Magic: Reincarnate from high-voltage electricity at the start, level up independently.

As Zoga finished speaking, hundreds of millions of people in the music world were stunned into silence.

No one understood what was hidden in his casual "Dinner's ready."

At that very moment, a cold, dry voice slowly drifted out from the depths of the dark void rift.

"Is it finally ready? I'm so hungry."

As the sound subsided, a figure stepped out from the void rift.

The newcomer was also at the peak of the SS level, with six pure white wings spread out on his back. He wore a plain white robe covered with flowing golden divine patterns, like a god descending to earth.

His features bore a striking resemblance to Zoga's. The moment his feet touched the ground, he walked straight to Zoga's side, looking down at the dense crowd below.

The stadium instantly erupted in hushed whispers.

"Another divine messenger has descended?"

"Could it be that Alice won the championship, and the gods specially sent someone to take her to the divine realm?"

Countless people looked up at the dark crack in the sky and whispered their guesses.

"Could the real realm of gods be on the other side of the rift?"

"Do the gods live inside?"

Among the crowd, a few meticulous mermaids stared at the strange phenomenon in the sky, a strong sense of unease rising in their hearts.

Not right.

Everything was wrong from beginning to end.

Zoga's appearance, the sounding of his horn, and the utterance of those eerie words—every move he made exuded the chilling aura of a villain.

Anyone with eyes can see that nothing good is coming.

But everyone only dared to speculate in their hearts, and no one dared to voice their doubts in public. Everyone was afraid of being targeted by the divine messenger in the sky and losing their lives in vain.

On the competition stage, Chu Ge stopped playing.

She looked up at the void rift above her head and carefully examined the two six-winged angels standing side by side in mid-air.

Offstage, William endured excruciating pain as he struggled to his feet.

He pressed his hand firmly against his chest, which was throbbing with pain, and bright red blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The match he had just lost, and the fragments of the laws of music that Chu Ge had taken from him, were all forgotten at this moment.

Looking at the two angels with their imposing auras high in the sky, a strong sense of crisis gripped his mind.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn to the sky, he quietly withdrew from the competition venue under the cover of the crowd.

On the rooftop of the palace, Vesa stood alone, gazing up at the scenes unfolding in the sky, his heart sinking.

This is a very bad situation.

Others might not understand the meaning of "dinner is served," but he understood it perfectly.

Earlier, Zoga had specifically asked him for blood offerings, and he had personally witnessed this divine messenger eating mermaids alive.

Having spent so much time together, he had long noticed that Zoga was behaving strangely in every way.

Ancient texts describe divine messengers as kind, benevolent, and compassionate towards all living beings, but Zoga shows no kindness whatsoever; instead, he reveals an ambition to destroy the entire music world.

He had never dared to be certain before, only daring to speculate in secret. But now, with the whole truth laid bare before him, he could no longer deceive himself.

Court intrigues, tournament champions, the rise and fall of families—all these things suddenly become worthless.

Only one thought remained in his mind—to survive.

Amidst the crowd in the stadium, Aigu's eyes were fixed on the two angelic figures in the sky.

Listening to the various speculations around him, his brows furrowed deeply.

He sensed an undisguised emotion in Zoga.

That was a chilling killing intent.

Intense to the extreme, it steadily enveloped the entire world, targeting every living being in the musical world.

Arya and Clara, standing beside him, were tense and felt inexplicably uneasy.

Clara leaned close to Arya's ear and whispered something.

"It's strange. Their aura was peaceful and holy, and they were also very good-looking, but I felt cold all over, as if I were in a horror movie."

Arya nodded blankly, then shook her head slightly, her voice tinged with timidity.

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but I have a feeling that something terrible is about to happen."

A little creature was perched on each of Arya's shoulders.

The amber, now in the form of a kitten, has completely shed its former lazy and docile nature.

It stared intently at the two figures in the sky, its instinctive crisis warning pounding wildly, clearly indicating that a catastrophic disaster was about to befall it.

On the other shoulder, the black eagle, transformed into a jet-black raven, stood silently.

A pair of scarlet eyes were fixed on the depths of the void rift, their gaze never wavering.

