Wasteland Echoer

"Wait a minute." George interrupted Wright's impulse, "I just thought about it, Wright's analysis may be reasonable, although it may not be that God will make any 'conspiracy' for us, at least... if it is a test, I can't take risks with the future managers of 'Paradise', our young people with great potential. After all, I am a dying person..."

As he spoke, George sighed deeply, but before he finished exhaling his breath, he began to cough violently.

His face turned red from holding back, and he bent down and struggled in place for a long time. Then George slowly calmed down his breathing and said in a hoarse voice:

"Back off, Wright. If nothing happens to me, you don't have to worry about what happens after entering God's Realm. We have passed through the levels one after another. After the flying yellow sand recedes, the follow-up committee and the soldiers of the escort team will They will easily come in to support us... If I die, remember to 'reconstruct' me in the 'paradise' space and let me experience the legendary feeling of 'resurrection', haha."

After saying that, George pulled Wright behind him, stretched out his right palm, and was about to slap him hard.

boom!

Just when his palm was about to touch the number "5" carved in the middle of the stone slab, a gunshot sounded suddenly from behind him.

Immediately, the unforgettable pain in his right arm was transmitted to his brain. When he looked down, his arm had been blown away, and the broken wound became bloody and bloody. There was even a trace of burning smell mixed with rancid smell.

No need to guess too deeply, it must have been Pusev who fired the shot.

Among the empire's standard pistols, only the "Crazy Bear" series has similar effects. Civilian organizations have always had low military levels and weak capabilities. They cannot control towns with industrial value, and cannot even build factories with complete systems. Naturally, there is no such thing. Such a powerful pistol is nothing more than a rocket launcher. But there is one exception, the "Lone Wolf Society" led by Pusev. The empire not only acquiesced to their opening of underground factories, but also intentionally or unintentionally provided them with many "sub-value raw materials" to help them build weapons and complete part of the empire's strategy. Target.

Therefore, their "Lone Wolf" series of pistols are as powerful as the "Bear", and even better in terms of ammunition capacity and accuracy.

George, who understood instantly, quickly turned around, awkwardly picked up his gun with his left hand, pointed it unsteadily in Pusef's direction, and said angrily:

"What are you doing, Pusef!"

"I said that this time the 'price' must be borne by Wright. If you help him, you are making an enemy of me!" Pusev shouted hysterically.

The bursts of pain in his eye sockets have been tormenting him. The "necessary sacrifice" endured by the interpretation of the third stone tablet has caused his spirit to gradually collapse. The more pain he feels, the angrier he becomes, and the angrier the emotions in his brain become. Many negative emotions will be amplified without limit until they are induced to make impulsive actions.

There is no doubt that George was also frightened by Pusev's sudden attack, but the anger of losing his arm in an instant allowed him to retain some sense.

He did not shoot, but confronted Pusev and advised:

"Put down the gun, it's me, Wright. He has power that neither you nor I can achieve. This is what 'Paradise' needs. Wake up, Pusef, you and I both know one thing, but we both remain If we all break up the tacit understanding of 'see through, don't tell,' do you think we can still be alive?"

"I don't care!" Pusef shouted:

"No matter what, the fourth code must be pressed by Wright. I don't care if he is a god or a devil, a strong man or a coward. Even if he wants to pierce my chest with his tentacles, I will kill him with a gun before that." His head. Wright..."

Pusef turned the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at Wright, and said in a commanding tone:

"Press it! Password! I want to personally supervise you and watch your hand press the number '5' with my own eyes. I want to see what price you will pay for my eyeball! Hurry up!"

Seeing the almost crazy Pusef, Wright naturally didn't want to have any more conflicts with this lunatic. He sighed, pressed George's hand that was holding the gun, and said:

"I'll go. This is what I am willing to do. After pressing the four codes, there is a high probability that the door will be opened. After I see the 'Daughter of Tool Yuan' later, I will also ask him carefully about my secrets. . You have goals, I have doubts. Our goals ultimately lead to the same result, just like countless rivers that merge into the 'central lake'. Now Brett is dead, Moros is dead, Feng, Sai , and 'Fansou', whom I had just met, is also dead. Life and death are just two cruel and very ordinary words to me now. Living is nothing more than enduring rounds of countless pains. , death is not a relief."

