Wasteland Echoer

"Li Hefeng is very special. Maybe I am ignorant, but this is indeed the first time I have heard this special way of calling names. You know, we are [soldiers] of the Sogra Guard, and there are not many Time spent reading, and a lot of time fighting the Heartless and the Lost," Wright said, shrugging.

"You can understand it as a code name, or a title. Just like the 'Singer' Lotta II, the 'Fool' Carter I, and the 'Berserker' Frederick V of the Pusius Empire. Of course, He Feng and I are not emperors, just ordinary people living in the wasteland world. No," Li shook his head and sighed.

Then, he stretched out his rough right hand covered with age spots and scars, stroked Feng's head lovingly, and said:

"We are not even human beings, we are just lost people who have been despised by mankind. Mr. Wright, as a member of the army, you should have taken some sociology and history courses. I remember that when I was twenty years old, I was lucky enough to sneak into the cloth I studied at a university in Riblis for almost a year, but was eventually kicked out by my tutor. He accidentally discovered my identity as a Lost One."

"Well, this should be normal. But your mentor should still protect you. I admire those academic people who can abandon their race and position just to pursue the true truth and explore the scientific truth. ." Wright said with emotion.

"Maybe. My mentor is bald and slightly obese, but he has very high attainments in economics, history and sociology. After all, the Zine Empire has been trying to restructure order for five hundred years, but it still cultivates He created a group of human beings who did not pay much attention to fighting and military affairs and did not live simply for survival. But he finally went to see the Lord and the Creator." Li said, showing an unknown smile.

"Executed?" Wright muttered.

"That's right, because I killed him with my own hands. I know he was torn between reporting my identity to the city committee to avoid being punished, or secretly protecting me, who is endlessly curious about knowledge and can even perfectly integrate into human society. "Do you know, Wright?" Li narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered:

"When I used the ability of [Dream Builder] to create a closed area, I could enter and exit freely, but he could not. It was like a creature from the four-dimensional space descending into the three-dimensional world. But I exerted an influence on his spirit, Let him always think that he is researching a topic in the library. Then I built a sharp weapon, like the arm of a mantis, which can be regarded as a bone blade evolved by many unintentional people. I used it to pierce the heart of my mentor, but His wise brain was not touched. After all, the greatest organ of human beings is the brain, even if the brain told them this sentence."

Crazy, really crazy.

But this is the first person I have seen who can describe the behavior of getting rid of his mentor in order to protect himself so fresh and refined.

"Speaking of which, the lost...are all lunatics? Or, are they all potential mental patients?" Wright accidentally spoke out what was in his heart.

As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth. Wright felt nervous about this, but as Li laughed heartily, he relaxed instantly.

"Hahaha. It's really interesting. Lost people, lost people, aren't lost people just sick people? Yes, we are sick, and the illness is not serious, so humans will count us as a brand new and Your hostile race. Aren't the carbon-based creatures living in this wasteland world, the creatures that are conscious, able to create tools and use tools to transform nature, all in a state of crazy 'sickness'?" Li proposed an idea. Tough questions that fall under the category of philosophy.

"How do you understand the 'sick' state?" Wright asked doubtfully.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Li seemed to notice something and said apologetically:

"I'm busy discussing with you the philosophical issues that need to be communicated before divination. I haven't asked you to sit down yet. Please sit down. This desk is not too big, but it has two chairs at least. This is the desk I brought from Chekavsk before. A few guys from the legion sold it to us, and the fee was just a bowl of steaming soup noodles. In the face of survival, human beings are actually very humble."

As Li said that, he pulled out a new, red-painted chair from under the oak desk and couldn't tell what kind of wooden material it was made of, and sat down on it.

Wright was not polite. He subconsciously imitated Li's movements and quietly pulled out his seat and sat directly opposite Li.

