Wasteland Echoer

"Miss Melinal, where is the dragon egg?"

Dylan looked around in the empty, holy room, but never saw the key item.

"You have to feel it with your heart." Melinaer said deliberately and deeply:

"Some things cannot be captured with the naked eye and require the use of the mind. The mind is the medium to understand all things, and you can observe it with your heart."

Melinaer said, pointing to the glass wall.

"Are the dragon eggs on the wall? Don't lie to me, we want the cardinal of the church." Dylan smiled awkwardly, then remained calm.

"You also have sequence level 5, right? You must have 'wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain' sequence cores. I won't talk about 'wisdom', as long as you are not an idiot. For 'inspiration', even if it is advanced The lost people who have reached the level of 'hope' sometimes don't understand how obscure it is."

"Some people have been guided by the right inspiration. They have gained divine power, advanced in levels, been promoted, and even recognized by gods. Some people have been guided by the wrong guidance and have fallen." Mei Linal walked on the smooth floor in high heels.

"I really don't want to discuss philosophical issues now. After all, after reading the dragon eggs according to the Pope's order, I have to sort out some of the information in my hand. At least it can help us hope that the church will get the benefits it deserves in this war. At least. ...Being able to achieve a decent defeat in the face of an absolute power difference." Dylan said solemnly, not wanting to waste too much time on philosophical issues.

"I'm just going to discuss one question, that's all. It depends on whether you can see the existence of dragons and dragon eggs. As we all know, dragons were gradually sealed after the advent of the Second Age. In the Age of Steam, they were once again sealed. The Fire Empire summoned it, and then it completely disappeared into the human world. Therefore, the dragon's wisdom has been greatly improved during these years of being imprisoned, sealed, and even tortured."

"They have completely learned the human way of survival and lifestyle, so they are also called dragons. Some dragons look the same as humans in appearance. They will use the 'Crazy Bear' series, 'Ice Rain' series, ' The Tiger Wolf series of firearms can manufacture weapons, produce standard armor, and even repair damaged mechanical chariots. They have even devoted themselves to science and developed new bombs similar to the power of the 'Fire of Punishment'."

"There are also some who are extremely knowledgeable about gourmet food. They can not only cook 'marching hotpot', 'cultured meat', but even things like 'tofu made by a woman with pockmarked face' and 'offal products cooked by husband and wife'" , 'fish-flavored dishes made with meat', and 'chicken cubes made by the soup cooks in the palace' and other Fire Empire-style dishes. This is the ability to hide." Melina said with a smile on her face Smiling and explaining generously.

"I understand." Dylan nodded and said:

"Dragons have learned to hide, so their existence cannot be known without careful observation of their dragon eggs, or without exploring them with magic power and other extraordinary powers. Just like a tree..." Dylan pointed to the outside of the glass window. A tall birch tree said:

"If you think it exists, it must exist here. If you think it doesn't exist, then it must have never appeared. When I don't put my eyes on it, it is actually in a state of superposition of existence and non-existence. . In other words, for something I haven’t seen, I can only truly understand it by imagining its existence as much as possible, right?”

"It seems that I don't need to explain more, Dylan. You understand this, and your wisdom is not as unbearable as it seems." Melina walked behind Dylan and spoke with her gradually filling words. Purple eyes stared at him, half mockingly.

"In that case..." Dylan stared at the center of the empty room in front of him and said:

"Although from a materialistic point of view, the existence of some things is a fact, and we cannot shake its existence at all. Just like the battle in which the empire's nearly 100,000 troops attacked our three major churches, we are destined to experience very difficult times. Months, or even if the war situation does not go smoothly, we will not be able to sustain it for half a month. But I still want to follow my heart, just like my feelings for you, Miss Melinal."

"Coming from the heart, but stopping at identity, status and moral constraints is not suitable for me. What is imagined in the heart is actually the existence that you and I expect."

"I pray for the protection of the Lord of the Night."

Dylan crossed his hands and placed them on his forehead, his eyes began to turn pure black, and he said in a low voice, as if from hell:

"I pray for the blessing of the light of darkness."

"Give me insight."

"Give me sequence 8: Lord Hope's guidance."

"Give me a glimpse of reality!"

