This time, I won't be the devil.

After confirming this, the mayor agreed to make a broadcast to inform the public of part of the truth, and the announcer was naturally Stella again.

In order to prevent the city from losing order, they lied that the typhoon was level 15 and that people could save their lives by taking shelter.

Stella also explained the plan to repair the Wall of Wind and called on all citizens to unite and defend their homeland together.

Last night, it was under her guidance that many residents were able to successfully take refuge, and her reputation was greatly enhanced.

When lives are at risk, people tend to lose their minds, but on the basis of surviving, no one wants to see their houses and property destroyed by the typhoon. This is the reason why Frey made up this lie.

In the end, they gathered a total of 20 people who were above level 16 and could play music.

Among them are many people with special identities. For example, Frey noticed a red-haired female knight named Erica wearing a mask through identification. She said she could play the piano.

Judging from her dress, she should be a tourist from the Kingdom of Kahn in the north, which worships the God of Fire.

Santiago and 20 performers practiced the music all night, and during this time, Stella continued to encourage all the citizens.

In this way, time came to noon of the next day.

According to the latest calculations, the typhoon will make landfall around 8 p.m., and the Fengling Festival will be held at 2 p.m.

Frey's bottom line was that if the Wall of Wind God had not been successfully repaired by 6 o'clock, they must evacuate by boat immediately. For this purpose, he had already carried his boat to the ground and hidden it in advance.

After the last large passenger ship left, the port was blockaded, leaving only a few federal military ships.

At this time, everyone else went to the stage to prepare, only the monitor Neo was still sitting in front of the console, staring at the screen nervously, collecting data and recording it with a pen.

"Aren't you leaving?" Frey asked.

[I will stay until the end to record this disaster. The data will be useful for future research.]

Although the mayor agreed to let Neo board the military ship, given his strength, staying until the last moment would inevitably risk his life.

After seeing Neo's will, Frey handed him a plan.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the huge open-air stage in the central square was packed, and many people without seats were crowded on the side of the road to watch.

Tens of thousands of people gathered around the square, and the remaining citizens went to the projection devices located throughout the city to watch.

The broadcasting and projection devices throughout the city were activated at the same time, and the consumption of magic stones was huge, but at this time no one cared about the cost.

Thus, amid the anticipation of all residents in the city, this simple Fengling Festival kicked off.

"Let the wind lead you, and listen to the wind sing."

"Retelling the eternal story, the poet begins to sing. Do the gods know that another autumn has come to the world..."

After the bard's recitation, the music began with a burst of rapid and powerful drum beats.

Led by Santiago, the festival was mainly performed with Kojima's original instrumental music.

While playing the organ, Didoris used her bard skills to mobilize the rhythm and emotions of the whole audience.

Stella sang a melodious and solemn hymn, Frey played the bamboo flute, and Noelle, who had just learned to play the flute, also came on stage. She tried her best to follow Frey's tone.

Despite being short-staffed and everyone being exhausted from pulling an all-nighter, they still managed to work together.

The sound of music was like the singing of the wind, caressing every audience member, and finally turning into thousands of winds, reaching the blue sky.

Seeing that the performance on the stage was going on normally, hope emerged in the hearts of all the citizens.

But the Wall of the Wind God did not change at all.

As time goes by, people's emotions gradually change from expectation to anxiety, and then from anxiety to disappointment.

At 4 p.m., the last song was finished, but the Wind God still did not respond.

As the typhoon approached, cumulonimbus clouds once again blocked out the sunlight, shrouding the entire city in gloom and darkness.

Everyone's mood dropped to the bottom, and the square was dead silent.

At this moment, the shrill alarm sounded throughout the city again.

Neo turned on the radio and used the Arcane Blade to play the voice that Frey had recorded in advance:

"The typhoon's winds are getting stronger! If this continues, the city will sink..."

When the news of the impending doomsday was announced, the citizens were stunned at first with expressions of disbelief.

But as if to prove this point, a strong wind suddenly blew up at the scene.

Then, rain began to fall from the sky without paying attention to the mood.

The bad news came too suddenly, and the huge gap from hope to despair devastated everyone's heart.

