(a)

"Originally, I wasn't going to fight seriously. ”

Five beautifully dressed girl dolls held blood-stained silver blades, and slowly returned to Alice's side under the pull of silk threads. Another puppet holding a large shield fell from Alice's chest to the ground with a "snap", and the shield broke, the body shattered, and the thread broke.

Just now, in that moment of lightning, it was this little warrior who blocked most of the impact for Alice. Thanks to its sacrifice, Red Misuzu's punch that hit the point didn't play as powerful as it should.

"There is no winner in a deathmatch, and if you don't leave a way out for others, you don't leave a way out for yourself. ”

Alice said, reaching out and patting the snow stuck to her clothes, then glanced sideways at Marisa who was lying on the ground, and said:

"Unlike the fool lying there, every time I take a step, I have to take three steps forward to make sure that there is no danger before I take this step. ”

"But," she said, she suddenly changed her tone and her tone was three points heavier, "that doesn't mean I like the feeling of failure. ”

"I want to win, whether it's a game or a real fight, to make a move to win. ”

"Hehehe......"

Red Misuzu wiped the blood off her cheeks and said with a dry smile:

"Heroes see the same thing. ”

Misuzu's situation at the moment is not optimistic.

Fang Cai's surprise attack came fiercely, Misuzu couldn't dodge, and was injured in more than ten places, and most of her clothes were stained red with blood. Those dolls are small, but the guys in their hands are all real. Even if it is a silver halberd the size of a fruit knife, if it hits the vital point, it can easily kill a person.

The vision became blurred, and Alice in front of her appeared several ghosts, her weight swaying back and forth between front and back, and it felt like dancing on top of a thousand waves and a lonely boat. The effects of blood loss became more and more evident over time, and Misuzu's condition was greatly reduced. At this point, she had actually lost, and this broken body was no longer enough to survive the next battle, but she still raised her fists, put herself in a position, threw a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the ground, and shouted:

"Let the horses come!"

For Hong Miling, there really is nothing in this world that can force her to give up, except for herself.

"As you wish. ”

Alice snapped her fingers, and the new, unseen figure stepped out of the shadows.

"The Orleans Doll of Fraternity!"

"Mist London dolls!"

A blonde French girl appears to Misuzu's left, arms outstretched, and a warm smile on her slightly freckled face. A London lady dressed in full costume stood to her right, standing upright, with disdainful eyes, noble and arrogant, like a countess. Enthusiasm and loneliness, the fragrance of the European wilderness and the cold mist of the British Isles, are vividly reflected in the raindrop-dense magical barrage they weave with their hands. Red Misuzu is squeezed in the middle by the barrage of these two completely opposite styles, and she is tired of coping. In a daze, she even had the illusion that she was fighting two real living people.

"It's different, it's not at all. ”

At this moment, Hong Misuzu deeply realized the abnormality of these two dolls. They were unlike any of the figures Alice had ever used before, not only were they bigger and more beautiful, they didn't even need to use silk threads to manipulate them, but more importantly, there were certain things in their intricately carved wooden bodies that a wire puppet shouldn't have.

From their magic, Red Misuzu felt emotional fluctuations, as if she wanted to use this gorgeous magic light bullet to pour out their life past. On their bodies, Misuzu smelled the breath of life, and the feeling was very strange and indescribable, and only Misuzu at this moment could feel it clearly.

They are wood with souls, dancing works of art, and magic embodied in the material world, and God knows how Alice made them.

"Red-haired Dutch dolls!"

"Chalky Russian dolls!"

No stops, no mercy. Alice released two more dolls that were also "full of personality", and with the previous two, Misuzu had no way to escape.

A tall Dutch woman, with her back to a windmill and a field of flowers, her flaming red hair fluttering in the wind.

A Russian girl wrapped in a cotton monkey, with braided hair and a Mosin Nagant rifle, shoots projectiles of frost and snow.

"What is this, traveling the world in twenty seconds?"

Before being swallowed by the magical light, Red Misuzu only smiled helplessly.

(b)

High in the sky, above the clouds, the sun is shining, and the cold is lonely.

Reimu stopped on top of a heavy cumulonimbus cloud, and with a moment of reach, he grabbed a few pink petals that had forked at the ends—they were cherry blossom petals.

She looked up and saw a large number of petals falling from the more distant, unsightly sky. In Gensokyo below, it's snowing cold, but the clear sky above the clouds is cherry blossom-colored powder.

"Sure enough, the mutation started in the 'sky'. “

Reimu casually threw those petals into the wind and muttered to himself.

