Chapter 1311: Chapter 38: The Gongs of Destinies Resound in the Sacred Temple (9)
The enormous figure of Lale pletely projected the image of the little Beastman girl on stage.
She was genuinely terrified, her entire body curled up, even feeling like she was being publicly executed. She quickly picked up the tablecloth again, wrapping it tightly around herself once more.
This was the most core part of the whole plan, but the performer suddenly stopped performing, rendering the enormous “stage” effects useless no matter how much was added.
“e on!!! Little girl!!!”
“Yeah! That’s great too!!!”
“Love you so much!!!”
“Sis, sis… go, go for it…”
In the instant her tear glands started working, a few cheering voices suddenly rang out from the periphery of the posite magic technique. The little Beastman girl opened her eyes and saw Will and his panions.
While the Knights were at a loss and the magicians were racking their brains, only these few ordinary people with no special abilities spoke up first, breaking the silence and unease with their loudest voices.
“This looks cool too!!! I love dark skin the most!”
“You’re the best!!”
“Love, love, love it so much!!!”
Before putting their hands around their mouths, their loud shouting sounded like a scene from an ACG event.
“You guys…”
The little Beastman girl’s gaze became somewhat blurry… Whether it was due to her blurred vision, it seemed she saw Luo Qiu transform from a pebble into a human.
His lips moved silently, saying something: Go for it.
Taking a deep breath, the little Beastman girl stood up again, and as she did, the ‘cloak’ slid down once more… She took a deep breath and lifted the microphone.
——[Like this… the children peacefully fall asleep]
——[Sighing at the sparks flickering among the ashes, one, two]
——[Floating bubbles, admiring faces]
…
The song, the voice spreading throughout the Fog Capital, began to ripple through every corner tower of the city’s streets, like the ripples of water.
In the distance, just as a frenzied Beastman raised a swaddled baby high while the baby’s parents, protected by several Knights, cried out in despair, and the Knights were at a loss.
As the song spread… the frenzied Beastman froze.
…
In the city, in a dim alleyway, when a man’s body was brutally dismembered and blood splashed on both walls, a man could only curl up in the farthest corner, trembling in fear, desperately begging the huge monster in front of him to spare his life. At that moment, the indifferent monster raised its claws.
But the “monster” suddenly stopped, and under the man’s desperate gaze, it turned around and walked step by step out of the alley… At the exit of the alley, it looked up at the sky.
The sky… or rather, the gigantic figure that seemed to almost touch the night sky.
…
“Stopped… stopped? What’s that sound?”
Trapped on a street, struggling to withstand without any support, a few police officers ceased their nearly depleted ammunition firing.
Only to see the gigantic red-furred monster at that moment loosen its grip, dropping the police car it had lifted onto the ground, then closed its eyes… and stood there.
“What’s happening…”
“I don’t know, but… suddenly, it feels very reassuring for some reason…”
The police cautiously stepped out from behind cover… under the starlight, the giant image seemed to be draped in a soft gauze of moonlight.
…
At the cramped shelter, the chaotic crowd suddenly quieted down, the crying children gradually ceased, quiet… in the quiet, the song flowed by the side of the people.
They almost instantly forgot their fear, feeling as if embraced by every gentle hand.
Mr. Tresti, one of the Twelve Riders guarding here, looked in surprise at the figure clad in revealing leather, seemingly like some sort of cosplay performance, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Did it work… Bedivere. Finally…”
…
At the end of the long street, every step seemed casual, but the length of each stride made the Witch use all her strength to keep up with Farael, who also suddenly stopped.
“What is this… the latest projection technology? This attire is truly… it takes some courage.” The witch was dumbfounded as she looked up at the sky, thinking to herself that if she were the one standing there, she might never show her face in public again.
At this moment, a frenzied Beastman suddenly walked slowly out of the shop on the side, no longer appearing frenzied.
