At this moment, Gopelmu, enveloped in the pillar of light, could no longer hear Fu Zhu's muttering. He raised his hands in astonishment, feeling a continuous, inexhaustible power surging from within him!
"You actually glanced at me at a time like this... is this the tolerance of [Harmony]...?"
Gopelmu raised his head, looking at the inverted ceiling. His gaze seemed to pierce through it, seeing a certain deity far beyond the Memoria bubble.
For the first time in a long while, Gopelmu felt an urge to weep. He was clearly a Remnant of [Order], someone who had never truly believed in [Harmony]. Yet even so, [Harmony] had glanced upon him in his most difficult moment.
"Xipe, I..."
Just as Gopelmu was about to say more, he suddenly noticed that a dark object was rapidly falling towards the heads of his avatars.
Clang!
An anvil slammed viciously onto the head of one of Gopelmu's avatars. The avatar's body instantly buckled. He couldn't help but feel a wave of strain, and he reached up in surprise to touch the anvil on his head.
"This is... an anvil? But why is it so heavy?!"
An ordinary anvil weighed between thirty to two hundred kilograms, yet he felt the anvil on his head weighed at least twenty-odd tons!
In fact, Gopelmu's feeling was not wrong. The anvil that had struck his head was no ordinary anvil. It was one of the anvils Fu Zhu had batch-produced in Observer Mode after traveling to the past. If placed in the game, each individual anvil would weigh at least 27 tons!
Gopelmu gritted his teeth and swayed from side to side. But for some reason, the anvil seemed to be welded to his head. No matter how he shook, it showed no sign of falling off. Helpless, he could only use the strength of his arms to try and directly lift the anvil off.
Just then, countless whistling sounds came from above his head, followed by a torrent of anvils, all falling and continuously striking the first one.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Thump!
With a final, dull thud, all of Gopelmu's avatars were completely flattened beneath a towering stack of anvils.
Fu Zhu glanced over, feeling a bit fortunate. Fortunately, this was a dreamscape. Gopelmu's flattened avatars simply dissipated into countless small bubbles, instead of being smashed into a paste like they would be in reality.
"Next, it's just you."
Fu Zhu shifted his gaze to the raven enveloped in the golden pillar of light, perched on a distant railing. That was Gopelmu's true body within this Memoria bubble.
Gopelmu looked at Fu Zhu with a lingering fear. Just now, his avatars had tried to negate the anvils' weight, but for some reason, his ability had no effect on them at all, as if the two did not share the same set of rules.
Still, he wasn't panicking. He was incredibly strong right now!
"Hmph, you think you have a chance just because you've eliminated a few of my avatars? Fu Zhu, you're too naive! The me of before might have needed the power of the Chorus of Harmony, but the me of now is a true Emanator! [Harmony] has cast its gaze upon me, and this pillar of light is the greatest proof!"
Hearing this, Fu Zhu's expression grew a little strange as he looked at the crow, who was now tilting its head back and laughing arrogantly. If he remembered correctly, the pillar of light on Gopelmu was not the gaze of Harmony, but the effect of his Apotheosis Mod.
"Gopelmu, have you been watching the news lately?"
The crow's arrogant laughter suddenly ceased. Gopelmu furrowed his brow and retorted, "What do you mean by that?"
"My point is, don't you find this pillar of light very familiar?"
As Fu Zhu spoke, he took a step forward, and his figure vanished once again.
Gopelmu's heart lurched. He remembered. This pillar of light seemed incredibly similar to the one from the recent serial killer case in the Golden Hour!
Why was Fu Zhu bringing this up now? Could it be... that the previous case was his doing?!
"Let me guess."
Fu Zhu's figure appeared like a phantom beside Gopelmu, looking at the scenery before them together, just like an old friend.
"Your next line is, 'Could it be that you're the one behind this light?'"
"Could it be that you're the one behind this light? Gak—"
Realizing his thoughts had been guessed by Fu Zhu, Gopelmu was like a duck whose neck had been suddenly squeezed, letting out a strange cry.
Before Gopelmu could get away from Fu Zhu, he suddenly felt his body get stuck to something behind him. And this stickiness was so strong that even his enhanced form couldn't break free. His vision then began to rapidly recede and advance, and he was slammed directly onto the ground.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fu Zhu turned around and looked at Gopelmu, who was stuck to a sticky piston and being repeatedly slammed into the ground. He silently helped by increasing the sticky piston's activation frequency.
"I was originally thinking of giving you a full grass-sheep machine, but since your current body is just a bird, I was afraid I'd stuff you to death. Smashing you into a pancake is more wholesome."
But after just a few slams from the high-frequency sticky piston, Fu Zhu noticed the pillar of light had vanished. This didn't mean Gopelmu was dead, however, as he saw no item drops.
Fu Zhu glanced at his minimap and discovered that Gopelmu had already reappeared on the other side. He was still enveloped by the pillar of light. He had clearly used some method to escape the sticky piston's grasp.
Gopelmu flew to the other side, panting with lingering fear. Why was Fu Zhu always able to appear silently by his side?
"Mr. Fu Zhu, I had intended to expel you with gentler means. It seems I have underestimated you. In that case, I will have to get serious!"
With a thought from Gopelmu, countless milky-white musical note-like figures appeared on the field. They began to chant in unison, and the surrounding environment started to tremble violently along with their song.
Acheron, who had been quietly watching from the side as instructed by Fu Zhu, saw this scene. Her expression grew somewhat grave as she reminded him.
"Fu Zhu, he's summoning something incredible!"
Fu Zhu stood behind the railing, squinting as he looked at the names of those little musical note figures.
[Chorus of Harmony]
"It seems he intends to directly summon the Infinite Leader. Although I'd love to see the legendary Incarnation of Xipe, my companions are still in the Memoria bubble."
Fu Zhu once again switched to the Demon Blade "Hiruko." A phantom sword quietly appeared, then shot out, piercing one of the musical note figures.
The chanting was suddenly interrupted, stunning Gopelmu for a moment, but he couldn't help but laugh.
"Hehe, is this all the resistance you can muster? The thirty-thousand-plus souls of the Oak Family have already merged with me. Can you kill them all? Hmm?!"
Gopelmu looked up towards Fu Zhu and found that at some point, Fu Zhu was surrounded by countless phantom swords. A rough glance showed at least tens of thousands!
The hall, which was not particularly large to begin with, was now completely filled with the phantom swords Fu Zhu had summoned, surrounding Gopelmu and his Chorus of Harmony from every angle.
Fu Zhu crossed his arms and stood on the railing, looking down at Gopelmu from above. Phantom swords were still continuously appearing by his side.
"I didn't intend to use such a cheap trick, but I don't feel like playing with you anymore."
The skills of the SlashBlade only required Fu Zhu to perform the corresponding actions to be used. The phantom swords, however, did not require the player to make any slashing motions in MC; they could be summoned simply by pressing a specific key.
But in this real world, there was no key for Fu Zhu to press. Summoning the phantom swords only required a single thought.
Similarly, the skills of the SlashBlade never consumed any of Fu Zhu's energy. As long as his thoughts were fast enough, summoning tens of thousands of phantom swords in a second was no issue.
"Gopelmu, are your avatar reserves sufficient?"