. On his head was a red hood with a golden rim. Inside was a khaki robe. On his feet was a pair of red curved shoes.
And he was chattering non-stop like a chatterbox. From time to time, he would let out a few ear-piercing laughter.
Beside him was a middle-aged man in a formal suit. He had gray curly hair and a small mustache. He looked very artistic.
Even as a companion on this mission, they had traveled together for a long time.
The middle-aged man called Mr. Strauss still felt a headache coming on when he saw this crazy guy who dared to call an evil god "useless."
But in order to make him shut up quickly and not implicate himself, he could only patiently explain to him.
"The God of Opera, like the most revered and supreme representative of art, the God of Music, will be the best media to export democracy to the lowlands …"
Obviously, their purpose of coming here was very clear. It was to rescue the God of Opera, Purcell, who was sealed here!
The reason was very simple.
Now, the evil gods, led by the God of Black Wings, had formulated a plan to advance on two routes simultaneously.
One was to harvest the survivors of the Shattered Star Sea and build a Mythical Battleship, Najirfa, that could go to the world behind the door. As long as they were familiar with it, they would be able to gather it sooner or later.
The second was to use the Democratic System as the vanguard and let the absolutely self-serving Trend of Capital rule the world.
The latter was not a simple matter. It was not an exaggeration to say that they had to become enemies with the existing ruling class of all countries in the world.
Even if the evil gods under their command had the advantage in numbers, there would only be more demigods in the entire material world. It would be troublesome if the other true gods, other than the Sea Overlord, were alerted.
The policy was that they absolutely could not resort to force and force!
However, as long as one controlled newspapers, operas, rap artists, music … These were the most important forms of media. It was equivalent to controlling the world's discourse and monopolizing the interpretation of democracy.
With the advantage of having the right to speak, the Lowland Republic could package their democratic ideals as universal values and export their ideology to the world.
Together with the [Democracy Fighters] that had already spread to various small countries, it would definitely be twice the result with half the effort.
Telling a lie ten thousand times is the truth!
When a person's life was filled with this information from morning till night, he would think that he was thinking independently, but his thoughts had already been quietly shaped by it.
In other words.
Whoever had the right to speak would have the right to speak the truth. The importance of this to the cause of democracy was self-evident.
Therefore, even though he was right under the nose of a true god, the God of Opera, Purcell, had to be saved!
And today was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Mr. Clown, why hasn't Miss Britney from the Black Obelisk arrived yet?"
Strauss took out an exquisite golden pocket watch and glanced at it. He could not help but frown slightly.
"Haha, I can't beat her, so of course I can't do anything about it … Eh, she's here!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Whoosh!
A long-haired girl in a red dress, holding a small lace umbrella, floated down from the sky and landed beside them on the airflow.
Another grey rabbit doll with buttons for eyes leaped down from the girl's shoulder.
"Mr. Strauss, I'm not late, am I?"
The girl's voice was pleasant to the ears, as beautiful as the chirping of an oriole.
Hearing this voice, as an outstanding artist, Strauss immediately gave her the greatest tolerance. He smiled and was about to speak.
Suddenly.
"Rumble …"
The three of them suddenly felt the tide of the spiritual world gradually boiling, and the faint sound of a flute came from the depths of the Black Sea.
"Quick! Miss Britney, we can't waste any more time! "
The middle-aged man, who was the commander of this operation, immediately shouted.
The reason they chose to take action at this time was that only by using the majestic spiritual tide could they deceive others and save the God of Opera at the smallest cost!
The God of Music, who interfered with Watt's ascension, was only responsible for attracting the enemy's attention.
It would be great if they could succeed, but even if they failed, it was not a big deal.
At most, they would have the combat power of a demigod. They would not be able to affect the overall situation.
Strauss immediately took out a blood-red statue from his pocket and gave it to Britney. It was vaguely similar to the projection of the God of Opera that luckily escaped earlier.
The cold winter night wind blew, and a strong smell of blood immediately filled the nostrils of the three of them.
This was not as simple as a red idol.
Just like the blood sacrifice idol that Huggins collected when he massacred a hundred thousand people in Baijing Harbor, there were also tens of thousands of human lives condensed in it.
