Wasteland Echoer

"I pray for the blessing of the goddess of light!"

Wright's black eyes suddenly turned red, like the glow of the sky at night.

"I invoke the prayers of the Lord of the Night."

A hint of darkness flashed through Wright's red eyes, like the depths of the extremely dark universe, all shrouded in dark energy, with no possibility of light existing.

But then, it turned back to an extremely red state.

"Give me the power to scry, explore, and fight."

"Let me touch the monster!"

When he finished reciting all the spells, he felt that the red magic power in his body was filled to the extreme.

His body was like an active volcano, and the power surging in his body quickly reached an overflowing state and was about to burst out.

After taking a few deep breaths of the humid air mixed with the scent of decaying plants and animals, Wright opened his eyes and tried to push the three-meter-high glass door with his hands.

"Bump-bang!"

As he expected, the huge door in front of him was like a solid wall, as if it was made of steel and a series of strong alloys, and could not be pushed at all.

In fact, Wright could sense that the force he pushed just now was not too small. If it were in a normal world, such force would probably break the door on the spot, turning it into a pile of glass residue that was difficult to clean and could easily puncture your feet.

With the abundant red magic power surging, Wright did not rush to call out to the red-faced Hain.

After all, after using the "Oil Lamp of Hope" to enter the gray dream, the red-faced Hain almost never woke up again.

If you use up all your magic power to summon him, entering this huge machine that is a combination of a tower and an airship will create a lot of dangers out of thin air.

He was not in a hurry to use the extremely suppressive "Touch of Darkness" in combat. Instead, he tried his best to imitate the power of the red shield generated by the emergency situation before entering the lake.

Standing at the door, looking at the twisted space intertwined with various cold colors inside, red magic source power slowly poured out.

Not long after, two small shields, almost twice the size of Wright's arms, appeared on his wrists.

It was a shield made of pure red. The style was similar to that used by ancient European soldiers, but it was much smaller in proportion.

The shield is covered like a projection, with a double-headed eagle holding an iris in its beak.

In an instant, Wright suddenly had a name for this shield in his mind.

"Red Kite Eagle Shield, if you can use it many times in the future, I will call you this." Wright whispered with a smile.

Then, he raised his head slightly and returned his gaze to the glass door.

"After surging the magic source power, you have to answer mysterious questions, right? That's what Wende said just now. Since the magic source power is used, let me push it again and try." Wright thought.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, raised it slightly to ensure that the shield on his arm would not hinder him, and once again pushed the door with his hand and all his strength.

This time the door trembled quite a bit, as if a huge creature was moving around.

Just in the area where Wright's right hand came into contact with the door, a dark black line suddenly stretched out. If you look closely, it looked like the earphone used for a telegraph machine.

"Headphones? It seems that this lighthouse had a similar communication device in the early stages of construction? Otherwise, this sequence monster would not have created something it has never touched out of thin air."

Wright analyzed and did not stop the earphones, but allowed them to "wear" on both ears.

At first, there was a "sizzling" noise of electricity, and then, there was the "beep" sound of the telegraph machine.

In the incomplete memory fragments, Wright seems to remember that he participated in a telegraph usage learning course held by the Scots Legion, and that while in Chekavsk, Brett and Moros intentionally or unintentionally explained the contents of some individual telegraph messages.

But what Wright heard in the headphones was jumbled information that couldn't be associated with any letters or numbers.

However, the next second, Wright heard a soft female voice coming from the earphones.

"Welcome to the vicinity of MB-2000. If you want to enter the inside of the machine to detect me, you need to answer the following three questions as a test of your personality. The first two need to be answered yes or no, and the third needs to be answered within twenty Description. If you understand, please answer 'yes', otherwise please accept death."

"Ah, yes...yes." Wright replied with some stumble.

"Please listen to question one. God is great. He is an existence that overlooks everything and crushes everything. It is best for mortals not to take the initiative to touch Him and can only accept His gifts. Is this view correct?"

"Yes." Wright replied without hesitation.

After all, there are many similar narratives in "The General History of Socrates".