It was a peak SS-rank demonic beast, with perception far surpassing that of Amber. It clearly sensed that a vast number of creatures were approaching from the depths of the crack.

The number is countless, including many top-tier powerhouses on par with Zoga.

At that moment, Black Hawk suddenly remembered something his old master, Nicholas, had said in casual conversation:

The celestial being of the music world is no benevolent being; sooner or later, he will reveal his true colors and destroy this place.

It dared not delay for even a moment and immediately sent a telepathic message to the amber.

"I'll go back to the underground palace first and tell the others what's going on here so they can prepare."

"If war breaks out here later, do everything in your power to protect everyone around your master."

"receive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black eagle flapped its wings and soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of black light as it sped towards the distant underground palace.

The moment its figure completely disappeared, the sound of uniform footsteps echoed from the depths of the void rift.

The heavy footsteps echoed across the vast expanse of space, reverberating throughout the entire musical world.

Each thud struck the ground hard against everyone's hearts, bringing endless palpitations and oppression.

A moment later, a massive legion of four-winged angels marched out of the crack.

The Legion Angels vary in strength, with the weakest member possessing early-stage A-rank combat power.

The legion leader was an early-stage SS-rank angel. He quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee before Zoga and Zomo, and showed utmost respect.

"Elder Zoga, Elder Zomo, and Mihe, commander of the Fourth Legion of Angels, have been ordered to arrive at the battlefield."

"Stand up." Zoga's tone was flat and emotionless. He then asked, "Where are the Sixth Elder, Seventh Elder, Eighth Elder, and their group?"

Mika bowed in response, his posture humble.

"The elders are still resting in the rear and will arrive here in a short while."

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures stepped out of the crack.

The newcomers were two women and one man, all of whom revealed their true forms as six-winged angels, and their overall strength was far superior to that of Zoga and Zomo.

Among them, the Sixth Elder, Miya, possessed the strongest aura, her overwhelming power almost reaching the Quasi-Emperor realm, shaking the entire world.

Miya walked slowly to Zoga, her golden eyes sharp and intimidating, and got straight to the point.

"Has all the faith power needed by Lord Tianlai been collected?"

"Reporting to the Sixth Elder, all have been collected without omission."

Miya nodded slightly, her indifferent gaze sweeping over the hundreds of millions of mermaids below, and spoke in a deep voice.

Who rules this world?

Deep within the palace, Vesa, who had just found a secluded spot to hide, froze instantly upon hearing this question.

He was filled with fear, but dared not conceal his whereabouts. He could only steel himself and show himself, raising his head to answer respectfully.

"Replying to the Divine Envoy, it is I."

Now that the Fish King is in seclusion and Dorim is under his house arrest, he is the nominal supreme ruler of the music world.

Miya's eyes were icy, and her tone was devoid of any warmth.

"Since it's you, you can die now."

With a casual grab, she unleashed a tremendous force that instantly swept across the sky for thousands of meters.

Vesa was thrown into the air uncontrollably and landed in Miya's palm in an instant.

"Divine messenger...I..."

With his neck gripped tightly, Vesa couldn't utter a complete sentence, and his face quickly turned bright red.

Miya was too lazy to listen to his explanation and suddenly exerted force with her right hand.

boom!

A muffled explosion resounded through the sky.

Vesa's body was crushed on the spot by the immense force, his flesh and bones completely shattered, leaving not even a trace behind.

The blood mist drifted and quickly condensed into a crystal-clear, round, blood-red bead, which slowly floated toward Miya's lips.

Miya opened her mouth and swallowed the blood droplet, closed her eyes to feel it for a moment, and then her brows furrowed slightly.

A clear hint of disdain surfaced in his eyes.

too weak.

The ruler of a powerful world has a cultivation level of only A-grade.

For a powerhouse of her caliber, this amount of essence and blood would have absolutely no nourishing effect.

What made her even more uncomfortable was that the semen had a strong fishy smell, which was pungent and nauseating.

The courtiers and guards in the palace witnessed this bloody scene and were completely stunned.

The next second, terrified screams echoed throughout the palace.

