Wasteland Echoer

"If it's for survival, what's the point of being crazy? What's the point of killing?" The Giant Pope glared at Wu Sheng and said with some humor:

"You just said that if we don't use the 'Ancient God's Magical Machine', our probability of winning is one thousandth. But if we look at the entire battlefield from a higher angle, we can use it, even if it's only for a few hours. , as long as we can delay the empire's attack, we will have time to prepare, either to escape from here, or to sneak into the 'Vita Water' to find the gods."

"The truth is this. What if the empire controls a more powerful Krusted machine, or a more mysterious sequential monster? This itself is a contest of unequal resources, and we cannot make mistakes." "Wu Sheng" argued .

"Afraid of making mistakes, do we have to sit back and wait for death? When the empire kills you and me, and then destroys our three major churches, what will happen to the remaining children, what will happen to the middle- and lower-class compatriots? We are already suffering from extraordinary 'pain', without No reason to suffer a tragic fate anymore," the giant pope advised, trying to gain support from the "inanimate".

After standing there and thinking calmly for several seconds, "Wu Sheng" finally let out a heavy sigh. He looked up at the dim gas lamp hanging on the wall, which was powered by magic power, and reluctantly agreed:

"Your Majesty, as you wish."

"Okay." A rare smile finally appeared on the giant pope's face, which was covered with cracks and scattered scars.

Immediately, he widened his eyes and looked at Cardinal Jota in red who had remained silent until now behind Wu Sheng.

He is a lost man with dignified manners and embodying feminine beauty.

Jota is about 1.8 meters tall, but he is not tall in front of the "monsters" of the Giant Church, and is even relatively short.

His face is like a melon seed, with a sharp chin, a high bridge of nose, and prominent cheekbones. Although he has a fair base color, a subtle blush appears near his face, which makes him look a little more "human".

He was wearing a dark white helmet, stained with blood, which seemed to have been "captured" from Imperial Legion soldiers, but the black uniform with a "collegiate feel" made him a little more youthful.

With a smile on his lips, the giant pope looked Jota up and down and said with interest:

"If I remember correctly, Jota, are you a [Slayer] professional?"

"Yes, I am." Jota didn't say much, walked quickly to the long rock table, nodded respectfully and replied.

"Very good..." The Giant Pope nodded and said:

"It's perfect for you to control the 'Ancient God's Magical Machine'. I trust you and your willpower. You have always been very gentle and gentle, and rarely use violence to solve problems. I believe that you will be able to break through the so-called 'reason' restrictions. Moreover, the reason why you pilot the 'Ancient God Magical Machine' is not only to resist the imperial army. You have read the Diary of the Decider, and you should know about the island in the center of the lake mentioned in the prophecy."

"Remember, this is the last obstacle before the entrance to the 'Daughter of Mechanical Elements' divine domain. But judging from the information currently interpreted, there is currently no certainty as to whether we should fall into the 'Vita Water' first or break into the island first. The answer. After all, the entire Lake of Silence is wrapped in yellow sand, and no one has yet been able to successfully break through and see that charming and intoxicating lake." Qiaota analyzed calmly with a green voice.

"But if you drive the 'Ancient God's Magical Machine', things will be different." The Giant Pope subconsciously pressed his hands on the animal-headed scepter, unable to suppress the excitement and restlessness in his heart, and said with a smile:

"When you spread your mechanical wings and soar in the sky, your eyes will be connected with the power of the ancient god, and he will give you the ability to penetrate the fog. By then, you will be able to completely distinguish the location of 'Vita Water' and the central island , and you can also see the legendary 'Silver Moon Temple' that contains mysterious power and extraordinary things, and the 'Crimson Arena'. In fact, I plan to..."

The giant pope stood up, first glanced at the four people present, and then tremblingly put his hand on Jota's not generous shoulder, and said firmly:

"If the situation is extreme... let you... and you, shoulder the 'final mission'."

"'The last mission'?" Jota was a little confused and looked at the Giant Pope with a blank expression, wondering.

The giant pope did not directly answer Jota's doubts, but slowly opened his left hand, surging the nearly exhausted flame magic source power in his body, extending countless slender lines, and outlining two bright red double-edged swords. Ax drawing.

They are placed crosswise, showing perfect axial symmetry. Under the shining red, they show a violent aesthetic.

"This is the badge of the 'Slaughterer'. It is... the pattern of the sequence card 'Slaughter'." Jota blurted out. As a [Slaughterer], he was very familiar with this pattern.

"That's right, Jota." The Giant Pope nodded and said:

"But do you know the interpretation of the pattern?"

"Of course I know." Jota said without hesitation and confidence:

"The long-handled double-edged battle axes with the beauty of violence are intertwined, and the scorching sun behind them is stimulating the flames of battle. The people holding the axes are not humans, they are two thick arms covered with eyeballs. Originally they could only live in the darkness. The monsters in the damp underground have the possibility of facing the sun with the will of war."