Soon, the sound of the first raindrop falling ignited the silent city.

Everyone was in chaos, and some people ran towards the port like crazy.

But the port had been blocked, and everyone understood this. Those who rushed out were just struggling in vain, driven by fear and the desire to survive.

More people stayed where they were. Some were stunned and unwilling to accept reality, while others were making a fuss and releasing their emotions.

It's over, it's over!

We have been abandoned by the Wind God!

"It's over!" A guy in the crowd who was over level 16 knelt on the ground and shouted.

"it's not finished yet!"

Stella on the stage picked up the microphone and shouted loudly.

"The festival music has ended, but my song has just begun!"

"Everyone, don't give up. As long as you can convey your voice to the Wind God, you will be saved!"

In the square where the rain was pouring, in the air of despair, Stella began to sing alone.

Through the broadcast and projection, her singing voice spread to every corner of the city.

Stella sang "Binary Star," her debut song and the song she's most proficient at.

After Stella began to sing, Frey put down his flute and picked up the guitar to accompany her.

On the stage, other musicians also picked up their most proficient instruments and started playing again.

And under the stage, the ones who responded were the 3000 little stars who participated in the rescue operation. They waved their glow sticks and began to cheer for Stella.

Among them were the four girls from the band they had helped, Lost Star.

Frey had already given the little stars a general account of the kidnapping and made one point to them:

Stella could have left, but she chose to stay in order to save them.

It should be said that all the residents of the city understand this. After all, the scene of Stella jumping off the harbor has become front-page news.

They may not trust the government, but they are willing to trust the girl who took the initiative to stay and help them.

In the face of the current desperate situation, they can only believe.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult for people to stand steadily. Everyone felt the fact that the typhoon was approaching with their own bodies.

And at this moment, the final recording sounded on the radio:

"Those who don't want to die, swear in your heart!"

"As long as I can be saved, I will believe in the Wind God for the rest of my life!"

This is Frey's real plan.

What unites millions of people is not love and dreams, but something more common - the fear of death.

At this moment, facing the threat of death, the beliefs of all the residents in the city came together.

Together with Stella on the stage, they cried out from the heart.

As the performance progressed, the stage was gradually divided into two parts.

On the right is the traditional instrumental school represented by Santiago and Didoris.

On the left is the trendy rock group represented by Frey and Stella.

And below the stage, there were countless audiences waving their glow sticks desperately.

By now, the ceremony no longer had a fixed format, and everyone tried to convey their voice to the wind god in their own way.

In the heavy rain, Stella was already wet all over. Her gorgeous performance clothes were soaked, and her carefully groomed long hair was wet and turned into clumps of hemp rope.

But she still didn't stop singing.

A powerful spotlight shone on her, and the heavy rain caused the light to scatter. Stella was shrouded in translucent light and shadow, and there was a shadow of her in every drop of rain around her.

The pink hair on her head turned white under the rain, which was its original color.

While singing, Stella asked the Muse:

If you really love humanity and your people, why are you so reluctant to respond?

Do you want to watch this city being destroyed by the typhoon?

Time passed little by little, it was 5 o'clock, 5:5, 50:, and the typhoon was getting closer and closer.

The rain turned into drumbeats, and the sound of water was heard from all directions. From the direction of the ocean, there seemed to be sad whale songs. The animals in the deep sea had already sensed that the disaster was coming.

All creatures are crying out:

"Wind God, save us..."

As he played guitar, all sorts of thoughts came to Frey's mind.

He did not pray for God's mercy like others.

Frey had long understood that in the eyes of the gods, especially the Seven True Gods, human lives were not equal.

For special beings like heroes, as long as they shout, the gods will infuse them with power.

Ordinary people, even if they spend their entire lives calling out, will not receive a response from the gods.

In this world, only powerful souls can gain the favor of the gods, while the common people are nothing but ants and insects.

God may help bugs on a whim, but he will not try to understand bugs, let alone fall in love with them.

Therefore, although the gods will demonstrate their power through blessings and protection, and grant part of their power to their agents.

But to date, the gods have never spoken directly to humans.

Silence is the greatest contempt.