The Bai La Mountain region was polluted everywhere, filled with faint yet incessant metallic vibrations.
It was like a chronic ringing in the ears. Anyone who had to stay here for a long time had to learn to live with the metallic vibrations in their ears.
The sound also heightened their mental activity and improved their perception of supernatural forces. The price was that their wills became distorted to some degree.
It was this distortion of their wills that made the security personnel and believers alike so loyal and fanatical.
But just as they were about to prove their loyalty, they suddenly heard the Doctor's calm, even voice. He spoke slowly, word by word, sentence by sentence. His rational voice blended with the strange vibrations that filled every corner, becoming one with them.
The metallic vibrations even seemed to accompany his recitation of scripture.
In an instant, their hostility vanished.
The armed men, who had been filled with murderous intent, all went slack-faced. As the Doctor approached them head-on, they lowered their guns, and their tense bodies relaxed despite themselves.
They instinctively felt a mysterious reverence for the Doctor, who had spoken those words. There was even a sense of instinctive devotion.
Those who revered Buddha could not help but revere monks; those who honored God could not profane nuns.
They were constantly affected by the metallic vibrations, so they could not feel hostility toward the Doctor now.
Still, what remained of their orders and awareness kept them from completely forgetting their commands. The leader still clutched a walkie-talkie, struggling to raise it, as if he wanted to ask his superior what to do.
The Doctor keenly sensed his intentions, so he abruptly raised his voice another level. "I am the Mechanical Scripture Transmission, here to preserve the incense of