"Murder! The divine messenger actually committed murder!"

"Lord Vessa has been killed!"

This scene was simultaneously broadcast throughout the entire music world, and millions of mermaids witnessed it.

Panic swept across the area instantly.

Some people screamed wildly, some scattered and fled, and some collapsed to the ground and wept uncontrollably.

Countless devout believers have lost their faith and are unable to accept the reality before them.

"How could the divine messenger indiscriminately kill innocent people?"

"The gods have always protected us; this is all a lie! I refuse to believe it!"

A mermaid who had worshipped the god of music for many years looked up and stared intently at the sky, wanting an answer.

"My God, tell me, it's not like that—"

But before he could finish speaking, a silver spear suddenly pierced through the air and instantly pierced his skull.

His body shattered on the spot, turning into a tiny droplet of blood that floated in mid-air.

High above, Legion Commander Mih coldly surveyed the scene below, his eyes devoid of any pity.

He raised his hand and clenched it, and the blood droplet instantly fell into his palm.

Staring at the faint trace of blood essence, he uttered two words softly.

"madness."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swallowed the blood droplet.

Soon, the same look of disgust as Miya appeared on his face.

With low cultivation level and foul-smelling blood, he is utterly useless.

Mihe withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the fully equipped angel legion behind him, his eyes suddenly sharpening as he gave a loud order.

"All of you, follow me into battle and slaughter!"

"kill!!"

The deafening sounds of battle echoed through the sky.

Thousands of four-winged angels set out, scattering and rushing towards various cities and villages in the world of music.

The Sound City Sports Plaza, with its highest foot traffic, was instantly targeted by dozens of high-ranking angels.

They swooped down, their killing intent palpable.

"Run! Everyone, run!"

Someone roared, and the millions of people in the square instantly descended into chaos, scattering and fleeing in all directions like a tidal wave.

An angel at the early stage of A-rank swept through the chaotic crowd, his gaze quickly scanning the entire arena before finally settling on the competition stage.

There sat a solitary white-haired girl, her quietness out of place.

With a shield in one hand and a blade in the other, the angel charged straight toward the arena without further hesitation.

Elder Miya secured the first kill, while Captain Mihe secured the second.

He must get the third kill.

The killing intent was overwhelming, but Chu Ge didn't even bother to get up; he simply pressed a piano key lightly with his fingertips.

thump.

boom!

Before the A-level angel could even see his opponent's movements, his body exploded and vanished without a trace.

Chu Ge muttered to himself, "This god of music is really no good. The competition just ended and he's already in a hurry to kill people."

"...I haven't even received my reward yet."

Just as they finished off the angel, three figures immediately surrounded the arena.

All three angels were at the peak of A-level combat power, exuding a fierce aura.

"Be careful! This person is extremely powerful and is no ordinary opponent!"

One of the angels solemnly reminded his companion.

To be able to so easily and instantly kill an early-stage A-rank opponent, the opponent's strength must be on par with theirs.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a pure white, six-winged figure suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

Zoga spoke indifferently, stopping the three who were about to make a move.

"You may all step back. I will deal with this man personally."

"I will obey the orders of the Ten Elders!"

The three angels immediately halted their attack, bowed in acceptance of the order, and turned to rush towards the fleeing crowd in the square, continuing their slaughter.

Zoga lowered his eyes and stared at Chu Ge, who was sitting upright in front of the zither, his tone cold and indifferent.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been reprimanded by Lord Tianlai last time."

He recalled his previous encounter with Chu Ge, during which he nearly fell into Chu Ge's hands by a twist of fate, and the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.

"Now that the competition is over, you are no longer of any use to me."

"I can face death now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden divine light around Zoga surged wildly, and a terrifying suppressive force descended directly upon Chu Ge.

……

The vast sports arena was filled with the sounds of slaughter, screams, cries, and the whooshing of air.

The entire royal guard of the Mermaid Palace was mobilized, rushing to the squares and streets to desperately stop the rampaging angels.

However, the difference in combat strength between the two sides was too great.

Only a few A-level and S-level Imperial Guards were able to barely withstand the attack, while the rest of the low-ranking guards became cannon fodder and were killed instantly in the battle.

