Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Naturally, this was something that was done after discussion between Lan Zao's band and DGM Visual. The Exodus members did that just to thank Bian Lang. This song and this show were opportunities that they had longed for but had never been able to get.

Even on the Blue Water Planet, for a niche music form like black metal, it is almost impossible to be on the show.

But now Bian Lang has given them this opportunity, and the band that might have disbanded before may very likely continue to exist after this.

As for the foreigners in the visual team, they just wanted to create a classic.

If it was just the previous plan, although it would still be a bit new to the Chinese audience, it would be just basic operation for them.

Now, replacing the protagonist's face with Bian Lang's is still not difficult technically, but the feeling presented by this creative idea is completely different. It is hard to say whether this video will spread all over the world as the song becomes popular!

After discussing with Liu Ziyang and obtaining permission, they used another set of materials during rehearsals and only played it during the official performance.

They were the only ones who knew about this, not even Niu Boyi knew.

So Niu Boyi's body shook subconsciously at this moment, and the extremely exaggerated expression on his face was completely real!

He then turned to look at Liu Ziyang, who had almost the same expression as him.

Because Liu Ziyang had only seen a small sample on his mobile phone before, and had no idea that the final effect would be so shocking.

As the "Bianlang" in the picture raised his hand in the thunder and lightning and made a metal salute with his right hand, accompanied by the devil whisper from the abyss of the green algae, he sang: "Let go of my people, I'll take them with me now..."

The fans in the audience felt like they were entering a strange brain orgasm!

They felt that Bian Lang was their emperor and their god! They would follow him from now on! They felt like the people kneeling at the feet of Bian Lang in the picture, so firm and pious!

They firmly believe that the real-life rock band is really capable of leading them to beat the metal band's drums all the way and break through the layers of capital suppression of rock music: "March to the border, March to the sea, Wander through the desert where my promise land could be..."

At this time, the people whose faces could not be seen clearly on the screen had stood up, making a metal salute with one hand, and walking forward while shouting.

In front of these people is a sandstorm, in which various monsters can be seen...

But these people had no intention of retreating. They rushed forward, making metal salutes with one hand and holding weapons with the other!

The "Bian Lang" in the painting tore off his cloak, revealing the black swallowtail electric guitar he had been carrying on his back. He flipped the guitar forward and the camera cut to a big special.

As soon as "Bian Lang" placed his left hand on the fingerboard, electric light began to circle around his fingertips.

With a pluck of the strings, the overloaded sound drew lightning down, electrocuting the monster that was at the front of the sandstorm into pieces.

"March to the border, March to the sea, Beyond the horizon there's a realm of the free..."

As the lyrics continued, the speed of playing "Bianlang" became faster and faster, and more and more lightning was drawn down...

The commander and the rafters stared at the stage blankly, their hearts feeling as if a thousand horses were galloping through their bodies!

Their idea before coming here was to contribute to the Chinese Rolling Stone movement, but who could have imagined that after all these years in the rolling stone industry, coming here would actually be such an eye-opening and absurd experience.

In the preparation room, Lao Zhao nudged Huang Kai with his elbow: "Kaizi, what is this?"

Huang Kai also looked at Lao Zhao with a puzzled expression: "You also watched the rehearsal, there was nothing like this!"

Lao Zhao understood instantly, stuffed the remaining Lanzhou cigarettes into Huang Kai's hands, put his arm around his shoulders and "comforted" him, "Bassist, stranger..."

At this time, Bian Lang was excited and was considering whether to practice his "black voice" for this CG. He didn't want to steal the limelight from Green Algae, but just wanted to leave a souvenir for himself.

Some musicians in the preparation room have realized that as long as the songs are produced by Bian Lang, the effect is somewhat different from other songs. They don't think it's unfair, they are just envious. After all, they are much better than those bands that didn't come.

Liu Xiaokui, who was stunned by the show, stood up and, like a middle school student, raised his hand to make a metal salute and sang the out-of-tune English lyrics: "March to the border, March to the sea, Wander through the desert where my promised land could be..."

