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Chapter 1527 No. 144: Chaos

At the same time, in the control room of the Grand Guignol Theater.

"Don't act rashly, musician."

The throwing knife, a sharp and slender throwing weapon, can also serve as a sharp blade itself. It was held between the man's fingers and hung around the neck of the black-haired angel who was trying to pull the lever.

"You're involving irrelevant people, playwright."

The threatened angel remained calm, looking at his colleagues who were looking at them but had no intention of offering help. He was not surprised.

The professional atmosphere of the Gulanginiel Theater is usually divided into two stages: the first is the joyful atmosphere during the closing time, and the second is the collusion during the working period.

But there are also neutral people like Arturo who have not been able to integrate but have their own faction. However, the neutral people will not lend a helping hand either. Everyone is an isolated island to each other and does not worry about the risk of being submerged by the ebb and flow of the tide.

Unless something unexpected like the one happening now happens.

"You blocked my access?"

The lever was pulled down by the black-haired angel stubbornly, but the person in the picture was not immediately offline. The angel's voice was still quite soft when he saw this scene.

The owl-faced man was the same, but there was a hint of madness beneath his calmness.

"Wow, what authority do you think you have, musician?"

"Is it the right to create works? Or is it the right to display works? In such a world, what kind of unrealistic development do you expect?"

Zizizi! !

The result of the friction between the bow and the blade was obvious at first glance, but the sparks that flew one after another pointed to the fact that the weapons were evenly matched.

And amid the sound of the strings pressed by his fingertips, the owl-faced playwright backflipped with amazing agility to create distance, and the flying knife between his fingers appeared and disappeared, only tilting his head when it landed.

"Well, that's it."

As if he had come to some conclusion, his words made Arturo subconsciously turn his head to look at the screen, and he saw that the scene of four women confronting one man just now had turned into a chaotic battlefield with flames and blade lights.

"It seems that I guessed wrong." The playwright said calmly.

"What do you mean?" asked the musician.

Once the notes were played, the filthy emotions would naturally flow into her heart. The musician had long been accustomed to keeping a distance from the playwright and calling him a birdman, but only during working hours would she address him by the title of 'playwright' as before.

Because only during working hours are we all truly professionals.

They are professional, focused, serious, and able to provide profound insights from their own sharp angles, which often have values ​​that she cannot ignore.

"That man probably doesn't like fairy tales, nor does he have the same unbridled lust as that guy."

"I'm too lazy to ask who 'that guy' is, but if you want to include us employees in the drama, shouldn't you also consider federal law and give everyone a relatively respectful development?" Looking at himself and the other faces that appeared on the screen, Arturo picked up the cello again and put on the bow.

There's no point in making trouble with this birdman, and destroying the stage is not what I want, so I might as well be straightforward and use the most sincere piano music to show my apology and sincerity.

"Of course there is. Look, now you are all twisted beasts." As the playwright spoke, the faces on the screen expanded one by one, bursting their original skins and transforming into brand new monsters standing beside the ominous giant that was wreaking havoc. "This is my dismantling of the beast in that man's heart. The part you are responsible for is the mirror, musician."

"Should I thank you for giving me this role?" Arturo raised his eyebrows, and caught the rhythm of the relaxing background music over there while speaking. The music that appeared immediately replaced the AI, but also turned the strange notes like the devil's whisper into thunder like the trembling of the earth.

It seems like flying.

At this moment, all the staff in the control room felt a sudden change in their selves, which were already trembling at work.

The roar echoed in their hearts, driving countless employees who manipulated the 'puppets' even more crazy. They even started to yell and roar, causing the playwright to subconsciously shake his head, causing his feathers to tremble.

"Crazy, crazy, cooing. There is a pigeon, a black pigeon, a hateful pigeon that brings countless sorrows, making the soundproofing devices installed by the theater owner at every position useless."

"But you like to listen to these people's calls the most. The black stream of joy can be easily distinguished from the others."

Arturo, who was able to open his mouth while playing the violin thanks to his high-performance sound capture, closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the gradually slowing rhythm to become faster, and the low melody to turn from a galloping pace to inevitable destruction.

From the destruction, even the playwright seemed to be moved by the piano sound. His whole owl face bent 160 degrees and looked at the screen, muttering "No, it's not enough. It didn't create any signs of fear. The difficulty should be increased."

His attention was still on the beta version of the drama, but this requirement might be too strict. After all, the testers they welcomed were a group of pure monsters.

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As shown above.

The monster body that has always been controlled by human heart may rarely have a chance to truly put into the heart of the beast.

But in this case, there will only be one outcome to this drama. ——One turn of the beast fighting special effects.

Huge feathered serpents, roaring demons, giant lion statues...