"The answer is correct." The soft female voice came again:

"Please listen to the second question. Human beings are born with wisdom, so they need to pursue pain. Only in this way can they reach confusion. Is this view correct?"

"Is it correct?" Wright held his chin with his left hand and thought:

"Human beings are born with wisdom. This should be a variation of the way of promotion in the magical world. Human beings are born with the 'wisdom' sequence core. I remember this very clearly. I remember the mechanical control body belonging to the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' in the dream. I was told about the order of the seven sequence cores. Rank 7 is wisdom, 6 is inspiration, and 5 is pain. If you are confused, it should be 1. In this way, it should be 'have wisdom to pursue inspiration, only in this way can you touch pain' Yes. This statement is wrong.”

"Wrong, no." Wright replied after careful consideration.

"Correct." The female voice said coldly.

Before Wright could breathe a sigh of relief and relieve his nervous heart that was beating wildly, a third question was quickly asked on the headset.

"Human beings by nature will explore everything and perceive everything as much as possible. In order to gain wisdom, they will engage in endless speculative activities. Discussions, debates and the search for truth come from a primitive impulse. What is this impulse? Please give an example."

"Exploring everything, finding out everything, speculation in order to gain wisdom, or is it a primitive impulse?" Wright repeated the question subconsciously.

He tried his best to mobilize the memories acquired in the two worlds, and tried hard to think about the philosophical books he had read in the previous world, the famous sayings of Hegel, Freud, Socrates, and Plato, as well as the content in this world. He has read "The General History of Socrates" and "The Afterglow of Crusted" in the world, and has only read a few words of "All Things in the Ancient World", "The Secret Book" and "The Holy Word".

But his brain was like a ball of boiling paste. The more he thought about it, the more he felt dizzy, like being hit by a hammer.

"Please answer as soon as possible. If the timeout expires, you will be automatically betrayed. The intruder will be punished with death." A cold female voice came from the earphones.

Immediately afterwards, Wright suddenly discovered that the giant glass door was slowly covered with a layer of blood.

He smelled the strong smell of blood and the bright red "dye" flowing down from above.

He suddenly felt like his body was trembling as if bound by ice, and his thoughts began to "escape" uncontrollably.

The bright red "dye" on the door gave him a sense of horror and fear, and depression, restlessness and panic began to quickly engulf his consciousness.

Then, he saw those red hands turn into two bright giant hands, scratching towards his throat.

"It's curiosity, it's curiosity. The most primitive impulse of human beings is curiosity. An example...an example is discovering and learning to use fire!"

"Inspiration" suddenly burst out in Wright's mind.

But this time, he no longer heard any female voices in his ears, including the messy telegraph sounds before.

The giant red hand and "dye" in front of him instantly dissipated in all directions, and the earphones turned into a pool of black powder, which was quickly blown away by the inexplicable breeze.

Immediately afterwards, after a dull sound of mechanical operation, the glass door in front of him disappeared, and the cold-toned chaotic space quickly stabilized, turning into a small room similar to an elevator.

"When you go in, don't panic, don't panic, but be vigilant."

Wright whispered silently and strode into the narrow room.

When he turned around and looked at the dissipating giant door, he was surprised to find that the outside world had turned into a chaotic area of ​​red and purple, as if the inside and outside were being exchanged.

Without thinking much, Wright finally took out the "Miming Gun" and tried to pour a little red magic power into it.

After the gun body and base of the "Miming Gun" shone with purple light for a few times, it was replaced by the red light emitted by the gems on the gun body, exuding a "strange" aura in the dark and narrow room.

"Pick up the pistol and aim it at your temple." The man's cold and gloomy voice floated in his ears, like a monster whispering in his body.

"It's no surprise, just treat it as a daydream." Wright blinked helplessly, raised the "Minming Gun" and pressed it against his temple as instructed.

After all, in the two battles with Yato in Sokra Underground and Kofu Station, in the battle with Kayas behind the Migov Church, and in the battle with [Deceiver] Dylan in the dream, Wright They are all aware of their strong and stable mental strength, and they will not be easily tempted, nor will they collapse easily in various disastrous situations.

After following the instructions with a slight fluctuation in my heart, the whisper reminded me again:

"Shoot, and then you'll see the button leading up."

