"Actually... there's another way."
After a mont of silence, Mokaka suddenly spoke.
"What way?"
Yun You asked instinctively.
"Do you rember my 'ability'?"
Mokaka turned her head, her gaze directed towards the "singing stage" at the very center of the camp not far away.
Ever since she was changed by Tian En's letter, Mokaka dismantled most of her personal belongings and transford them into drones to help the civilians.
But except for that aerial stage, she never touched it.
"Since my singing can urge people to do good and eliminate resentnt in their hearts... could it have so special effect on the Alef creatures composed of resentnt and negative emotions?"
"Even if it can't directly disperse it, it should weaken so of its abilities, right..."
Honestly speaking, the first thought that ca to Yun You's mind upon hearing this thod was "unreliable".
What a powerful existence the Alef creatures are! Even just a projection is not sothing mortals can match.
Trying to subdue it with this thod is simply child's play!
But after a bit of thought, Yun You felt it might be worth a try.
After all, Mokaka's musical talent is no joke, and she has been blessed by a certain "God", just like Aurora Miles, who was blessed by the two-headed bird monster.
Perhaps... the power of God might have a special effect on the Alef creatures.
But as she thought more, Yun You realized another problem.
"If our band is missing a mber, won't the power of the music be greatly reduced?"
She was naturally referring to Tian En.
The RTS band currently has four official mbers: the lead singer Yun You, the keyboardist, DJ, and producer Mokaka, the guitarist Yuanbao... and the bassist Tian En.
And Tian En's current state definitely doesn't allow him to play.
Even though so outsiders who don't understand music often make "bassist jokes", saying that the presence of a bass makes no difference in a song, in reality, this position is quite important.
Without the bass, Mokaka's compositions and this band are dood to be incomplete.
Moreover, with Mokaka's previous pursuit of perfection, would she really allow her perfectly crafted band to perform rashly when short-handed?
"Well, there's no... choice."
Mokaka lightly bit her lip and shook her head vigorously.
"I am now the leader of the camp, and I have to be responsible for these hundreds of people who believe in . As long as they can live, it doesn't matter what happens to the band!"
Hearing this, Yun You's eyes showed a trace of relief.
The Mokaka of today is no longer the immature little girl of the past.
She has finally transford into a true leader.
"I'll follow your arrangents."
Yun You reached into her pocket and took out a microphone equipped with rabbit-ear LED lights, grinning.
This was the lead singer's microphone that Mokaka had previously given her.
Taking out the microphone symbolized Yun You's acceptance of Mokaka's plan and her willingness to help her carry it out.
"Thank you."
Without superfluous words, Mokaka softly said thank you, took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back onto the stage.
"Boom—"
With the sound of a dull mixed tone ringing out on the stage, Mokaka once again began her performance.
The cheerful sound of the piano soon followed.
Seeing this, Yuanbao beside her also reacted quickly, took out his guitar, and joined in the performance.
And Yun You, too, took up the microphone, awaiting her cue to sing.
As for the citizens, they all raised their heads, anticipating the arrival of the music.
They had witnessed Mokaka's musical power before, a power capable of changing hearts...
And now, at this precarious mont of survival, the cheerful music might also be their only solace.
However, as the music grew louder, people also noticed that Mokaka's musical style seed to have undergone so small changes...
Previously, although her music had the effect of urging goodness and was very pleasant, it always contained so disharmonious notes within the composition.
Yun You knew what these notes were because they were evidence of Mokaka being blessed by a deity.
Perhaps because the God's aesthetic was completely different from Mokaka's, when blessing her, the God liked to add elents they liked to the girl's compositions, and endowed them with special power.
Of course, Mokaka knew these notes would disrupt the overall harmony of the composition, but back then, she lacked confidence in herself and had no awareness of resisting divine intervention, so even though those compositions left her dissatisfied, she could only tell herself that the compositions revised by God were truly perfect, it was just that she and others couldn't appreciate them...
But now, she is no longer confused, she has clear goals and ideals.
Mokaka no longer listens passively to the voices in her ears; she believes her music can create miracles too.
So she eliminated all disharmonious notes, staying true to her heart, and for the first ti in her life perford music that was entirely her own.
"It really sounds great, even better and more harmonious than before..."
People thought in unison.
Even Tian En in his tent couldn't help but close his eyes, carefully appreciating the beautiful lodies in the composition.
"Mokaka, she really has changed..."
Tian En quietly thought to himself, inadvertently sighing.
...
The lody, accompanied by Yun You's singing, gradually elevated the intense atmosphere to a climax.
And in the distance, the Karma Remnant Buddha, after hearing the song, actually stopped walking...
"It's working... it's working!"
Mokaka's eyes widened, her beautiful blue-green pupils shimring with hope.
"It's stopped, it has stopped!"
anwhile, beneath the high-raised foot of the Karma Remnant Buddha, a woman holding a baby also opened her eyes wide, blankly staring at the colossal foot just a few miles from her.
This was the very woman who had previously discussed with Yun You... sworn to be loyal to Mokaka for the rest of her life, yet later abandoned the girl.
The refuge that she painstakingly found was crushed under the Buddha's foot, and she frantically tried to escape back to Mokaka's camp...
But the Karma Remnant Buddha still caught up with her.
Just as she was despairing and awaiting death, the moving song rose once more, forcibly freezing the Buddha's step in the air, effectively saving her life.
"Alive... I survived...!"
She muttered to herself.
"Wah~"
The baby in her arms cried, pulling her thoughts back to reality.
Instinctively, she glanced back at Mokaka on the distant stage, feelings of guilt surfacing in her heart.
"I'm sorry, Lady Mokaka... I really shouldn't have left you..."
"If given the chance in the future, I will repay you, I swear..."
The woman silently vowed in her heart.
But just then, she suddenly noticed that the giant shadow beside her seed to have shrunk slightly.
"...?"
Instinctively, she looked up, horrified to find the Karma Remnant Buddha had moved once again.
The massive foot, along with the Lotus Platform, rcilessly descended, stamping heavily on the ground behind her.
"What...?"
"Wasn't it already... stopped? Why would it... co down?"
The woman thought blankly, but couldn't think of anything.
She instinctively tried to move her feet, but the next mont, a red thread appeared at her waist, then quickly expanded, finally forming a ring that completely severed the connection between her upper and lower body.
No, it wasn't a thread; it was a cut.
The woman was cleaved in half.
And, perhaps due to the influence of the singing, the formation of the cut was slower than before, taking a full half minute to completely sever the flesh and bone.
The woman clearly felt the pain of her body being cut.
She wanted to scream, but with a partially severed lung, she couldn't utter a complete word, only producing a "hah hah" sound.
"My child... my child..."
In her last monts, she wanted to hold her child.
But when she exhausted her strength to pick up the swaddling, pulling back the cover...
She despairingly found her child was also cut open... and more thoroughly, sliced vertically from head to toe.
The Karma Remnant Buddha makes no distinctions.
Guilty or innocent, elder or child, in his eyes, they are all rely pitiful beings in need of "exorcism".
The Buddha feels neither joy nor sorrow, the Buddha will ultimately fulfill his causality.
The Imasurable Calamity, the endless cutting, will never cease.
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