Wasteland Echoer

"In addition to the emotional aspects, I am more curious about whether the 'sublimation gene' will enhance the power of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? Or, in other words, enhance the resistance to certain evil, extraordinary, and filthy products?" Aaron asked curiously.

He needs to know more about the current crown prince who is about to take full control of the empire and whose desire for power is extremely expanding.

Even though Aaron was Ivant's teacher of history and occultism at Zhinetsk University, and the two reached a temporary and subtle agreement on Aaron and the post-war issues, he knew: the war was Cruel, the post-war world is even more cruel and complicated.

"Mr. Aaron." Fansuo reminded Aaron, who was in a daze, in a green voice.

"Well, you tell me." Aaron nodded to relieve the embarrassment and stretched out his right hand in a gentlemanly invitation.

"The influence of the 'sublimation gene' is recessive and usually does not appear on the surface. For example, every time you obtain a magic source sequence core, your own strength and control of the magic source power will definitely increase by one level. Take the flame magic source In terms of power, a Level 7 human can at most condense a fireball like a date stone, while a Level 5 superpower can at least spray out blazing fire like a 'flame thrower.'" Fansuo explained.

"What you just introduced should be the so-called 'manifest' power displayed on the surface. Is the 'implicit' influence directed at thinking? Wisdom? Or some kind of elusive 'comprehension' ability?" Aaron used his common sense speculates.

"They are all 'non-embodied' abilities. Of course, Mr. Aaron, your guess is not unreasonable." Fansuo showed an innocent smile like a child and agreed.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the cloak with his shackled hands, took a few steps forward, and in front of Aaron, chanted a spell to form a spirit, and began to surge the magic source in his body like an overflowing bucket. force.

Suddenly, brilliant, colorful magic source power spread out from his hand like fireworks blooming on New Year's Eve.

They are composed of countless tiny particles of sparks and rapidly shining strips of light. They are intertwined and constantly changing in arrangement and combination, converging into a thin, silk-like rectangular curtain based on chaotic tones.

"If the curtain formed by the combination of these demonic powers is the embodiment of the 'hidden' influence, please Mr. Aaron put your hand into it, touch it with your heart, feel it, understand it, and then try to understand it . If you have 'inspiration', you will quickly understand the mystery." Fansuo said, with a subtle expression on his face, and took a half step back.

"Okay." Aaron replied simply.

Immediately, he took off all the items he was wearing on his right hand, put them in his coat pocket, and put his hand in it without hesitation.

At first, he just felt like touching the cold lake water, a slight tingling sensation, and he could even see ripples of ever-changing colors spreading on the "curtain".

But as his hand passed through the curtain longer, he felt a sense of transparency that penetrated into his soul and spirit.

It's like waking up naturally after 12 hours of deep sleep under extreme fatigue, and then opening the curtains to welcome the relaxation and comfort of the morning sun.

This comfortable state lasted for two or three minutes, and Aaron was so intoxicated with this feeling that he couldn't even extricate himself.

But he didn't notice that although the feeling of comfort had not disappeared, the color of the "curtain" became darker and darker.

From the colorful colors at the beginning, it instantly turned into deep blue in the middle and dark edges, intertwined with the continuous advancement of existence.

Half a minute later, Aaron felt the pain in his arm getting stronger, but the mental comfort continued.

After another half minute, he gradually felt pain, depression, depression, madness, agitation, madness and other emotions that were enough to defeat a normal human being.

At the same time, the "curtain" in front of him was completely transformed into a strange monster face by a ball of energy composed of magic source power.

At this moment, his right hand was stuffed into the monster's mouth filled with rancid smell.

"What is this?" Aaron was a little surprised, staring ahead with doubtful eyes.

In an instant, he seemed to have lost his biological instincts. He actually gave up thinking and became sluggish, staring blankly at the horrifying product in front of him.

It was a twisted face, with human outlines but entirely spliced ​​together in the style of a beast.

His two pairs of eyes have no whites and are in standard round shape, one big and one small. The inside is pitch black. The place where the eye-blinking hairs originally existed turned into tiny tentacles, flesh-colored, wriggling like maggots. With.

Moreover, it has unhealthy purple skin, and its surface is not smooth, but as rough as a grindstone.

The parts of the "face" that were not covered by organs were covered by pustules that looked like craters on the moon, exposing the damaged skin inside and flowing red and milky white liquid.

The beard on its lips is composed of small snakes with strange patterns. They stretch upward "obediently" and deliberately avoid Aaron's arms.

But the mouth was terrifyingly big, like a hole the size of half a basketball on a normal person's face.

