Chapter 162 Daughter of the Sea

Theoretically speaking, all gods have dependents.

The Scarlet Troupe is a descendant of the God of Prophecy and Dreams.

The god favored them very much and gave them many treasures.

However, the gods' followers cannot do whatever they want.

The troupe was infamous. When the truth was exposed, they were rounded up and disappeared like waves in the long river of time.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

The gods that the Scarlet Troupe believed in have all fallen. Thousands of years later, not many people will care about the ending of this group of minor characters.

After all, the last large-scale divine war involved countless races.

As a result, the flourishing dwarf kingdom fell completely.

The inheritance and civilization on this land are almost extinct.

Only the ancient race of witches can know what happened.

After the Scarlet Troupe was destroyed, certain relics were left behind and scattered everywhere.

Among them, [Anchor Pen] and [Curse Sonata] are the most important.

The former is also known as the writer's pen, which can tailor an ending to any life.

For example, Zhu Yuanzhang would establish the Ming Dynasty.

But among the many futures foreseen by Metatron, Zhu Yuanzhang's ascension to the throne is only one possibility.

When Zhu Yuanzhang was growing up, he might also die from disasters, diseases, stray arrows, bandits, ambushes, etc.

Life is full of surprises, especially in troubled times, when anything can happen.

This also means that there may be a greater and wiser emperor than Zhu Yuanzhang.

What's more, Metatron, as a prophet, will naturally intervene if he sees that the future does not meet his expectations.

It is conceivable that once Metatron, as a transcendent, enters the arena, the balance of victory will tilt directly.

This is also what Black Swan said to Metatron, "It's what you do that determines what will happen in the future."

But if you use this pen to write the words "Zhu Yuanzhang will end the troubled times and establish a new dynasty".

This would then amount to skipping the process and anchoring directly to the future.

No matter what kind of accident, it will not interrupt Zhu Yuanzhang's process of establishing the Ming Dynasty.

However, this requires users to have a strong insight into the future.

Because the future he writes must conform to the general trend of history as much as possible.

Pushing a boat with the current consumes far less energy than rowing against the current.

Unless the user possesses extremely powerful power, it is impossible to summon meteorites out of thin air.

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The [Curse Sonata] is a more famous special item than the [Anchor Pen].

It has six chapters in total, each with six distinct melodies.

The melody of the dark movement is the keynote of the stage, which can build a grand stage in the void

The nightmare movement is immersive, has the effect of bewitching and guiding, and creates an immersive hallucination effect.

The silence movement is quiet and soundless, paving the way for tragedy in the silence.

The blood movement is a thriller, using blood to convey invisible emotions and create a dark atmosphere and tone.

The abyss movement is about degradation and sinking, and the people in the play are driven by desire.

The death movement is the ultimate conflict in seemingly calm, the climax of the intertwining of life and death, which can make the characters in the play lose their way in the drastic changes.

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Human beings get excited when they hear impassioned music.

When these six cursed melodies sound together, it can make legendary creatures dance, as if they are being controlled, and make movements they would not normally make.

Moreover, the melody of this ensemble did not sound at the time, but echoed in the invisible fate of the characters in the play.

Just like the characters on TV can't hear the BGM.

But their behavior, their thoughts and actions will fit those BGM.

If this kind of music is played against an ordinary transcendent, that transcendent will instantly come forward and perform actions that match the sound effects.

This is why these movements are called [Curse Sonatas].

When the Damned Sonata was broken up, it was never complete again.

The ancient forces are well aware of the horror of this cursed melody. If it is combined with the [Anchor Pen], it can affect everything unknowingly.

A single movement does not have this terrible ability.

Now they go back to more than 1,800 years ago.

If nothing else goes wrong, they will encounter the Scarlet Troupe in its heyday.

But fortunately, the Scarlet Troupe will not activate these two legendary items casually.

In other words, as low-level transcendent beings, they themselves do not have the power to activate legendary items.

The reason why the Scarlet Troupe can influence the life and death of the legendary dragon clan is because this kind of story ending satisfies the God of Prophecy and Dreams, so they can use the power of these props.

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According to Black Swan, the complete [Curse Sonata] is not in the hands of the troupe leader.

Otherwise, this set of [Curse Sonata] will disappear with the disappearance of the troupe leader.

Today's [Curse Sonata] is in the hands of the "sound effects engineer".

There are thirteen members in this troupe.

They are "troupe leader", "playwright", "announcer", "driver", "props master", "make-up artist", "puppet master", "singer", "lighting engineer", and "sound effects" division".

and the final three "actors."