This Beastman’s body was much stronger than a typical frenzied Beastman… The witch was secretly shocked, thinking this Beastman was at least at the War Chieftain Level.
He had been hiding here all along and hadn’t made a move to attack her and Farael…
Was it the aura of this man that instinctively made the frenzied Beastman War General feel fear, so much so that even in frenzy, it dared not act…
But it had finally appeared, and the witch immediately became alert.
“Let’s go.” Farael simply said without much emotion, ignoring the newly appeared Beastman War General and continuing on his way.
“You old coot…” The witch paused, instinctively looking at the Beastman War General, which now seemed not to see her at all, just blankly staring at the sky… there was no longer any hint of frenzy.
Her mind seemed to have been purified… As a Mind Witch, she could easily sense the now tranquil heart of this Beastman War General and the love conveyed through the song.
“This person…” The witch looked again at the gigantic light shadow, whispering to herself, “Still feels so shameful… Wait for me, you old coot, don’t leave me behind!!”
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Sir Pukins’ Manor.
At this moment, the old Sir was furrowing his brows—on the screen was the image transmitted back from a district of the Fog Capital.
One by one, the frenzied Beastmen now had a large close-up in the camera… and had bee still. The knights sent to subdue them could now easily approach these Beastmen.
“Caesar, what on earth is happening?” The old Sir furrowed his brows again, though there was not a hint of panic… it seemed only confusion.
“It’s the Covenant of the Moon… an ancient ritual music used by Beastmen to worship their ancestral gods.”
Caesar looked out the window.
The several dozen meters high light shadow in the city had hardly anything obstructing its view—it could be clearly seen.
“You…” The old Sir furrowed his brows again.
He saw that behind Caesar, a pair of ugly fleshy wings broke through the clothes in an instant… and he then broke through the window, rushing up above the manor.
Under the moonlight, Caesar quietly looked at the giant shadow in the center of the city, with a touch of softness on his face, “The guidance of fate, but…”
——Fate, like moons, changes uncertainly, waxing and waning;
——Life mixes misery and happiness;
——Rich or poor, all perish like melting ice.
——The terrifying and void Wheel of Fortune, you cruelly spin, viciously savage, destroying all happiness and beautiful hopes, enveloping everything in shadows obscure and indistinguishable, you knock me down as well;
The song also seeped from beneath the moonlight shadow… like a storm, it suddenly swept through the entire Fog Capital!
…
If the song emanating from the light shadow felt like a gentle drizzle, then the loud, high-pitched sound at this moment could be likened to a rapid storm.
It seemed like a sharp sword, the piercing sound directly tearing the gentle atmosphere over the Fog Capital.
It was as if countless cries awakened the most primitive beast inside people’s hearts.
The Beastmen, who had been standing still, suddenly began roaring—like beats added to the sharp song.
Boom boom, boom boom… boom boom.
The city seemed to echo with a war song… Beastmen once again went berserk—more terrifyingly frenzied than ever. They activated once more.
The streets that had fallen quiet, all the sheltered points, seemed to have been ignited in an instant.
Because… not only did the Beastmen go berserk, but even ordinary citizens seemed to feel immense pain.
Pain… After the pain began irritability… uncontrollable… leading to, breeding the primitive destructive desires in the heart.
The uprising in the city… awakened once more, and like a storm, grew more intense!!
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Bam!
The microphone dropped from trembling hands, producing a harsh sound, which was amplified into a huge noise that left people dizzy.
The Beastman girl fell to the ground in fear… Her eyes wide with fear, hugging herself as her body started to shudder violently, turning extremely painful.
“It’s him again!”
Not long ago, Bedivere fought with [Oberon], and personally witnessed the chaos in the Fog Capital triggered by [Oberon]—at this moment, the piercing and sharp sound was indeed ing from [Oberon].
As if it were a merciless mockery, the sound instantly shattered their favorable situation, and signals from elsewhere were continuously being received on the munication device.
“It’s bad…the Beastmen have gone berserk again, and this time it’s even crazier!! Requesting backup!!”
