Wasteland Echoer

That is the statue of the "great man", a presence that makes everyone look up to him.

Pusev was deeply shocked by the statue in front of him. His limbs were close to the ground, maintaining the same posture as when facing the gods. He did not dare to raise his head and take another look at the statue.

"Human beings cannot look directly at gods." This is the philosophy adhered to by Pusev, a man who still retains some of the culture left over from the second season.

"Know who that is? Wright." George

He asked with an unprecedented serious expression, and subconsciously adjusted his clothes.

"I don't know." Wright shook his head, "But the style of the sculpture is very similar to what I saw in the library that time. It's tall and straight, with a majestic feel to it, and the facial features can't be clearly seen."

"You can still remember this. You are indeed a being who is highly related to the apostle of God. You are also a talent. It's a pity that Ivant is not so lucky. You should not have the chance to meet even once. Otherwise, you would also Rise like a rocket like Kaiwukski." As he spoke, George smiled bitterly and threw away the cigarette that was about to burn out, leaving only a trace of bright red dots.

Immediately, he looked up at the statue and gave it a standard Zine Empire military salute.

"You can call him 'Wingutus, the Windsinger of the Western Continent'. He is one of the five great warriors of mankind who fought against the dragons in ancient times, the founder of the central empire, and the first king with a high reputation. Humanity has truly evolved from the barbaric primitives. The transition from tribal rule to a more productive and 'brighter' future era in which privatization begins to take shape cannot be separated from the contributions of the five warriors."

"Not only did they lead mankind to completely destroy the evil era jointly led by the dragons and the Lord of the Night, but they also completely erased their bodies after the end of Karloff and sent them into the illusory 'Dragon Realm'. This is What a great achievement, Wright. In the First Era, humans were only one of the eighteen weak races under the rule of the Dragon Clan. In just one era, we have become the only masters of this continent."

"Do you know? It was him, Winguts, who led the army of the Kru-Avent Alliance into the Kingdom of Karlov, where the Dragon Clan was last entrenched. It was on the 'Pillar of Roots' that was said to be able to directly communicate with the Creator. ' Before, he used a sacred object to cut off the head of the last two-headed dragon, one black and one red, ushering in an era that belongs to us. So Wright, you have to know that he was not only one of the greatest heroes of that era, but also one of the greatest heroes today. A hero who cannot be ignored in a world of ruins."

"We cannot forget heroes or lose heroes. No matter whether we are prosperous or ruined, poor or rich, strong or weak, with heroes, we humans will have the spiritual strength worth fighting for. They are guiding us to cross the chasms ahead. Towards the real future. But Wright..."

George turned his head and glanced at the rope tied to Wright's wrist, thought for two seconds, sighed softly, patted Wright's shoulder heavily with his right hand, and said:

"I can tolerate you not saluting the hero this time. After all, I'm not sure whether you will do something as outrageous as just now. But, bringing so many people into the core of Silent Highlands, a place that is one step away from the gods. It’s really inappropriate. Even if you didn’t go crazy and take action just now, Pusev and I would have killed them.”

As he spoke, George put his wrinkled face close to Wright's ear and continued in a low voice:

"After all, the fewer people who know the secrets of gods, the better. I'm not sure if there are people loyal to Ivant among them. Of course, even if they don't die, they are not qualified to enter the sacred 'paradise'."

"I understand." Wright nodded and ignored George's chattering, almost neurotic story. He looked up at the statue and watched it carefully.

Known as the "Windsinger of the Western Continent", Winguts indeed has a sense of freedom and ease as a bard, and this sculpture must have vividly displayed his original self.

In the sculpture, Wengutes has a ribbon tied to his forehead, and a scarf made of cheap fabric around his neck, trailing lightly behind him, as if he is being blown by the oncoming breeze, even though his facial expression cannot be seen. It was too clear, but with his high forehead and tightly closed eyes, it was not difficult to read his sense of enjoyment.

Wright even noticed that the end of the ribbon was connected to a gem nearly the size of a quarter of the sculpture's head.

In the middle is a nearly hollow eyeball that makes people feel scared, and on the outside are wings made of rock sculptures.

