The Sydney Music Theatre, located on a separate island in Sydney Harbour, is surrounded by the sea and is connected by a steel bridge, with 16 lanes and underwater parking, allowing it to accommodate up to 30,000 spectators at a time.

The difference between a musician and a maestro on that earth depends on whether or not they have performed at the Sydney Grand Theatre. But after the invasion began, this grand theater was completely banned and became an isolated island with no people.

Therefore, when they were airborne, many demigod regiments also bypassed here and landed in the main city. If it weren't for the hackers of the Battle of Longinus, who cut into the city surveillance system of Sydney City and saw Joan of Arc walk in, I really don't know that she would be hiding here.

The first to arrive outside the theater was Team 07, and luckily, the team led by the fire man managed to kill the two lone wolf demons, and there were no casualties.

The twin knives that ignited the fire exuded a fishy smell, and if you want to come here, you are also fighting, survival is strength, and it is also the embodiment of luck.

"It seems like we're here too early?" Shuanggun looked at the time, "The boss said that it would arrive in 30 minutes, and we only passed 5 minutes." ”

"It's not safe to spend too much time around, and it's best to avoid it." Lasso warned.

"The best place to avoid is right there." 07 The group leader looked at the Sydney Grand Theatre not far away.

"Hey, are you serious? The intel shows that Joan of Arc is inside, so let's go in? The team member whispered.

"No matter how big an army is, there must be scouts, and scouts will always go faster and die farther than other soldiers. Unfortunately, we are the fastest, and this kind of work must be accepted. "Team 07 is ready.

The team members looked at each other and shirked? Fear? No, at this point, no one is going to run away from anything. They formed a team and walked towards the huge Sydney Grand Theatre, their fingers holding their weapons constricting rhythmically.

07 The team leader came to this famous theater for the first time, and the all-glass curtain wall at the entrance used to be only stepped in by non-rich and expensive people, but now there is not even a security guard who dares to sell tickets.

The four of them walked inward along the road signs, although there was a lot of fighting outside, but there was not even a trace of dust here, as if separated by a wall, separated by heaven and hell.

The city of Sydney is full of demons with hideous faces, devouring everything in sight, but there are no such monsters in the theater, and from the air you breathe, even the bacteria are much less.

The theater was so big, with thirteen large and small venues, that it would take only twenty minutes to explore it, but Team 07 knew how to move, because Beethoven's "Moonlight" came from the corridor.

The poignancy of the piano performance is inexplicable, just like the realm reached by a famous musician for decades.

Following the sound of emotion, the 07 group walked towards the largest recital hall in the theater, only to see the open hall door showing that the group members, crawling left and right, quickly separated along the wall, hiding behind luxurious tables and chairs.

"Don't be nervous, I don't kill when I play the piano, and I don't play the piano when I kill." Joan of Arc's human fingers tapped the keys, causing the music to reverberate throughout the room.

The leader of the fire boy looked at the stage through the gap in the door panel, Joan of Arc was wearing a simple white dress and no shoes, like the girl next door.

"I learned to play the piano before I became a machine, and the mercenaries at that time would always ask me to do a piece when they came back to the bar after a war. Then I became the Iron Maiden, and after that, I never talked about it again. Because no matter how sophisticated a machine is, it can't simulate the touch of a real fingertip, and I hate the piano, or rather, I hate myself. Joan of Arc was talking to strangers, she wanted to talk, to communicate with real humans.

"You are surrounded, lay down your arms and stop the senseless resistance." Fire Man warned.

"How ridiculous, my life is a weapon, let me put it down, it is to let me die directly, and how can there be senseless resistance to resist? Even if you live one second longer, it makes sense to resist, right? Joan of Arc smiled, "Your time for action hasn't come yet, don't rush to death, listen to me play quietly, and live one more minute, it's all good." ”

Joan of Arc said as 16 floating laser cannons flew out from under her skirt, and that firepower, with just one shot, could beat any of them to scum, let alone so much. The scout didn't detect any more information, and was confined to the recital hall and turned into an audience.

Later, more than 4 teams came to serve as scouts, and finally all of them became Joan of Arc's audience, so that the concert hall that could seat 5,000 spectators was no longer so deserted.

Finally, everyone discovered the strange place. The entire independent island where the Sydney Grand Theatre is located has become a signal to enter, and all electronic signals cannot be connected at this time, unable to call teammates, and even unable to send life-saving signals.

By 30 minutes, more than 1,500 demigod soldiers had gathered, and after communicating with each other, it was determined that as many as 30 people were not killed in battle, nor were they on the way to the signal band, and they were marked as missing here.

Apollo knew, someone was inside, and it had been for a long time. The signal interruption here is clearly Joan of Arc's handiwork, she can easily kill anyone with technology, and naturally cut everyone's throat.

"Listen, everybody, set up 3 lines of defense, block the Sydney Grand Theatre from sight to outside, teams 6 to 20, follow me in, we're going to meet the woman who killed the aerospace carrier fleet." Apollo said and pulled out the NS double sword behind him, and led the team into the theater first.

The sound of the piano died down as Apollo walked into the recital hall, and Joan of Arc, who had been playing for a long time, stood up, wiggling her fingers and stretching a wide waist, the floating laser cannons floating in the air surrounding her like spotlights. Different from what the 07 team leader saw when he first arrived here, at this moment, on the stage, Joan of Arc's side, surrounded by more than 500 floating laser cannons, it was simply a person, a terrifying large-scale attack force.

"You scared them." Apollo left his entourage outside the concert hall, just unable to figure out how they would face an enemy like this.

"Please, it's not hard for me to play the piano to that extent, although I can't talk about entering the room, but it's okay." Joan of Arc Ritoku smiled lightly.

"Your human expression...... It can be confused with the real. Apollo frowned slightly.

"But it's real, I'm human, flesh and blood." Joan of Arc's face turned pale.

"That's it, it's more like you, the real iron-colored, mechanical human body." Apollo continued to provoke.

"Do you know why I'm coming to the Sydney Grand Theatre?" Joan of Arc stepped out of the piano playing position, "Because it's far enough from the city and enough to attract all of you, I don't want to go all over the city to find you, it's too troublesome and boring, it's easier and easier to wait for you to come to me." ”

"I admit that this is a very dangerous operation, if I can, I am willing to mobilize all the orbital satellite guns in space to blast you and the piano into slag, but unfortunately, I can't do it, this is a bayonet hand-to-hand battle, you must see it with your own eyes, killing you with your own hands is the safest option." Apollo's fingers contracted rhythmically, like a serenade on the hilt of a sword.

"It's exactly the same as what I thought, it seems to be much simpler." Joan of Arc's hands slipped out of two short knives that were identical to NS's.