In the last war of independence, other than promoting the independence of the Republic of the Lowlands and the establishment of the Confederation of Golden Palms, the Evil God's minions naturally couldn't avoid doing their old business that angered both man and god.
Knowing that time was of the essence, Britney, who had long known her mission, held the blood-red idol and began to sing.
"Ah! Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of the soul.
A ruined scene, where ghosts sang in debauchery.
Black rosemary bloomed, where vines grew.
Souls looked, where they believed in the blood-red moonlight … "
At the same time, Strauss snapped his fingers. Golden trombones, violins, pianos … They all appeared in midair and played the accompaniment at the same time.
[Extraordinary Ability: Concert Orchestra]
The song was "Forbidden Song: Confession".
As the song echoed on the empty sea, the blood-red light on the blood-red idol expanded and contracted, gradually merging with the light of the moon above their heads.
It also slowly dyed the idol blood-red.
The song continued.
Britney realized that there was an echo of her singing, as if there was another voice of unknown gender singing along with her.
"Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of the soul.
The long-haired Vampire Queen pushed open the dusty window.
The shadow of the withered branches shone on her face, as pure as a young girl.
Her resentful voice sang along with the spirits … "
Realizing this strange situation that could scare a normal person half to death, the three of them were not shocked. Instead, they were delighted.
Because this meant that with the song and the Sacrificial Idol as a medium, they had already contacted the God of Opera, Purcell, who was in the alternate sealed space.
As expected.
A small black dot appeared in the center of the blood-red moon. Then, it rapidly expanded as it resonated with the Sacrificial Idol.
With the support of powerful external aid, the effect was indeed different.
Back then, the Dead Soul Box had caused a huge commotion. Even though Princeton and the others had intentionally gone easy on them, they had barely managed to save a projection.
Now, it seemed like they had cut the Gordian knot and freed the God of Opera in one go.
At this moment.
Not far away, New Haven had just noticed the abnormality of the blood-red moon. There was a slight commotion, but it seemed like it was almost impossible for them to make it before the seal was broken.
The operation was progressing smoothly. The three of them could not help but be delighted.
With the God of Music in front of them to attract the firepower, a group of high-level Transcendents from the kingdom had mostly gathered there.
They were very hopeful that they would be able to break the seal and escape before the people of Faletis could react.
Time ticked by.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Even hundreds of kilometers away, the aftermath of the battle between the God of Music, Telu Nimbra, and the Holy Angel Belenus did not affect them in the slightest.
Suddenly.
Pop!
The sound of a bubble popping sounded from the bottom of their hearts.
The black membrane above the blood-red moon swelled and burst, revealing a deep black hole.
A figure wearing a colorful and exaggerated costume and heavy makeup, whose gender could not be distinguished, kept twisting its body in the narrow space, trying to break free from the several golden chains that firmly locked its chest.
Other than the distinctive costume.
His appearance was indescribable. He looked like a man and a woman, an adult and a child, a saint and a prisoner, an angel and a demon …
All the characteristics of an "opera performer" were gathered on him.
And unlike the illusory projection last time, this time, it was obvious that the God of Opera's true body represented the divine essence of a demigod.
When he saw the outside world again, he did not care who was saving him. Exaggerated laughter had already come out of the black hole before anyone else could say anything.
"Ah ha! Ah ha! I said that I would personally deliver the curtain call to all the audience in this city! Ah ha ha ha … "
It was hard to change his bad nature. Even if this evil god had not completely escaped, he was already plotting revenge.
However.
In New Haven, it had been less than ten years since the last time [Holy Lance, Durandal] was used. It was far from being fully charged.
Even if it was fully charged, the enemies they faced were no longer the same as before.
And the biggest savior, the Holy Angel Belenus, was being led to the deep sea by the well-prepared God of Music and desperately held back.
After ten years, it was like another cycle. The descent of the evil god's true body was destined.
New Haven was about to face a great disaster.
Swoosh!
But at this moment.
A tall figure in a black military uniform, with a hunter's hand on the hilt of his sword, stepped out of the void.
"What you're doing is clearly unethical!"
Strauss's expression suddenly changed.
"Clown, together, stop him!"
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