As Dylan formed his soul, a thick mist of pure black color quickly surged out from his hands.

In just a few seconds, Huoran occupied everything in his sight.

Pure black fog mixed with some faint dark purple spots, as well as some ribbons of deeper black energy, lingered around his body and quickly covered the glass that passed through the light.

The holy, bright room was suddenly filled with a suffocating, dark presence.

Immediately afterwards, under the "force" of darkness, countless small, weak, very clean light spots suddenly appeared in the center of the room, as if they could compete with the darkness.

They twisted, floating upward in a spiral state, and then squirmed together, condensing into a pure white ball that did not emit light and seemed to only absorb light.

"Is this a dragon egg? If the Empire's S-class confidential information I came into contact with is correct, most of the dragons are born with the upper-level magic power of the light system, and have the skills to control and manipulate flames. According to legend, the little dragons in the Fire Empire are The emperor 'The Sorrower' seduced a dragon boy like this, but unfortunately he did not create a miracle belonging to his race. The real 'Dragon Era' has not come, which has to be said to be a pity." Dylan stared at the squirming ball of light, sighing.

"Dylan, I am more and more impressed by you. I admit that the lost ones who can reach the middle level and above of our church must hide some abilities, but what you hide is an extremely terrifying existence. This is why the Pope yesterday My lord wants to improve your rank and status." Melinal shouted loudly with a sharp and high tone of a mature woman:

"Middle-grade Simon, [Deceiver] Mr. Dylan, from the moment you stepped into the Castle of Silent Stars, you have been appointed as the purple cardinal of the Church of Hope. Congratulations, you have officially entered the ranks of the top-grade. "

"Do you want to announce this kind of appointment now? It's so untimely." Dylan said with a smile, trying his best to suppress the mania and joy in his heart.

After all, most lost people will be affected by emotions when the magic source power surges. As a traditional Western-style gentleman, he does not want to lose his temper in front of the one he admires.

However, just a few seconds after his mind was in a trance due to the appointment, the pure white ball in front of him became brighter and brighter, like a white dwarf star turned into a huge burning celestial body towards the end.

The ball of pure white quickly condensed and then tore outwards. Finally, under the pull of the inside and outside, it actually emitted countless pure white rays that looked like sunlight.

It actually dispelled all the shuddering darkness!

Due to the sudden irradiation of the light, their eyes stung, and their vision and spirit suddenly became blurry. Dylan and Melinaer covered their eyes with constant tears. After struggling in place for several minutes, they slowly took off their hands. As much as possible, try to open your eyes slowly and re-examine your surroundings as they become increasingly normal.

It was a chaotic scene at first, and then, due to the continuous intrusion of sunlight, Dylan felt that his surrounding vision was recovering very slowly.

Some lights that crawled randomly and at high speed, like white bugs, kept "traveling" at the edge of his vision, and the "snowflake"-like central vision continued to "operate" for several minutes, and finally the feeling of dryness and pain was superimposed. Under this, Dylan was finally able to see clearly the scene in front of him.

"Is this a dragon egg? Aren't the real dragon eggs the ones in paintings, documents, and legends?" Dylan curiously stepped on the smooth floor tiles with classical patterns and murmured road.

"The Pope still remembers you for more than half a month... It should be the message you sent to him via telegram a month ago. You said that you smelled the breath of a dragon when you were in contact with the collaborators of the Socratic Committee. It happened to be the human traitor of the Socratic Committee I sent this, so the Pope has been waiting for your return. By the way..."

Melina took out a circular coat of arms twice the diameter of a fingernail from the pocket of a pure black women's wolf fur coat, walked quickly to Dylan, turned her back to the dragon egg and placed it in the palm of his hand. , said:

"This is a coat of arms that was made with the power of the earth-based magic source of the Pope, as well as various precious medicinal materials, and even some raw materials obtained from the bodies of our Lost compatriots. It is called 'Abstinence', you can call it It's the 'Abstinence Crest'. It can ensure that you won't have a mental breakdown most of the time, and when facing dragons, you can consciously offset the 'sadness' that comes with them."

"'Abstinence Emblem', Shang?" Dylan asked, staring at the small emblem in his hand in puzzlement.

