Wasteland Echoer

"Don't..." Wright's nose felt sour, and crystal tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Even though his body was filled with red magic power, a power highly related to the apostles of gods, and his heart was infected by the "virus" and turned into a semi-mechanical form that emitted blue light, he still had complete and rich belongings. human emotions.

The incandescent and bright sun hangs high in the blue "curtain", and the bright light seems to be able to penetrate everything. All objects are clearly displayed in front of the two of Wright under the light, even the pure black vines, under the flow of blood, , the details of potholes and entanglements are also clearly visible.

Light has become the mainstream and pattern here, and it is also the only tone here.

Seeing Fansuo, who was shaking, trembling, and struggling on the spot due to the flow of blood, Wright wanted to rush forward, burn the vines, and rescue him.

However, as soon as he took a step, he found that the solid masonry suddenly turned into extremely soft soil. After just two steps, he fell into it and found it difficult to move forward.

"Lite." Fansuo called in a voice that was so soft that it was almost exhausted.

His heart had completely lost its luster at this moment, and it no longer shed blood.

The light green light was like a firefly during the day, flickering with an inconspicuous light, floating leisurely from the heart and floating around Fansuo's body.

"Ah, this is the 'Aura of Life', it belongs to me. It's so good, it's so beautiful. If it were a long night, I would definitely grab it and walk towards the arms of the rightful owner." Fansuo smiled, his eyes Keep blinking, imagining that you are in a wonderful long night.

Immediately afterwards, his thinking became extremely clear. Under the influence of the "spiritual energy of life", he no longer felt pain, his body no longer shook, and even his words became calmer from being out of breath.

"I know I'm going to die. The real lost person will release the 'spirit of life' before death. This is a unique and wonderful thing given to the lost person and magicians by the Creator. It can burst out our last breath at the most critical moment. Gorgeous." Fan Suo explained to himself.

"Stop talking, Fansuo, I have lost many friends, and two more are missing. I don't want to face death anymore. Follow me and enter the realm of gods. He will definitely have a way to save you." Wright said. With tears in his eyes he cried out.

However, Fansuo just shook his head and said in a dark tone:

"It's not necessary. This is the 'principle' set by the Creator. We will definitely die after the 'life aura' is emitted. This thing just gives us the power to fight for the last time. As long as we don't die suddenly or the magic source power is exhausted, We will all be 'blessed' by it before we die. The Creator wants to use this to give the revelation to users of the magic source power: burn everything and return to nature. Actually, Wright, I don't regret reaching this point, or in other words, I’m surprised I ended up here.”

"I'm not powerful. There are many lost people at level 5: pain level. Besides, I still occupy the rank of Cardinal. Do you know what my name means? 'Mystery', like a riddle The voice. My life is a 'riddle' that can never be solved. I don't know why I was born, why I control extraordinary power, and why I want to devour humans. I also don't know where I will go in the future, whether I will be towards the semi-finals. God works hard for promotion, but still falls into the seven deadly sins, enjoys all pleasures and finally escapes into darkness."

"I have no direction to live. Although I am not mediocre or useless, I have never been able to find that path. I also want to get guidance from the gods, Wright. From the first time I saw you and smelled you I envy you after the strength in my body. In fact, except in the war, I did not kill anyone. I have a moral bottom line that I need to abide by, but these are not enough.

I sometimes feel like a soulless body wandering the world of sin. I am not a ‘successor of the mission’, nor am I a ‘person chosen by the gods’. I once tried to understand the movement of 'Elysia' and read the contents of 'fate', 'confusion', 'extraordinary' and 'grey dream'. But I have never been able to understand the true meaning of it. "

Having said this, Fansuo showed a bitter smile. He shook his head slightly, his gaze swept past Wright, looked at the blue sky, and then moved his gaze downwards, placing it on the "constantly twisting" stone door.

"I know..." Fansuo's voice became a little hoarse, "I have not understood the meaning of life, and I do not know the value of the existence of the 'Lost One'. If we use the explanation of the human camp, we can indeed think that the 'Lost One' is half Human beings have evolved successfully, and 'Wuxin Man' is the human being who has failed to evolve. But this understanding is too superficial. Now we are two hostile races, which proves that the Creator created us for the same goal."

"A target?" Wright asked softly in confusion.

"I don't know what it is? Maybe it's to examine myself, maybe it's to verify something. This requires you, Wright Sugra, the [Order] to explore and reveal the answer."

