Live dismantling routines

"Thank you for the 'fighting spirit' brought to us by the Thrall team. Next, please enjoy the song presented by Ji Yanyu——Faith."

Standing behind the scenes, Ji Wenyuan saw through the gap several people on the stage carrying heavy musical instruments and walking down the stage.He stepped forward to stop the leader: "Saar, can I borrow your horn and drum?"

The man frowned and stared at him unkindly: "Ji Yanyu, what the hell are you trying to do?"

Ji Wenyuan said calmly as if he didn't feel his hostility: "I'm very sorry, I couldn't find a suitable instrument, so I had to ask you for help. Don't worry, I'll return it to you as soon as I step on the stage."

Sal looked at him with a sullen face for a while, then sneered, and put the drum set in his hand on the ground heavily: "Okay, I can borrow it from you, but you also need to be able to beat it loudly."

Ji Wenyuan thanked him, lifted the drum with difficulty and walked to the stage.

Thrall stood by and watched, and one of his teammates couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "Captain, why did you lend it to him? This Ji Yanyu..."

"My drum is made of the skin of a third-level alien beast. A fake second-level superhuman can't make a sound at all." Thrall said coldly, his eyes fixed on Ji Wenyuan's back.He didn't suppress his voice, and deliberately wanted Ji Yanyu to retreat in spite of the difficulties, but unfortunately, the man seemed deaf and unmoved.

Thrall's face became even uglier, and he snorted.

With great difficulty, Ji Wenyuan moved the drum to the center of the stage, gasped for a while while holding the drum stand, and then slowly stabilized his heartbeat.

He heard what Sal said, and knew that he actually meant well.Ji Yanyu was extremely unpopular in the army, but Thrall was one of the few people who didn't deliberately target him, and was also one of the few people who might lend him his instrument.

Ji Wenyuan stood still behind the drum set, raised his eyes and scanned the audience.

In the auditorium, hundreds of thousands of sergeants had expressions of mockery or indifference, and some of them closed their eyes and meditated without even wanting to look at him.At the very front, a handsome young man was sitting upright, smiling and looking at the stage.

Ji Wenyuan's eyes paused for a moment on him, and then slowly withdrew.

This young man is now the supreme ruler of the White Tower Federation, Marshal "Hodder Lyle", and today's performance is also held for him.

When he was the Speaker of the Norman Empire, the position of "Marshal" did not exist.In the beginning, the five supreme governing bodies checked and balanced each other, and no one dominated. However, the turmoil 20 years ago broke this balance. In the end, the "senator" of the Congress and the "commander" of the military department merged into one, and Became the "Marshal" today.

However, even in Congress, which had the lowest requirements for personal strength, the hidden standard for the chairman of the Senate was a seventh-level ability user, but this Marshal Huode was clearly only a sixth-level ability user.

Ji Wenyuan picked up the heavy drumstick, fixed his eyes, and slammed it down!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dense drumbeat sounded, like a rapid march in the dark night, and like the roaring artillery fire on the battlefield, it was unwavering, decisive and crisp.

Thrall's team members stared dumbfounded at the thin back on the stage: "How can he knock!"

"Isn't 'Faith' an a capella song? It's..."

"That's right! That beat has priorities, it's 'faith'!"

"He adapted it himself? Does he have the ability?"

……

Huo De raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, watching the man on the stage hit the drum with a tense face.He could see that this Ji Yanyu's physique couldn't meet the minimum standard for using this set of third-level drums, but his power-generating skills were rare and exquisite in the world, and he suddenly exploded with more than ten times the power—— But this is not without cost, this method will damage the muscles and bones, and when he finishes knocking out the stage, I'm afraid he can only go to the medical warehouse to soak.

The audience in the audience also looked at Ji Wenyuan in shock.

Because they were in the army, they didn't dare to talk nonsense, but the same doubts came to their minds: Is this really Ji Yanyu?

'Faith' is an old song handed down from the times of the Norman Empire, and it has been a classic for a long time.It is a very important song. If the singer is not strong-willed, can't pronounce the words clearly or can't understand the spirit of the song, he will never be able to show the charm of this song.

The reason why Ji Wenyuan chose to use this method was because Ji Yanyu's voice was indeed too soft, singing a love song had a special charm, but it couldn't match this song at all.His untrained vocal cords can't support the "change of sound". If Ji Wenyuan doesn't use his source power to forcibly transform his vocal cords, he won't be able to control his "faith" in a short time.

At the end of the long song, bruised and purple blood had begun to accumulate under the skin of Ji Wenyuan's arm covered by the military uniform.He forcefully knocked down the last syllable, closed his eyes and blinked off the dripping sweat, calmed down his breathing rhythm again, and pulled the loudspeaker microphone aside.

Everyone looked at him inexplicably.

Ji Wenyuan spoke slowly:

"The roar resounded over the battlefield

The abyss is illuminated by a fiery light

Great warriors dance on the tip of their knives

Defend glory with blood and bones

My faith is dedicated to every loyal soldier. "

There was an uproar!

"It's Admiral Kate's poem! What face does he have to adapt the quote!"

"This is too disrespectful to the ancestors!"

"It's really courageous, but he is the descendant of Chairman Ji... Hehe, he is qualified to use it."

"Actually, there is no problem. Isn't the 'faith' passed down from this poem?"

……

And when he recited this short poem on stage, what Ji Wenyuan recalled in his mind was the scene of the young man who had just become a general offering his poem with adoring eyes.

【"Your Excellency, Major General Kate asks to see you."

He opened his eyes, looked at the waiter who came to inform him, and said, "Then let him in."

Soon, a young man with short brown hair and light gray pupils was brought in.His expression looked extremely excited, and the joy in his eyes couldn't be suppressed no matter what.He saw the young man's lips trembling for a while, and suddenly bowed and took over a page of paper: "Senior Ji, I am your admirer! This is a poem I wrote for you, please read it!"

He took the paper, and a two-hundred-word hymn written in beautiful calligraphy appeared in his eyes.

"The roar resounded over the battlefield

'Abyss' illuminated by blazing fire

The greatest warrior holds frost

dancing on the tip of the knife

Defend glory with blood and bones

by……"

The final signature is: Kate Jiaaoye is dedicated to the patron saint of the empire, and to Ji Wenyuan, the greatest god of war in my heart.

He smiled, picked up the pen under the nervous eyes of the young man, and wrote under the signature: "My faith is dedicated to the empire and to every loyal soldier."

Passing the paper back to the young man, he said slowly: "The glory belongs to the empire."

The young man looked more and more excited and admiring, and he saw his own reflection in Kate's pale gray eyes—

A brilliant morning sun fell on the old man through the resplendent floor-to-ceiling windows of the palace, illuminating his wrinkled old face. 】

Now no one knows what the original version of the poem looked like.It was written on fragile paper, damaged by the erosion of the years, recorded by later generations with memory, and passed down.

Ji Wenyuan stepped off the stage and returned the drum to Sal.

Sal looked at him differently from before he came to the stage. He struggled for a while, but couldn't help but said, "Actually, you don't need to read the last paragraph at all."

Ji Wenyuan smiled, but did not speak.

No one will ever know that the controversial scene just now came from the last mourning of the Norman Empire by a ghost 3000 years ago.

At the same time, the capital of Xingyao Empire.

A handsome man with a pair of phoenix eyes was standing on the top of a high-rise building, shielding the perception of the micro-surveillance mayfly robot with mental power, and looked at the heavily guarded biological research institute from a distance.

"The cutting-edge biotechnology of the top world... Hehe, I didn't dare to do it last time, so I have to appreciate it this time."