In Dylan's opinion, this small, perfectly round coat of arms doesn't have much special features.

The front is carved with a heart baked on top of a pile of firewood, and behind it is a street lamp. Moreover, the street lamp is carved with a simple drawing, and there is nothing special about it.

If it was a pattern produced by the game of magic power and materials through various forces, Dylan couldn't associate the street lamp with the dragon clan or the word "abstinence" for a while.

However, "heart" and flames can correspond to people's traditional impression of the dragon clan, which is cruel, irritable, and able to control the existence of flames.

"I have already introduced you to the specific function of the coat of arms. After all, if we are lucky enough to go to the central area of ​​the highland to contact the gods, you will not fall under the 'confused song'. As for 'sorrow', you can understand it as a It’s a negative emotion that accumulates inadvertently,” Melinaer explained.

"Negative emotions, that seems to be the case." Dylan analyzed.

"Your old friend Luo Nie has a deep obsession with 'Shang' and an extremely deep understanding of it. When I communicated with him a few days ago, he said that he had been in contact with something related to the 'Daughter of Tool Yuan' A false god. The false god mentioned the specific concept of 'sorrow' to him."

"Shang represents the pain, hatred, resentment and despair before death. In fact, I think the accurate understanding should be the negative emotions between despair. Most humans in the wasteland world have experienced, or are currently experiencing these emotions. Therefore, human civilization has been continuing, and human technology has been developing. I have a bold guess. If you want to survive the 'pain' and reach the 'hope', you must truly understand the meaning of 'sorrow' and comprehend It, penetrate it." Melinal said, tapping Dylan's hard chest with her finger.

"If I have time, no, I'm going to see Luo Nie tomorrow. He endured so much pain in order to become a human, study 'Shang', and go to see the false gods. I think the damage caused by these actions to him is his. Unbearable. Miss Melinal, I want to make it clear that we are not the only ones who are alive, and the promotion order is not the only one. We are also intelligent beings, and we are also emotional beings. By the way, Miss Melinal, tell me Having said so much, it’s time to talk about the true purpose of the dragon egg.” Dylan said with a professional fake smile.

"Hatch it."

"What?" Dylan asked, thinking he hadn't heard clearly.

"You heard it right, hatch it." Melinaer took two steps forward, pointed to the center of the floor paved with smooth patterned tiles, and said in the direction of the dragon egg:

"From the first moment we got the dragon egg, the traitor and private liaison taught us how to hatch it. After all, only the Lost have abundant magic power, and those with super powers among humans don't bother to do it. Something that touches on the extraordinary.”

"In fact, hatching a dragon egg is not difficult. I heard that this egg was hatched by its mother for more than a hundred years before being obtained. We only need to infuse the magic source power and do some finishing work. There is only one thing that needs to be paid attention to. "

"What?" Dylan asked.

"The type of your magic source power is related to the type of magic source power of the dragon after the dragon egg hatches. Your emotions and moral standards will also be inadvertently contained in the magic source power, and the hatched dragon will also inherit these. The Pope's It means that your magic power is sufficient, and you also have some noble emotions similar to humans. He does not want negative emotions to affect the manic dragons, they need peace to suppress their rage."

Melinaer said, guiding Dylan's gaze to the three dragon eggs on the bottom board.

They all show the white background of bird eggs, covered with either brown or black and yellow spots.

They are generally oval in shape, but when placed on the ground they can reach Dylan's thighs, making them look a bit large.

In addition, under the influence of the magic power that Dylan just poured out, the surface of the dragon egg has been covered with a layer of black patterns. If you look closely, it is roughly a picture of a giant dragon soaring above the clouds with its wings spread. It's just that there is a hieroglyphic character at the bottom of each dragon egg that neither Dylan nor Melinaer can translate.

"It seems that the infusion of magic source power was completed when I tried to spy on the dragon egg just now. In this case, the current dragon should be an existence with a similar personality to me and possess dark magic source power. Maybe , will have the dual magic power of darkness and light?"

While Dylan was analyzing in confusion, the dragon egg in front of him actually made a cracking sound.

Looking carefully, the dragon egg in the middle, which exuded a dark aura under the sunlight, actually had a crack across the entire egg.