Wasteland Echoer

"The Scarlet Moon Arena...is this here?" Wright asked in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously. As the extreme dryness came, his eyes could not help but fill with tears due to physiological reasons.

When the tears flowed down his eyes, his cheeks, lips and chin, until they fell to the ground and disappeared, the blur that lingered in his vision dissipated, and everything in front of him suddenly became extremely clear.

The sun hanging high in the sky was like a huge burning orange wheel, covering half of the sky, spreading golden afterglow to everywhere in the space.

The sky outside the orange sun is crimson and chaotic. Wright feels that the tone of this space is similar to the scenes he encountered in many dreams. Sure enough, the closer he gets to the location of the "Daughter of Tool Yuan"'s divine domain, everything is different. The reasonable will gradually become reasonable; all the unusual will become ordinary; all the fantasy and weirdness will become reality.

Looking at the sun that did not burn his eyes, the golden radiance, and the crimson sky, Wright recalled the dusk moments he had seen in Sokra and Donusk.

There is also an old saying that has been circulated since ancient times: "At dusk, it is neither day nor night, people who are visible and invisible can encounter things that cannot be encountered. When the light disappears and the scarlet color fades, the real long night will become eternal. Style, the dark and ugly monster will eventually open its eyes, reveal its fangs, and devour the people who do not belong to the night."

Thinking of this, Wrighton felt as cold as falling into an ice cave. He couldn't help but shiver in the still warm temperature. He tilted his head and asked with a smile on his lips, but with a strange frown on his face:

"How... should we get out of here? I remember that I came across a piece of information when I was in Donusk, saying that the deep pool where the 'Vita Water' exists is the passage to the divine realm. It is said... it is said that' Where Laputa Underground is."

"Brother Wright." Feng looked straight ahead and asked in dignified language:

"What if I say I don't know?"

"That's normal." Wright responded, a trace of disappointment flashed in his pure black eyes.

"Well, to be honest, several old friends of the Blood Clan have told me in detail about all the changes that happened this year in the past few days. In addition to the mysterious 'Diary of the Decider,' there are also the Lost Swamp and the Silent Highlands." Feng mechanically turned his head to face Wright and continued:

"If I guess correctly, the captain of the 'Lost-03' team is you, brother, but that was you before, not you now."

"What? How...how do you know this???" Wright was shocked and blurted out.

He looked at the young-looking Feng in front of him with a blank expression, feeling the ultimate fear.

Hidden under that childish and cute skin is a mysterious soul that cannot be discerned whether it is an enemy or a friend. How many secrets are there in the light green eyes that look at him?

"The ritual of the Lost Swamp is not a secret, but it is the starting point for several forces to compete for the Silent Highlands." Feng explained:

"So, your information is not a secret among our three major churches. I don't know, and I don't want to know whether you are the so-called apostle of God now. I only care about our cooperation, our common ideals and purposes. "

That's good...if Feng knew that I was a time traveler, I'm afraid his situation would be very passive.

Wright patted his chest and thought.

He probably doesn't know that I'm from Earth, a planet with no magic and only technology and industry. I was not an elite in the previous world, nor was I a leader in a certain field. Naturally, I did not have a mind beyond ordinary people, a psychological quality like an undercover agent, nor any firm beliefs, or some kind of power and power hidden in my body. mission.

In that world, I was just an ordinary person, a streetwise online writer, a college graduate who failed the postgraduate entrance examination. I had no money and no power in my family. I was just one of the mediocre people with no talent.

But after traveling to this wasteland world, I not only became a member of the escort team valued by the empire, but also possessed a powerful source of red magic, as well as a series of abilities, such as "Touch of Dark Mystery" and "Red-faced Hain". , "Red Kite Tail Shield" and other derived powers.

However, in fact, I am not strong enough yet, and I still haven’t reached the point where I can touch the professional power of [Order]. Order 6 is a weak existence among the lost people of the empire, let alone facing a cardinal like Feng. .

The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!

Although one's own strength is not strong, but one possesses a power that is beyond extraordinary and worthy of touching the gods, this is a very dangerous thing in itself. If I lose the sense of mystery associated with the gods and know that I am just an ordinary time traveler, the consequences will be disastrous!

Fortunately, Feng doesn't seem to care about my true identity. However, if Feng asks me about it later, I have to stick to a principle: don't tell all lies and choose to tell the truth.

In other words, providing a jumble of real information without revealing any core information until the wind can be fully trusted.

This must be true for him, for the lost in other churches, or for those who may soon meet the Socratic Council.

Thinking of this, Wright breathed a sigh of relief, patted his beating heart, which was as hot as steel, and said:

"So, we have to go back to the previous question, how do we get out of here?"

"Wait, this is the only thing that can be done now. The environment here now looks like dusk. It is very short-lived and can only last for a quarter of an hour. After waiting for a while, maybe the so-called 'Crime Moon' will Appear. By then, the real enemy...or friend will appear." Feng replied, turning his head back to the front, then raising his head slightly, opening his eyes as if to tear the corners of his eyes open, and continued to look up at the roulette wheel. The style of the sun said:

"'Wheel of Fortune', the sun is so much like the Wheel of Fortune in the Tarot cards, I seem to see the hour hand carved on it. It symbolizes the formation of all things, symbolizing law, beauty, evil, and desire. "

"Feng, I don't want to focus on philosophical topics now, at least...it won't be too late to talk about it after the war is over. I just want to know what we will encounter next? Will there be a battle? Of course, if there is a battle, I am not afraid. ." Wright clenched his hands into fists, showing his bravery as an empire [soldier].