Originally, it was impossible for Reimu to see such a thing until this mutation was over. Let's not say that there is not a single blooming cherry tree in Gensokyo, let's just say where she is now, she is now, but above 10,000 meters in the sky, even the clouds are at her feet! The air here is thin and the temperature is low enough to turn carbon dioxide back into liquid, not to mention cherry blossoms, this kind of place cannot survive any living thing.

The so-called abnormal things must be demons, with the conjecture of "since the snow fell from the sky, then go to the sky to find problems", Reimu is betting right...... Anyway, did she gamble wrongly?

"Hmmm......"

Reimu closed her eyes, pale blue dots of light pulsing in her palms. After a few moments, she grabbed the light again, and opened her eyes, which gleamed with determination.

"Sure enough, this is where the 'realm' is. ”

Gensokyo is a world wrapped in soap bubbles, and Gensokyo is not the only such world. Sometimes, soap bubbles attract each other, connect with each other, and even blend into one. The intersection of two soap bubbles connected together is the "realm" – the dividing line between worlds.

It seems that the root of this anomaly must be outside the realm.

Reimu pondered, picked up his spiritual power again, and flew up, intending to follow the fluttering powder snow to the other side of the realm. Unexpectedly, at this time, a burst of cheerful jazz music suddenly came into her ears.

"Jazz, at this height?"

Lingmeng hurriedly turned his head to take a look, and saw three little spirits holding musical instruments, gathering on a white cloud, playing and composing.

"Hey, you guys!"

Reimu leaned over and floated above them, shouting:

"What for?"

"Eh, do you mean us?" asked one of the three spirits, a brown-haired and red-clad keyboardist, looking up at Reimu.

"Nonsense, who else but you?"

"We are the Soul Orchestra, the three Prizmliba sisters. The other, a trumpeter in white clothes and blue hair, said, "Now we are rehearsing for tonight's banquet." ”

"The eldest lady of the underworld...... Invite us ......" The blonde violinist in black who was hiding behind the first two girls muttered quietly, "It was said that there was a cherry blossom viewing party...... ...... to play music"

"Wait a minute...... Reimu gestured for a pause, "You just said 'cherry blossom viewing party', right?"

"I didn't ...... That's right......"

The violinist looked a little timid, and a smile appeared on Reimu's face. She held the exorcism coin, knocked it twice in her palm, and smiled maliciously like a thug with an iron rod to extort money:

"Can you take me to the location of the 'cherry blossom viewing party'?"

"No," said the trumpeter, "'If the shrine maiden asks about it,' tell her, 'Nothing,' according to our employer." ”

"But didn't we all tell her just now?" the keyboardist whispered, stabbing her on the waist slightly.

"Right...... Yes......" The trumpeter stroked his hair, straightened out his embarrassed expression, and exclaimed:

"Anyway, we're not going to cooperate with the shrine maiden, get out of here!"

"That's right, get out of here......" the violinist whispered behind him.

"Well......" Reimu raised an eyebrow, "I didn't expect you to take the initiative to help me anyway......"

"My mother said that when ordinary means don't work, you have to use violence decisively. She clenched her fists and continued:

"Violence always solves the problem. ”

"What the hell, what the hell!" shouted the keyboardist, "it!"

"Come on, I'm afraid you won't make it!" shouted the trumpeter, waving his fist, "Let me see the power of music!"

"The power of music, that's ...... Dynamic Light Wave ...... Goohe......"

The violinist in the back said something inexplicable and made himself laugh. The witch-like laugh continued until her two sisters punched her in the head, forcing her back to reality.

"Ahem...... the trumpeter in white coughed dryly, then stretched out his hand and pointed at Reimu's nose and exclaimed:

"Ghost Orchestra, the three Prizmliba sisters, gorgeous debut! I am the second daughter, Melulan!"

"I'm the third daughter, Lilika!" said the keyboard in red.

"The eldest daughter, Lunasa...... My head hurts......"

The black-clad violinist crouched on the clouds, clutching the two large bags above her head, and whimpered.

"The three of us, collectively known as the Ghost Orchestra, Prizmliba!"

"That's already been said, second sister!"

"Second echo, that's, Echoes Act 3......hehehehe......"

"Total ...... In short, in this silvery Gensokyo!"

"On the capital of flowers in this sky!"

"...... on the border between the dark and the bright"

"Hit!"

"Ghost Funeral ......"

"Requiem!"

"Done introducing yourself?"

Facing the Sao Ling sisters, who had set up a formation and gradually opened up the great magic of the three of them, Reimu unhurriedly took out a piece of rune paper.

"Then you can get out of the show!"