"Roar~~ Piglets~ See you next time~ Thank you for coming~"

In the center of Toulouse, a large number of buildings have been torn down, the town has been destroyed into a square, and the ruins have been rebuilt into a huge stage. The erected wooden pillars are covered with beautiful dark red curtains, with three layers, long, medium and short, draped over each other, giving people a sense of changing layering.

I don't know what principle it is based on, the huge magnesium lantern color ball is suspended above the stage, and the various colors of light are scattered and rotated in the girl's happy voice, just like a concert in reality, giving people a luxurious feeling.

The fly in the ointment is that because it is daytime, and it is bright daylight, and it is still an open-air stage, the light emitted by this light ball is not obvious, which is really a bad practice.

However, this luxury is built on the ruins around it, and the opulence and dilapidation exist at the same time, giving people an indescribable sense of violent incongruity.

On stage, he wears a black stand-up skirt, like the kind often worn by modern Japanese idols, with a pure white stand-up folded skirt underneath the skirt, his fingers wrapped in red finger covers, beautiful white sleeves on his arms, and pure white boots on his feet.

She had a smile on her face, she looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, her red hair was scattered, and a twisted ...... extended on each side Should I say it's a horn or something? However, if you look closely, a slippery black tail also extends from the back of her skirt, which should be in line with the theme of "Dragon".

She held the long microphone in both hands...... Oh, no, it's a long gun, but there's a microphone on the tip. Because she didn't have much to do with fighting, no one used the spear in her hand as a weapon.

She has a slight bead of sweat on her body, her face is full of happiness, on such a stage, of course, there is only one thing she can do - that is, to sing to her heart's content. That is, a concert!

I guess she's just finished, right?

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 further aggravates the physical exertion, and if they can stick to a concert, the physical strength of idols should not be underestimated.

can make such an existence as a servant far beyond human quality also sweat, you can imagine how fierce she sang just now.

Behind her, a man in a tuxedo was slowly floating up from the edge of the huge organ in front of her.

Yes, literally, floating. Pull away from between the chairs.

Judging from the back, he is a rather elegant man, with a tuxedo with some broken black capes on the tail hem, like a cannibalized mulberry leaf, but the flowing black hair makes up for this defect, free and uninhibited bearing and elegance, which was originally not matched The combination has been beautifully reflected in him.

"Sing for you, sing for you...... Christina Christina ...... Ah, Christina......"

He just muttered something like that, and his hands pulled out of the keys of the organ.

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

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 patched together into a bloody state, the nails are very long, each nail is similar to the claws of a beast, through the sharp and cold light of metal.

And on his face, he also wore half a mask, which was split in two from the bridge of his nose, and half of his face was wrapped in a terrifying ghostly white mask, and there were blood stains on it.

It's ...... It's 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 the modern style, which chases the style of pop music, and the other is the classical style, which uses the now-rare pipe organ as an instrument. Just by looking at this group, you can roughly guess what kind of evaluation this concert will be.

What about the audience below?

The face is blue, the eyes are blank, and the appearance of wanting to vomit is the mildest symptom. They cleverly plugged their ears to reduce the noise. However, there are no good soundproofing materials in this era, and you can't blatantly cover your ears, so you can only endure it. At least a little better.

There are some people who are leaning on the shoulders of the people around them, rolling their eyes, foaming at the mouth, unable to stand, and thanks to the iron-faced buddy next to them, they endure the sadness, and they have to shoulder the weight of an adult in the literal sense.

How hard is that?

There are even some people who are bleeding from both ears, and these people just do a little more desperately, and they directly pierce their eardrums with sharp objects. Originally, I felt that even the pain of piercing the eardrum was better than listening to this thing. However, I didn't expect that the resonance of this sound directly stimulated the wound to bleed and bleed......

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

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

"Today, a lot of little piglets came to the concert with illness, I was so moved~ I love you~"

She didn't understand the reason for everyone's illness at all, and gestured with her hands in a heart shape, looking at everyone with a smile. Is it because of innocence and cruelty? Or does it seem naïve because of cruelty? In short, she's the type of person who does inhumane things with a smile.

"Tsk—I've heard you ghost here for miles."

The pitch-black dragon obscured the day, hovering over the stage to block out the sunlight.

Generally speaking, French nationals should flee at such times.

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

So be it. Even if you are burned to death by the Dragon Witch, it is better than listening to this thing.

They all have such thoughts in their hearts.

Joan of Arc, dressed in pitch black, jumped off the dragon's neck, and the iron boots collided with the stage with a crisp sound.

She waved the battle flag in her hand, and the flag unfurled, revealing a pitch-black, dragon-like pattern.

"Ah, isn't this an agent~ Ahhh

"What the hell are you, what kind of agent is it? One of the things I regret the most right now is to give you the madness attribute and not be able to communicate at all......"

The witch of the dragon, the pitch-black Joan of Arc - it's too troublesome to say that, so let's just call it Joan of Arc for the time being - Black Joan of Arc replied with an unhappy look on her face.

She regretted it from the bottom of her heart, although, her friend, the mad warlock, Guildre, decided that summoning this kind of frenzied servant was more worthy of destroying France, and this frenzied servant was more suitable for destruction. However, there are some crazy guys who are just too annoying.

Led by Qing Ji and this little girl, after going berserk, I don't know what moderation is at all, and I'm annoyed to death!

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Take me to the command. Stop making a fuss here, get serious and destroy France. The southeast, northeast, and northwest fronts were all destroyed. If you don't give me a little more serious...... I won't spare you. Got it! ”