“The shelter…residents suddenly lost control for some reason! They started smashing everything…ah—!! Don’t kick my brother!! Lady!! Calm down, calm down!! Ah~~”
Even the couple of Knights beside him were now clutching their heads, seemingly enduring immense pain. Bedivere knew it was bad, so he rushed directly onto the stage.
“Do you have any other methods?” Bedivere asked softly, staring at the little girl who brought a sliver of victory opportunity.
“No…no…” Lale trembled, her eyes vacant, in such terror, “This is…this is an ancient shout…a battle song…the most primitive wildness…no…can’t resist it, can’t resist it…sorry…sorry. My song…cannot reach their hearts, sorry…”
Bedivere gritted his teeth, “What about the previous tune? Just resisting a bit is also good…at least, can you make ordinary people regain their reason…please!”
“Sorry, sorry—ah—!! Get away from me!!!”
The beastman little girl suddenly let out a piercing scream, pressing her ears hard with her hands—seeing this, Bedivere couldn’t help but frown, “Indeed, you’re also…”
Bedivere suddenly stood up, pressing his ear with one hand, activating the munication device, and shouted urgently, “Respond! Headquarters! Respond, this is Bedivere! Respond!!”
Static…screaming sounds.
“Is headquarters also…”
Bedivere helplessly watched all this happen—under that piercing song, it seemed only people with strong will could endure it?
“This truly is…even more troublesome than a full-body fracture surgery.”
…
Cheng Yiran forcefully shook his head, rubbing his temples hard, seemingly wanting to drive out the melody constantly echoing in his mind.
But Will’s two bandmates weren’t as lucky…at this moment, the two suddenly became violent…fiercely fighting each other.
And Will hurriedly tried to separate the two breaking apart the fight—nearby, Klein was also suppressing Nick who was in the same situation.
Cheng Yiran couldn’t help but feel anxious, not knowing how long he could resist, but…”Why is Will fine?”
Though curious, he was overwhelmed and Cheng Yiran bit his lip, wanting to do something.
At this moment, a small figure slowly walked past him…looking up, seemingly in a trance, gazing straight at the moon in the sky, eyes turning amber, looking quite eerie.
Unlike the Beastmen’s frenzy, he appeared extremely quiet…but didn’t seem in a normal state either.
“Oga…Oga!!” Cheng Yiran suddenly rushed in front of Oga, shaking Oga’s body with his hand, “Wake up!! Oga, wake up!!!”
He still had this trance-like and eerie appearance, as if he hadn’t heard anything.
“I’m sorry!”
Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth, raising his palm, and fiercely slapped the face of this delicate Beastman boy—the slap sound was very crisp.
“Oga, did you hear me!! Did you hear my voice!? Wake up!! Oga!!”
Smack smack smack smack—!!!
Several consecutive slaps failed to awaken the dazed Oga…Cheng Yiran gritted his teeth and resolutely took a deep breath, removing the guitar he had always carried on his back.
With the zipper opening instantly, from the black bag, he placed his hands on this guitar he had sealed for so long…he wasn’t ready.
Ready for his voice to be able to reach people’s hearts.
“Can’t worry about so much…help me, partner.” Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, stood with the guitar in front of Oga, almost without any thinking.
The Original Scenery of the Hometown.
He subconsciously played the guitar score version of this song…only because Oga seemed to quite like this song.
If the continuous battle song was like the sound of thousands of troops charging on the battlefield, then the notes flowing between Cheng Yiran’s fingers were like soft whispers drowned in the surge of murderous intent.
Without plugging into an amplifier, the guitar’s sound wasn’t very loud…if one wasn’t careful, as long as standing a bit away, it would miss its sound.
Oga, e back to your senses.
Cheng Yiran closed his eyes, fully immersed in the mood of this song.
The sound was faint…but it seemed to pluck the softest string in the heart.