Although it seems a bit humorous to let a tiger control a lion-shaped monster, the monster Bulbaind, which had played an active role in the hands of Ghost Snake, Omer, Raccoon, and Monster Master Apeng, is indeed the most suitable monster for the current situation in Raccoon's hands.

Unlike the Joys and Sorrows Monster, which can only control everyone including itself, nor like the Capricious Monster, which has a mechanism (turning three-dimensional objects into two-dimensional planes) and strength (having an electric drill and spikes), it is far from having the satisfaction of venting.

Bulbeind is a mythical lion-shaped behemoth created based on King Jumbo, and its main features are destructive power and two-player control.

Even though a certain mascot is not a monster user, Apong and Omer have both demonstrated that as long as the purity is high, one person can control the upper limit. Now, this raccoon dog, which is releasing all the depression in his heart under the music, is infinitely approaching the realm that the two people once reached, and he does not forget to give his teammate, who is also very crazy at the moment, a joystick he made by himself.

That is enough.

Because whether it is He or Beatrix Shuaiya, the emotions suppressed deep in their hearts are exactly the same.

One is a person who has no past, only the present, and whose life since he can remember has been unconsciously influenced by someone for most of his life. He is also so idle that he has too much time to think about the relationship between himself and that person.

A person should be so busy that he or she shouldn't think about those things, especially during work hours. Even if one's mind wanders for a moment, one must suppress it quickly to avoid affecting work efficiency or harming subordinates and innocent people.

The confusion, depression, and jealousy and unwillingness towards the lack of progress in reality are revealed in a completely destructive desire.

What I want is to vent the depression in my heart!
What we want is the indignation of wide-area bombing!
What we want is the public broadcast of our farewell!

But at that moment when the man who was holding his forehead was so shocked that his mind went blank, there was also a heavyweight named Holhaiya.

Even Omer had never thought that she appeared in the form of a gigantic feathered serpent not to destroy, but to use her astonishing body length of over a hundred meters to tightly bind Nijikalis, who had just merged with her.

Like twisted glue.

And the voice that also came out on the public screen was full of obvious urgency, vague desire, and an incredible sense of unbearable tension.

Yes, it’s too outrageous…

Listening to those words that made people wonder whether they were ambiguous, the Rainbow Serpent God, who had experienced many harassments, did not think that they were ambiguous. He just pulled off the huge ASMR generator with a sweaty look on his face.

This is not difficult for Nijikalis, who already possesses maximum brute strength. Although this may cause injuries to the opponent, the biggest advantage of this monsterization for Omer is that he does not have to worry about whether the opponent will be injured.

You won’t die even if you transform, unless you remember to finish off the enemy.

So Omar, who had been extremely restrained in his previous actions, was able to strike hard on this big monster stage - of course, a major factor was that the direction of the stage had changed.

Not only did the monster associated with Yue Chi's symbol appear, but the musical style also changed. The direction that Sirius, Nishizaki Yutaka and Federico had originally been pursuing took a clear turn.

On the contrary, Shi Huaiya, He and Hol Haiya did not change their direction before and after the music changed. Some of them just got worse, which made him silent.

It can only be said that it was a very complicated unexpected gain, which made him hesitate whether to put it off for later or deal with it immediately. He had to tear off the feathered serpent on his body and throw it away, and he had to add that he would talk about it later.

There is no doubt that if this was the result of Miss Arturo's formal performance, then he really shouldn't have adopted his previous perfunctory attitude towards Sirius.

Moreover, at the moment, the Dark Lugiel driven by Sirius was fighting with the Dark Zagi. Although the latter was just a simulated virtual image and its strength was quite different from the real one, the former was still at a clear disadvantage... Logically speaking, he should help.

But he originally came here to observe the psychological changes symbolized by Yue Chi and to gather intelligence along the way. Direct combat would be putting the cart before the horse.

On the contrary, Sirius's impulsive attack... was not a hindrance, but rather a good stimulus.

Because the simulated virtual image was giving her feedback.

The feedback was even a little intense; the murderous attack and angry words mixed in with the roar were truly an unexpected surprise.

The equally murderous response from Sirius was also the reason why Omar hesitated.

This may be her own battle.

It is the knot in her heart that has not been touched by herself, and it is also the continuation of the unfinished battle.

I can either help her when she is completely at a disadvantage, or just ensure that she survives and lets her fight to the end...

He would have to observe further before deciding which side to choose. However, at the moment, the feathered serpent was entwined around his armor and neck, rubbing against his ears, which was a problem. It was indeed inconvenient for him to provide support immediately.

What is going on... When he tried to think about it, he remembered something.

He did ask two certain people to take action if he lost contact, and no matter why there were three of them now, he was indeed shooting himself in the foot.

Actual karma.

(End of this chapter)