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The music starts.

First, there was the heavy piano music, as heavy as the collapse of a temple, and the oppressive feeling of watching a huge rock rolling down from the top of a mountain instantly swept across the entire venue. It made everyone feel as if they were struggling in the waves, being bombarded by the waves, and sinking into the sea. It made people involuntarily clench their hearts.

Then came the violin, like a life-saving straw grabbed at the moment of drowning, lifting the soul that had sunk into the deep sea, making people breathe involuntarily, as if they had finally escaped from the edge of death and were about to welcome the beauty of life.

But that was only for a moment, and then the chanting began.

“FOU KI RA HYEAR PRESIA REEN (Please listen to my most sincere call)…WAS ZWEIE RA NA STEL ZUIEG MANAF (I am not trying to steal your power and life), MA ZWEIE RA IRS MANAF CHYET OZ OMNIS (The existence of life is the choice of all things)…!”

At this moment, light appeared.

Dazzling lights accompanied by sacred and solemn chanting broke into people's world. Everyone stared with wide eyes at the girl standing in front of the stage. She wore a golden mask and a red cloak with gold edges. Her simple robe seemed to emit a faint glow under the spotlight.

She opened her arms, bathing in the shining light, and at the same time, the soft chanting voice emerged again.

“EN NA CYURIO RE CHYET (Even if I am not chosen by fate), WAS TOUWAKA GAYA PRESIA (Please give me hope again)………………!”

No one spoke.

But this time, they didn't intentionally express dissatisfaction with the band. Instead, they subconsciously and instinctively held their breath and tensed their nerves. It was as if they were not enjoying the joyful music at the moment, but performing an extremely sacred and solemn ceremony. All noisy thoughts were abandoned, and only awe remained.

Although they could not understand the language, the sacredness and majesty coming from the chanting was enough to break the mental defenses of the crowd. They just stood there blankly, staring at the front like puppets. There, wrapped in the extremely shining lights, the shining figure exuded an unquestionable absolute majesty.

It’s Xiao Ai as expected.

While playing the violin, Kurokawa Akane quietly looked at the audience below. She certainly knew how strong Duanmu Huai's sense of oppression was. However, Duanmu Huai had always used his sense of oppression to scare people. This was the first time Kurokawa Akane saw Duanmu Huai use his sense of oppression in this way.

I have to say, it’s really great.

Unlike Kurokawa Akane, Toyokawa Shoko was completely dumbfounded at this time.

The melody is a familiar one, the song is a familiar one, after all, they have rehearsed it many times.

But at this moment, Toyokawa Shoko did feel a feeling that she had not had during rehearsal, a feeling of holiness and solemnity, as if she was at the top of the clouds, playing a melody for the angels. And the figure in front of her was completely free of her usual impetuousness, just standing there, giving people a sense of holiness and purity that was hard to breathe.

No, none of this matters!

The important thing is, before going on stage, Duanmu said that he wanted the audience to kneel down and sing "Conquer". Now looking at the expressions of those audience members, it seems that they are really going to kneel down - no, they really knelt down!

That's right, under the shocked gaze of Toyokawa Shoko, the audience standing in the first row knelt down one after another, they subconsciously clenched their hands, stared at the figure on the stage with wide eyes. Their actions seemed to set off a wave, and the people behind them also knelt down one after another, no one spoke, everyone just raised their heads, looked up at Duanmu Huai, and listened to his chanting.

This is not LIVE at all!

Why does it look like a religious ceremony?

However, Toyokawa Shoko's inner wailing was clearly not enough to drown out Duanmu Huai's singing and the sense of oppression. Not only that, she even felt that everything around her seemed to have its own life. There were several times when Toyokawa Shoko felt as if the keyboard had made a sound before she pressed the keys. It was as if the electronic keyboard in her hand had completely disobeyed her command and was dancing along with Duanmu Huai's singing.

However, this is probably just an illusion caused by excessive tension.

Soon, the song ended.

At this moment, the audience seemed to gradually come back to their senses. They blinked blankly, feeling as if they had just had a dream and were trying to wake up from it and return to the real world.

However... at this time, the second song began.