Though small, it was clearly heard in everyone’s ears—though it was only around this magic technique, beside the Knights and magicians here.
But like clear spring water flowing by, the tinkling sound seemed to make people see their hometown…instantly reducing the irritation in their hearts.
Lady Maria looked at the human man playing the guitar with some surprise, as if it was incredible—in spite of not losing her mind to the music, she still felt a bit unfortable, but now she felt much more at ease.
Will’s panions also began to e back to their senses… Mr. Nick waved his hand, signaling to Klein not to press on him anymore.
On the stage, the young beastman girl slowly lowered her hands, feeling a bit confused—though the war song was still resounding in the air, the sound of the guitar seemed to be like a gentle barrier, wrapping around her.
Boss Luo, in his small pebble state, suddenly smiled, looking at this young man who had traveled across the sea to further his studies in this country with a quite forting gaze.
“Haven’t you been prepared early on… it’s really beautiful.”
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“What… what’s happening to me?”
The lost gaze gradually regained its clarity, Oga’s lips moved slightly, yet what she saw was Cheng Yiran standing in front of her, then holding her cheeks with both hands, “It’s a bit painful…”
Without using instant phone translation, though he couldn’t understand what Oga was saying, Cheng Yiran still understood the meaning of this gesture… He laughed awkwardly twice, then took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and played a sample in front of Oga.
“What is this?” Oga suddenly felt a little puzzled.
“I know you have a great talent.” Cheng Yiran took a deep breath, using his phone to translate his language, “Can you remember just by listening once? You’ve already mastered the guitar playing method, right… Next, it’s you who will play it.”
“Me? I… I can’t… how could I…”
Cheng Yiran ignored Oga’s timidity at this time and forcibly stuffed the guitar in his hand into Oga’s arms, “Use it to play, I’ll help you from the side! This is the piece I temporarily posed for the ‘Covenant of the Moon’, it’s not perfect… but you at least have to try. Use your strength to help your sister. Remember, play with your heart, only then can you convey the sound and emotion to everyone’s heart… with music!”
“I… I can’t…” He looked fearfully at the stage.
Cheng Yiran said loudly then, “Even if you can’t, you must get on stage for me!! Otherwise, I’ll dress you as a girl and throw you to the bar with the most rogues in the Fog Capital!! They won’t mind whether you’re a boy or girl!”
“Eh?!!?”
“That’s settled!” Cheng Yiran decided firmly, pushing Oga towards the truck stage, and conveniently picking up a spare guitar.
“Though I don’t know what you are planning, it feels so cool! How can such a thing lack my presence?!”
On the way, panions directly rushed over.
“I feel very unfortable… this noise!”
“Will… you all?”
“In a guitar duel, I’ve never been afraid of anyone!”
“Then… once more.”
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“Sir Bedivere, what are they doing?”
Sir Bedivere frowned, watching this group rush onto the stage, pondering, “Just now… you all experienced it too, right. This group might have some way, let’s give it a try… anyway, the magic of the technique is still quite abundant.”
It was exceptionally abundant.
“You all…”
In front of the stage, the sobered young beastman girl foolishly watched each of them step onto the stage—not only Cheng Yiran, Will and his three panions, even her younger brother Oga too.
Yet why did these individuals appear styled similarly to her—though not revealing much after all.
“I don’t know either! This was found on the car, seems to be specially prepared for us! But… it’s not bad!”
The panion directly brought the drum set, sat upon, and then performed a solo, letting the drum sound rush to the sky like a downpour.
“e on!”
Cheng Yiran just connected the ordinary electric guitar, plucked it casually, found the feeling, then looked at everyone and smiled: “Let’s have a concert belonging to us, with this city as the stage!”
Above the sky.
A series of enormous light shadows appeared one after another.
Huge Lale, huge Oga, huge Will and his panions, and also, huge Cheng Yiran.
…
“e on.”
Boss Luo, at this moment, held a glow stick in his hand, gently waving it.
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PS: Next chapter will be later…
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