The battle situation has changed not only where there are reinforcements, but also several battlefields without reinforcements have risen up because of Roman's signal.

Caster, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the musician who stood at the pinnacle of musical history, used his piano and his orchestra to his enemies, the Assassin, and the Phantom of the Opera explained what real music is.

"Don't think I'm the same as before! Listen, O pathetic musician and soul of your imprisoned, this magical melody. This is the music that relieves your pain and leads you to where you need to go—Requiem for Death! ”

The piano sounds, and the band accompanies it.

The melody is still the same melody, and the Requiem is still the same requiem.

Neither the notes nor the magical power have changed.

But for some reason, the Phantom of the Opera, who also liberated the musical treasure "My Love Song Only Echoes in Hell (Christine, Christine)", is completely unable to resist.

You must know that a few days ago, the two were still fighting fiercely in the field of music for a long time before gradually separating the winner.

The reason why the contrast is so stark is not because the Phantom of the Opera has become weaker, but because Mozart has become stronger.

The completion of "Dedicated to Maria" is not only a lifelong wish, but also a review, summary and self-transcendence of his own music career.

Today, Mozart has completely surpassed his former self and reached a whole new level. Even if the muse, the god of music, came down to declare war himself, he was not afraid!

In the realm of music, nothing is impossible for me! - He does what he says!

Everywhere in "Requiem", both servants and dragon beasts heard the call of death.

The souls of the human organ, scattered, and they were finally freed.

Having lost his last support, the Phantom of the Opera went into a frenzy, bent his hands and revealing a pair of massive metal claws, and launched a sacrificial assault on Mozart, the only way he could think of an attack.

However, Mozart, who had achieved musical victory, had long since lost sight of the Phantom of the Opera, and he let out a soft sigh.

"What a wretched man, I hope you can find your Christie in your normal calling."

Fingers drop, keys click.

"Boom!" The Requiem comes to an end.

The flowing notes pull the magic, which turns into magic and explodes in the air, completely cutting off the madness of the Phantom of the Opera.

Subsequently, the real effect of "Requiem" was born, taking away the last consciousness of the Phantom of the Opera.

"Music magic is applied to the extreme, and it is not bad. However, I really want to hear his real singing, it must be very beautiful. Anyway, now is not the time to think about this, you have to go to Maria's aid. ”

Slapping his cheek vigorously to free himself from the world of music, Mozart put away his treasure and got up to leave.

After only two steps, he stopped again, a smile of genuine joy on his fair face.

"I don't need to think about it anymore."

The ears that were in a sense beyond the Ruler's perceptual domain could hear Mary's singing and the sound of the executioner kneeling.

The man and woman, who had no contract and were better than a contract, ended the fight almost at the same time.

"That's it, Charles Henry Sanson."

Mary pronounced this to the executioner who was kneeling on the ground, who stared at the still beautiful princess in front of her and spat out a few words with difficulty.

"Thank you...... Thank...... And also...... Right...... No...... ......"

At the end of his life, he finally released the influence of "madness" and recalled his true heart.

For a long time after the execution of Louis XVI and Princess Marie, he would go out late at night.

This was a very dangerous move at the time, as the royal capital at that time imposed a strict curfew and forbade going out at night. If he is bumped into by a patrolling soldier, even he will be cleared.

But he had no choice, there was no time during the day, he could only choose this time.

The place he was going to was the church.

Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris.

In the storm of the French Revolution, he executed many people, and too many people died at his hands, including his beloved king and princess.

He didn't want that, and he had to.

Because it was the torrent of the times, he alone could not stop it.

All he could do was keep praying, keep wishing.

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands......

For the sake of requiem.

For the sake of tranquility.

For those souls to be able to rest.

However, this is not enough at all.

This kind of thing doesn't make up for their sighs at all.

Therefore, he will atone for his sins.

In this land of France, take her—

Ah, what the hell have I done!

He wanted to atone for his sins, but he bore more sins.

The executioner, who had almost lost the function of speech, burst into tears.

In the midst of tears, the beloved Princess, the beautiful flower of Versailles, Marie Antoneutat was still smiling, tolerant, holy smile.

"The death penalty is the highest reckoning and punishment for the sins of sinners, and your sins have been atoned for. But if there is a next time, I hope you can fight for France, for the world! ”

Yes, Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Sansong, who had begun to disappear, responded silently in his heart.

For France, for the world, and equally for you.

When the spirit child that made up the body of the servant dissipated, Mozart walked into Mary's field of vision.

"Congratulations, Maria, that you have overcome your own death and your fate."

"It's not that remarkable." Mary playfully stuck out her tongue, "His injuries haven't healed yet, otherwise I wouldn't have beaten him so easily." ”

"His injury is also the result of your previous achievements, so hold your head high and accept the victory."

In the battle of Montluçon, Sanson destroyed the small half of his body. Such a serious injury, even the servant can't recover quickly. Although the mad Caster fills the lost body with summons, his combat effectiveness is inevitably affected.

The rematch between the two can be said to be the most suspenseless battle.

"Hmm!" Mary smiled and nodded, then shook her head again, "It's too early to say victory, the battle is far from over. ”

"Then go on, and bring victory to the songs and accompaniment of our comrades who are still fighting—hmm!"

Halfway through speaking, Mozart, who had been complacent, suddenly bent down in pain and covered his ears.

"What's wrong, Amadeus?"

Mary hurriedly asked, but in the next second, she also covered her ears, and her face turned pale.

"This voice is—Yi, Elizabeth?"

Mozart gritted his teeth: "Noise, damn noise, this is a blasphemy of music!" The hateful dragon maiden said that she was forbidden to use the Noble Phantasm on the battlefield. That Noble Phantasm will suffer along with the allies! ”

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