Wasteland Echoer

"Let me go! Let me go! You executioner!"

Wright, who was pressed under a mass of muscles, seemed to have come out of his previous madness, struggling and shouting, trying to release himself from the restraint.

However, Pusev was worthy of being an experienced fighter and the leader of the "Lone Wolf Society". With one swooping blow, he not only held down Wright's arms and legs with his strong physical fitness, but also suppressed his legs. He took the opportunity to knock the blood-stained military dagger out of his hand, causing him to completely lose the chance to resist.

"What a disobedient kitten." Pusev said viciously:

"Did you know? Many people in Crusted like to raise cats. Although cats are not as completely domesticated and loyal as dogs, their unruly character can always arouse the possessiveness of their nation. Whether it is a big cat It’s still a kitten, they all have their own unique way of raising them.”

As Puseff spoke, he took out the nylon rope he carried with him from his pocket, forcefully put Wright's hands behind his back, pressed his knees against his waist, tied his wrists with the rope, and tied a tight knot. Make sure Wright doesn't get away easily.

"You killed Brett, and this is the price you should pay!" Wright struggled and roared, and tried with all his strength to "rejuvenate", surging the red magic power in his body.

However, he felt as if the power in his body was bound in a large cover like a Socratic dome. No matter how much it surged, it could not escape at all.

Looking at Wright, who was screaming and struggling desperately on the spot, George stood up, put the box containing the "Demon Demon" series of coats of arms back to his waist, but did not close it, walked slowly to Wright's side, and said with a half disappointed and half helpless expression He looked at him and said:

"Stop struggling, Wright. Every minute you waste here will multiply our troubles. I said, I will let you take my place and make you an important member of the 'Paradise' Governance Committee." Manager. This will not change because of any of your actions. I have never cared about what kind of unruly souls have been mixed in your consciousness. I also don’t care how difficult your battle is during this period. You have encountered Who has passed, what has happened, now, I only ask you one thing. If you do it well and beautifully, the Socratic Committee and I may make limited concessions."

"Concession?" Wright didn't react for a moment. After more than ten seconds, he said leisurely:

"Does negotiating with you executioners count?"

"Of course it counts. I swear in the name of the Lord of Machinery and the Lord of Dark Night. If we lie, my soul will fall into the endless cold, and the sharp blades constructed by the machine will be peeled off layer by layer before I die. My skin and flesh, during which I will retain my full consciousness and bear the pain of the most severe sanctions."

As he spoke, George crossed his hands and placed them on his forehead. This has been a common prayer method for admirers of the Lord of the Night for thousands of years.

"If...if you keep your word, who will bear the responsibility for Brett's death?" Wright said, with tears in his eyes, and all the strength in his body seemed to be suddenly stripped away, and he lay on the cold bluestone floor. on, whimpering.

"Wright, do you want me to tell you again?" Seeing that Wright had briefly lost his sense of resistance, Pusev reprimanded him in a stern tone:

"He is already dead, do you know? He is already dead! Sequential monsters and vampire power have eroded his brain, and his zombie-like existence is nothing more than giving you a beautiful thought. The unconscious body is the reason why It is painful for people to live without dignity like a walking zombie. One thing I didn't have time to tell you just now is that Brett's divine body is the favorite 'tool' of corrupt things and the lost. It is powerful and will not resist the pain caused by any intrusion. Stupid and evil forces will inject maggot-like ugliness into it, turning it into an endless machine for satisfying desires and killing. So, we are Preventing tragedy before it happens can easily be misunderstood and, of course, may never be understood, understand!”

Puseff's tone was not an order to Wright, but a stern reprimand.

After a brief and rapid thought, Wright stopped sobbing, and with pain in his eyes, he said in a voice hoarse from roaring:

"I'm not... at least not completely Wright. I originally lived in a country without war and killing. The Creator's arrangement forced me to come to this wasteland full of death, but I don't want to accept death. I'm not ready yet. , my comrades-in-arms and those children died in front of me. I only woke up from the city of Sogra for more than a month, don't you think it's too cruel for me to endure this?"

What surprised Wright was that his self-report did not surprise the two Georges, nor did they receive a positive response from them.

After a long silence, George took out a cigarette made of original inner-rolled flowers from his arms, took out a box of matchboxes with the words "Scotland Machinery Factory" printed on them, took out one, and slid it on the sandpaper Finally, with the ghostly dim flame, he lit the cigarette.

After taking a deep breath and feeling the sudden pain mixed with pressure in his brain ease, George said leisurely with a look of enjoyment on his face:

"No one cares about your past, Wright. No one cares about your future. I only know that you have enough power to seek a high status in 'Paradise'. Today, tomorrow, yesterday, and the old days, we can only pay attention to In the present, seek the future appropriately. So Wright, at this point, I don’t think I am qualified to give you any substantive commitments, but I will tell you one reality.”

"What?" Wright asked slightly numbly, tilting his head to look at George with difficulty.

"'Paradise', He can accept dead people. As long as that person has truly existed and has not been completely forgotten, he can be reborn in 'Paradise'. You also know that human beings will experience three deaths. One is the death of the body, the second is social death, and the third is passing away. We agree, and the gods naturally agree with this point of view. When the power of the Lord of the Night and the Goddess of Light shines on the stone made of burning liquid From the moment the mirror pours into the city of Socra, a golden world will be formed. At that time, it will truly be "visible people and unencounterable things." In this way, Wright, As one of the future managers, if you want to 'resurrect' those 'comrades' and 'children' who have not been forgotten, isn't it just 'what you wish for, so you do'?"

"'What you wish for, so you do'?" Wright kept repeating George's seductive words.