"Mr. George, if I have to give something as a 'price', I don't want God to take away part of my body. I hope he takes all of my life so that I can end this lingering nightmare. "

Wright said, lowering his eyes and feeling a sore nose. After sobbing for a while, he quickly wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes and walked steadily, like a fully armed human warrior in the First Era who was about to fight the dragons on the battlefield.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The steps of his heavy boots on the floor coincidentally coincided with the beat of his heart.

Stopping, Wright looked at the changing slate on Wengutes's chest, mustered up his courage, and slapped the number "5" heavily on the area representing "adventure".

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, and the huge door clearly visible on the stairs not far away shook violently, and countless dust and fine stones continued to fall to the ground from above.

But unfortunately, after the vibration stopped, several people discovered that the door only opened a small gap.

Even so, the subtle brilliance revealed inside, which is incompatible with the surrounding dim space, is still exciting enough.

"Wright, continue!" Pusev held the gun against the back of Wright's head and ordered:

"It must be caused by lack of strength. Surge your red magic source power! Surge your red magic source power!"

Fearing that Pusev would do something drastic and hurt him and George next to him, Wright chose to do it despite the threat.

Silently reciting the incantation for spirit formation, Wright surged with power within his body in this "underground Laputa" palace for the last time.

In an instant, a red light appeared on his right hand, as if it had been coated with a layer of luminous paint.

Immediately, the light shattered and transformed into a number of spark-like light spots. They spread, gathered, spread again, and gathered again in an organized manner, and finally dispersed completely in a dance-like flying, all of which floated to the top of the palace.

Suddenly, Wright felt his vision blurry.

He thought it was because his red magic source power was overdrawn, causing his body to suffer from ischemia and falling into a weak state, resulting in blurred vision.

But after the strong sense of transparency emanated from his brain and spread throughout his body, this wrong guess was self-defeating.

As the brain became clearer and "brighter", the surrounding space quickly changed from a state that was barely dimmed by relying on the "Eternal Light" flashlight, to a state as white and holy as if one were in heaven.

Everything just now turned into countless tiny particles, and as the invisible, unknowable, elusive, and unseen airflow carried them far away, only a huge piece of writing was left in front of Wright. "5" and a huge scroll with the ancient Zine Empire text "Adventure".

Gradually, the numbers and words began to become distorted, like paintings of great artistic value by abstract artists at the peak of their "inspiration".

In less than five seconds, a scene that horrified him appeared on the scroll.

"Could it be that...this is an image representing the 'adventure' sequence?"

Wright stared at the painting painted with various colors of paint, his eyes wide open, his eyeballs bulging, and his black eyes seemed to be about to overflow from his eye sockets and roll to the ground.

His soul seemed to be "arrested" and "bound" by the painting, holding his body fixed in place, unable to move at all.

He saw a city, a city in war and about to be destroyed.

The muddy, broken city ground was covered in blood and red flames as desperate people knelt and screamed. The tall buildings representing the city itself were broken in half by artillery fire, and would soon fall apart under the cold wind.

The sky is divided into two by a red line, with the curtain symbolizing day on the left and the scroll representing the long night on the right; the "Heavenly Punishment" symbolizing the wrath of the gods is falling in mid-air in an attempt to completely destroy decay, pain, chaos and struggle.

However, looking toward the center of the painting, Wright discovered a young boy.

He has white hair, a pair of glasses on his head, and his dressing style is very much like that of a Western Continent adventurer.

At this moment, he stood tall and straight, raising his right hand, summoning a barrier of earthy yellow light, trying to prevent the disaster by himself.

Unfortunately, there was a rifle behind him pointed directly at his head, and the trigger had already been pulled.

Within seconds, Wright's brain came up with an interpretation of the picture depicting "adventure."

"War is cruel, and it is the beginning of the destruction of everything. As long as this machine is started, everything will not stop, but will develop towards the worst ending. The gods were angry that the war disturbed their 'sweet dreams', and sent down 'God's Punishment' Trying to annihilate everything, the young man guided by his mission mobilized his strength in an attempt to compete with the gods and save mankind on the verge of destruction. But what he didn't know was that human nature is twisted, the human heart is sinister, and the existence he desperately protects is about to be destroyed. His life."

