The moon gradually rises over the Portsmouth Royal Navy Shipyard, north of New Inn Port.

Evading the military port where the Phaletis Kingdom's First Fleet is stationed, a slightly desolate small bay welcomes two uninvited guests.

Flap, flap—

"Mr. Strauss, even though it's an urgent task dispatched.

But the Clown can't understand why we should take such a risk to come to the territory of the new Sea Hegemon to rescue such a useless guy? Ha ha ha..."

Speaking is a strangely-looking clown, slowly descending from the sky surrounded by a flock of white doves.

Wearing a white bony clown mask, a red hood with gold trim on his head, a dusty yellow robe underneath, and a pair of red curved-toe shoes.

And like a chatterbox, he rambles on incessantly, occasionally letting out a few piercing laughs.

Next to him is a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit, with grey curly hair and a small mustache, exuding an artistic aura.

Even as a companion for this joint task, traveling together for quite some time.

The middle-aged man referred to as Mr. Strauss still feels genuinely troubled by this daring madman who calls a so-called Evil God "useless."

But to make him shut up quickly and not implicate himself, he can only patiently explain to him:

"The 'God of Opera,' just like the most revered, supreme artistic representative 'God of Music,' will be the best medium for the Lowlands to export [Democratic] ideology...."

Clearly, their purpose here is extremely clear, which is to rescue the "God of Opera" Percy sealed here!

The reason is very simple.

Now, the plan devised by the Evil Gods led by the 'God of Black Wings' is to advance on two routes simultaneously.

First, harvesting the remnants in the 'Broken Star Sea' to build the [Mythical Battleship: Nagilfa] capable of reaching the World Behind the Door, as long as skilled hands are collected, it can be achieved sooner or later.

Second, using the [Democratic system] as the vanguard, allowing the absolute self-serving [Capital Tide] to rule the world.

The latter is not a simple task, not exaggerating to say it's tantamount to being against the existing ruling class of all countries worldwide.

Even though the number of underling Evil Gods is superior when unified, the Demigods in the whole Material World are more numerous, causing the True Gods other than "Sea Monarchy" to also become vigilant could be quite troublesome.

The policy absolutely cannot resort to force or uncontrolled actions!

However, as long as you control newspapers, operas, spoken word artists, music... these current main media forms, it's tantamount to mastering global discourse rights, also monopolizing the interpretation of democracy.

Leveraging the advantage of discourse rights, the "Lowland Republic" can package their democratic ideology as universal values, conducting ideological export globally.

Along with the already scattered [Democracy Fighters] throughout various small countries, it is guaranteed to be twice as effective with half the effort.

Say a lie a thousand times and it becomes truth!

When an individual's daily life facets are inundated with these information, he believes he's independently thinking, but his thoughts have unknowingly been subtly shaped.

In other words.

Whoever holds discourse rights holds the truth, implying the significance to democracy cannot be understated.

Therefore, even if it's under the eyelids of a True God's Beloved territory, the "God of Opera" Percy must be rescued!

And today is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Mr. Clown, why hasn't Miss Britney from your 'Black Pyramid' arrived yet?"

Strauss fished out a delicate gold-pocketed watch from his breast pocket for a glance, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Ha ha, the Clown can't defeat her, hence can't control... huh, here she comes!"

Just as the words fell.

Swoosh—!

A long-haired girl in a red dress descends gently on air currents while holding a lace-trimmed little umbrella beside them.

Next, a grey rabbit doll with buttons for eyes leaps from the girl's shoulder.

"Mr. Strauss, I am not late, am I?"

The girl's voice is melodious, akin to the sweet chirps of a canary.

Upon hearing this voice, Strauss being an outstanding artist immediately granted her his greatest tolerance, smiling, just about to speak.

Suddenly.

Rumble...

The trio suddenly felt the Spiritual World's gradually burgeoning tide, as well as intermittent flute sounds coming from the depths of the Black Sea.

"Quick! Miss Britney, we can't afford any delays!"

Icing on the short pleasantries, as the commander of this operation, the middle-aged man urgently exclaimed.

Their choice of timing was exactly because only by leveraging the mighty Spiritual Tide can they obfuscate, to rescue the "God of Opera" at minimal expense!

Openly intervening with Watt's ascension to disrupt the "God of Music," is merely to attract fire.

If successful, naturally it's wonderful, even if not, it's of little concern.

At most the power equivalent of a Demigod Level won't affect the overall situation.