In a short time, the square was filled with blood and corpses.

A wounded A-rank Imperial Guard roared at the S-rank captain fighting in front of him.

"Captain! The enemy is too strong! If we keep fighting like this, we'll all be dead!"

The S-class captain swung his sword and severed the wing of an A-class angel, shouting fiercely.

"Even if it means death, we will defend it to the death!"

"These guys are nothing special except for having wings!"

He shouted encouragement to boost morale, but he was acutely aware of the harsh reality.

The Angel Legion has over a thousand members, most of whom are at least S-level in cultivation, while only a few possess A-level combat power.

Even more fatal is that, in battles between people of the same level, the angels' physical bodies, magic, and explosive power all far surpass those of these merfolk superhumans.

They were not even in the same league.

After a brief standoff, the S-rank captain was entangled by an angel of the same rank.

The opponent's wings were enveloped in divine light, and countless light blades shot out one after another, easily tearing through his armor and leaving deep wounds that revealed the bone.

He could only defend passively, retreating step by step, and was completely suppressed throughout the entire process.

Meanwhile, Aigu, along with Arya and Clara, took advantage of the chaos to rush out of the square and hide in a secluded, deserted alley.

Arya looked worried and asked in a low voice.

"Father, will something happen to Sister Alice?"

Aigu suppressed the heaviness in her heart and gently comforted her daughter.

"Don't worry, your sister Alice is extremely strong and won't be defeated easily."

He said that, but he had no confidence at all.

This time, it wasn't ordinary demonic beasts or extraordinary beings who made the move, but rather the high and mighty divine messengers from the divine realm.

Five SS-level peak powerhouses were stationed there, and an endless stream of angel legions entered to slaughter.

He couldn't believe that anyone could withstand such a terrifying attack.

What worried him even more was that the void rift above his head had not closed.

No one knows how many powerful figures and legions are waiting to enter from behind the rift.

Having just comforted his daughter, a chilling sense of crisis suddenly enveloped him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Aigu turned his head sharply and unleashed a sharp wind slash.

Swish!

A cyan wind blade shot out and instantly cleaved an A-rank angel who had launched a sneak attack in two.

After dealing with the attackers, Aigu showed no signs of relief; his expression grew even more serious.

He turned to the two girls and spoke in a deep voice.

"It's not safe here anymore, let's move to another location immediately."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold sound suddenly exploded in the alley.

"None of you are leaving."

An early-stage S-rank angel suddenly descended into the middle of the alley, blocking everyone's path.

He witnessed his fellow angels being injured and falling one after another, and his eyes burned with immense rage.

"That lowly and filthy mermaid race dares to harm a holy angel! Their sins are unforgivable!"

He raised his hand and conjured a silver spear, which, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, pierced straight into Aigu's heart.

Aigu, also an early-stage S-rank powerhouse, was not afraid of his opponent's attack at all. He raised his hand and unleashed a whirlwind to withstand the attack head-on.

After completing the defensive maneuver, he immediately shouted at the amber on Arya's shoulder.

"Amber! Take them away immediately! Hide inside the palace!"

The City of Sound is the core battlefield of the entire war, where powerful angels gather and five top-level divine envoys guard it.

If we stay here, none of us will escape death.

Back in the underground palace, Aigu fought against three A-level peak poisonous insects single-handedly, proving that he was no weaker than others in battles against people of the same level.

Now that he is only fighting against one angel of the same rank, he is naturally able to stabilize the situation.

But he knew that this advantage wouldn't last long.

The commotion from the fighting in the alley will soon attract more angels to surround it.

At that point, he'll be too busy taking care of himself to protect Arya and Clara.

The music world is now engulfed in war, with slaughter everywhere.

The only safe place to go is the palace left behind by Nicholas.

The area is protected by a top-tier spatial barrier, which even five top angels working together cannot break through.

"clear!"

Amber responded immediately.

The next instant, the small cat-like body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a majestic giant tiger with overwhelming power.

"Come up."

Amber crouched down and growled at the two girls.

