"Ah ho~~ Dear little piggies~ See you next time~ Thank you all for coming~"
In the center of Toulouse, a large number of buildings were demolished, the town was destroyed into a square, and the ruins were rebuilt into a huge stage. A beautiful dark red curtain was placed on the erected wooden pillars, with three layers, long, medium and short, draped over each other, giving people a
A sense of changing layers.
I don’t know what the principle is based on. The huge spotlight ball is suspended in the sky above the stage, and the lights of various colors are rotating in the girl’s happy voice, just like a real concert, giving people a luxurious feeling.
The only drawback is that because it is daytime here, it is bright sunlight, and it is an open-air stage, so the light emitted by this light ball is not obvious, which is a waste of effort.
However, this luxury is built on the surrounding ruins. Gorgeousness and dilapidation coexist, giving people an indescribable and violent sense of disharmony.
On the stage, she was wearing a black stand-up skirt, just like the kind of skirt often worn by modern Japanese idols. Below the skirt was a pure white stand-up pleated skirt. Her fingers were wrapped in red finger gloves, and her arms were covered with gloves.
Wearing beautiful white sleeves and pure white boots on her feet, the sharp contrast between black and white highlights a lively feeling.
She had a smile on her face, and she looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. Her red hair was hanging loose, and a twisted...should I say it was a horn or something like that extended from both sides? However, if you look carefully, her
A smooth black tail also extends from the back of the skirt, probably to fit in with the theme of [Dragon].
She held a long microphone in both hands...ah, no, it was a long gun, but there was a microphone on the tip of the gun. Because she was not related to the battle, no one took the long gun in her hand.
Treat it as a weapon.
There were slight beads of sweat on her body, and her face was filled with happiness. On such a stage, of course, there is only one thing that can be done - and that is to sing as loudly as possible. That is, a concert!
I guess she just finished it?
Perhaps many people don't understand that singing is actually a very hard job. Not to mention that professional idols have to sing and dance at the same time, which intensifies the physical exertion. To be able to hold on for a concert, the physical strength of an idol should not be underestimated.
It can make a Servant, who is far beyond human beings, sweat all over. You can imagine how intensely she sang just now.
Standing behind her, a man in a tuxedo was slowly floating up from the edge of the huge pipe organ in front of her.
Yes, literally floating. Pulling away from the chairs.
Judging from the back, he is a rather elegant man. The tuxedo is paired with a broken black cloak at the tail, which looks like a cannibalized mulberry leaf. However, the flowing black hair makes up for this shortcoming. He is free and uninhibited.
The combination of magnanimity and elegance, which was originally incompatible, was beautifully reflected in him.
"Sing for you, sing for you...Christina Christina...ah, Christina..."
He just muttered these words and took his hands away from the keys of the organ.
It was a shocking pair of bloody... claws.
It looks like there is no skin, red muscles, yellow fat, mixed with pink and white tendons, no skin wrapping, where the hands should be, all kinds of biological parts put together into a bloody state, the nails are very
Very long, each nail is like a beast's claw, with a sharp and cold light like metal.
And he also wore half a mask on his face, which was split vertically into two parts from the bridge of his nose. Half of his face was wrapped in a scary ghost-like white mask with blood stains on it.
It's just... like an evil spirit haunted by evil spirits.
Of these two people, one is responsible for singing and dancing, and the other is responsible for playing the organ. One is a modern style, pursuing the style of pop music, and the other is a classical style, using the now rare organ as an instrument. Just looking at this combination, you can
You can probably guess what kind of evaluation this concert will be.
What about the audience below?
Their faces were livid, their eyes were dull, and they looked like they wanted to vomit. This was the mildest symptom. They cleverly blocked their ears to reduce the noise. However, there was no good sound insulation material in this era.
I can't cover my ears blatantly, so I can only endure it. At least it's better.
Some people leaned on the shoulders of the people around them, rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, and could no longer stand. Thanks to the righteousness of the livid-faced buddies next to them, they endured the sadness and still had to shoulder the burden - literally
In a sense, it carries the weight of an adult on its shoulders.
How hard is this?
There are even some people whose ears bleed after listening. These people do something even more extreme. They directly pierce their eardrums with sharp objects. They originally thought that even the pain of piercing the eardrums is better than listening.
This shit. However, I didn’t expect that the resonance of this sound would directly stimulate the wound to bleed, and it would bleed...
The most serious one is bleeding directly from the eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth, and bleeding from all the orifices in a real sense. This kind of person is definitely hopeless.
What's even more frightening is that the girl on the stage has no consciousness at all. This is because her singing voice is so bad...
"Today, so many little piggies came to the concert even though they were sick. I was so touched ~ I love you all ~"
She didn't understand the reason why everyone was sick at all. She made a heart shape with her hands and looked at everyone with a smile. Was she cruel because she was naive? Or was she naive because she was cruel? In short, that's what she did, smiling.
The type of things that happen that are cruel and inhumane.
"Tsk—I heard your ghostly howling here from several kilometers away."
The dark dragon covered the sky and hovered over the stage, blocking the sunlight.
Generally speaking, French citizens should flee at such times.
But they had just been poisoned by She at the concert, and they didn't even have the strength to run.
That's it. Even if you get burned to death by the Dragon Witch, it's better than listening to this thing.
They all have such thoughts in their hearts.
Jeanne d'Arc, dressed in pitch black, jumped down from the dragon's neck, and her iron boots collided with the stage, making a crisp sound.
She waved the battle flag in her hand, and the flag unfolded, revealing a dark, dragon-like pattern.
"Ah, isn't this an agent~ Yahoo."
"Hey, you bastard, what the hell is an agent? The thing I regret the most right now is that I gave you the mad attribute, and you can't communicate at all..."
The Dragon Witch, the dark Joan of Arc - it's too troublesome to say this, so let's just call it Black Joan for the time being - Black Joan responded with a look of displeasure.
She regretted it from the bottom of her heart. Although, her friend, the crazy warlock, Gildre believed that summoning such a crazy servant was more worthy of destroying France. Only this crazy servant could
More suitable for destruction. However, some crazy guys are just too annoying.
Starting with Qing Ji and this little girl, after going crazy, they don’t understand what moderation is at all, it’s so annoying!
"Okay, let's not talk about it for now. Take me to the headquarters. Stop making small fuss here. Get serious and destroy France. The southeast, northeast, and northwest fronts have all been destroyed.
.If you don’t take me seriously...I won’t let you go. Do you understand?”