PDLP Chapter 198 Dissonance
Chapter 198 Dissonance
As the towering flames gradually faded and the surrounding temperature dropped slightly,
Himeko and the others walked out of the shelter made of flowing water and went straight to Lin Qiong's side.
But as soon as they got close to Lin Qiong, the moisture left on their clothes was instantly evaporated by the high temperature, making a "hissing" sound.
"Ugh, it's so hot!"
March 7th, who was walking in front, suddenly gasped and raised his hand to fan his face frantically, beads of sweat the size of soybeans constantly seeping out of his cheeks.
She frowned slightly, quickly took a few steps back to a relatively cooler spot, and muttered to herself:
"At this temperature... you could probably boil an egg right there near Qiong!"
As the crimson flames on Lin Qiong's Tribulation Annihilation Blade grew increasingly intense, the rising heat distorted the surrounding air.
Xing blinked eagerly, turned to look at everyone, and asked:
"Well...did anyone bring any eggs? I'd like to try them."
"...She was just joking." Dan Heng crossed his arms, shook his head helplessly, and added at the end, "But...if you actually threw an egg in, it would probably just vaporize, right?"
Himeko smiled slightly, tightened her grip on the singleton saw, looked up at the sun god, and spoke up to remind him:
"Let's explore the answer to this question when we have the chance. Now is not the time to be distracted. Let's focus on dealing with the enemy in front of us together with Qiong."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong's lips curled into a smile, and he immediately raised the Calamity Annihilation Sword in his hand, its orange-red tip pointing directly at the God Lord Sun.
"Then let's begin round two, Sunday!"
Looking at the high spirits of Lin Qiong and the others, Shen Zhu Ri sighed softly.
He raised his massive right arm and slowly held the golden baton upright in front of him:
"I had no intention of causing pain to those on the Star Train, but for 'order' to return to Pinocchio, I will show no mercy."
After he finished speaking, God's body shone with golden light, and countless golden musical notes danced around him with the music.
"With a flawless symphony, I will recreate the paradise of 'order'!"
As the words fell, God Sunday began to wildly wave the baton in his hand.
Each of His movements was accompanied by a powerful sonic boom, the resulting sound waves transforming into tangible golden energy, one after another, spreading outwards from the center of God's Lord.
Lin Qiong and the others tried their best to avoid the incoming golden sound waves, but these sound waves were like a continuous tide, and they were extremely fast.
It was as if these golden waves of sound would never cease as long as the music continued to play on Sundays.
Soon, Lin Qiong and the others, who had been dodging, were forced to the edge of the circular stage, with a bottomless dark void below.
If someone were to fall from this place, who knows where they would land?
"We can't keep hiding like this!"
Lin Qiong gritted his teeth, and lava-like patterns began to flow on the sword, with countless deep red flames shooting out from the sword in all directions.
After dodging a golden sonic wave, Lin Qiong thrust his sword forward.
Instantly, a curtain of fire rose in front of Lin Qiong, burning away all the golden sound waves that came towards him.
And so, Lin Qiong repeated this action, using the Calamity Annihilation technique to incinerate the golden sound waves while leading his companions toward the direction of the Divine Lord's Sun.
When Lin Qiong and the others returned to the center of the stage, the performance of the God Sunday suddenly stopped, and the golden notes that were dancing around them froze.
His baton, which had been waving wildly in mid-air, was now emitting a dazzling golden light at its tip, pointing directly at Lin Qiong and the others.
"We stand with Him, walking in 'order,' and He will command you to stand here with His word."
As the words of God’s Sunday were proclaimed, the string music echoing in the Pinocchio Grand Theatre came to an abrupt halt, as if time had been abruptly paused.
"What's going on?"
Lin Qiong found himself unable to move forward even an inch. His legs felt like they were nailed to the ground, and every muscle refused to obey the commands from his brain.
Lin Qiong wasn't the only one; the others following him encountered the same situation.
Their bodies seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
"Why...why can't I move?"
March 7th cried out in alarm, twisting its body as if trying to regain control of the legs that had temporarily gone on strike.
No matter how hard she tried, her legs seemed rooted to the ground and wouldn't budge.
“We must have been influenced by ‘Order,’ as Sunday mentioned the word ‘stop’ in his speech just now,” Himeko explained solemnly to everyone.
"Tick-tock! Big crisis, big crisis!"
The only one unaffected, the Clock Boy, was anxiously circling the star, its clock-like head bearing the hands spinning wildly.
"You dead leg, get moving!"
Xing frowned, biting her lower lip, and plunged the tip of her Flame Spear into the ground, attempting to move by using a pole vault.
However, all of this was in vain.
Faced with the immense power of the Star God, ordinary strength and methods seemed insignificant and powerless. Lin Qiong and the others could only watch helplessly as the imaginary energy gathered over the Sun God.
Lin Qiong kept thrashing his body, trying his best to break free of the restraints.
But under the suppression of power at the level of a Star God, all of this seemed so difficult.
"Sleep now. Soon you will awaken in the paradise of 'Order,' and then..."
The voice of the priest on Sunday carried a touch of gentleness, as if telling a beautiful dream.
But He was interrupted by a woman's voice from afar before he could finish speaking.
"Brother, stop! Pinocchio's future doesn't belong to 'Order'!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Qiong was slightly startled and immediately looked in the direction from which the voice came.
A young girl in a light purple dress slowly walked towards the center of the stage, accompanied by a tall, bespectacled man with a cane.