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Chapter 1361 Overlord and the clown

Come on, come on

A long journey is waiting for you

Follow our call, just like laughter will bring you here

You will fall to the path you want

You have lost everything, but everything is more than that simple

Come on, give yourself to me

Because you will dance with the passage of time, too

Until his eyes were scared and panting

Come with us, your end is here

On the snowy stone slab

This place will be our paradise

We'll dye it bright red by then

Please join our Dance of Death—

In the dim little theater, there are ups and downs, with strange melodies, sometimes sad and sometimes joyful music. At the same time, several vague figures are accompanied by music, leaping into strange dances that most creatures cannot understand, but their appearance cannot be observed with the naked eyes of humans, and they will only see a afterimage.

Only the spiritual race can watch such dances.

On hundreds of red seats below the stage, only two figures sat silently, their faces could hardly be seen in the half-light and half-dark light, hidden in the shadows cast by the stage.

After a moment, the man on the left raised his head slightly, and a golden mask full of malicious smile appeared under the light. The mouth of the slender mask was almost outlined into a V, and the teeth were also carved into long sharp teeth, which looked particularly conspicuous against the tuft of scarlet hair on the top of his head and the gray turtleneck windbreaker.

And in a troupe, only the troupe leader has this outfit.

The head of the Harlemn Theatre, also known as the "leader dancer" or "the incarnation of the laughing god" in the Spiritual language, is the leader and protagonist of the Harlemn Theatre. They have the exquisite skills of weaving the Holocaust and the command ability comparable to veteran generals.

Generally speaking, only the troupe leader can decide where the troupe will go next, what dance to perform in the next scene, and what information to express in the next code word. If the Shadow Prophet is the soul of the troupe, then the troupe leader is mind and cunning.

During the performance, the roles of the troupe leader are the protagonists and heroes in the story, especially in "The Never Stop Dance", where he needs to personally play the role of the laughing god, fight against Slaanesia, and defeat the unsatisfied hunger of this new evil god.

On political occasions, the troupe leader is responsible for serving as the troupe's messenger and meeting with the prophet of the Ark World, the consul of the Comoros, the pirate prince of the pirate tribe and the chief of the wild elves.

But what is different from other groups of the Eldar Clan is that although the troupe leader is known as the leader of the troupe, they do not rely on layer-by-layer promotion like the leaders of the military organization. Instead, like the protagonists in the story, they can become the protagonist's actors by being recognized by the troupe until the next star is selected.

At this moment, the person on the right suddenly spoke, and he was still hiding in the shadow, but his towering pointed helmet showed his identity.

"My dear brother Uma, this matter is a lot of trouble with what you said in advance."

The head of the harlequin drama stared at the performance on the stage from above his thin fingers, and an indescribable glare flashed in the golden mask's eyes.

"Where will I go, where will I go?"

The troupe leader murmured obscure lines, as if he was just expressing his thoughts.

And the one next to him just let out a shriveled laughter, then said:

"Although this time you have the assistance of your entire malicious soaring troupe, the tragedy of the God of Plague came to us with great energy. Although Comoros have many defensive measures, you have also seen that they are all selfish cowards, and I can't help them."

The Malicious Soaring Theatre can be said to be a frequent visitor of Comoros. Their performances are very popular with the Witch Spirit Sect (simply put, there are many female fans), and they complete their performances and battles almost completely in flight mode, with a vehicle number far exceeding all the troupes.

Uma sighed lightly and used the normal elves language rarely.

"You're starting to doubt."

"Ah, man, you misunderstood. There is no reason for us to distrust our plans, after all, they were planned by the smartest wise men of our race for the glory of Ada."

"We cannot doubt ourselves, especially during such a trial period."

Uma replied, with a warning sign in his voice.

The man on the right waved his hand, and a huge screen rose above their heads, and the soft light emitted from the screen also dispelled all the darkness and shone the figure out.

The ancient spiritual armor, which is as dark as ink and gorgeous as the boundless, towering layered helmets, scarlet hair on the top of the helmet, the soul-stirring scepter of pain, the black hair on the waist, and the pale and thin face that always has a malicious smile, without exception, shows the person's identity.

The overlord of Comoros, the master of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group, Asrubair Victor.

When the overlord of the Youdu looked at the screen, it seemed as if millions of stars were flashing in his bright eyes, filling his consciousness with vast and cold nothingness.

Soon, the image becomes stable and clear.

"Yes."

Victor whispered half to himself:

“This is indeed a test period.”

As he spoke, the screen moved closer, and a layer of milky white mist on it was vaguely visible, forming a pattern of a soaring phoenix.

The colors on the screen are deliberately lightened and weakened, but the mist is real, even due to some visual factors, it is almost impossible to distinguish from the dark space around it.

"Brother, please take a look."

The screen flickered, then shone with light of various colors, and then the spot-like darkness was instantly dispelled by the bright purple. They seemed to burst out from nothingness, and were surrounded by dark green and yellow halos, as if countless toxic substances were suddenly ignited, causing the dark to burn itself.

At this time, the phoenix made of mist suddenly moved, flashing its wings to fight against the poisonous smoke. The conflict between the two created a tremendous torrent of energy.

After Uma stared at the dazzling distorted energy vortex on the screen for a while, she nodded slowly.

"So I'm not as optimistic as you, man."

Victor shook his head with a teasing voice, and then a creeping weird servant came to him, holding a silver tray in his hand, and a crystal cup was placed on it, with a light red liquid inside.

The overlord of Youdu picked up the cup and took a sip, and continued:

"Asuyan's crown can't last long."

"If the opponent is about to break through the defense line, we will warn you in advance."

The captain of the clown play carefully chose his words, but the doubts in his words betrayed him.

"Hey, look at where they are coming out of the subspace, you know very well that you... have also dealt with the believers of the God of Plague, and should understand them better than me. They may be very slow, but they are also more patient. Now they are gathering the power of witchcraft, as long as they reach that critical point..."

Victor is not aimless. The Malicious Flying Troupe is one of the few troupes that are specifically targeted at Chaos forces among the several clowns, and has also worked together with Comoros' allies many times.


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