"It's better to wait." Feng said calmly:

"I can feel the abnormal fluctuations of the magic source power, but it is unexpectedly chaotic. It's like countless deep-sea monsters with cuckolds and evil eyes are wandering around me, staring at me, but I don't know their origins. Orientation. In fact, I did not smell the scent of humans or other lost people. Of course, there cannot be unconscious 'unintentional people' here. We should be the first batch of... people to arrive here."

"So we are lucky?" Wright said excitedly.

"It will also become very unfortunate." Feng said, as if pouring cold water on Wright, "His Majesty the Pope, our leader, told me the day before yesterday that the previous 'Life Sacrifice' team was composed of elites from the fifth level. The expedition team composed of the Lost has tried many times to enter the yellow sand and find the divine realm.”

"At first, they were very ambitious and vowed to find the gods and let all the lost people break through the big restrictions of sequence 5 and move towards the high-level lost people sequence. But unfortunately, half of the team members were in 'Eternal Night-01', 'Eternal Night- 05' and 'Crying-08' heard women's sobs near the grotto, and the melodious singing of Crusted Wind became dull and chaotic. In less than a week, they all cut their chests with knives and took out their own burning He muttered words such as 'curse' and 'confusion' and committed suicide."

"Where's the other half?" Wright asked curiously.

"They were lucky enough to use their magic power to create a gap in the yellow sand, but unfortunately, just as they were about to step inside, the red wind swept them into the sky. A few days later, they were found in a pond near a Populus euphratica forest in the desert. They killed their bodies. So, Brother Wright..." Feng said with a worried tone:

"Death is our destined fate, and survival is a fluke given by the gods. But because of wars and conspiracies, we have to move forward. There are sharp blades in front of us and endless fire behind us. We can only find ways to survive."

"This war that the empire named 'The Advent of Silence' is destined to fail for us. If we are lucky enough to survive, I thought about it, brother Wright, let's go to the north. The Crusad Federation and Zine The cultures of the empires are similar, and I heard that even the Lost will be respected there. Besides, I still have many secrets that I need to explore by going to the old sites of the Crusted Empire and the Aventrai Empire."

"Including alien beasts, their 'paradise', 'land of the moon', etc. When this war is over, no matter the outcome, let's go on the road together." Feng said, looking at Wright with tears in his eyes.

"On the road... this word is a bit unlucky. However, the Krusted Federation in the north will eventually pass. I also have secrets that need to be explored. Ivan XXII, the great emperor, and the 'Red-faced Sea' Well, including the mystery of the 'Eternal Red Lord'." Wright muttered softly.

But after making eye contact with Feng, he still smiled and nodded solemnly.

After taking a deep breath of the fresh air that was mixed with the smell of blood in the "Crimson Moon Arena", Wright looked around and observed the environment here.

The rich golden and orange colors around it seemed to have weakened a lot and started to dim.

Looking from bottom to top, they were surrounded by circles of circular stands made of dilapidated stones.

The stands have ten floors, and there are no seats in the traditional stadiums that were popular in Western China during the New Yuan Dynasty or the end of the Steam Age. Instead, there are arched door openings.

Wright speculated that if it was the First Era, they would be fighting each other or fighting wild beasts in the center of the arena, and noble spectators would stand next to the doorway, leaning on the handrails of the wall to watch this amazing scene. Heart-pounding moments.

The stands form an overall oval open-air area, and a tall, dim yellow wall is built around the perimeter of the stands, seemingly to prevent accidents.

But it was so dilapidated that Wright felt like a ruin that couldn't be put into use.

The slope structure above the arch to block the sun is also pitted with irregular holes everywhere, giving it no sense of majesty.

But what surprised him was that in the center of the arena, at the edge of the "battle" area for participants to fight, there were 12 towering stone pillars. Under the brilliance of the setting sun, there was a unique sense of majesty among them.

Apart from being stained with old, blackened blood, the towering stone pillars didn't even have the slightest sense of dilapidation. They are almost a hundred meters tall, like majestic ancient trees.

They stand like holy knights, preventing the evil in the gladiatorial area from spreading to the stands. Their thick bodies are matched with blood, as if they are wearing heavy and solid armor, guarding and guarding this powerful and passionate place.

Looking carefully, Wright also observed that each stone pillar was engraved with hieroglyphics that he was not familiar with, as well as patterns formed by weird and complex carvings.

After staring for a few seconds, these patterns turned red and emitted a strange brilliance.

Wright felt that in the arena, even the gods were suppressed by the majestic, solid, towering stone pillars, and could only escape from here through a game of pure power.

After observing the sacred, majestic and magnificent environment around him for a long time, Wright suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water.

He subconsciously looked towards the ground, and the part originally paved with stone bricks suddenly became transparent, as if he were standing on the lake surface reflecting the chaotic tones.

Immediately afterwards, in front of them, a head stuck out from the center of the "battle" area surrounded by stone pillars. Its eyes were red and green, and its hair was thick and dark, and it was wriggling like maggots. With.

Its face was dim, but four flesh-colored tentacles protruding from its mouth were covered with circular sunken patches, like craters on the moon.

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