In the ancient-style palace space where the only sound that could be heard was the surging water, Wright pondered for several seconds. He first looked at Wright, who was instantly infected with the wind of twilight, and then at the tall, invincible figure. [Guardian] Pusef sighed and said:

"I still don't recognize 'Paradise', but if... they can exist in another form, it will be a comfort to the living. I admit that I am now under your coercion and cannot use absolute power, but I would rather go Ask the gods about my secrets, and ask him if he can resurrect the dead. Before that, I think our purpose is the same, to open the door to the temple of the gods."

In the restrained state, Wright chose to compromise. He knew that George and Pusef were reluctant to kill him. At the last moment of entering the divine realm, he did not sense the "Fire Emblem", "Dark Blood Emblem" and "Dark Blood Emblem". "Tomorrow's Emblem", even the breath of one.

The red magic source power he possesses is a crucial bargaining chip. Although "every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade", the power that is highly related to the apostle of the gods can open the stone door that finally leads to the temple of the god "Daughter of Tool Yuan" This power is enough to protect him from all threats of death.

In fact, Pusev did not finish his previous discussion on raising cats or wild beasts, he did so.

The key point of this theory is that the beast should not be pushed too hard, as this will drive it crazy and bite its owner desperately. Of course, you cannot devote all your "love", otherwise the beast will not be able to recognize its own status. If your "love" is even a little biased, you will suffer severe backlash.

This requires absolute power to suppress first and provide hope later. The beast that is pulled back and forth between hope and despair is more likely to be controlled or "played" by the owner.

Hearing Wright's compromise, George and Pusef breathed a sigh of relief. After helping Wright up, Pusev did not remove the rope from his wrist. Instead, he followed George's footsteps and walked quickly to the seemingly empty hall. Central location.

"You know, Wright, this palace is called 'Underground Laputa'. Our intelligence shows that there is a magnificent sculpture here, dating back to the end of the First Age, by one of the five warriors who defeated the dragons. , the man who later founded the Eventre Empire, made it by using the sacred power of the 'Scorching Fantasy' related to heraldry and sealed objects. Moreover, he once set restrictions related to 'wisdom' for the statue. , only by understanding the words on the stone tablet and making the right choice can the 'Restricted Door' be opened." George said, pulling Wright's shoulder and walking aside.

Wright was curious about where George was standing. He lowered his head and took a closer look. Only then did he realize that there was a large, square totem area carved on the cement floor in the center of the palace.

The pictures in the totem are similar to countless huge cards spliced ​​together. Each card is engraved with patterns of different styles, but in the upper right corner there are general numbers ranging from 0-15 in the Western Continent.

However, due to the green moss and damage to the concrete body, Wright could not decipher it at all.

While he was thinking, Wright heard George's rich voice:

"It takes your power to make the statue appear, Pusef. Let Wright and I see the unique ability of the [Guardian] to transform the terrain."

George said, reaching out and tapping the box on his waist, turning off the function of confining the magic source power of the "Demon Annihilation" series products.

"Of course, this is what you and I have agreed upon, as well as the Socratic Committee. But now I don't want to instill in you ideas of 'love' and 'protection' and influence you subtly." Feeling that something is about to surge in your body, Pushing out the rich magic power, Pusev showed a subtle smile, and then said:

"Thanks to the 'Cry of the Rock' magic potion you provided me, I have learned one of the core skills of the [Guardian] profession."

As he spoke, he took a half-step forward, stepped on the bluestone tiles on the edge of the cement totem, made fists with both hands, stretched straight forward, murmured a spell in the ancient language of the Zhne Empire, and began to form spirits:

"I pray for the blessing of the Lord of the Earth."

“I ask for the energy of the mountains and the land.”

"Stretching mountains and rivers nurture all living things."

"Endless rocks block the cold."

"The earth gives me endless courage."

“I will pray for your strength in the name of ‘Lone Wolf’.”

"Transform, let the overlapping appear."

"The trembling of the earth will break the fog for us!"

The spell itself seems to have truly endless power!

After the chanting was completed, the ground of the entire palace began to shake violently.

Fortunately, George, Wright, and Pusef themselves are physically strong [warriors] with extraordinary strength.

Just by moving on the spot, the three of them passed the trembling moment smoothly.

Immediately afterwards, Wright saw an earthy yellow light gradually changing from dim to clear on Puseff's fists.

He realized that this was the exclusive brilliance belonging to the earth-type magic source.

Wright narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Pusef's fists with pure black eyes. This was the first time he saw and appreciated the power of the earth's magic source.

In this era when people are gradually abandoning magic and respecting steam machinery, the unique power of magic is precious wherever it is.

A few seconds later, a triangular area of ​​light that resembled a magic circle appeared in front of Pusev's fists.

Carved on it are patterns formed by stacked mountains and "hearts of rock", and several circular totems on the edge are constantly rotating.

Then, as the muscles of his arms tightened to the extreme, Pusev withdrew his fists back and punched forward violently. The magic circle in front of him instantly turned into countless tiny light fragments.

A thick, rock-like light took on the shape of a semicircle, rushing forward in a manner similar to a shock wave.

And, as the power poured out, the ground covered by the cement totem in front of him took on a stepped shape, with flaky fan-shaped rock rings emerging from the ground.

What is strange is that after the shock wave power completely dissipated, the rock rings all floated into the air.

Accompanied by the psychedelic colors and the huge "rumbling" sound of mechanical operation, they actually combined with each other according to the predetermined trajectory to form a ten-meter-high human-shaped statue.

Looking at the majestic, huge, majestic, majestic, and spectacular statue, Pusev, who had exhausted his magic power, couldn't help but kneel down on his knees and lowered his head!