At the same time, he was thinking to himself, “What about Wu Ya, Liu Xingwu, and those guys who claim that their MVs are awesome? When you see this, you’ll know what awesome means!”

Guo Sichu didn't have any big physical reaction, but the turmoil in his heart was no less than that of anyone else.

If this was a music video for a new song by a young idol, it wouldn't be that shocking. But this is a live performance by a rock band, so it's a work that's completely out of scope.

Looking at the band members who were still adjusting their body rhythms to the beat, Guo Sichu really felt that Bian Lang would definitely be a rock emperor in the future! And it was very likely that he would be at the level of an emperor of all ages.

As for the people present today, they may be the first group of believers who witness his path to the throne, and they will also be his fanatical followers in the future.

And she definitely has a place among these fanatics!

There’s no way, the personality that Bian Lang displays in rock music is so attractive!

After another chorus, there is a two-bar interlude, followed by the next verse: "People born to suffer, Under thrones and crowns, Bullets never pass you over, The tanks will crush you down..." (People were born to suffer under the throne, bullets will never forgive you, tanks will crush you down)

At this moment, the monsters on the stage that were electrocuted into pieces by the waves no longer reappeared. Instead, modern weapons emerged from the sandstorm!

Watching his people being shot by hot weapons on the way forward, "Bian Lang" was slightly stunned. His right hand left the fingerboard and grabbed his heart. Then the scene changed and switched to another vague memory.

Countless corpses and ruins were left on the battlefield. The hooded "Bian Lang" was walking like a zombie, in the ruins where flies, insects, snakes, rats were everywhere, and vultures and jackals were everywhere.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell to his knees. The "Metal Gift" pendant on his neck slipped out from the gap in his cloak and kept swinging in front of his chest.

The sight passed through the sunlight that came through the metal salute. After a brief burst of brightness, when the picture focused again, the shackled "Bian Lang" was being detained and kneeling in the main hall of a large stone temple building.

There was no one sitting right in front of him as he knelt, but a huge statue with a jackal head.

On the pink granite steps on both sides of the waves, the "nobles" in luxurious attire of various skin colors were holding golden wine cups and tasting the wine as red as blood.

They seemed to be timid as they spoke of their opinions on how to deal with "Bian Lang":

"We should hang this pagan on the capital of the Doric column in the temple, and let the gods use holy light to evaporate all the dirty blood from his body. We cannot allow any drop of this pagan's blood to pollute our land!"

"Yes, as long as her blood falls to the ground, this demon will be reborn one day! With those ant-like untouchables, they will pose a threat to us..."

This scene has been changing over time, from an Egyptian temple to a Byzantine dome, from the Vatican in Rome to a building somewhere in the United States.

The two people escorting "Bian Lang" changed from executioners at the beginning to soldiers holding M4s at the end. The clothes of the dignitaries on both sides also changed. In the end, all the dignitaries were dressed in suits and leather shoes. The only thing that remained unchanged was "Bian Lang" kneeling with his head bowed!

Even the jackal statue in front eventually turned into a sitting statue of Lincoln with an ape head...

The background music at this time is: "Nothing left in memory, No way to ease the pain, With righteous people suicided, Politicians gone insane..." (Nothingness left in memory, pain cannot be eased, righteous people choose to end their lives, and politicians play power games crazily!)

Music composer Yang Meng got in through an internal ticket from Rolling Stone. From the moment the CG appeared, she had a sense of déjà vu of playing a music game. It was not until "Bian Lang" turned into a wizard and played a real electric guitar to draw lightning and kill monsters that she suddenly thought, how cool would it be if this was really made into a music game?

And now, she felt that she had to discuss this idea with Bian Lang... Such awesome CGs were out, and she had also figured out the story line and gameplay of the game. As long as Bian Lang nodded, she would immediately resign and go to Crazy Scale's headquarters in Europe, taking the plan to put the production of this game on the agenda!