"This is 'Killing'. Number 10 of the Preface Card. Written in Chinese, it should be 'ksali'. It is said that [The Slaughterer] will fall into impulsiveness and mania every moment since he is recognized by the Preface Card. . This is different from mental illness, or the state of [Rageful One], right?" The Giant Pope asked in a voice that had become somewhat sharp again, tilting his head to look at Jota, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"That's right." Qiaota nodded, maintaining respect for the leader, and said:

"[The Furious] can fight with anger and convert anger into energy. But I am different. I will be constantly manic, and the slightest friction will make me lose my mind. How many times, I have blood-red hallucinations in front of my eyes. I Belief in the Lord of the Night, the god who created darkness, will make me forget about light and hope, causing me to fall into the abyss of pain."

"I can't remember how many times I woke up from the blood-red nightmare. Although I relied on my firm will and the fact that when I was at Zhuolin City University, I studied a book called "Psychic Classic" from the Fire Empire. Religious books and constant training of the soul have allowed me to maintain the fragile peace I have now. But I still dream that I am attacking my fellow countrymen with an axe, not just one person, but all of them."

As Jota spoke, he opened his mouth unconsciously and breathed, as if he was on a cold, oxygen-deprived plateau, feeling like someone was strangling his neck.

"Your Majesty, I suggest you let Jota slow down. The war has made us all breathless. You can't force him any longer." "Ning Yuan" shouted to the Giant Pope with a hint of indignation.

At the same time, he turned around, put one hand on Jota's back and patted him continuously, and the other hand stroked his chest to make him breathe easier.

None of the people present spoke, nor did they make any actions or substantive statements.

Especially Cardinal "Wu Sheng", who just turned his head and looked at the relatively short Chota, who was about 1.8 meters tall in front of a group of fellow lost members of the giant church, with extremely complicated facial expressions.

He understood and knew that the red-clothed Cardinal Jota in front of him contained the power to turn defeat into victory, surpassing extraordinary strength, but Jota was the same as "Ning Yuan", one of the few lost people with a normal appearance in the Church of Giants. However, he does not want Jota to die. He does not want such a tragedy to happen in terms of reason or emotion.

Seventy years ago, the Lord of Eternal Red, the sequential god, descended on the desert in the Eastern District. On the edge of the intersection of yellow sand and oasis, he awakened many unintentional people of different shapes, strong but ugly.

The "Burning Hell Fire" he controlled melted the bonds that bound their minds and bodies, making their hearts no longer a mechanical product that collects and releases burning liquid, but a half-physical, half-mechanical product.

In other words, they gained a rare "wisdom" in that incident and became no longer monsters, but beings who could truly touch magic and extraordinary intelligence.

Moreover, the first leader of the Church of Giants was not the "Pope", but a high-level lost man who called himself a "sage", almost at Order Level 3: Combat Level.

The "Sage" not only led the Wuxin people who had just recovered their "wisdom" to the Silent Highlands and established camps and strongholds where they could live, but they even recruited many low-level mutant humans who were short in size and resembled mice, cockroaches, mosquitoes, and flies. Or a lost one with sequence level 5-6.

They are all miserable "people" who have been abandoned by the realm of elegance, nobility, wisdom and normality. After going through many hardships, they have barely become the Legion of the Lost in the Zine Empire, on an equal footing with the Church of Hope and the Church of Dark Night.

Qiaota and "Ning Yuan" are among the few lost people in the past twenty years who have gotten rid of their ugly bodies and transformed into normal human appearances through the practice of their own magic power and their understanding of gods and extraordinary power. .

They clearly have stronger power, a smoother future, and greater achievements, but now, in order to protect more lost people, the more loyal Qiaota has to be sacrificed, "Wusheng" feels like he is constantly being sharpened. The feeling of the dagger cutting and stirring is painful, depressing, unwilling, angry, but helpless.

Several people maintained their attitudes quietly, weighing the pros and cons in their minds. After several minutes of this, Qiaota nodded to "Ning Yuan", pushed his hand away, and spoke first:

"I just mentioned dreams. Indeed, I often dream that I have lost my mind and opened my heart to those cyborgs and 'bionic people' in a blood-red city filled with all kinds of steam machinery. I sometimes Without control, I let out the rage and restlessness that the Creator behind the deck gave me.”

"It seemed that everything in that world was real. When I finished venting, this dark wasteland world became extremely clear and real. In this way, I could always remain rational and not harm anyone with the weapons in my hands. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea if I was allowed to control the ‘Ancient God’s Magical Machine’. In this way, I can vent the inexplicable anger lingering in my mind onto the human legion. This may be the ultimate salvation for my profession.”

"What are you going to do?" "Wu Sheng" said with difficulty, looking at Qiaota who managed to put on a happy smile.

"Give me the potion and let me become a monster like you, and I can perfectly integrate with the 'machine'. At that time, I will be the 'Ancient God's Demonic Machine', and the 'Ancient God's Demonic Machine' will be me. I will use My consciousness merged with his body and became a knight's blade of our giant church that cut through the dark night. I will not let the giant fall." Jota clenched his fists and said decisively.