Just as a bad singer is elected to sing.

It was as if those who had no talent were pointed out to perform.

Many people have had the experience of being chased to the shelves and have had to prepare for it in a hurry.

When the 'must-have' part comes, there will still be some kind of expectation in the heart - not the expectation of a successful completion, but the expectation that there will be fewer bystanders as possible.

After all, the word 'haste' itself carries a kind of "mutilated" connotation, like a hastily made knight system, a hastily made trans-am system or something, it is difficult for the parties to get enough peace of mind.

Now that you are ready to lose face, the fewer bystanders the better.

Of course, even professionals are full of praise for a certain demon's ability to rely on foreign objects to speed up his skills.

He could have had more confidence in himself, and a certain dragon manager and Sakaz girl comforted and encouraged him as well, and the professional Ma Niang showed visible anticipation for the official performance.

But none of them understood why Omer really didn't want too many people.

"Did you find anything? Miss Witch. ”

"Not yet, are you sure that guy is coming today?"

"Sure, especially if you promise to help."

"It's easy to make the lotus root go off."

"What is a lotus root (rizoma de loto)?"

"Guess with your good guess?"

“… Leave the projectile to the object you care more about, Ms. Belstad. ”

"Humph!"

“hey！ Who is Trainer Omer talking to? ”

"It's a secret, Miss Helios."

"Secret, then I won't ask~!"

"Thank you for your understanding."

Standing at the end of the passage of the sanctuary, looking at the Datuo Sun God who was checking and adjusting the values, and then looking back at the peaceful steppe river in the distance, Omer naturally understood that Behemoth was sleeping soundly at this moment.

Not far away, Miss Mudstone had already crossed the junction.

She stood on the edge of the riverside prairie before putting on that heavy armor, grabbing a handful of dirt with her soft hands and closing her eyes.

The otherworldly successor of Behemoth is confirming the status of another of his kind.

With that strong connection to the earth.

“… Friends are calm and in good shape, guys. ”

It didn't take long for her report to reach the ears of every participant via a headset.

This way of speaking is somewhat similar to that of the café, especially the 'friend' in the café's mouth is a ghost, and the friend in her mouth is earth and stone.

In the eyes of those who don't know the truth, their occasional opening of their mouths is like some kind of terrifying 'self-talk', but this communication channel is full of insiders.

"Roger."

"Understood."

"Okay."

Similar responses followed, but nothing more.

The planned time had not yet arrived, and the occasional inquiries were directed to the sun god who was testing the device, and Omer just stood aside, looking around nonchalantly and aimlessly.

Even the rows of chairs in the distance filled with people he knew were not worth his gaze.

Yes, several rows of chairs, and even adding.

It was clearly expected that the audience would only be Behemoth, and this would be a show dedicated to the beast of the earth, which should always wake him up, whether good or bad, but the temper of the other party was also good or bad.

But right now, there are not only speeders, bourbons, tea houses, and new strips sitting below, but even croissants, Texas, Noh Angels, and even Lapland and watching the group chat records two days ago. Mostima who was defaulted to by him in the City of Heaven's Gate.

This also made Omer's expression extremely wonderful at that time.

Thankfully, the boss didn't come? The Mr. Emperor in the information is also a Beidou-like figure in the music field of the other world, and he is ugly......

At that time, Omer was still thinking like this, and then within a few seconds, he saw Miss Angel smile and sunshine.

Then he took out a display board with the image of the emperor, like the one that picked up people at the airport.

It also reads: As an employee of Penguin Logistics, you have to support me, boy! - The Great Emperor.

Don't you feel like the society is dead? Miss Remuel.

Or is it better for me to die than to be happy with yourself?

Miss Remiue, do you want to leave your sister alone?

Alas... Why is Miss Remiuen also there, and has she betrayed too?

Omer sighed, his hands shook, his heart ached.

What to say?

Should I feel that Penguin Logistics' intelligence is first-class, or should I ask Miss Mudrock if she leaked her mouth in her own company? Otherwise, why would there be Director Nian, Miss Montbelan, and four deep-sea hunters next to that row of penguin logistics groups?

He could already see the impatience on the face of the Mr. Urbian, and he had to put on a smile when he looked at it—

Not at all!

As Xie had already said at the beginning, Omer was tempted to say: If you don't like this kind of occasion, you can leave directly, and it is better to leave with another burning Lady Greetia.

Of course, it would be better to have the anticipatory Miss Ghost Shark in her eyes.

Miss Scati, who was staring at her and made him a little uncomfortable, please take her with you.

It's a pity that he can't say, after all, he is not such a direct person, and he can understand that the other party's party is probably similar to the motives of Lapland and Miss Montbelland.

It's all out of some kind of favor that I feel that I haven't paid off, and I plan to probe the wind.

