The mont the words fell.
The air was so gloomy it seed tangible, the dark night sky suddenly pierced by a spotlight, like the lighting on a concert stage, naturally attracting everyone's attention.
But below that spotlight, it was empty, with no one appearing, causing a kind of loneliness.
And at the sa ti the light was cast, there was also a surge of passionate and stirring music, like the inspiring BGM when a hero appears in a Hollywood blockbuster... And the source of this sound was the most jaw-dropping part—
A group of bizarre demons and humans, laughing and chattering, passed through the street, rushing over from both sides. This peculiar group was carrying speakers from who knows where, loudly playing the rousing and spirited BGM.
So who weren't carrying speakers were holding signs or banners with strange content like "I love Lord Mo" or "Advertising space for rent," and waving flashlights or glow sticks from who knows where, just like the enthusiastic fans at a Celestial King concert, making incomprehensible screams.
The scene was so bizarre that it seed completely out of place.
Let alone Fujisaki Kouta and Kamimura Raishin were stunned, even Yato and Visakha, who were fighting crazily by leaping between tall buildings, instinctively looked over.
"Sorry, sorry, make way, make way..." A loud voice with an echo effect sounded. A figure squeezed through the dense crowd of demons and people with difficulty, and quickly walked under the stage light that had been cast.
"Sorry for being late. Everyone was too enthusiastic. I signed my na many tis along the way, so I didn't make it on ti... I hope everyone can forgive !"
Under the perplexed gazes of everyone, the figure under the spotlight finally revealed its true form. He was dressed in a white suit, a style that was unreasonably lavish and yet retro. On his head was a high-brimd dieval hat, and beneath the hat was a mask that was no longer wooden or coarse, now resembling a smooth green face mask.
He seed like a clown, or one of those cheerful program hosts, deliberately being humorous.
Holding a microphone from who knows where, Gu Mo's voice, full of happiness that everyone could hear, resonated loudly around:
"That's right, as you can see, I am the embodint of beauty and wisdom, heroism and chivalry, Tang Bo—cough cough, no, it's Broken Throat!"
After loudly finishing this sentence, he put down the microphone and waved to the countless "audience" below.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh——"
"So handso, so handso..."
"Good job, just like that!!"
Almost imdiately, a thunderous roar swept around, creating the ambience and atmosphere of a pop star's scene with countless applause and cheers. So people's palms were already red, yet they continued applauding desperately. So demons waved their clumsy tentacles, colliding with each other, making a sound similar to the gurgling of Kayako coming down the stairs.
Fortunately, the scene was so noisy that it didn't have a counter-effect.
"What Broken Throat?!"
Fujisaki Kouta woke from a dream, realizing at the sa ti, feeling both shocked and angry.
He even saw so of his summoned Masked Demons waving tentacles, holding banners or glow sticks, making so kind of senseless cheers, the sound loud and harsh.
Causing those who were still coming to join the event to glare and curse aloud.
Indeed, people or supernatural creatures kept coming from all directions.
The scene was so magical to an extre, making Fujisaki Kouta feel cold hands and feet, instinctively wanting to use his control to rectify the scene, but it was completely aningless... The demons he was supposed to command had nothing to do with him at the mont.
"You just said it, that calling Broken Throat wouldn't bring them help... I disagree! So, I ca!"
Gu Mo smiled as he looked at the old monster below, seriously explaining why he changed his na, while waving to the enthusiastic fans below the stage: "So please call Broken Throat tonight, thank you, thank you all..."
The enthusiastic fans responded in unison. So humans or demons imdiately took out correction pens on the spot, and erased the words "Lord Mo" from the support banners they held, carelessly changed them to "Broken Throat," and then quickly raised them high again.
"Damn it! What a joke!!" Fujisaki Kouta angrily ordered more Masked Demons to kill this pretentious guy!
The demon figures with eyeball masks erged from all sides, full of killing intent, wanting to break this magical and bizarre atmosphere, and bring the scene back to a normal battleground with elents of fighting and bloodshed. However, their figures just rushed onto that stage and were pinned to the ground before they had a chance to approach Gu Mo.
"Everyone, everyone listen to , don't get so excited..."
The elegant and composed figure on the stage held the microphone and smiled awkwardly.
"I understand your passionate feelings, but please control your emotions and don't disrupt the order of the venue. Our carnival night has just begun..."
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