Slowly, Wright moved his gaze downwards. The part below the head of the statue and the one above it were completely opposite in style.

If the one above is a work of art carefully polished by an "affectionate little girl", the one below is a brutal but majestic thing made by a "sophisticated muscular craftsman".

Wright took a closer look and saw that Wingutes's lower body was made of military armor with a strong ancient style.

Similar to the heavily armed "Black Knight" he had seen in the information, the iron material like animal scales tightly wrapped every part of the body, but it did not look like an aluminum trash can like an ordinary knight. On the contrary, the tight fit between armor and muscles shows the beauty of endless strength that is unique to men.

At this point, the style of this statue is not only that of the Western Continent, nor does it belong to the Central Empire. In Wright's view, it actually has a hint of Eastern charm.

While observing, the ground suddenly shook violently several times.

Immediately afterwards, lines composed of earth-yellow light representing the power of the earth's magic source shuttled back and forth and disappeared on the sculpture's armor unscrupulously, forming one standard geometric figure after another.

Finally, they all converged on the sturdy, armored chest of the Ungutus statue.

Immediately, the statue's feet began to emit a dark purple, chaotic light belonging to the abyss.

George and Pusef also looked up together with Wright. The huge statue gradually sank as if it was swallowed by the purple light area. In less than half a minute, only the upper half of the chest was exposed.

"Coming, George, the stone tablets that can open the 'forbidden door' are coming out." Pusev shouted with difficulty concealing his inner ecstasy.

He knew that once the secret of the stone tablet was revealed by the boy with the power of the red magic source, he would be able to completely integrate into the city of Socra, and get tickets to enter the sacred "paradise" together with his brothers from the "Lone Wolf Society".

In this way, they no longer need to worry about death all day long and be used and deceived by the empire.

No longer would they sleep with their weapons in hand, fearing that the "Heartless" and the Lost, thirsty for flesh and blood, would suddenly swoop in without warning.

In the wasteland world, what flows in their bodies is nothing but the fuel that their enemies crave, the fuel of the bloody monsters entrenched in the Sune Empire. The more they devour humans, the more "sorrow" they will accumulate in their bodies, and the easier it will be to obtain the Demon Source Sequence Core and advance to the Sequence Level.

The members of the "Lone Wolf Society" headed by Pusev are bound by human moral sense and so-called restrictions. Naturally, they can only resist and cannot join.

After entering the "Paradise", they can abandon their dirty, humble, ugly, and weak bodies, become one of the masters in the "New World", and gain true power like the Creator.

This was naturally the promise that Holli, the leader of the Socratic Committee, the prime minister of the empire, and the governor of the Socratic city, entrusted George to convey to him.

Compared to Ivant, who could hurt even his allies, threaten even his teachers, and kill even his advisers, Holly was like an angel!

Thinking of this, Pusev could no longer conceal his inner excitement. He looked straight at the half-remaining statue and asked George:

"This is normal, right? It's mentioned in your documents."

"Of course." George nodded and said:

"The 'Diary of the Decider', which was independently interpreted by our Socrates, made it very clear, 'The empty palace needs the call of the earth. Apart from half a statue, the insatiable magic source power is the only way to unlock the dust-sealed world. The key to the mystery.'"

"Understood, George." A proud smile appeared on the corner of Pusev's mouth, and the seemingly endless earth magic power surged in his body again.

"I pray for the blessings of the Lord of the Earth!"

“Ask for strength from the mountains and rocks!”

"Reveal the hidden things and lift the dust!"

After reciting the soul-binding words, this time, Pusef's body was covered with a strong, constantly shining, earth-yellow light that was close to golden.

His hands and feet touched the concrete floor at the same time. After a sudden burst of force, a spiderweb-like crack was blasted out of the area where he was.

Immediately afterwards, circles of yellow rings spread out like ripples on the lake.

For a moment, the light on the chest of the Ungutes statue resonated with Pusef's power, and a bright beam of light was released vertically upward!

Immediately, four slightly dim and narrow light pillars rose simultaneously from the four directions of the statue (front, back, left, and right), straight to the top.