"What? Shoot?" Wright felt his back numb.

Are you kidding me? Isn't this a suicidal move? Can I believe the sound of "Miming's Gun"?

After hesitation, the voice reminded a little hastily:

"Shoot, it's out of bullets."

Yes, there are no bullets, what am I afraid of?

Scared!

Wright cursed inwardly.

Since there are no bullets, his red magic source power should be powerful and rare. No matter how powerful this "Gu Ming Gun" is, it should not be able to cause any harm to him.

Having made up his mind, Wright pulled the trigger.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came from the "Miming Gun", but it was just an empty shot.

Seeing that there was no energy or magic power coming out of the pistol, Wright raised the corners of his mouth and was about to taunt him.

He suddenly found that the space around him was becoming blurry.

After less than a second, the narrow space was transformed into a real elevator.

It just looked exactly like the one he rode with the dead De when he went to the Socra Underground Waterway.

In addition to several gas pipes climbing above the head and two gas lamps emitting bright light, the cage-like "skeleton" is made of steel materials, like a cage imprisoning a beast. Looking out, you can actually see See countless dark, running steam machines emitting billowing black smoke.

"Pull the handle and you can enter the airship." The male whisper reminded again.

Wright made no response, no conversation occurred with the whispers.

He just silently pulled down a switch-like handle in front of him, took half a step back, and waited for the elevator to start.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom."

The elevator, mixed with the unique roar of machinery, moved upwards steadily at a speed of two meters per second.

As the dim machinery around him kept changing patterns, he saw some faint fluorescence through the light of the gas lamp, like fireflies flying back and forth in strange lines.

Staring at the surrounding scene, Wright just felt that there was no fluctuation in his heart, and his heart was as calm as water.

Twenty seconds later, after the elevator shook violently, his surroundings turned into a dim wall surrounding a small area.

When the cage-like gate opened, Wright saw that he was in a palace-like corridor.

His eyes swept across the old crimson and dark yellow carpet on the ground, embroidered with sunflowers and sunflower patterns, as well as the gas lamps hanging on the walls that were emitting light. He saw that both sides were extremely dark. Corridor, and directly in front is a mahogany door.

This showed that he had left the tall lighthouse-like building and entered the airship-like part on top of the huge machine.

"Open the door. The first phase of my mission...is completed." The male whisper came again.

Wright heard that the man's voice was struggling at the end, as if he was about to expire, and he used the last bit of strength in his body to speak.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his right hand "wearing" the "Red Kite Eagle Shield" and pushed open the mahogany door.

Under the illumination of the bright incandescent internal gas light, Wright saw that the left half of the layout of the space inside the door looked like a restaurant.

There is a round table covered with white tablecloth, with a vase of green plants placed on it, and next to it are several red leather chairs surrounding the table.

They are arranged in a neat pattern, and to their right is a pull-up glass window looking out at a dark blue lake bottom area at a 45-degree angle on the windowsill.

A straight black tape in the middle divided the room into two. Looking to the right, Wright saw half a large office.

An oak desk is on the far right side of the room. It is very clean and has no unnecessary decorations. Except for a pen with a round belly and a globe.

Next to the wall on both sides of the desk are two rows of bookshelves filled with heavy books. There is an oil painting hanging on the wall behind the table, which is a giant dragon spreading its wings and preparing to fly.

Just as Wright turned to the right and wanted to approach the desk slowly, a cloud of dark smoke suddenly appeared on the black leather chair behind the desk.

The smoke condensed inward, forming a clearly visible black outline, and emitted a loud, crisp, and childish sound, as if a recorder was playing cheerful music with a juvenile texture:

"Strange...human beings, do you want to know about the 12 cardinals of the three major churches?"

Without waiting for Wright to respond, the pure Zine Empire language spoken in a boy's voice came again:

"The upper cardinals are, No. 1: Palm Night, No. 2: Chanting, No. 3: Ning Yuan, No. 4: Wusheng, No. 5: Eternal Dynasty, No. 6: Chaotic Sleep..."

A half-dragon will appear in the next chapter, which was foreshadowed a long time ago.