A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"Ai Lei, are they still alive?" Li Xiang asked.

"Dead." Ai Lei shook her head, "They look like they are alive, but they are actually just walking dead, and their souls have long since dissipated."

"Then what's the situation with Christina?" Hei Zhen asked.

"It should be a phantom." Li Xiang picked up the C4 bomb, "The servants in Shinjuku are more or less related to phantoms, but I don't know if the phantoms on her are from "The Phantom of the Opera" or ordinary divas." ?”

"Let me come?" Allie grabbed his shoulder, she could see Li Xiang's hesitation, although she also felt uncomfortable.

"Hey, don't make me so useless." Li Xiang patted her hand, hesitation was just a subconscious resistance, and it was a real sin to let the lovely Ai Lei do this kind of thing.

"Da Vinci, it's your turn to play." Li Xiang said, her human anatomy is more suitable now, after all, this is a real human being.

Under the premise of not affecting the coloratura singer, he obeyed Da Vinci's command and finally completed the installation of the bomb.

"The next step is to let her mix into the dolls." Li Xiang put the mask back on and checked again to make sure there would be no flaws.

Came to Kabukicho in Shinjuku again.

Li Xiang and the four watched the coloratura singer walk from the corner of [-]-chome to the KOMA theater.

None of the coloratura singers found anything unusual on the way.

Her control is now in Ellie's hands.

Remote control using domination magic.

She entered the theater, sat at the bottom of the stage, and waited for the start of the opera together with the other two hundred coloratura singers.

According to Arturia Alter, Empress Christina will perform a performance in the morning and in the afternoon.

Li Xiang glanced at the time.

One fifteen in the afternoon.

The curtain on the stage reflected a petite figure under the light.

The singing has already sounded.

Unlike "Think Of Me" in the morning, this one is "The Music of the Night", the ending song of the opera.

At the end of the story, the Phantom of the Opera gave up her obsession with love, watched Christina go away, and finally never appeared again.

When the coloratura singers applauded, the louder sound was like a huge thunder, lighting up the night with a bang.

The ground was shaking.

The theater was instantly filled with flames and dust.

The bomb exploded from the stage, and the shock wave quickly spread around, and the thick walls suddenly peeled off.

In the specialized Shinjuku, the rigidity of the building is beyond imagination, but it is impossible for coloratura singers to withstand such a big explosion.

The strong smell of gunpowder filled every inch of the air.

At this time, should we say that explosion is art?

Li Xiang removed the temporary magic barrier, and the bursting wall dust was completely blocked before. Although there are still aftermath, it doesn't matter anymore.

As it got closer, the scene of the tragic crack became clear.

The stage was originally full of seats, but now it has been completely destroyed.

In the continuous flames, there were coloratura singers here and there, most of them were incomplete, and a few were slightly injured. Hei Zhen went up to make up the sword.

Artoria Alter put on black armor, stood at the front, and looked at the two people who appeared.

One is Christina, and the other is a gentleman-like young man wearing a skull mask and a windbreaker, the Phantom of the Opera.

"Ah... ah, woohoo, woohoo, woohoo! Chaldea! Master of Chaldea!" Christina yelled frantically, "To save me, give me your life."

Li Xiang didn't speak, and before he could even make a move, Arturia Alter had already swept across with his sword.

At the same time, Hei Zhen grabbed her flagpole and rushed forward with flames in her eyes.

"Master, how does it feel to see the two beauties angry for you?" Ai Lei asked softly.

"Ah?" Li Xiang was speechless for a moment.

"But it doesn't matter, because I'm also very angry." Ai Lei held the wide spear, "Hmph, wanting the Master's life is simply whimsical, where is it her turn?"

Chapter 250 Five Love Songs From Hell

The golden spear resounded in the air with the sound of waves beating against the seaside stones. Behind the red-black holy sword, it descended in a cold and ruthless manner.

Above the head of the Phantom of the Opera, countless gun shadows appeared out of thin air.

He took off his white gloves without haste.

The skin on the surface began to swell, and the red-golden luster spread from the bones, forming claws as thin and sharp as a large knife.

Clank.

The black holy sword was blocked by his claws, and a series of sparks burst out.

The Phantom of the Opera is like a bird flying.

The airtight claws intertwined a protective net above him.