Arya knew that staying would only be a burden to her father, so without hesitation, she climbed onto the tiger's back and pulled Clara up with her.

She shouted at Aigu.

"Father! You must take care of yourself!"

Before Aigu could respond, the angel who had been forced back by the gale suddenly changed his attack, his eyes fierce.

"The father-daughter bond is truly touching."

"But if they want to run away, did they ask for my opinion?"

He abandoned his fight with Aigu and charged straight at the two girls on the tiger's back, his spear sharp and menacing.

If that shot had hit, both girls would have died instantly.

Seeing the spear hurtling through the air, Arya and Clara instinctively closed their eyes, their hearts filled with despair.

Just as the spear tip was about to touch the two, a figure swept past like the wind and steadily blocked their path.

Aigu reached out and gripped the sharp gun barrel tightly, his palm cut by the blade and bleeding.

He raised his eyes and stared intently at the angel opposite him, his voice cold and hoarse.

"roll."

With a furious roar, he unleashed a torrent of magical power from his palm and slammed it out.

The immense force instantly blasted the S-class angel away.

The crisis is temporarily over.

Arya and Clara clung tightly to Amber's fur, still shaken.

"Hold on tight, I'm going full speed ahead."

Amber spoke calmly, and after confirming that the two were seated securely, her figure transformed into a streak of yellow lightning, instantly rushing out of the alley and disappearing at the end of the road.

Even after watching the two escape safely, Aigu still felt a heavy weight in his heart.

With pursuers lurking in the road ahead, whether they can successfully reach the underground palace remains to be seen.

He could only pray silently in his heart for his daughter's safety.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, two figures suddenly appeared at the alley's exit, blocking his retreat.

The angel who had just been blasted away slowly returned, and the three of them formed a triangle, completely trapping Aigu in the alley.

An intense killing intent locked onto his body.

Trapped in a desperate situation, Aigu remained silent, slowly retreating until his back pressed against the cold wall.

He secretly gathered all his magical power, focusing his mind on guard against any sneak attack.

The angel who had fought him first looked down at him, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Stop struggling in vain, just accept your death. I can leave you with a whole corpse and send your daughter down to join you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three angels simultaneously unleashed their divine power, launching a coordinated attack to kill Aigu in one fell swoop.

……

Deep in the mountains and forests outside the city, two angelic figures were relentlessly pursuing a young man.

William ran wildly, constantly looking back.

He was being pursued by two peak S-class angels, a man and a woman, who moved with incredible speed and remained close behind him.

The female angel held a longbow with ice patterns in her hand, exuding a chilling aura.

At that very moment, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out.

Swish!

A crystalline ice arrow, carrying a chilling aura, shot straight at William's head.

An overwhelming sense of danger washed over him, and William abruptly dove into the roadside bushes, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

The ice arrow missed its target and slammed into a giant tree a hundred meters in front of it.

The entire tree was instantly covered in ice, its branches, leaves, and trunk all frozen solid.

The female angel chuckled softly, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Oh dear... I didn't expect you to dodge it."

The male angel standing to the side casually echoed, his face full of disdain.

"Senior sister's archery skills are unparalleled. This little fish deserved to die for dodging your attack."

William scrambled out of the bushes, listening to the two men's sarcastic remarks, his eyes growing colder.

He spoke in a deep voice, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"If I hadn't been seriously injured in the finals and my magic power hadn't been completely depleted, I could have killed the two of you with a flick of my wrist."

Upon hearing this, the male angel's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a long sword appeared out of thin air, pointing directly at William.

"You lowly mermaid, how dare you blaspheme against the holy angel race? You truly have no regard for your own life!"

Instead of making a move immediately, he looked down at the speaker with arrogance.

"My angel race has ancestors who were great emperors. Even though our race has declined, we are still one of the imperial races of the heavens."

"Among the younger generation in the clan, my talent doesn't even rank in the top 100, and I'm far superior to a vile freak like you."

He scoffed, his tone extremely arrogant.

"You said you're seriously injured and exhausted? Then I'll give you time to heal."

"Is one hour enough? If not, I'll add another hour for you."

"Once your magic power returns to its peak, I will fight you fairly and personally sever your head."