"However, as the pace of death draws closer, I seem to have 'enlightened' a little like a believer in Eastern religion. The meaning of life may be life itself, and we can continue to create new things while we are alive. And my meaning , maybe just give you a push at a critical moment and create a new future for you."

"A new... future?" Wright murmured.

"That's right." Fansuo nodded, "Our destiny is like Crusted's 'extreme cold realm', facing destruction and no hope; our future is as 'confused' as this wasteland continent, but you and I are like Existing as 'extraordinary' as a 'sequential god'. I am just a link in your chain like this 'grey dream'."

As he spoke, Fansuo rolled his eyes and chuckled:

"You are the one chosen by fate. 'Order' is a rare thing in the sequence of cards. Wright, you must trust fate and recognize reality. Death is just a common thing. If you can become a god, Even replacing the Creator one day, maybe you can formulate new 'reasons' to avoid tragedies. Did you know? Before entering the center of Silent Highlands, Aaron first did a tarot card divination, half for us and half for you. . It’s amazing, and we got an interesting result.”

"What is it?" Wright asked urgently.

He discovered that the "life aura" suspended around Fansuo was floating vertically upwards uncontrollably, and Fansuo's body was becoming transparent starting from his feet.

There are various signs that Fansuo does not have much time left!

"It's...'The Fool'!"

As Fansuo's words fell, his body accelerated the process of dissipation.

Amidst the vague and wonderful piano music, Fansuo's body finally floated towards the blazing sun with firefly-like green particles. Half a minute later, he finally disappeared, as if he had never been in this desperate and sinful land. There used to be a general, dark wasteland world.

"The Fool... Fansuo... Fansuo."

Facing the empty pure black vines with some dark red and light green liquid still remaining, Wright's eyes were dull and he fell to the ground, muttering in his mouth.

Several more lives disappeared in front of his eyes. The existence that was once highly valued by people in the previous world and above all else was now so cheap that it could be taken away at any time.

Even though Fansuo is the one favored by the crown prince of the Zine Empire, Ivante, and is the official cardinal of the Church of Dark Night, surpassing the existence of most of the lost people in the empire.

At this moment, as a trace of crimson flashed in his pure black eyes, Wright felt hot and itchy all over.

Whether it was a psychological effect or a physical discomfort, Wright scratched his right chest, abdomen, neck, and even his cheeks like crazy.

It wasn't until countless red "stripes" covered his skin in random directions that he panted heavily and sat down on his knees among the low sunflower bushes.

"'Destiny'?" Wright whispered:

"What exactly is 'destiny', simple death? Is it desire? Or the seven deadly sins? Or is it 'confused' like a walking zombie, and will eventually be destroyed?"

Thinking of this, Wright shook his head and showed a bitter smile:

“Is this what the Creator meant?”

"Or is it an instruction from the sequential gods?"

"Is 'destiny' an unchangeable 'reason' written by the gods?"

"Or is it a future we must bear? Bear...yes...bear."

"Now I can only bear all this. Relatively speaking, I am still very weak. I am not qualified to trigger the special professional ability of [Order], let alone the possibility of contacting gods. Yes, [Order] is the future king + pope existence. You must go through a long period of pain, appreciate all the emotions in the world, meet all kinds of people and creatures, appreciate the customs and customs of different regions, and see the various 'destinies' arranged by the gods, before you can become the leader of everything existence. But why was I chosen? An ordinary human being with no special skills, no absolutely high IQ, no pathological composure, and no unique technology? Is this... also another form of fate? "

Thinking of this, Wright's eyes suddenly opened. Under the hot and bright light, he seemed to have an "epiphany" in his heart.

He is not as crazy as the lost ones from the Church of Hope that he has seen, or as crazy as the mad woman Melina, and he is not as crazy as John's imperial researchers.

He carefully avoided the sunflowers on the ground, and supported his right hand on the soft, uniquely fragrant soil, for fear of breaking these golden things.

Then, he slowly stood up using his strength, turned around, and unexpectedly successfully stepped on the rapidly hardening soil, walking towards the stone door.

As he walked, a clear, weightless "Vita Water" quickly surged up from the floor of the altar, instantly spreading to Wright's knees.

The high-speed flapping of wings mixed with a "buzzing" sound came from behind Wright.

Looking back, I saw that the body of the person who had been pierced by other pure black vines had long since disappeared and turned into a group of ugly insects hovering on the top of the altar, buzzing almost non-stop.