Most members are at Sequence 9 level.

Some pathways are separate from those held by the God of Prophecy and Dreams.

It's normal to have a low rank.

Most extraordinary beings are generally in Sequence 9 position.

If all members reach the Sequence 8 position, then this troupe will only attract attention and enter the sight of all major forces.

Rather than being able to travel around leisurely like now, only to be exposed many years later.

After learning about these plots from Black Swan,

Bai Lan and others immediately set off to the Scarlet Theater Troupe's location.

At night, Changhu Town is brightly lit and bustling, no less than a modern metropolis.

People are coming and going, traffic is busy, and the streets are filled with all kinds of noise.

Bai Lan and others are more conspicuous among them.

As humans, they are naturally one head taller than dwarves and stand out among the dwarves.

The dwarf kingdom is a feudal system, and the princes are subject to the rule of the dwarf royal family.

And Gushan is one of the princes among the dwarves.

In fact, Changhu Town is not far from Gushan, only dozens of miles away. This is a town at the foot of a mountain.

When Bai Lan raised his eyes, he could see the high mountain, with its many peaks and towering peaks.

It stands alone on the earth, with a majestic and majestic atmosphere.

No wonder the dwarf guards came to the door.

The Scarlet Troupe is very popular in Changhu Town and attracts the crown prince of Gushan.

This puts Changhu Town on alert, and any strangers must be inspected to avoid accidents.

At this moment, the fourth act of the performance is in full swing.

The troupe temporarily built a huge five-story dome tent in the center of Changhu Town. Its style was very similar to the circus building Bai Lan saw in Border Town, but it was much larger.

But the Scarlet Troupe is 1,800 years older and is the ancestor of the circus.

The latter could only perform comical tricks and juggling performances for the amusement of the audience.

The Scarlet Theater Company's plays are of extremely high artistic quality - even Black Swan who hates the Theater Company must admit this.

Bai Lan and others came to a nearby location.

But the entrance to the theater was blocked by dwarves.

It was obviously full inside.

Taking action directly will not work, as it will alert the dwarf guards.

Facing the standing troops of Changhu Town, Bai Lan was not sure that he could survive.

Moreover, they are now in their true form and are under great pressure. Once they die, they will really die.

"I'll go in and look for opportunities." Bai Lan said.

The Pavilion Master and others nodded.

The [Secret] ability is very scary. Even when they get along naturally, they sometimes ignore Bai Lan's existence.

Once the latter is used deliberately, even after the pavilion master reaches level 10, there is no way to observe the latter's three-dimensional attributes.

Moreover, Bai Lan is the strongest and can escape unharmed when encountering danger.

If he was trapped inside, they could just surrender.

Sophia was unhappy and wanted to go, but Black Swan stopped her and told her to stay away from the troupe.

Soon, Bai Lan wore an invisibility cloak and used her stealth characteristics to step on the dwarf's shoulders and get into it.

The dwarf who was stepped on only felt a slight breeze blowing over his head.

Facing the troupe, Bai Lan didn't look down upon them at all and used the hidden power of the cloak.

Inside the huge tent.

The space is spacious, and the seats on each floor are full of dwarves, roughly estimated to number two to three thousand.

Below is a circular stage, bordering the audience from all sides.

Bai Lan took a cursory glance.

The plot of this "Dragon Slaying" play is very simple. The dragons destroy the dwarves' homes, the dwarves resist the dragon, and finally kill the dragon.

On the surface, it doesn’t look like this show is predicting the future.

At least for now, this plot is fictional.

Bai Lan quickly walked around the stage and immediately spotted some members of the troupe.

There are two "actors" acting on the stage.

"Sound effects engineers" use music to enhance and enhance the atmosphere.

The "prop master" and "puppet master" made a giant dragon model tens of meters high fly into the air, showing its fangs and claws, and occasionally spitting out flames, which was very dazzling.

The "singer" reads the narration at the right time, and the "lighter" uses light and dark light to focus.

Although there are not many actors on the surface.

But there is no shortage of work behind the scenes.

For the Scarlet Theater Company, putting on a performance requires a lot of manpower.

Bai Lan stepped behind the curtain.

The light here suddenly dimmed.

Here, he met the "announcer."

I met the "makeup artist" again in the temporary dressing room.

She was putting on makeup for an "actor" who wasn't going to be on stage for the time being.

All members of the troupe are extraordinary. After all, it is an organization that can leave its name in history.

Similar to the circus, their profession is their extraordinary path.