She felt that as long as she waited for the show to be broadcast, there would be many players who were as knowledgeable as she was and had the same demands as her.

At this moment, "Bian Lang", who had been kneeling with his head down, suddenly raised his head. The hood covering his face slipped back, and then he sang with a fierce look on his face: "Let go of my people, I'll take them with me now!"

Green Algae's satanic voice, combined with this scene, brought another climax to the fans at the scene!

Liang Yong's hair stood on end as he watched. From yesterday to today, these performances have refreshed his understanding of music variety shows time and time again.

And now, he feels that Zheng Zeting has made a lot of money!

He doesn't care how the song is, as he doesn't have much appreciation ability. But this live performance combined with 3D effects will undoubtedly be the biggest highlight!

If he was Zheng Zeting, and if White Dog added some promotional activities for VR glasses and gaming-related electronic products to this issue of its advertising output, the effect would be… "This time, it's really a big loss!"

As for the other spy, Tian Xiao, he had already begun to mourn for Blue TV: "Your so-called national-level music variety show, I'm afraid you won't dare to wear this hat again!"

He also felt that after what happened with Summer of the Band, the choreography of the top music variety shows would probably be in a state of chaos! And it would be in a state of chaos!

“March to the border, March to the sea, Wander through the desert where my promise land could be!”

When singing this chorus again, Lu Zao felt like he had become the leader of Bian Lang’s “people”, waving his fist and leading the fans to follow him all the way!

At this moment in the picture, "Bian Lang" has slowly stood up under the threat of the soldier's rifle butt. Just as he struggles to break the shackles, the picture quickly rewinds as if the rewind button was pressed.

Finally, the scene stopped at the battlefield, where "Bian Lang" put down his right hand that was grabbing his chest and placed it on the fretboard of the electric guitar again.

A special effect of sparks and lightning flashed by, and the original single-headed swallowtail harp turned into a double-headed bat harp. Moreover, the strings that had only electric light just now were faintly glowing with a red light like lava!

As the string of the "Border Demon King" fell like flying, not only lightning fell from the sky, but also flaming boulders!

In the fierce battle wind, the "Bian Mo Wang" holding a double-headed electric guitar danced wildly on the battlefield, the strings were like magic, and the singing sounded like bloodthirst, together with his people:

“March to the border, Beyond the horizon there's a realm of the free…”

Then the scene began to change again, with land battles, naval battles and even air battles constantly switching, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the double-headed electric guitar with black flames in "Bian Lang's" hand!

Seeing this, music composer Yang Meng began to think: "If this guitar is sold as a game prop, it wouldn't be too much to consider it an epic prop!"

Although most people's attention was attracted by the awesome visual effects, those "ear emperors" who were able to be distracted also expressed their affirmation of the performance ability of the Exodus band.

In particular, the voice actor of "Bian Lang" Lu Zao has basically refreshed many people's perception of the voice and singing style of female singers.

But if you think about it carefully, you will find that whether the female singer sings in a black voice or an old-fashioned Florida accent, it is actually the same concept as the female old male in Chinese Peking Opera...

Some people who know the inside story of the Rolling Stones are thinking: "Aren't the Rolling Stones going to form a double lead singer? I wonder what this person's real voice sounds like. If it's good, this is definitely the best candidate!"

As the picture changes again and again, the chorus is constantly being spit out from the green algae's throat like a marching formation!

"March to the border, March to the sea, March to the border, Beyond the horizon there's a realm of the free..." (March to the border, March to the sea, March to the border, the desert we pass through will become my promised land!)

The last sentence of "the free..." Green Algae dragged out the ending sound for a long time, matching the picture of victory in the war:

"Bian Lang" stood on a pile of dead bodies of soldiers and elites in suits and leather shoes, with a guitar slung over his shoulder, pointing to the sky with one hand, and led his blood-stained people to shout to the sky: "Freedom!"