William looked up and stared intently at the other person, his tone wary.

"Are you sure? Don't wait until I've healed before you launch another sneak attack."

The male angel sneered, completely unconcerned.

"I see through your tricks perfectly well, no need for any provocation."

Immediately afterwards, with a solemn expression, he swore an oath with his Daoist heart.

"I, Moore, have sworn an oath to my inner demons, granting the merman cultivator before me two hours to heal and recover. When the time is up, we will fight fairly, and I will personally behead him."

"If I break this vow, my cultivation will stagnate in this life, and I will never make any progress."

The female angel standing nearby did not stop them, but watched the scene with great interest.

In her eyes, slaughtering these stinking mermaids would only defile her divine body.

Moore was willing to take the plunge, and she was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Two hours later, the mermaids in the entire music world will be basically wiped out by the legion.

Then she can return to the angelic realm created by the heavenly gods, breathe the fresh air there, and escape from this filthy and foul world.

After making the vow, Moore stood quietly in place, waiting patiently.

William said no more, found a secluded shady spot under a tree, sat with his back against the tree, closed his eyes and focused his mind, trying his best to restore his depleted magic power and damaged body.

……

Deep within the City of Sound, in a dimly lit and narrow alley.

Two figures appeared silently.

One of them is Doria, who has taken off her competition black robe and returned to her normal clothes.

The other person was Amber, who had just been discharged from the city hospital.

Relying on Amber's superior strength, the two concealed their presence and evaded the patrols and searches of the angels in the sky several times, successfully hiding in this deserted alley.

The alley was dimly lit, with almost no sunlight, making it feel oppressive and secluded.

Dorria led the way, with Amber close behind, constantly alert to their surroundings and ready for any sudden danger.

"Found it."

Doria suddenly stopped and looked down at the old manhole cover at her feet.

Without the slightest hesitation, she bent down and lifted the heavy manhole cover.

A damp, foul-smelling fumes gushed out from the wellhead.

Doria was the first to jump down.

After confirming that there was no one outside the alley and no pursuers, Amber followed and jumped into the well.

……

The sewers were pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, making them even more gloomy and oppressive than the alleyways.

Dorya raised her hand and activated her magic, a faint light shining from her palm, illuminating the winding, damp passage ahead.

Amber walked forward, asking questions in confusion.

"Did we come here to seek refuge?"

She was watching the competition live from the hospital, witnessing Chu Ge's victory. No one expected that after the competition ended, instead of a celebration ceremony or awards, what awaited them was an apocalyptic catastrophe: angels invading and the world collapsing.

In the instant the chaos erupted, Doria found her and led her on a journey to this place.

Doria explained in a low voice as she walked quickly.

"We're not seeking refuge; we're going to the palace."

"Angels are everywhere outside. If we show ourselves, we'll be killed instantly."

"This sewer is a secret passage I discovered by chance when I was a child. It leads directly to the basement of the palace. If we go through here, the angels will never expect it."

Amber nodded knowingly, asked no more questions, and silently followed Dorria's footsteps.

The two sped up, rushing through the dark sewers.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived safely in the palace basement and entered a secret passage.

At the end of the passage stood a heavy stone door, separating the inside from the outside.

Amber raised her hand to push open the stone door, but before her fingertips could even touch the door panel, she was stopped by an invisible spatial barrier.

"This is a restriction personally set up by my father to isolate him from outside interference and protect his secluded cultivation place."

Doria explained softly, stepped forward, and gently placed her palm on the barrier.

A faint streak of light flashed by, and the solid spatial barrier instantly melted away.

She raised her hand and gently knocked on the stone door three times, then spoke softly into the room.

"Father, it's Duoduo, I'm coming in."

As soon as she finished speaking, she forcefully pushed open the heavy stone door.

Inside the secret chamber, candlelight suddenly flared up, its dim yellow glow filling the entire stone room and illuminating everything.

The stone chamber was not large, with a large, yellowish-brown futon placed in the center, covered in dust.

On the futon sat a skeleton covered in cobwebs.

His empty, dark eye sockets stared at Doria as she pushed open the door, utterly silent.