"We talked about 'sickness' just now, right? My point of view is that all intelligent creatures, including the sequential gods included in the god system, the gods of the past, and even the legendary evil gods, They are all 'sick'." Li subconsciously rubbed the black leather notebook on the table and said:

"The noble humans have the 'slavery disease', and they like to play with lower-level humans. And most humans have the 'greed' disease, living greedily and fighting greedily. And the lost ones have the 'confusion disease', and most of them don't know who they are. What is our mission and what we should do. So many of us are just engaging in meaningless battles with you as opposing enemies. In fact, in most cases, it is not a last resort. We usually do not eat you humans or drink them. Your blood. After all, the more our behavior is closer to wild beasts, the closer we will be to losing our minds, and then being completely controlled by the burning fluid, degenerating into a heartless person."

"Then according to what you said, what disease...is the god suffering from?" Wright asked curiously.

Li did not answer immediately, but stared at Wright for three seconds, then nodded first, then shook his head, then raised the corners of his mouth and said:

"The disease of arrogance. Gods can overlook all humans and the lost, but so far, no gods have come to save us in the wasteland. Maybe Wright, I smell a strong breath of magic power from you. If If possible, in the future, after you have obtained all the sequence cores and passed the test of becoming a demigod and a god, you must look down at this miserable world. Once upon a time, a writer from the Gaolu Province of the Putua Federation I wrote the book "Misery of Humanity", expressing my feelings about the humans who have been abandoned by the gods, and the world that will soon be abandoned by the gods. I suggest you read it when you have time, Mr. Wright, it is very interesting."

"I... can read it, but can we get to the point, which is divination." Wright reminded.

"Oh, of course, we did talk a lot more." Li smiled sheepishly.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up with a little difficulty on crutches, and with the help of the wind, he went to the gap above the books on the middle layer of the five-story bookshelf and groped for a while.

Not long after, a box slightly larger than a palm appeared in his hand.

Wright turned his head and looked. On the surface of the box, there was an inconspicuous purple monster pattern with tentacles. In addition, the word "Tarot Cards" was handwritten in twisted Zine Empire language and West Continent Common language. .

Wright vaguely remembered reading in the book "The Afterglow of Crusted" that the currently popular tarot cards with twenty-two results in this world were summarized and promoted to the cultural field by Ivan XXII.

Just as he was recollecting the contents of the book, Li had already turned away from the wind, sat back on the chair, and put the pen, ink and black leather notebook back into the desk drawer. He opened the box containing the Tarot cards and took out the Tarot cards inside. Twenty-two cards were pushed in front of Wright.

"Before saying what you want to divination, shuffle the cards first. Of course, when shuffling the cards, you can call the gods you believe in in your heart, which will increase the accuracy." Li smiled.

"All right."

Wright stretched out his hands and placed a black tarot card in his hands.

He glanced at the edges of the Tarot cards, which glowed golden in the dim light, and began to shuffle and cut the cards. Just like before playing Landlords in the previous world, I deliberately folded them and washed them twice before placing them in the center of the desk.

"I want to divine my future, yes, only the future." Wright's tone was full of determination.

"Don't care about the past, don't you focus on the present?" Li asked.

"The past was confusing, and the present is painful and difficult, so I want to find some comfort in the future." Wright replied.

"Then, let's draw one, just one." Li pointed at the card with his old finger and said:

"But you must be pious and don't have distracting thoughts. After all, this is an existence that can communicate with gods."

Wright nodded, took a deep breath and let it out.

Immediately afterwards, he silently recited the name of the goddess of light in his heart, stretched out his right hand and drew one card from the twenty-two cards.

Immediately, Li turned the card over.

The content of this card is different from the tone of the tarot cards that Wright had been exposed to in the previous world.

In the dim picture is a pale man with a solemn face. He is holding a book in his hand. Various monsters, including skulls, tentacle monsters, eye monsters and tongue monsters, appear behind him from the book.

