Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 357 The Concert in Toulouse

"Yeah ~~ Everyone ~ see you next time ~ Thank you all for the positive ~"

In the center of Toulouse, a large building was knocked down, the town was destroyed into a square, and the ruins were rebuilt into a huge stage.There are three layers of long, medium and short layers of beautiful dark red curtains on the upright wooden pillars, which are draped over each other, giving people a sense of layering.

I don't know what the principle is based on the huge spotlight ball floating above the stage, and the brilliance of various colors is scattered and turned in the girl's happy voice, just like a real concert, giving people a luxurious feeling.

The fly in the ointment is that because it is daytime, and it is bright sunlight, and it is an open-air stage, the light emitted by this light ball is not obvious, which is really a waste of effort.

However, this luxury was built on the surrounding ruins. The gorgeous and dilapidated coexistence gave people an indescribable sense of incongruity.

On the stage, he was wearing a black vertical skirt, just like the kind of skirts that Japanese modern idols often wear. Below the skirt is a pure white vertical skirt, and the fingers are wrapped in red finger sleeves. Wearing beautiful white sleeves and pure white boots on both feet, the sharp contrast between black and white highlights a fresh feeling.

She had a smile on her face, she looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, her red hair was loose, and a twisted... should I say horn or something extended from each side?However, if you look closely, there is also a silky black tail extending from the back of her skirt, which should fit 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 has nothing to do with fighting, no one regards the spear in her hand as a weapon.

She has a slightly sweaty bead and a sense of happiness on her face. Of course, there is only one thing that can do on such a stage -that is to sing high.That is the concert!
I guess she just finished it?
Maybe 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 survive a concert, the physical strength of idols should not be underestimated.

Being able to make an existence far beyond human quality like a Servant sweat all over, one can imagine how fiercely she sang just now.

Standing behind her, a man in a tuxedo was slowly floating up from the huge pipe organ in front of him.

Yes, literally float up.Get away from between the chairs.

Judging from the back, he is a rather elegant man. The tuxedo is paired with a broken black cloak at the tail, like mulberry leaves that have been eaten away, but the flowing black hair makes up for this defect, free and easy and unruly. Possession and refinement, this combination that didn't match up well in him was reflected beautifully.

"Singing for you, singing for you... Christina Christina... oh, Christina..."

He just murmured such words, and drew his hands from the keys of the organ.

It was a shocking pair of blood-colored...claws.

It looks like there is no skin, red muscles, yellow fat, mixed with pink and white tendons, no skin wrapping, it should be the position of the hand, all kinds of biological parts are pieced together to form a bloody state, the nails are very The long nails are like the claws of wild beasts, revealing a sharp and cold light like metal.

And on his face, there was also a half mask, which was divided into two vertically from the bridge of the nose, and half of his face was wrapped in a terrifying ghost-like white mask with bloodstains on it.

It's just... like showing an evil spirit haunted by evil spirits.

Of these two people, one is in charge of singing and dancing, and the other is in charge of playing the organ.One is a modern style, which pursues popular music, and the other is a classical style, which uses a rare pipe organ as an instrument.Just by looking at this group, one can roughly guess what the evaluation of this concert will be.

What about the audience below?

His face was livid, his eyes were dull, and he looked like he was about to vomit. This was the mildest symptom.They cleverly plug their ears to reduce noise.However, in this era, there is no good sound insulation material, and you can't blatantly cover your ears, so you can only endure it.At least a little better.

There are some people leaning on the shoulders of those around them, rolling their eyes, foaming at the mouth, unable to stand still, and thanks to the righteousness of the livid-faced buddies next to them, they endured the sadness and had to shoulder—literally It means carrying the weight of an adult on your shoulders.

How hard is this?

There are even some people whose ears bleed when they listened to it. These people just did something more extreme. They directly pierced their eardrums with sharp objects.Originally, I thought that even the pain of piercing the eardrum was better than listening to this crap.However, I didn't expect that the resonance of this sound directly stimulated the wound to bleed, and the bleeding was rushing...

The most serious, direct eyes, ears, nostrils and mouth bleeding, bleeding from the seven orifices in the true sense, this kind of person is definitely hopeless.

What's even more frightening is that the girl on the stage is unconscious because her singing voice is too bad...

"Today, many little piggies came to the concert with illnesses. I am so touched~ I love you~"

She didn't understand the reason for everyone's illness at all. She made a heart shape with her hands and looked at everyone with a smile.Is it cruel because of naivety?Or is it naive because of cruelty?In short, she is the type who smiles and does inhumane things.

"Tsk - I heard you ghosting here several kilometers away."

The black dragon covered the sky and hovered over the stage, blocking the sun.

Generally speaking, French nationals should run away at such times.

But they had just been poisoned by the concert, and they didn't even have the strength to run.

So be it.Even being burned to death by the Dragon Witch is better than listening to this stuff.

They all have such broken cans and broken thoughts in their hearts.

Joan of Arc, who was 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 the manager~ Yahoo."

"Oh, you bastard, what is a manager? The thing I regret the most now is giving you the madness attribute, and you can't communicate at all..."

The Witch of the Dragon, the dark Joan of Arc—it's too troublesome to say so, so I might as well call it Black Joan for the time being—Black Joan responded with a feeling of displeasure.

She regrets from the heart, although her friend, the crazy warlock, and Gidre determined that the summoning followers who summoned this kind of madness would be more dedicated to destroying Framers. More appropriate to destroy.However, some frenzy guys are too annoying.

Leaded by Qing Ji and this little girl's film, after being crazy, she didn't know what to control, annoying people!
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. Take me to the headquarters. Stop making trouble here, get serious and destroy France. The southeast, northeast, and northwest, the three fronts have all been destroyed. .If you don't take me seriously...I won't let you go. Understand!"

(End of this chapter)