At the boundary of the hazy star field, the dark void suddenly cracked a gap. Against the backdrop of starlight, a dazzling gem slid out of the crack.
Usvi, the Ark World, just left the hidden exit of the network channel, but there was no intention of stagnation. He ran towards the next network channel gate that could still operate.
But less than five minutes after it entered the physical universe, a supernatural foul stinking wind whistled out, instantly encompassing the entire Ark world.
At the first moment, several layers of protective covers rose up, protecting the Ark world and the residents inside from the physical and spiritual levels.
Just as the Ark World began to speed up and leave, thick beams of light mixed with huge currents came from afar, hitting hard on the thick barrier of the Ark World, making it shake like a small boat in the storm.
The Ark World is not to be outdone. The backhand is like a series of gorgeous counterattacks, soul shock cannons, vortex cannons, laser cannons - various large-caliber killing weapons fired at the attackers.
In the distance, a fleet with a heavy green color was approaching quickly. When the firepower of the Ark World came, they dispersed one after another, but there were still several warships hit and immediately turned into ruins.
But their number is hundreds, and this damage is not a threat.
Then they launched a more fierce offensive, like a bunch of wolves hunting bison, tearing the shield of the ark world desperately.
If they are given enough time, even the barrier that Usvina has not been broken for tens of thousands of years will eventually collapse.
Therefore, all the spiritual races in the Ark world were mobilized, and each person had his own responsibilities and positions. However, what is strange is that the most prestigious person here never appeared-
The fight outside was in full swing, and in a dim theater deep in the Ark World, there was a figure sitting alone in the empty audience.
The performance here has just reached its climax.
Suddenly, a living, thin metal figure appeared in the middle of the theater.
Its whole body was wrapped in slowly squirming rags. Its fragile arms stretched forward, and the harlequins shining by the stars slowly twisted in the air, singing one after another in the theater with a low voice.
"Ingael, Ingael."
The figure exudes a suffocating atmosphere of despair and hatred.
It slowly rotated, and the slender and faceless head looked at the only audience in the audience one by one.
Soon, the ghost slowly reached out his hand, his fingers long and thin, and then gently held the head of a clown with a weird mask on his face with both hands - they played the ancient sage.
The harlequin immediately became stiff, and the accessories on his body darkened with flashing, and eventually lost their light completely.
Soon, it floated motionlessly in the air like a corpse. The Ingel slowly floated on the heads of the harlequins as if they were dead, stretching out its mummy palm, extinguishing the light of the harlequin who played the ancient saint one by one.
Their motionless "corpses" floated in the air, and their whispered chorus became more distant and ethereal with the demise of each ancient saint.
Around the theater, Ingaels, played by four ragged harlequins, begin to imitate the slow and deadly dance.
Soon, the theater was shrouded in complete darkness.
A few seconds later, a colorful ball of light rushed into the middle of the theater, and various colors danced wildly in the surrounding air.
It was a graceful figure, and the face on his head showed the laughing face of the god of laughter.
The laughter echoed in the vault, and seemed extremely high and clear in the previous ghostly whispers.
Ingel stopped its slow dance, his blind eye staring at the invaders who disturbed its star feast, and his figure was emitting pure hatred by his body language alone.
It began to float towards the Smiling God, and its sterling silver arms were stretched out.
As it gradually approached, it finally held the head of the smile god who had begun to tremble with its thin fingers.
Its epilepsy became more and more violent, one after another, the bright colors and smiles began to gradually disappear, until the clown lost its color and fell into silence, and its stiff body fell from the air like a stone, and the collision with the theater floor made a dull sound.
But a second later, the laughter resounded through the vault again.
The falling body on the floor of the theater was actually a harlequin in a ragged clothes. Another Ingel under the arch suddenly burst out with colorful light, revealing the fact that it is the God of Laughing.
It bent down with a smile as the suspended metal ghost faced it again.
Once again, because Gael floated forward and his arms stretched out, and once again, it swallowed one of its unclean fellows, mistakenly thinking that it was the God of Smiling.
Time and again, the laughing god led the ghost to the target, and the complex dance induced it to its compatriots.
The glory around the metal figure was dimly blew by the screaming faces of its murdered fellow men, and its originally graceful and precise movements began to chaotic until they became chaotic.
On the stage, the slender and weird face suddenly turned left and right, trying to find the true body of the laughing god. The unclean energy absorbed from other Ingels was flying on his head like a halo of dark light.
Its body became extremely large, and the energy emitted from its body filled the theater with bursts of static electricity.
But the laughter from the enemies of the gods seemed to be coming from every direction.
On the metal body of Ingel, the skeleton face symbolizing the sin of bride murder appeared, and then screamed and pounced in all directions.
Its madness is so thick that it can even be felt in the air, making the pressure inside the theater seem to exceed the critical point.
Every time in the blink of an eye, the laughing god seemed to dance a colorful stun dance behind it, in front of it, on its body, and under it.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The man named Ingel blindly grabbed the air in front of him for a few seconds, and his dry fingers penetrated the illusion left by the God of Smiling.
Then, with a sharp anger and a scream of admitting defeat, it held its head, twitched as it became smaller and smaller, as if it was folding itself and getting darker.
The clones with the flashing light of the God of Smiling God jumped gracefully as if they were juggling, and became a great and winning figure.
And the enemy who was pushed toward madness by greed gradually shrank into a tiny orb that burst out with lightning.
When the lamps representing the stars returned to light one by one, the performance was not over yet.
The entire clown troupe appeared under the vault and floated in a huge circle around the dark sphere.
At first they floated without saying a word and observed.
Then, as one, their alert mask turned into a mask of fear, because the orb burst out with lightning again, and its core flashed with red light.
The performance ends here.
The people in the audience clapped their hands and said with a smile:
"I haven't seen such a wonderful dance drama in many years, Curtain Walker."
The clowns on the stage left one after another, only the one who played the laughing god.
She took off her mask, took off her costume, revealing her body wrapped in black leather armor, and a mask that was as unvarnished as a black hole.
"The singer of Usnaish (the original name of Usnaish Song of Ark World is Usnaish Song, marked as Isa's Tears), your people are troubled by how to get rid of the pursuit of the believers of the decay of God, why are you so leisurely?"
"Hirandri, since you are here, doesn't it mean that things have turned around?"
The figure called Hirandley stood on the stage, overlooking the Great Prophet Usvi, who was raised legs in the audience, suddenly shook his head.
“What I bring is not the hope you expect.”
"Of course, I didn't expect any good news, just like turning around may not always be a good thing."
"Because Gael was in a turmoil, Sigaole wanted me to bring a warning that some ancient threat had broken free from its cage."
The great prophet nodded silently and stood up.
"I see."
"Where is the daughter of Isa? Where did you hide her? I can't see her lifeline."
The great prophet who was walking towards the exit stopped, turned around, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
Then two words were spoken.
"secret."
"You did this just harm her, and she was safe only under the protection of Sigaole."
The smile on the Great Prophet's face disappeared, his expression became cold, and his eyes became cold.
"Shut up, do you really think no one knows about that? Go back and ask the clown, who revealed the shelter of the Goddess of Life to the Goddess of Life during the Great Desolation. He always thinks he can manipulate everything? Remember, one day, Ingel, who was fooled by Him in the past, will initiate the most tragic revenge on him, and at that time, He will have nowhere to escape!"