The sound of the metal machine's movement mixed with the sound of breaking rocks was heard. Four stone tablets, which were as tall as one person, rose from the bottom of the light pillar. In an instant, all the power of the light pillar was absorbed and concentrated on a round sphere at the top of the stone tablet, leaving only There was a light as calm as a kerosene lamp.

At the same time, Pusev looked at the sculpture of Ungutes again. The scale-like armor on its chest no longer existed. It was replaced by a square piece divided into sixteen equal parts, with the words " A stone tablet with common numbers from 0 to 15 in the Western Continent.

"Boy." Seeing this situation, Pusev could no longer conceal his ecstasy. He grabbed Wright's wrist that was forced behind his back, pulled him roughly towards a stone tablet facing the statue, and spoke with a rich voice. urged:

"It's your job. Now use your red magic power to touch it, and we can get the words on it. Next, decipher it, and then we can get the password. Do you see it? That stone slab behind you There are numbers, press the four numbers you interpreted in sequence, and the 'forbidden door' will open, hahaha."

Listening to Pusev's "hearty" laughter, Wright felt nauseous. The feeling of being forced to do things is always not so wonderful, but since the goals of several people are the same now, he also wants to see the extraordinary god "Zhiyuanzhi". "Female", using the power of the red magic source to interpret the stone tablet, she had absolutely no reason to refuse.

Thinking of this, Wright turned his head and looked at his bound hands, raised his head and said to Pusev with a slight grievance:

"How can I use the red magic power with my hands trapped?"

"Haha, I forgot about this in the excitement." Pusev smiled, bent down to pick up the military dagger that Wright used just now, and cut the nylon rope with a sharp stroke.

After throwing away the dagger, Pusev did not forget to joke:

"Unchained kitten, hurry up and get on with your work."

"good."

With that said, Wright took a half-step forward, moved his aching wrist, silently recited the incantation for spirit formation, and gently placed his right hand on the stone tablet.

Suddenly, a blue light glowed in his chest, and along with it, a strong red light group appeared in his palm, like water pouring, as bright as a dream in person.

They flowed down slowly and eerily like liquids. Wherever they passed the stone monuments, they were all glowing with golden light.

When the bright red light was "smeared" on the stone tablet like paint, several lines of engraved hieroglyphics appeared in front of the three people.

"What is this?" Pusef asked.

"It doesn't look like the lingua franca of the Western Continent, let alone the script we and the north use. It's not an alphabetic script. The only country in the world that uses hieroglyphs is the Empire of Fire. Could this be their script?" George bent his back. Analyzed with arms akimbo.

But what the two of them didn't know was that at the first sight of these words, Wright's heart pounded and he felt an unspeakable impulse.

He recognized the words and could read them completely!

He couldn't be more familiar with these characters, they are all "vivid" Chinese characters!

His hands trembled unconsciously as he picked up the stone tablet. Wright pursed his lips, trying not to scream out loud due to excitement.

Looking at these familiar hieroglyphics, a bold idea suddenly came to Wright's mind:

Is it possible that I am not the first time traveler? Before me, there was an unknown traveler who existed on this continent. It's just that he didn't do anything extraordinary, so there are not many descriptions of this special person.

The history of this world so far has only recorded some outstanding emperors, such as Ivan XXII of the Krusted Empire, but there are almost no bug-level ones.

It seems that the life of the time traveler may not be easy. Perhaps, no matter how smart, advanced, powerful, and wise the time traveler comes to a strange world and cannot integrate into it, he may not be able to leave anything memorable. .

Do you want to cheat all the way through time travel, defeat monsters and upgrade, create an advanced industrial civilization, create a powerful technological country, and then stand at the pinnacle of power in the world?

From this point of view, I am afraid that people who hold this idea are still awake in broad daylight.

After secretly teasing him, Wright came to his senses and began to silently read the very familiar words on the stone tablet from left to right:

"Good thoughts are born from love, and evil thoughts are finally confused. Hold your head high and offer sacrifices, and the radiance of the oracle will shine."