Chapter 879.: Awaken...?
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The noble throne room of the seven gods and their king was suddenly desecrated by the appearance of the means of production. The anvil, the forge, the furnace, the soul refinery, the crafting tables, and the golem forge, all barreled down like comets and surrounded the gods in their own Olympus. And with them the security.
Milton could barely make a step to attack when the massive fist of the three-faced golem turned his head into a cloud of blood. The lady that looked like a tailor attacked Seth with energy threats, but Sivri agilely caught them out of the air.
This was the person behind the Scene's well-tailored equipment. It was a shame that someone who had probably reached the master tier as a tailor had chosen to side with such a maniac. Not all craftsmen could be as sane and logical as him.
Despite being a frailer golem, Sivri was a lot stronger than the petite woman in a gothic-lolita dress. The golden dwarf unceremoniously shoved her face first into the furnace where she was stuck screaming as the pale-blue jet of flames swallowed her whole.
~Sivri, take Cade and get out of here~
Tatzel and Puffles also joined Cerberus, blocking the other five “gods”. The nightmare centipede and the Imugi kept three of the five busy, while Cerberus kept pounding the other two, while Seth started chanting.
“Mussa'Practish! Mussa'Practish! Mussa-” At some point, a wheel fiddle had appeared in the bard's hand and he now started turning the crank.
“What are you doing!” Ozymandias exclaimed when he felt a massive aura press down on them and the whole building shake.
“'Practish! The Time has come to awaken him. Mussa'Practish..,” but Seth ignored him
Originally Seth had wanted to call Paimon, but his preparations had been undone and he was too pissed after everything that happened to try and perform the kind of ballad needed to please Paimon, which depended a lot on minute musical control and skill management. He just wanted to see the Scene dead, they didn't deserve to be defeated with style.
“I call upon the ancient beast, to come forth from the underworld and- Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!..,” Seth's voice thundered, shaking the whole building in tune with the ear-drum-ripping power of the Devil's Wheel Fiddle.
“I will not let you!” Ozymandias himself finally moved to attack, but at that very moment, a thunderstorm of music sounded like trumpets and cymbals and threw him back. The background of the music was a mighty roar and everyone but Seth suddenly felt a tremendous psychological pressure on them.
Some even stopped moving altogether, screaming and crying at whatever illusion they saw. The hurdy-gurdy's skill of
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The noble throne room of the seven gods and their king was suddenly desecrated by the appearance of the means of production. The anvil, the forge, the furnace, the soul refinery, the crafting tables, and the golem forge, all barreled down like comets and surrounded the gods in their own Olympus. And with them the security.
Milton could barely make a step to attack when the massive fist of the three-faced golem turned his head into a cloud of blood. The lady that looked like a tailor attacked Seth with energy threats, but Sivri agilely caught them out of the air.
This was the person behind the Scene's well-tailored equipment. It was a shame that someone who had probably reached the master tier as a tailor had chosen to side with such a maniac. Not all craftsmen could be as sane and logical as him.
Despite being a frailer golem, Sivri was a lot stronger than the petite woman in a gothic-lolita dress. The golden dwarf unceremoniously shoved her face first into the furnace where she was stuck screaming as the pale-blue jet of flames swallowed her whole.
~Sivri, take Cade and get out of here~
Tatzel and Puffles also joined Cerberus, blocking the other five “gods”. The nightmare centipede and the Imugi kept three of the five busy, while Cerberus kept pounding the other two, while Seth started chanting.
“Mussa'Practish! Mussa'Practish! Mussa-” At some point, a wheel fiddle had appeared in the bard's hand and he now started turning the crank.
“What are you doing!” Ozymandias exclaimed when he felt a massive aura press down on them and the whole building shake.
“'Practish! The Time has come to awaken him. Mussa'Practish..,” but Seth ignored him
Originally Seth had wanted to call Paimon, but his preparations had been undone and he was too pissed after everything that happened to try and perform the kind of ballad needed to please Paimon, which depended a lot on minute musical control and skill management. He just wanted to see the Scene dead, they didn't deserve to be defeated with style.
“I call upon the ancient beast, to come forth from the underworld and- Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!..,” Seth's voice thundered, shaking the whole building in tune with the ear-drum-ripping power of the Devil's Wheel Fiddle.
“I will not let you!” Ozymandias himself finally moved to attack, but at that very moment, a thunderstorm of music sounded like trumpets and cymbals and threw him back. The background of the music was a mighty roar and everyone but Seth suddenly felt a tremendous psychological pressure on them.
Some even stopped moving altogether, screaming and crying at whatever illusion they saw. The hurdy-gurdy's skill of
The noble throne room of the seven gods and their king was suddenly desecrated by the appearance of the means of production. The anvil, the forge, the furnace, the soul refinery, the crafting tables, and the golem forge, all barreled down like comets and surrounded the gods in their own Olympus. And with them the security.Milton could barely make a step to attack when the massive fist of the three-faced golem turned his head into a cloud of blood. The lady that looked like a tailor attacked Seth with energy threats, but Sivri agilely caught them out of the air.This was the person behind the Scene's well-tailored equipment. It was a shame that someone who had probably reached the master tier as a tailor had chosen to side with such a maniac. Not all craftsmen could be as sane and logical as him.Despite being a frailer golem, Sivri was a lot stronger than the petite woman in a gothic-lolita dress. The golden dwarf unceremoniously shoved her face first into the furnace where she was stuck screaming as the pale-blue jet of flames swallowed her whole.~Sivri, take Cade and get out of here~Tatzel and Puffles also joined Cerberus, blocking the other five gods. The nightmare centipede and the Imugi kept three of the five busy, while Cerberus kept pounding the other two, while Seth started chanting.Mussa'Practish! Mussa'Practish! Mussa- At some point, a wheel fiddle had appeared in the bard's hand and he now started turning the crank.What are you doing! Ozymandias exclaimed when he felt a massive aura press down on them and the whole building shake.'Practish! The Time has come to awaken him. Mussa'Practish.., but Seth ignored himOriginally Seth had wanted to call Paimon, but his preparations had been undone and he was too pissed after everything that happened to try and perform the kind of ballad needed to please Paimon, which depended a lot on minute musical control and skill management. He just wanted to see the Scene dead, they didn't deserve to be defeated with style.I call upon the ancient beast, to come forth from the underworld and- Awaken! Awaken! Awaken!.., Seth's voice thundered, shaking the whole building in tune with the ear-drum-ripping power of the Devil's Wheel Fiddle.I will not let you! Ozymandias himself finally moved to attack, but at that very moment, a thunderstorm of music sounded like trumpets and cymbals and threw him back. The background of the music was a mighty roar and everyone but Seth suddenly felt a tremendous psychological pressure on them.Some even stopped moving altogether, screaming and crying at whatever illusion they saw. The hurdy-gurdy's skill of