For example, the "makeup artist" is like turning the person wearing makeup into plasticine, kneading it at will, and molding it into the image she wants.

"Where is the playwright?" Bai Lan was a little confused and walked deeper.

Ahead, the corridor is dark and filled with debris, mostly prop boxes.

He heard a neighing sound coming from the side of the corridor and looked over.

There is a side door here that leads to the stables outside.

The "driver" had a sinister look on his face, feeding the horses in the thick darkness.

Bai Lan clenched his fists but did not take action until he found the position of "playwright".

He continued to move forward tiptoe.

"Are you not satisfied with this story? This is already the saddest story I can write. Damn it! I won't write it anymore!!"

At this time, a female voice came from the darkness. It was clear and sweet, but she couldn't suppress her anger.

Bai Lan narrowed her eyes.

The sound came from a lighted room ahead.

The door was ajar, with only a ray of light coming through.

But it was a bit conspicuous in the dim corridor.

"If you can't write a qualified script, you won't have to eat today!"

The respondent also spoke with a female voice, her voice was extremely cold and condescending.

There are 13 members in the troupe.

But Bai Lan has met 11 people so far.

Are those in the room the playwright and troupe director?

He leaned in quietly and saw the situation inside the room through the crack in the door.

The oil lamp is bright and illuminates the space.

The sitting woman looked aggrieved. She was about twenty years old, young in appearance, youthful and beautiful, with long golden hair shawl, which seemed to be shining.

The one standing was also a woman, in her twenties, dressed in straight clothes, with short hair, looking at the blonde beauty indifferently, looking very mean.

There were many torn scraps of manuscript paper scattered on the desk and the floor, which looked very messy.

The blonde beauty gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't want to eat, I won't eat!"

The standing woman sneered again: "Not only can't I eat, I can't even sleep!"

The blonde beauty was immediately shocked and said: "Why!"

"If the troupe doesn't raise waste, if you can't write a script that I'm satisfied with, you won't be able to eat or sleep!"

The blonde suddenly exploded and threw the quill in her hand on the table angrily.

She stood up and shouted: "This is too much! I won't agree! I want human rights! I want freedom!"

"It doesn't matter what you say, your qualifications are very powerful and are the only ones I have ever seen in my life. I want to train you well!"

The blonde beauty gritted her teeth: "Cultivate? You have tortured me so much that I haven't slept for three days and three nights!"

"Torture? Haha." The indifferent woman gave a chilling sneer.

"You won't say that when you have seen real hell and pain. Can you, a delicate flower in the greenhouse, withstand such devastation? You lack awe. I can't see tragedy and death in your eyes. fear."

The blonde's chest heaved as she glared at the indifferent woman, trying to kill her with her eyes.

It's a pity that the latter didn't care about it.

She reached out and picked up the complete manuscript paper on the table, and then tore it into pieces with ease.

The short-haired woman gently threw it, and the pieces fell one after another.

Then, she looked coldly at the blonde beauty who was still resisting silently.

"What I want is a profound tragedy. If you still dare to perfunctory, delay, and write these ignorant things, I will let you know the taste of pain!"

The blonde immediately smiled.

"I can't write a story like that. This is the limit of what I can write. You deserve to die!"

Snapped!

The short-haired woman slapped her mercilessly, leaving five bright red palm prints on her fair face.

Her eyes are sharp and full of oppression:

"Don't forget, you asked for it yourself in the first place. Now you want to regret it? It's too late for you."

The blonde beauty's eyes also changed.

She stared at the guy in front of her, her green eyes a little scary.

She had never hated someone so much since she had been lazy and casual.

Even the old witch who has lived for a thousand years has to be ranked behind the person in front of her.

unacceptable!

He wasn't even allowed to sleep, and he wasn't even allowed to eat. Being a black slave wasn't enough for him!

The short-haired woman saw that she was not harsh, snorted, turned and walked towards the door.

And the moment she opened the door, the short-haired woman seemed to feel something.

She glanced around but found nothing.

So she moved on.

Bai Lan watched her figure disappear into the dark corridor. The moment the blonde beauty came to close the door, she ducked into the room.

Bai Lan first glanced at the quill on the table.

He was not sure whether this quill was an [anchoring pen].

I'm even less sure if the blonde next to me is the "playwright" of the troupe.

It would be great if the Pavilion Master were here.

With this thought, Bai Lan lowered his head and glanced at the scraps of scraps on the ground.

The new fragments of manuscript paper that fell to the ground covered the previous fragments.

And on one of the top fragments, there is a title of a story written on it.

It's called "The Daughter of the Sea."