But soon, the hustle and bustle that filled the entire city of Grand Peri suddenly disappeared.
The applause gradually became smaller and eventually disappeared.
All the demons raised their heads in awe, looking at the figures that gradually appeared in the sky. The demons swallowed their saliva and closed their mouths tightly. In a few breaths, all the noise turned into a feeling of deep awe.
of quietness.
The whole city fell silent, because among the seven thrones above the stage, figures were appearing one by one, and the will of hell and the seven kings who ruled the seven hells descended one after another.
Whenever a devil king appears, Mesdam shouts those awesome names with a passionate voice.
These terrible names have long been engraved with terror deep into the hearts of the demons, and now every time a name is shouted out of Mesdam's mouth, everyone in the city can't help but tremble.
These terrible names are like the cold wind that penetrates the bone marrow in the cold winter, making the evil spirits in the city tremble.
But along with the trembling was solemn applause. Even though you are afraid, you still have to welcome the arrival of these existences.
"The first is the devil king who rules the Hell of Sloth, Ms. Mostima!"
Neat, solemn, and even frightening applause sounded throughout the city. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the seven thrones.
Mostima's figure appeared on a throne made of scorched earth and blood. She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, and the huge pair of beautiful wings covered with patterns behind her were so clear.
She glanced at the demons below her indifferently, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised on her perfect face, as if she was mocking all the creatures present.
"Then comes the second level of greed hell, the ruler of the Iron City, Archduke Abaddon."
A tall, black-haired human with a slight horn on his forehead and wearing gorgeous clothes appeared on the second throne of steel and swords. In one of his hands, he held the sword that symbolized power.
A scepter of extraordinary power.
"The third level of hell, the jealous ruler of hell, the great king of fallen angels, Archduke Azazel!"
A handsome middle-aged man appeared on an exquisite and gorgeous throne. The huge black wings behind the middle-aged man symbolized his powerful power and past glory. On the throne beneath him
With complex and exquisite sculptures, a chair alone can be regarded as an exquisite work of art.
"The fourth level of hell, the ruler of the hell of desire, Viscount Samael!"
Viscount Maman, whose upper body is human and lower body is snake, appeared on his throne of acid, corrosion and mud. He has fair skin and thin body, but no one dares to look down upon him.
"The ruler of the fifth level of wrathful hell, the awesome Belial Overlord."
Overlord Belial is wearing a pair of ancient, whitish black armor. Mysterious ancient magic runes are engraved on the armor, and these magic runes are outlined by shining blue magic lines.
The huge, ferocious helmet covered his head tightly.
Overlord Belial has a magic sword hanging from his waist, and he sits on a throne made of frost.
"The ruler of the Sixth Hell, the Hell of Gluttony, the great Duke Beelzebub."
"The seventh level of hell, the ruler of the proud hell, the great Archduke Arcturus.
"And the greatest, the master of hell, His Majesty the Great Will of Hell!"
Until this moment, the neat applause almost lifted the roof of Grand Perry City.
And when they saw the vague figure of Hell's Will, the waves of applause stopped neatly.
Because that is the great will of hell, it would be a bit disrespectful to welcome him with any applause. For such a great existence, the demons just welcome it with awe.
This is just like the throne of hell's will. There is no fire, no ice, no fancy decorations, and no hardness of steel. It is a simple and vicissitudes of life throne.
It does not need to be decorated with any decorations. The huge power represented by the throne itself is enough to make all evil spirits hold their breath.
"Then please enjoy the wonderful performances organized by the students. The first is Miss Sylvanas's chorus."
The portal opened, and the fallen angels, dressed in pure white and simple clothes, with inverted black crosses hanging on their chests, walked onto the stage one by one with solemn expressions.
"These fallen angels are warriors!" Archduke Abaddon, the devil king of the second hell, said displeasedly.
Although the sound was not loud, the lords in the sky could clearly hear: "They are warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles. Why do they let such people come to the stage?"
"They are singers." Azazel, the king of fallen angels, said leisurely: "Little Sylvanas is my daughter. She has inherited my artistic cells, although she is a little reckless and pursues the finer aspects of things.
Not as good as me, but still my daughter after all."
"We might as well listen carefully and then decide whether these fallen angels are singers or warriors." Ms. Mostima said with a smile, "I am very much looking forward to seeing the true perfect art."
Later, when the fallen angels stood still, Sylvanas also stood in front of the fallen angels.
She was wearing a gorgeous white skirt, long white stockings, and white leather boots. She looked so beautiful. When she waved the stick in her hand, the song sounded at the same time.
The neat and solemn chorus itself has great charm. As Sylvanas said before, chorus is the embodiment of order.
Choral songs can express many things, and what can best be expressed in the beautiful harmony is "unity."
When many fallen angels sang the lyrics in unison and the power of unity was great, Baal in front of the crystal ball almost laughed out loud, but he soon fell into deep thought.
Yes, the choir represents order, but their lyrics are about unity. Isn't this an interesting coincidence?
Most people who call themselves righteous have the understanding that "evil will kill each other."
The abyss is an obvious representative. The demons in the evil abyss are always killing each other, and they spend far more energy on internal fighting than on external war.
But order is a kind of rule. He can turn this kind of massacre into another way, an acceptable and more civilized way.
Yes, order brings unity, but unity brings strength.
This is how the devil lives in hell.
This kind of performance was naturally very popular. When the final chorus ended, the whole city burst into cheers, and even the picky King of the Fallen Angels, Azazel, had a smile on his lips.
The subsequent performances were even more exciting and varied.
The students worked hard to put everything they could think of on the stage: there were grand and magical illusion performances, and those dreamlike and real environments made all the evil spirits intoxicated.
There was also a performance of tamed demons, with berserk demons and demon-hunting spiders making all kinds of stupid moves on the stage like tamed dogs.
There were also a hundred skeletons performing a juggling trick of throwing each other's heads and then catching them accurately. In the end, all one hundred skulls were thrown high by one skeleton, and then caught, the one hundred skulls were flying in the air.
It formed a large circle, which was absolutely wonderful for juggling. Unfortunately, the little skeleton missed and more than a hundred heads fell on the stage and turned into pieces.
The student who participated in the performance was also the owner of this skeleton, a mage. The poor mage was taken out on the spot and thrown off the stage amidst the cheers of the crowd without his head being chopped off.
After seeing the blood, the demons became even more excited. The whole city seemed to be ignited by passion and red blood. When the crowd chanted the slogan "Kill one more, kill one more," Mesdam read Yiluo.