“Ah…ah…”

Unlike the first song, the most special thing about the second song is that in these four minutes of singing, there is not a single line of lyrics. From beginning to end, only one "ah" sound is needed. The gentle and soothing, uplifting, mournful and sad, all kinds of emotional "ah" chants are connected together to form such a unique song.

After hearing this song, the eyes of the audience who were gradually returning to the real world began to become dazed again, as if they heard their mother's humming in a state of half-asleep and half-wakefulness. Their movements stopped again and returned to their original state.

After that comes the third, the fourth...

The whole performance was done in one go, and all four songs were sung. When the melody of the last song ended, Duanmu Huai finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the people who were still kneeling blankly under the stage.

Humph, I just don't believe that this can't control you? So what? Do you still have to kneel down and sing "Conquer"?

But that’s all!

As Duanmu Huai's mind changed, the next moment, the originally dazzlingly bright stage suddenly became dark, and then Duanmu Huai prepared to leave.

"Hmm, my thoughts......"

In response to Toyokawa Shoko's words, Duanmu Huai thought for a moment, then turned sideways to face the audience, clenched his fists, and lifted his hips and waist.

"Now, everyone is satisfied, right?"

“………………Let’s go down quickly.”

Seeing this scene, Toyokawa Shoko was speechless. Fortunately, the stage was dark, otherwise if Duanmu Huai really did this in front of the audience, she might have fainted.

It was also thanks to the fact that Toyokawa Shoko had been together with Duanmu Huai for some time and had some understanding of his character. Otherwise, if she had suddenly seen this scene, she would probably have fainted.

But at the same time, Toyokawa Shoko was also relieved. After all, the Duanmu Huai who was singing just now gave her a very strange feeling, as if he was not a human being at all, but some other existence that had transformed into a human being. Sacred and inviolable, even dazzling to the point of making people feel distant. Seeing that he is still the same as before... ...she feels much more at ease.

“Crack——————!”

When the lights came on again, the stage was empty.

"————————!"

The silver-haired girl gasped suddenly and leaned against the railing with almost no strength left. She opened her eyes wide and gasped heavily.

But no one cared about her gaffe, because almost everyone was the same, as if they had just had a dream and were now returning to reality.

"Just now...what on earth was that?"

"Is that the Inquisitor? So scary..."

"Amazing... I never thought of that..."

The girls trembled and hummed, and because it was the same band, they could understand what the band had just brought to them.

An unparalleled sense of oppression and dominance.

They never thought that a band could be like this.

Generally speaking, bands pay a lot of attention to interacting with the audience. Some bands, like Xian Juanxin, even take the initiative to do stage diving to liven up the atmosphere. Everyone cheers and sings together, feeling the passionate emotions of the scene and performing excitedly.

But the Inquisitor is completely different.

To sum it up in four words.

I sing and you listen.

Absolute dominance does not require any reaction or interaction from the audience. It is like a supreme king who knows that as long as he opens his mouth, others will definitely listen no matter what. He is full of absolute confidence and majesty.

And in fact, they did it.

The audience at the venue gradually came back to their senses. They looked around in confusion, as if they didn't know what to do. At this time, the host had already walked onto the stage, thanked Inquisitor for the evening performance, and then announced the closing ceremony.

The festival is over.

But the storm has just begun.

“………………Amazing! It just ended and they are in the top ten of the trending searches.”

Staring at her phone, Aya Maruyama's eyes widened in surprise. Keywords such as "mysterious band" and "third night show" directly swept the top ten hot searches. It seemed that at this time, the audience came to their senses, but because the band had already left, they had to vent their enthusiasm online.

Maruyama Aya could understand these people's thoughts, because she was the same. When she recalled Inquisitor's songs, she felt very complicated. She wanted to cry, laugh, and vent all her emotions. She wanted to admire their songs, and she also felt impressed by the unique style of this band, and the sense of pressure it brought to her... It can be said that she had mixed feelings.

"Many people are studying what language they sing in. It's really strange. It doesn't seem to be an ordinary foreign language."

"Eh? Isn't it German or French?"

“There are people specializing in various languages ​​giving their comments online.”