The one who really came to listen to the fun should obviously be the commander of the Gray Crow, with a nun Miss suspected to be named Bianca on the left, and a Miss Qishi of the 'Mechanical Sage' mentioned in the information of the Divine Blessing Sound Class sitting on the right, and there are two familiar faces on the side, as well as a core attack position of the Gray Crow that has been heard for a long time but has only been seen today.

Liv, Lucia, and... It doesn't look like the style of painting, but in terms of atmosphere, it seems to be a group of Dongyan-style women in ancient costumes.

When Omer looked at her, he noticed her gaze and looked back, and he bowed his head slightly, and the green tassels on the hairpin were also swaying slightly.

It doesn't look like the Grey Crows are in the same style.

But it doesn't matter.

In fact, there are far more people I don't know than I think.

In addition to having something to do with him, there are many more who are attracted by Miss Sun God, and many of them are local priests seen in the God's Blessing Sound Class.

There was also a horse racing lady he recognized at a glance: Miss Mejiro Zenshin, who was mixed in, and from time to time shouted and waved at Miss Helios, along with the others, causing the latter to make the same gesture and shout in response.

Almost.

When so many listeners from different forces gathered, it was enough for him to dispel the idea of analyzing how the news leaked.

- Isn't it obvious that it's all a sieve!

He just put it on the spot, no longer paying attention to who was on the stage.

No distractions.

Although it was also necessary to analyze how many of those people were decent and how many were not combative, it was worth his special attention, but when he received the venue arrangement from the knight.

He felt that he should not do such a thing.

Two hundred and twenty-one angels, including twelve archangels, seven seraphims, thirty-two wise angels, and many more angels that do not belong to the regular angelic hierarchy (e.g., artificial angels, otherworldly visitors such as Sakota).

This axeman, oh no, the lineup of guards.

It's old and luxurious.

is directly running for the level that even if Behemoth goes crazy here, he can suppress it on the spot and lead the audience to run away.

Such a stirring of teachers also made Omer suspicious of the upper echelons of the God-blessed music class.

Isn't it a bit too free to allocate so much combat power for this kind of entertainment preparation and planning?

Either way, it's a good thing!

Although at the beginning, he also blessed the gods that the combat power of the base camp of the sound class was sufficient, and even if it would cause chaos, it could be quickly suppressed, so he deliberately set up a set for the monitors who were likely to be there.

And willing to let the speedy children come.

But it's a surprise that it's so sufficient.

Then you just have to wait, right?

He looked back at the DJ station on the side, and in addition to his seat, Miss Datuo Sun God was sitting in the seat on the other side, putting on her monitor headphones, and listening to the reverb for the audition.

"Stand Up X", this is another special effects song, but it is not so easy to identify the source under the pure sound.

Ultraman Severn's execution song, with its dynamic rhythm and dense drum beats, is clear enough to be among the tracks of the audition.

After that, there will be another ...... with lyrics Ugh, "う末ぴょい伝説".

It's a little too persistent...... Omer was a little speechless about the legend of horse dancing that she had piggybacked on this 'Boundary Gate Classic' track every time she auditioned a few days ago and now.

"Perfect!

Totally OK! Almost! Ormo Trainers! ”

Probably drawing enough energy from the classic repertoire, the girl who opened her eyes suddenly showed her out-of-the-box nature, and the concentration and quietness of the talent seemed to be an illusion.

"Okay, I'll look at it next, and say whatever you want to say before we officially start."

At this point, since there are so many listeners, Omer can only accept this DJ style that is not in the plan, belongs to the song hall and dance hall, and let her set an example or something.

"Good!

”

The sun-like girl said yes, and such a bright smile couldn't help but make Omer a little worried.

"In addition to your fans, there are some other listeners who may be new to this kind of scene, so be a little more careful." He couldn't help but add.

For example, the impatient Mr. Urbian, although he would not fly to anchor when he heard the hot girl of the sun god, but it would be a trouble if his blood pressure was too high and he fell.

Omo thought.

"I know! It's all friends and relatives of the Omer trainers! ”

“…… I don't think so, it's somewhat arbitrary. ”

"Hi Hi! Trainers don't have to be so restrained! When you sit on the DJ chair, you have to put on the momentum of a party coffee~! ”

“…… It's not a matter of constraints at all. ”

"Anyway!" The sun god smiled brightly as he lifted the headset that was amplified to the outside.

“we——i！ Here's the appearance of DJ Sun God and Party Cafe Trainers! ”

"The burning performance is going to impact everyone!"

"So the first call in history, please☆wei!"

I sent it.

Oma thought to himself, briefly entering the demonization.

The immobile exoskeleton face is his perfect defense, and there are no flaws in the management of his expressions.

Invincible how to say, invincible!