Strauss promptly took out a blood-red divine statue from his pocket, handing it to Britney, faintly resembling the "God of Opera" projection that managed to escape back then.

The frigid winter night breeze nipped, instantly a strong scent of blood filled their nostrils.

This isn't just a simple red statue.

Just like the blood sacrifice statue from the massacre of a hundred thousand in White Whale Port by Hawkins, this too embodies tens of thousands of human lives.

During the last independence war, while they facilitated the "Lowland Republic" independence, besides establishing the "Golden Palm Federation," it goes without saying that the Evil God's followers were also engaged in outrage-provoking deeds.

Understanding the urgency of the situation, Brittany, fully aware of her task, held the blood-colored idol and began to sing:

"Ah! Scenting the fragrance of blood, I found the sanctuary of repose;

A scene of decay, where ghosts freely sing;

Black rosemary blooms, vines winding and growing;

The soul gazes, believing in the blood-colored moonlight....."

Meanwhile, Strauss snapped his fingers, and golden trombones, violins, pianos... all appeared in mid-air, synchronously accompanying the performance.

[Extraordinary Ability: Orchestra Concerto]

The piece: "Forbidden Song: Confession of the Soul"

As the song echoed over the vast sea surface, the blood-colored idol radiated a glow that pulsed, gradually resonating with the light of the moon overhead.

Also slowly dyeing it blood-red.

The singing continued.

Brittany noticed her voice gradually producing an echo, as if another indistinguishable voice was singing along with her.

"Scenting the fragrance of blood, I found the sanctuary of repose;

The long-haired Vampire Queen pushes open the dusty window;

The shadow of dead branches reflects her face, as pure as a maiden;

Her mournful voice sings with the undead..."

Confronted with this eerie phenomenon that would terrify most, the trio was not frightened but rather delighted.

Because it meant they had established contact with Percy, the God of Opera, who dwelled in the Alternate Sealing Space, using their singing and the Blood Sacrifice Divine Statue as mediums.

Indeed.

A tiny black dot emerged at the center of the blood moon, then rapidly expanded in resonance with the Sacrificial God Statue.

With strong external support now backing them, the effect was vastly different.

Previously, the Box of Dead Souls caused a significant disturbance, even with Princeton and others intentionally holding back, barely managing to rescue a projection.

Now it seemed they might make quick work of freeing the God of Opera.

At this moment.

Not far away in New Inn Port, having just noticed the anomaly of the blood moon, a commotion gradually brewed, yet it seemed unlikely they could intervene before the seal was broken.

As their mission progressed smoothly, the trio's faces naturally showed signs of joy.

With the God of Music aiding their efforts by drawing the Kingdom's high-tier Transcendents away, most gathered there.

They were very hopeful of completing the unsealing and escaping before the Phaletis People could react.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Even from hundreds of kilometers away, the aftereffects of the fierce battle between Tru Ningbra, the God of Music, and Saint Angel Bellenus did not hinder them from completing the song.

Suddenly.

Bloop—!

A sound like a bursting bubble echoed from the depths of their hearts.

The black membrane above the blood moon swelled and burst, revealing a deep black hole.

A figure, clad in a flamboyant theatrical costume, with heavy makeup indistinct of gender, contorted within the cramped space, striving to break free from several golden chains tightly locked across its chest.

Aside from its distinctive attire.

Its appearance was indescribable, resembling both male and female, adult and child, saint and prisoner, angel and demon...

Embodied within it were all traits of an "opera performer."

And unlike the previous illusionary projection, this appearance clearly marked the true form of the God of Opera, representing the essence of a Demigod.

Upon seeing the outside world again, it didn't bother to acknowledge its rescuer, as ostentatious laughter had already spread ahead from the black hole:

"Aha! Aha! I said, I will personally present a curtain call for all the audience in this city! Ahahahah..."

Despite its insidious nature, even without complete freedom, the Evil God was already plotting revenge.

Yet.

At New Inn Port, it had been less than ten years since the last use of the Holy Spear: Durandal, far from reaching full recharge.

Even if it were fully charged, facing this formidable enemy was incomparable to the past.

And the greatest reinforcement, Saint Angel Bellenus, was being desperately held off in the deep sea by the well-prepared God of Music.

Ten years on, seemingly another cycle, the arrival of the Evil God's true form was already inevitable.

Slashing—!

Yet at this instant.

A tall figure in a black military uniform, cloak billowing, stepped forth from the void:

"You clearly are acting without Martial Virtue! "

Strauss's complexion changed drastically:

"Clown, together, stop him!"