Another girl next to her pointed at her phone.

"At least from what we can see so far, it's probably not English, French, German, or even Latin. Even some people who study minority languages ​​say they've never heard of this language."

“But I don’t know why, I always feel like I can understand what they are singing…”

Maruyama Aya was confused. Indeed, she didn't understand the other party's song, but along with the melody, she seemed to be able to clearly receive the picture in her mind. If she hadn't heard her companions say it, she would have forgotten about it.

"Although it has always been said that music has no borders, this is the first time I have felt this so clearly. People online are also saying that they can understand the meaning of the song even though they don't understand what it is singing. Many people have shared their thoughts. How can I put it...?"

Staring at his phone, another companion frowned.

“It was like everyone was watching a movie together.”

That's right, movies.

Maruyama Aya nodded in agreement. Isn't that right? It's like everyone gathered together to watch an open-air movie, and everyone has the same scene in their mind.

But is such a thing possible?

Generally speaking, there are a thousand Hamlets for a thousand people. This is not only true for novels, but also for music. Even if it is the same song, people's sorrows and joys are not the same.

But in front of the Inquisitor, this law seemed to be invalid. Whether it was the people who listened to the music live, the people who watched the live broadcast, or even the people who listened to the music afterwards, everyone could understand the meaning of these songs. It was as if someone had forced everything about the songs into their brains.

What kind of band is this?

What kind of people are they?

This topic is being discussed everywhere on the Internet. Although the topic is the same as before, the direction is completely different. Before, it was "Pull out these reckless guys and let them know how powerful they are", and now it is "I really want to know who this amazing band is made up of! Especially the lead singer!"

but……………

"No one can guess that it's classmate Duanmu, right?"

Sitting in the SPACE venue, Toyokawa Shoko was also browsing her phone, mainly looking at the topic under the trending search "Who is the lead singer of the mysterious band Inquisitor?" Some people said it was a Chinese, some said it was a foreigner who debuted in Japan, and some people guessed a lot of names, but none of them were correct.

"Xiao Mu, even your name was mentioned."

After all, it is a "girls band", so it is definitely limited to girls, and Wakaba Mutsuki comes from an entertainment family, so it is not surprising that she was mentioned.

"No one mentioned classmate Duanmu?"

"Because Xiao Ai doesn't look like someone who would be interested in music."

Kurokawa Akane, who was sitting next to him and browsing his phone, also explained with a chuckle.

"A magazine once photographed Xiao Ai sleeping during a concert at an award ceremony, and the media also interviewed her. Xiao Ai said, 'I sleep soundly, which means I performed well, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep'..."

“………………Is there such a thing?”

Although Toyokawa Shoko knew Duanmu Huai's fame, she didn't have much idea about what Duanmu Huai was doing because she was not a fan.

"Besides, that image is so different from Xiao Ai."

“Ah, um…”

This is understandable. Just as Kurokawa Akane said, Duanmu Huai either plays a female ghost or a murderer in the movies, but on the stage she is an extremely holy saint. The difference between the two is indeed as far as the North Pole.

If Duanmu Huai wore a black Gothic dress and put on some weird smoky makeup, people might even guess whether he was going to be a band killer or something like that…

"Look, I'll tell you."

Compared to others, Duanmu Huai was quite proud at this moment.

"You don't need to care about what these guys think. As long as you beat them to a pulp, they will naturally kneel down and sing "Conquer" to you. Look, isn't this the best portrayal?"

“Ah, um…”

Facing Duanmu Huai's sophistry, Toyokawa Shoko's expression was quite complicated. After all, the facts were there. The major media that criticized them yesterday turned around and sang praises for them today. There were even many viewers who spontaneously defended them, saying that if they didn't use this special form to appear, they probably wouldn't be able to reach the current popularity. They also said that the organizers did a good job of hyping it up this time!

His expression was completely different from what he had shown yesterday when he scolded the organizers as dogs kneeling for money and power.

"So, shall we follow the plan next?"

"Of course. Do you think I will give them a chance to turn things around?"

Duanmu Huai threw the phone aside and snorted.

“It’s time to hold a special concert!”