Chapter 037: The Northern Sea Does Not Weep

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After sorting out the script and a brief discussion, he put on his headset and tidied up his appearance. Soon, the livestream resumed.

At this moment, amidst the chaos in Beihai, the enormous screens on various buildings began to display the figures of Le Xiaotian and Chen Fang.

With his expression composed, Le Xiaotian spoke into the microphone, “Fellow citizens of Beihai, remain calm in the face of crisis. Do you really think you can escape by running now? Have you not noticed? If you don’t quiet down, there will only be more people trampled and killed.”

In the monitoring room, Director Tang, Li Hongmei, Zhao Dezhu, and others were collectively dumbfounded.

Brother Xiaotian’s attempts at comfort always seemed to plunge people into despair. It was as if he wasn’t trying to reassure anyone at all, but rather wishing for their demise.

Judging from images streaming in from all over Beihai, the city had fallen into utter chaos.

All major airports were surrounded, and there was no privileged passage for the elite—everyone was treated equally.

Moreover, at the Empress’s command, women and children were given priority to evacuate, while men were instructed to stay back.

Car horns blared in the streets, but the roads had long since become impassable, with no vehicles able to get through.

Some elderly people, or those of open heart, chose not to leave their homes, quietly waiting for the end.

Few can remain composed in the face of death.

At this time, Le Xiaotian continued on the hundreds and thousands of enormous screens, “To verify my words, Her Majesty the Empress has specially sent Dr. Chen Fang here, on my right. She is a weapons expert, with experience in martial devices. She will now explain things to us.”

Speaking into the microphone, Chen Fang appeared quite calm. “Fellow citizens of Beihai, please don’t panic. Brother Xiaotian is right—do not be alarmed. If you wish to evacuate, please do so under the guidance of professionals: police, agents, martial police, or martial engineers.”

Yet, the appearance of Chen Fang, touted as a weapons expert, did little to ease the situation in Beihai.

After all, experts’ words are usually just nonsense—nine times out of ten, they’re not accurate.

Pulling up information and projecting it onto the screen, Chen Fang did her best to fulfill her duty. “The root of your fear is simply a lack of understanding about martial devices. While my main research is in various weapons, I’ve also studied martial devices. Especially this advanced three-star martial device: the Crystal Violin, which I have researched for several years.”

Pointing to the structural diagram on the screen, Chen Fang explained, “Weapons, broadly defined, are anything capable of inflicting harm. Martial devices, meanwhile, include weapons but also differ from the fourteen main categories of weapons. The Crystal Violin General Ying commands belongs to the class of objects. It’s called a martial device because it can use a special energy called martial force as its power source, but it can also function without martial force. That’s why it ranks so highly among martial devices.”

Listening to Chen Fang’s explanation, the citizens of Beihai wailed in despair.

“Wuwu, the Empress has surely abandoned us—see, you can’t trust the experts!”

“I know how powerful martial devices are! Get to the point already!”

“Move aside, she just wants us to calm down. If we believe her, we’ll die without even knowing how!”

Those who supported Chen Fang or still believed in the Empress were far too few—their voices instantly drowned out by the overwhelming tide of panic.

Chen Fang continued on the livestream, “Simply put, everyone knows that vibration is one of the nine fundamental properties of the universe. All things are constantly vibrating and changing—that’s the true essence of dance. The classic ‘Water Has No Name’ opens with: Water can be called water, but it’s not true water; a name can be named, but it’s not a true name. Water is the origin of heaven and earth, string is the mother of all things. Think of it this way: we are all composed of one-dimensional energy strings with spiritual resonance.”

“In summary, everything is frequency. Different frequencies create different forms—from galaxies down to particles. Frequency is the number of periodic changes completed per unit of time; sound is just one kind of wave phenomenon. Each of us carries billions of frequencies within us. Our bodies remain stable only because our organs vibrate in regular patterns. The frequency we often refer to is our natural frequency.”

“For mortals, the audible sound range is from 20 to 20,000 Hz. Anything below 20 Hz we call infrasonic, which matches the frequencies of many of our organs. Using resonance to alter the billions of frequencies in an object—this is the principle of martial devices. But they’re not just simple infrasonic weapons; they can also break physical laws and launch directional ultrasonic string cannons.”

Le Xiaotian summed up, “To put Dr. Chen’s words simply, martial devices can attack in all directions, or strike specifically, even attack across dimensions. If you don’t understand these frequencies, you won’t even be able to run.”

Hearing his “comfort,” many desperate Beihai residents burst into tears as they tried to flee.

In the Lotus TV monitoring room, the staff were utterly exasperated. It was over—hopeless.

But Le Xiaotian quickly steadied himself, “However, the key issue now lies with General Ying. As long as we control General Ying, we control the martial device. Meanwhile, Her Majesty the Empress began deploying rescue operations as early as this afternoon. Right now, armies from Wuchuan, Dalan, Yunluo, and other regions—fleets, jets, carriers, destroyers, warships, tanks—are all rushing to our aid. There’s truly no need to worry.”

Chen Fang supplemented, “The Crystal Violin in General Ying’s hands, if it launches a maximum-power attack, has an effective lethal radius of three thousand kilometers. However, it requires a massive source of martial force. Without a transcendent martial artist, its power will be greatly reduced—possibly not even reaching five hundred kilometers.”

“At the same time, the general’s side must also consider how to avoid killing their own forces through resonance. From what I understand, they can only manage between ten and fifteen attacks; each one has a maximum effective lethal radius of three hundred kilometers, and the directional string cannon can be used no more than ten times with a three-kilometer width and a length of one thousand kilometers.”

In the monitoring room, everyone collectively spat blood.

Chen Fang and Le Xiaotian were truly a perfect disaster of a pair—what kind of consolation was this?

Ten attacks, each with a three-hundred-kilometer radius—if they struck different places, wouldn’t the entirety of Beihai be obliterated?

Even the directional string cannon would destroy nine-tenths of Beihai.

Assigning this task to these two—utterly hopeless.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the wailing of Beihai rose anew. It was over—completely over.

Just then, Le Xiaotian began to play various supportive messages, “There’s no need for worry—look! Wuchuan calls: Beihai, don’t cry; the capital calls: Beihai, don’t cry; Hangzhou calls: Beihai, don’t cry; Yunluo calls: Beihai, don’t cry.”

Watching these images, and footage of the mobilized forces from all over Fama, the people of Beihai felt a bit more at ease.

No one knew why the Empress hadn’t imposed a blockade—perhaps she simply couldn’t. Still, her iron-fisted measures were certainly effective.

At this moment, Le Xiaotian’s tone grew more forceful. “Truly, there’s no need to worry. Just wait calmly for rescue. Now, let’s connect live with General Ying.”