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Next second,

The stag opened its mouth and the low humming sound filled the air again.

At this moment, a rough and crazy voice sounded in the crowd:

"Final countdown 5 seconds!"

Someone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Dr. Clef standing arrogantly at the highest point.

His three eyes, green, blue, and hazel, seemed to absorb all the light that fell on them.

It also allowed everyone to briefly recover from their fear.

Cassini

Kamijou Touma trembled as he adjusted the mask representing 'fear' on his face.

"Perinaldo"

Zhang Chulan's fingers holding the oboe were pale blue.

"Epimetheus"

Saitama stroked the gift in his hand that he was about to give away, wondering what he was thinking.

With every word Dr. Clef shouted, the color drained from everyone's faces.

"Cassir"

“Cairo”

"Omphalos"

"Prepare for the ceremony!"

“Countdown: 5...”

“4···”

“3···”

“2···”

"1!"

The moment 1 was called out, the whole valley suddenly sounded a strong note!

ceremony···

It finally started.

The six people standing in the 60-circle circle each wore a mask representing six different emotions, dressed in gorgeous costumes, and stood in the circle to perform a weird farce.

Several people stood in a 180-degree circle, each holding some strange little gadgets, giving them to each other, while loudly reciting short sentences that the audience could not understand.

As he chanted, he scattered grains in the circle.

A D-class personnel in the 240th circle had his hands and feet tied with wool. After drinking 60ml of olive oil, he began to chant another short sentence.

The others in the circle kept swinging their hammers and hitting a stone hard...

The ceremony, which originally seemed a little inexplicable to the audience, immediately plunged the world into a weird atmosphere once it was performed.

The vivid inmates failed to bring any exciting performances to the audience.

But it made them feel an lingering sense of horror and uneasiness.

Zhang Chulan stood in the circle of 120, and his task was to "play".

They used flute, oboe, clarinet, French horn, timpani and bass drum to play a piece called 'Holst OP32 Fifth Movement'.

It was a piece of music that was unfamiliar to everyone.

There is no coherent melody, the phrases are intermittent, and the dialogues and clapping seem to disrupt the rhythm rather than responding to it.

It's more like noise than music!

however,

It was during this strange and chaotic ceremony that

The stag actually stopped.

effective?

It actually works?

Countless audiences shouted silently in their hearts:

The Almighty Supreme God,

The stag symbolizes law and rules.

I was actually attracted by this weird performance performed by a group of ordinary people?

Zhang Chulan was completely unaware of the shock of the audience.

As one of the players in the ceremony, he stared at the dark grey six-pointed star on the floor, and every time he saw it his stomach dropped.

There is no audience here, or rather, there is only one audience——

stag.

But he had never felt so watched before.

He had never studied the clarinet before, let alone performed on such a 'unique' stage.

however,

As soon as he picked up the clarinet and walked into the circle, the strange score and the ability to play the clarinet appeared in him like muscle memory.

The fear in my heart has been replaced by shock.

His sanity briefly returned.

"If this is the case, perhaps this containment can be successful?"

He thought of it with great anticipation.

But at this moment,

He keenly felt that the D-class personnel playing the oboe next to him missed a beat!

very strange,

It was obviously his first time playing the clarinet, and he knew nothing about the oboe.

But he clearly felt that the other party missed a shot.

It seems that it is not heard.

Instead,

It was as if the world told him that at that moment.

It's normal to make a small mistake occasionally.

Zhang Chulan comforted himself in this way.

but,

Once a person falls into fear, any mistake will become a fuse leading to despair.

then,

That D-class personnel missed the shot again.

He almost lost his composure and missed the next two trills and a gesture.

For a moment, the heartbeats of the audiences throughout the universe seemed to skip a beat!

Someone's heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

then,

Without any call-up.

The number of viewers in Zhang Chulan's mind increased dramatically, and there were 10000 people watching.

And he can guarantee that they are not "human"!

That's why the damn guy missed the fifth clue, and the number of "audience" immediately increased to 100,000.

And the "audience" no longer gave people the same quiet feeling as at the beginning.

they······

Became agitated.

For a time,

The hearts of the audiences throughout the universe almost stopped!

The others apparently noticed as well, and they glanced at the D-class personnel.

This mistake was almost fatal. The atmosphere on the scene plummeted, and the atmosphere in the chat group was extremely depressing.

Everyone realized that the worst might be happening.

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The 100,000 "inhuman" people looked down at Zhang Chulan, and at the same time looked down at countless spectators.

Full of expectations, elusive.

The smell of ammonia in the air became stronger and stronger, and Zhang Chulan felt that it was becoming difficult to breathe.

He even saw the lead hexagram beneath his feet begin to smoke.

Then it was the sixth beat.

He hoped that the D-class had missed it out of curiosity, courage, or a noble scientific desire to see what would happen next.

But his hopes were doomed to fail.

That fellow was weak, stupid, helpless,

He missed it again.

Then He saw him,

He saw everyone.

People also saw Him.

There are already hundreds of millions of “people”:

This impossible face is the collection of endless audiences.

People saw—or imagined—antlers, rings of ice, and balls of shining metal,

Behind that, there is more.

A twisted movement, a reversed melody,

This Being is preparing His response.

He tilted his head again, and the whole world leaned in to meet him.

The timpanist clapped.

The flutist clapped.

The horn player applauded.

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and began to applaud.

Everyone looked at the D-class personnel.

One hundred and fifty meters to the northwest, through the trembling, twisting reality, the stag looked at him, too.

He looked at everyone at the same time.