A few seconds later, the swarm of insects slowly descended from the sky, deliberately avoiding Wright's body, and attached themselves to the sunflowers that blocked the road leading to the huge stone gate a few steps away.

Then, the bugs' bodies exploded and thick acid flowed out. In less than half a minute, they completely corroded the sunflower in front of them, opening up a complete path for Wright.

"Are you...sent by the gods to greet me?" Wright asked in a low voice.

Immediately, he smiled happily, but then shook his head and said to himself:

"It seems that it's time for me to welcome the 'destiny' that truly belongs to me. My body and the secret of the red magic source power may not be that important anymore. If I really see Him, in addition to asking Him to protect me, avoid Apart from the Socra Committee's 'Blood Night Ritual' and 'Raleye's Dream', I hope that He can give me even a little guidance to end the wasteland world."

As he spoke, he stepped across the ground stained by black ashes and walked quickly under the huge stone door. He murmured the incantation for spirit formation, surging the remaining remaining magic power in his body.

"I pray to the goddess of light!"

"I pray to the Lord of the Night!"

"I order with 'Order'!"

"The stone door leading to the dazzling, extraordinary, majestic, magnificent, strange, and profound realm of the gods."

"Turn on!"

As the spell ended, a stream of lotus-like flames surged in Wright's hands. They quickly transformed into ribbons as if guided, and poured into the mechanical gear at the center of the stone door.

In an instant, pure red light shone between the gears, and countless square red lines covered the surface of the simple stone door.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy mechanical gears running, and the "clang" and "squeak" sounds of the giant door opening, the giant door slowly revealed a gap that revealed the splendor of holiness and could only accommodate one person to pass through.

"The last step." Wright's heart pounded. He suppressed the ecstasy caused by his longing for the gods, suppressed the indescribable joy, and stepped into the stone door.

He did not notice that less than three seconds after his body disappeared into the light, a frail young man wearing the uniform of the Chekavsk Legion and wearing the "Chimney" badge on his chest walked out from behind the stone door.

He coughed lightly and looked around cautiously with his red eyes. After confirming that no one was there, he held the door with both hands, with a complicated expression on his face, breathing heavily, and passed through the waist-deep "Vita Water", stumbling out. He quickly walked into it.

Squeak - touch!

Along with the loud closing sound, the red light on the stone door dissipated, and the body slowly descended and escaped into the ground.

A few seconds later, the altar that had experienced fighting, killing, and death seemed to be reaching the end of its life. Under the light, it instantly fell apart and fell into the abyss.

…

"Up and down, left and right, time, space."

The mechanical, ethereal female voice echoed in Wright's ears again.

He felt as if he had had a long and terrible dream.

After trying hard to open his heavy eyelids, he found that he was still in a horrifyingly dark place before him, which was no different from closing his eyes tightly.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was in reality or a terrible nightmare from which he could never wake up.

Fortunately, his body's senses were not deprived. He used his hands to support the extremely cold ground and tried to stand up.

But the sudden dizziness and the feeling of exhaustion made his legs weaken and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Now he feels two opposing states attached to his mental realm, one is fatigue, the other is spirit.

But gradually, the instinctive fear of darkness and the unknown in his body took over all his thoughts.

Human beings are a species that longs for light. Whether it is the first era ruled by dragons or the wasteland era where filth is rampant, without light, humans will feel obscured, lose their goals, and become crazy.

Fortunately, within a few seconds, his ears suddenly heard the long-lost and very familiar sound of rapid and uniform footsteps coming from the imperial military boots.

Immediately afterwards, several oval-shaped, slightly dim lights appeared around him, one of which happened to completely cover his body.

"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta."

The footsteps became clearer and clearer, the area of ​​light shrank to a limited extent, and his surroundings became clearer and brighter.

Subconsciously looking down, Wright found that he was sitting on a staircase made of bluestone bricks.

As the footsteps reached their clearest and heaviest state, the elliptical light became clearest, and he finally heard the extremely familiar but unexpectedly unfamiliar, rich voice of a middle-aged man coming from the front:

"Wright, thank you for your hard work. You have completed the tasks we assigned you very well along the way, and you have also opened the final stone gate for the Socra Committee and our escort team. Of course, I have to congratulate you for being so close to 'Paradise' It’s just one step away.”

"George? General George!!!" Wright said in shock, looking up at the outline of a human being that gradually became clearer in the dim field.