So, how should we evaluate the quality of the singing voice of a coloratura singer as a singer?
Well...it's hard to say.
If there is just a single coloratura singer, there is no doubt that it will only be noise, but if there are hundreds of coloratura singers together, forming a bloody symphony, and with some small seasonings, the whole
The opera will become extremely powerful and beautiful.
"Desire turns into fantasy."
"Fantasy becomes reality."
“Sing—sing, sing!”
"Dance, dance - dance to your heart's content!!!"
"We - it is both fiction and not fiction! It is both reality and not reality!!!"
The Phantom of the Opera roared wildly.
The spice in the coloratura singer's voice is naturally the voice of the Phantom of the Opera.
He looked at the weirdest and most twisted coloratura singer with fascination.
"Ah... Even if there is no trace of reality, it is still a shining fiction..."
"[Beauty] (heroine)!!!"
"[Princess](heroine)!!!"
"[Empress] (heroine)!!!"
The Phantom of the Opera dances, spins, and expresses her excitement with all her emotions.
"[The most beautiful person] (heroine)!!!"
"[The most noble person] (heroine)!!!"
"[The purest person] (heroine)!!!"
"Oh oh oh oh - Christina! Christina Daye!!!"
"No matter what your posture is, you are the one who should rule everything!"
"So, please give the order."
The Phantom of the Opera bowed deeply to the one she loved.
"Yes—all of us."
The coloratura singer named Christina Daye was spinning strangely and moving twistedly.
"Kill (increase), strip (increase), take away (increase)."
Christina's voice seemed like a mechanical voice.
"Put on (increase), give (increase), grant (increase)."
"Yes, increase it! Be more! Because Christina is craving it!"
Under Christina's cold orders and the almost crazy flattery of the Phantom of the Opera, all the Phantoms of the Opera were moving like crazy and hunting like crazy.
The only people who can survive in this Shinjuku are vicious beings.
Hunting evil with evil has become the norm here.
“The movements of these guys—suddenly became faster!”
Zheng——
The light of the holy sword in Annuo's hand has not weakened, but his eyes that originally had a game attitude have become serious. He and Artoria are back to back, looking at the coloratura singer who is leaning towards them.
"Did Berserker notice it?"
Artoria looked around warily.
"I don't know, but... be prepared to release the Noble Phantasm at any time. If the time comes, it will be up to the king to control it."
"Now that you have made the decision to stain your master's blood, you must be responsible to the end."
"Haha... this reminds me of the first time we actually fought side by side, although... these guys are simply not as strong as those goblins."
Artoria had a smile on her face.
"The master's reaction is almost over. An Nuoqing, one person in one direction -!!!"
Buzz——
"Cry, it's time to fall."
Artoria raised the Sword of Victory.
"Wail, this is the moment of disintegration."
Annuo suppressed his sigh.
"The humble king's iron hammer, reverse the rising light..."
Heavy pressure roared from the sword of victory.
"The embrace of the demon concubine is rebellious and magnificent..."
Great magic is released from the Chalk of Sighs.
"Swallow the light——"
"Sweep the disaster——"
Two holy swords, one swung down and the other raised - accompanied by the roars of the two knights.
"[Sword of Promise of Victory](Excalibur an)!!!"
"[Breaking evil and stained with blood·Chalkiness an](Chalkiness an)!!!"
The holy light was dark, but still shining, roaring and tilting in both directions of the street.
There are no living humans in this neighborhood, they are all crazy coloratura singers, so there is no need to hold anything back when attacking, just blast away and it's over.
The Phantom of the Opera at the end of the road was stunned.
"The lovely coloratura...the puppets who were supposed to be cheering for Christina..."
"We'll talk about those things later. First, I have a question."
Archer, as the one who moved from the top of the building, arrived at the battlefield first and landed not far from the Phantom of the Opera and Christina. He held the coffin-like magic gun in his hand and said expressionlessly.
"This is a question that I have always cared about - between you two, who is the real Berserker?"
Archer asked a somewhat stupid question.
"This is also my question, because as a servant, your two auras are too close."
The roller skates under Lawrence's feet had disappeared and turned back into a pair of fingerless high heels made of gemstones.
"It's so hot. It's too much. It's miserable. Ah... my beloved people have disappeared, disappeared, disappeared..."
Christina's mechanical voice kept repeating a sentence, and her tone was obviously unwavering, but several people around her could feel the anger and sadness in it.
This phenomenon is somewhat creepy.
"It doesn't matter who the real Berserker is. There is no difference at all. They are just two mad dogs."
Joan of Arc waved the evil dragon flag and snorted coldly.
"That is to say, and that Christina...is just a doll!"
Archer suddenly said loudly.
The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.
"Haha... Indeed, you can't understand it."
The Phantom of the Opera chuckled.
It's as if he is not crazy.
"She is indeed the genuine and unquestionable singing princess [Christina]."
"Because this is the so-called phantom."
The Phantom of the Opera opened her arms.
"There is no such thing as a lifetime, and there should be no real appearance. That's why the princess became a doll..."
"She was deprived of everything except her singing voice, and it was precisely because of this——"
"She is the doll, and precisely because she is a doll, she is... the [crazy] (broken) Christina."
The Phantom of the Opera looked at everyone calmly and said in a gentle tone.
"She was destroyed because of my dreams and wishes."
"So, I belong to her who is broken."
"I will be here - for her, you, everything, this whole city -"
"Everything turned into a grand opera house that existed for her!"