"Serial number 21, the world. It's still in the right position." Li picked up the tarot cards and explained:

"Perseverance will lead to success, and the door waiting for you will always be open for you. Whatever you think in your heart and the dreams you insist on will eventually come true. As long as you work unremittingly and move towards your inner goal Go on, don't be afraid of difficulties, don't be afraid of difficulties, and don't lose confidence because of the loneliness during the journey, then you will succeed. Congratulations, Wright, the god you believe in has affirmed you."

In other words, as long as you persevere, you can successfully survive various crises, go to Silent Highlands to meet the "Daughter of Tool Yuan", and then successfully prevent the "Blood Ritual". Even one day in the future, he can become the master of the crimson wasteland world, the controller of the gray extraordinary mist, the controller of the scarlet magic source power, the owner of the Sune Empire, the protector of the human world, and the fifth era. The opener?

Is there really any hope that the "beautiful future" that Migov Hospital was dreaming about in a confused way will become a reality?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Wright's face, a smile that was proud, full of hope, and even filled with infinite longing.

"This is the meaning of the world card. So, I think Mr. Wright, you don't need to be confused about the future anymore. I heard that big man Mr. Brett said before that you lost a team member when you came here. In fact, you are disappointed. Those who empathize with humans, and many of us have full human emotions. I can feel your anger, helplessness, and even some despair lingering around your body. But..."

In front of Wright, Li stood up neatly.

He waved his right hand vigorously.

Suddenly, Wright felt an icy wind that seemed to be blowing from the ice sheet sliding past him.

Then, Li opened his left hand and waved it with the same movement and posture.

This time, what Wright felt was a hot summer breeze mixed with cool breath.

But the next second, his vision was completely enveloped by an inexplicable thick fog.

The fog simply did not exist for long. After only two or three seconds, the thick fog dispersed as if it had been peeled away, and what appeared in front of Wright was a green, spring-filled environment.

"What did you see? Mr. Wright." Li's heavy, distorted violin sound suddenly appeared behind Wright.

He seemed to realize something and did not look back. Instead, he stood up from the chair and stared at everything in front of him.

This is a prairie, on a prairie.

The endless green fields seemed to be in a state of uncontrolled growth.

Moreover, the location where he was standing was a cliff, or a "natural platform" that was only a dozen meters above the grassland in sight.

Wright closed his eyes briefly and breathed in the air of the green realm tentatively.

The strange thing is that the air here is unusually sweet and seems to have a high oxygen content. It also has the freshness after rain and the fragrance of earth.

Wright opened his eyes again and looked at the boundless wilderness.

This time, a lake glowing with golden light under the golden sun appeared at the end of the field of vision.

No ships sailed, no animals set foot, just a piece of water with subtle ripples, and a sun that gradually turned orange.

At this moment, his mind suddenly flashed back to the "MB-001: The Burning Sun" he had seen in his dream when he was briefly imprisoned by the security team because of his hot pot in the city of Sugra. The sun that can melt everything and devour everything.

"What did you see?" Li's voice came from behind Wright again.

After taking a deep breath, Wright said in an extremely firm tone:

"The sun, the grassland, the lake, and... hope."

"That's right. Haha."

Li's hearty laughter suddenly appeared behind Wright. From near to far, it became ethereal and quickly fell silent.

"Snapped!"

As the sound of snapping fingers passed by Wright's ears, the grasslands, lakes and sun in front of him became fragmented like a glass mirror being broken.

Wright suddenly felt an extreme falling sensation.

Then, after the feeling of falling reached its extreme, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"I, am I still in the room?"

Wright said in surprise, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked doubtfully at the surrounding space that had become a little brighter.

"That's right, Mr. Wright." [Dream Constructor] Li sitting opposite him showed a kind smile.

"It seems that what I built for you is a beautiful dream. But that place actually exists. And, Mr. Wright," Li stood up tremblingly, pointed to the door that opened at some point with a broken wooden crutch, and said:

"The rain has stopped. It should be two o'clock in the afternoon now. The big man Mr. Brett came in just now and said that you should leave at half past four. Go to the right place and drive along the road to Donusk, which is not far away. Urban ruins.”