"Is this the meaning of 'adventure'? Doing it knowing that you can't do it, knowing that there is an abyss ahead but still moving forward, even if you are hurt by the thing you are protecting, but still following your inner voice without hesitation and moving forward...? Sure enough... enough Sadly, I think that the last password I deciphered on the stone tablet was 'No. 5: Adventure', perhaps it was a hint or warning from the Creator to me."

"The unjust war between human beings symbolizes the war in the picture. The 'punishment' sent by the gods is the 'unintentional virus'. The adventurer boy may be the combination of countless warriors who save mankind from dangerous situations. The truth behind that Rifles must be a concentrated expression of mankind's countless "bad qualities". This...should also express the gods' disappointment in mankind. This race full of conspiracy, harm and evil should not exist on the mainland. Sooner or later we will become extinct. It’s in your own hands.”

Thinking of this, Wright sighed heavily and shook his head. He didn't know whether it was a sigh for the fate of mankind or a pity for himself.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame suddenly appeared from the middle of the scroll. Like a beast that devoured everything, it annihilated all the scrolls in an instant, leaving no residue.

Immediately, ancient stone pillars rose from the ground, and towering buildings continued to appear in the distance. A dark curtain quickly fell in the sky, and countless stars began to emerge from it, and then quickly extinguished.

Wright looked up at the curtain as if he were looking at the vast, splendid and mysterious universe. It seemed that if he stared seriously, the Creator who was sleeping in his nightmare would wake up and come to him.

Gradually, the white mist began to quietly float around his body, instantly "engulfing" the dark curtains, ancient buildings, and everything in his sight.

A hangover-like feeling lingered around his body, making him temporarily forget the stars, universe, buildings and scrolls he had just seen. He felt that his body was tightly bound by an inexplicable force, unable to move.

We will all fall into darkness, no one can be redeemed, no one can be forgiven, the bells of repentance ring, and what mankind will receive will no longer be mercy, but destruction.

Only persistent and strong human beings can keep moving forward and prevent tragedy; cowardly and humble existences can only kneel on their knees and accept the burning of the flames.

The dull sound of the whistle appeared in Wright's ears at an inappropriate time like a death knell, and the frightening feeling of mourning lingered in his ears and lingered.

When the sound disappeared, the space around Wright became clear again, and his five senses finally returned to normal.

"Whirring whirring……"

Breathing heavily, beads of sweat continued to fall from Wright's forehead. He didn't know whether everything just happened was a dream or the result of the resonance between the power of the red magic source and the power of the gods.

He held a smooth slate with no words on it with both hands and looked around.

He saw George squatting on the ground and gasping weakly, his face spattered with blood, and next to him, Pusev was pierced by several dark tentacles and scarlet vines, and had lost his life.

"What happened? He... Pusef, was he attacked by something?" Wright asked with a look of disbelief.

"Ah, yes, they were attacked." George said lightly, looking forward with unfocused eyes, "That was the 'price' of the last stone tablet, the 'fall before dawn' mentioned in the literature." George said slightly He moved his body and said in a weak, hoarse voice:

"After the fourth password was entered just now, the characters on the slate completely disappeared, and the 'forbidden door' leading to the divine realm was also successfully opened. But you were briefly controlled by the remaining power of the slate, and your red demon The source power gave birth to those tentacles and vines under the influence of the power of the gods."

"They penetrated Pusef's head, eye sockets, throat, heart, abdomen and thighs, and quickly sucked his blood, causing him to roar crazily and unwillingly 'bear' death. That lunatic...it would be better if he died. , otherwise it would be a disaster if he entered the paradise. But Wright..." George wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, pressed it to his wet red heart, lowered his head sadly and said:

"You see, this is God...the power of God to suppress everything. Your road ahead is still long, maybe you will accept 'Paradise', maybe you will never...never recognize our ideas. But these are no longer important. Already..."

"My painful, dark life is finally coming to an end, and it's time for me to meet my wife who has been in the 'Kingdom of Heaven' for more than thirty years."