Looking inside the mouth covered with twisted cyan blood vessels, Aaron noticed that there was no tongue in the mouth, replaced by a fat caterpillar with reddish-brown spots.

Its teeth are quite normal. Except for the small number of them, only four, which look like the canine teeth of the vampires, it is the only "normal" piece.

The strange thing is that, facing a face that is as dangerous as a monster, with Aaron's normal posture, the dark magic power in his body will immediately surge up, and he will quickly activate the exclusive skill of "Seducer" to destroy the monster in front of him.

If the situation was extreme, he would definitely draw his pistol and shoot his wrist, even if the arm was broken, to get himself out of danger.

But at this time, not only was he calm, he even wanted to carefully observe more details of this "face", even though his whole body was shaking and he felt severe pain as if he was being cut by a sharp object.

"Mr. Aaron, it's okay, please take your arms back." Fansuo's young boy's voice came.

Instantly, Aaron felt a long-lost panic and panic, his head felt dizzy, and the severe pain all over his body stimulated him to pull out his arm.

Panting heavily and not bothering to wipe the pea-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, Aaron bent over, his pupils constricted, painfully recalling the inexplicable abnormal feeling in his mind just now.

After about ten seconds, a hearty smile emerged from his throat that was not in line with his status as a politician.

Then, he stood up straight away, twisted the corners of his mouth and said in a deep voice:

"I understand, Fansuo, I know what you mean. Indeed, the 'sublimation gene' is an extremely extraordinary product. It first makes the owner feel extreme beauty, and imprints that wonderful and comfortable feeling deep into the soul. , just like being injected with sequence medicine, it creates a mysterious barrier that plays a protective role."

"Yes, this is the first level." Fansuo acknowledged with a smile.

"But when beauty disappears and filth and darkness come, the owner will not panic. Instead, he will observe the darkness with interest, ponder its weaknesses in his heart, and then break through it, occupy it, and finally destroy it. . But the owner himself will not collapse. On the contrary, when the darkness condenses to the extreme, he may realize a deeper philosophical proposition. I could vaguely feel it just now, but I can't go any further, let alone describe it in words."

"I know that one of the topics of mysticism is spirituality. The 'sublimation gene' improves the ability to search for spirituality and reserve spirituality. It can provide the owner with the strongest and otherworldly spiritual defense power. This is correct. The Lost, at least to me, are absolutely invincible."

"Wonderful, wonderful." Fansuo praised, raising his shackled hands to applaud.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his right hand gently, and the "face" of the monster in front of him immediately disappeared, and all the transformed sparks flew back into his palm, submerged in his thin, child-like body.

"You," Fansuo looked Aaron up and down, stretched out his left hand, pressed on Aaron's heart, and said:

"It cannot be said that your feelings have nothing to do with the description of the 'sublimated gene', they are exactly the same. Yes, the 'sublimated gene', 'divine nature' and 'red magic source power' all have the absolute ability to deal with filth and extraordinary things. The existence of invincibility means that no matter what, it is difficult to have a mental breakdown.”

"The key to the powerful power of evil products is that they will unknowingly exert extreme mental pressure on the victims, thereby inducing them to collapse crazily and finally lose consciousness of their own lives. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is such an incompetent person. The strength of his spirit and his longing for peace and beauty attracted me to a man who was shaken by evil spirits. Therefore, I chose to stay here voluntarily and serve him until the end of the war. Well, Mr. Aaron... ..." Fansuo brought the topic onto the right track and said:

"Let that girl Ina come out. I just want to see what kind of evil human being like a Gorgon can make so many strong lost people so crazy, so humble, and so... painful. to death.”

"Of course." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at the edge of the altar, and greeted:

"Ina, come out, this time we must listen to the 'confused singing' that you are best at."

"Okay, Mr. Aaron." There was a sweet tone unique to girls in the air.

When the four of them looked towards the source of the sound, an oval-shaped area emitting a strange light appeared behind the altar, forming a small door that exuded a strong mysterious and illusory atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, a girl gracefully walked out of the door and stood right in the center of the altar, on the mottled and scratched marble floor.

When the girl stood still and the small door behind her disappeared, all the electrical lights in the entire underground space instantly shattered and no longer emitted incandescent light.

But the strange thing is that the electric lamp that should have lost its function immediately emitted a rich red light, just like the crimson moon hanging high among the stars in the universe before and after the mysterious thing came!

Just as Fansuo opened his mouth widely and stared at the girl Ina in surprise, Aaron showed a gentle smile and said caringly in an extraordinarily low voice:

"You have completely returned to normal, Ina. It seems that the 'Crown Pendant' has perfectly suppressed the 'false god information toxin' in your body."