Wasteland Echoer

"Cheer up, General George." Wright hurried forward, helped George up, and leaned against the stone slab.

"I know, Wright." George looked at Wright with loving eyes, stretched out his hand, and stroked Wright's cheek so gently before.

The feeling of being pierced through the heart by a tentacle is extremely painful, and due to the "Silence Plant" in the body and the magic power and extraordinary power wandering and floating in this space, George's wounds cannot be healed for a while, and the fatal injuries cannot be recovered. Taking his life was undoubtedly an inhumane and painful journey.

But not only was he not upset, angry, or resentful, but he showed an expression of relief.

With a smile on his face, George said with an expression:

"You know, Wright, my wife is a very beautiful lady. Thirty years ago, at the dance in the border city of the Zine Empire and Crusted, I was attracted by her graceful figure and the swan. Attracted by her graceful movements. The Crusaders, she is a Crusade. The dance they are proud of is the 'Swan Dance'. As long as the music is played, the whole place will be silent, and only she dances gracefully. Seduce my soul away.”

"Later... we went to Sundre City and had our child. We gave him a name that means 'light'. It's a pity that I never thought of doing something for mankind, nor did I try to end the troubled world. , I just hope to climb up as much as possible on this dirty land and sit on a higher position. I admit... participating in the construction of 'Paradise' is because I am disappointed with the empire and want to completely surrender to the committee's camp. Holly...that crazy dictator Holly promised me to be one of the 'Supreme Managers' of the first Governing Council, and you will take over from me after I lose interest in 'management' and lead more... A realm close to 'real mechanical civilization'."

"However, during the 'slow time' when my heart was penetrated, I thought a lot, Wright, maybe I was wrong."

"No, General George, there is no right or wrong, only different positions." Wright quickly comforted him and said:

"If this were the admirable era of the Steam Age, the person who proposed this plan would definitely be considered a lunatic and then dragged to a dark corner and beaten to death. However, the Wasteland Era is, after all, a bleak, painful, and depressing era. In an era of despair, everyone here has been enduring endless torture since birth."

"People with ability cannot be reused, people with ideals cannot see hope, people with resources dare not fight hard, and people who have nothing but life are 'living' just to 'live'. This is a terrible situation." The era is a process of 'increasing entropy'. If those of us who stick to our ideals don't try and fight hard, we can only watch helplessly as this continent, which has given birth to countless gorgeous creatures and splendid civilizations, goes into silence. Eventually it will perish."

"So, you are not wrong, I am not wrong, and neither is Crown Prince Evante. We are all moving along the path we think is right with limited power and knowledge. There is no right person on this 'journey' and wrongdoers, there are only 'winners' and 'losers'. I feel more and more now that only the true concept of [order] can truly 'restart' the world and rekindle civilization."

"What is... [True Order]?" George asked in confusion. He looked at Wright, who was looking up in the direction of the "Restricted Gate" with a melancholy but hopeful expression. He felt more and more strange, but felt more and more like him. It's slowly becoming great.

"Ivant... what he hopes to build is not the real [Order], but a personal [Order] that is forcibly established based on strong military power and complete resources. Once he dies, or simply makes a wrong decision, [Order] will collapse in an instant, becoming even more chaotic than before. Just like...an emperor of the Central Empire."

"You mean, Alexander?" George guessed, but suddenly he coughed twice and vomited out a ball of dark, sticky liquid with a pungent smell.

He knew that his time was indeed running out, and with Wright accompanying him on his final journey, he was not alone.

"Yes, how come there is an Alexander in this world, and his experiences after death are so surprisingly consistent?" Wright cursed softly, thinking of the history of the Central Empire that Brett told him in Chekavusk.

After thinking for a few seconds, he turned his head and glanced at Brett's body, whose head was completely changed and lifeless, and sighed and relayed:

"Yes, Alexander, he was the emperor of the Central Empire at the end of the Second Era. In his time, the Holy Rum language that originated there affected the entire Western Continent. He conquered many peoples and vast areas, and established a huge, A great multi-ethnic country. Therefore, it was logical that he changed his position from 'King' to 'Emperor'."

"But all this relies on not laws, rules, agreed customs, nor systems left behind after careful thought and careful planning, but the army. After his death, the empire fell apart and became several vassal states that were fighting against each other. , it was not until three hundred years later that the new emperor Augustus was crowned in the 'Land of the Moon', ending the chaos."

"So... do you want to say that the real [order] is based on the system?" George asked.

"No." Wright shook his head, "Maybe, not entirely."

"At least the person who establishes [order] should have an ambitious goal and be willing to pay all costs including life for it. Secondly, he must understand the rules, establish rules, build a system, and be able to abide by it and not Deliberately destroy it. Finally, he should lead all those who are willing to end the chaos and build a truly inclusive state."

"There must be [order] as the benchmark. There will be no killing, no oppression, no opposition and discrimination. In the end, no one will rule and no one will be ruled. There will only be countless races looking up at the stars and longing for peaceful coexistence and shared weal and woe among races beyond the stars. "

"It's really ideal, Wright." George smiled slightly and chose not to comment.

"It is an 'ideal', but it is 'difficult to realize'. Maybe I will reach the position of a god a few hundred years later, and I will not be able to build such a world. But in fact, I remember someone said to me, the next step in the Steam Age The era should be the 'Technological Era', not the deviated 'Wasteland Era'. If mankind can really survive and rekindle the fire of civilization, the next era should be the 'Star Era'." Wright said.

"'Star Era', a wonderful and strange name." George said, his eyes gradually widened, and he looked up at the top of the palace with all his strength, as if his sight and thoughts could already penetrate the walls, break through the bricks, and look into the silence. The twinkling stars under the night sky, and the colorful and brilliant "Galaxy" across the high sky.

For a moment, he couldn't feel the pain anymore. He only felt that his body became light and airy, as if there was a force taking him off the ground and towards the deep universe that gave birth to life.

However, under the constraints of Wright, he can only be restrained by invisible "threads" like a kite, unable to escape at all.

"The 'Age of Stars' is a product of science fiction in my world. The world before I traveled through time was already very prosperous in technology and culture. We invented countless electrical equipment and had powerful and efficient communication capabilities. We can It can dive into the ocean to a depth of 10,000 meters and fly to the moon, but it cannot be called a 'star civilization'."

"The real 'Star Era' is an era when one can look into the starry sky and see countless speeding points of light and jump through wormholes at the peak of technology; it is an era where one breaks through the constraints of the planet and roams in endless space; it is an era where restlessness is possessed, An era full of expectations and exploration; it is an era that ignores 'time, space, past and future' and satisfies endless reveries. In the future era, human beings will no longer fight for a few resources, nor will they fall into the trap caused by evil thoughts. The abyss of sin, we will have endless lives to explore the endless universe, and we will also be transformed by technology, becoming existences that are not afraid of any disasters, can adapt to any space, and are comparable to gods."

While Wright was expressing his inner emotions affectionately, George's mind seemed to be emptied, and all thoughts about the "Zine Empire", "Socrate Committee", "Paradise" and "God" were thrown aside.

He looked attentively into the imaginary future universe, and indeed he saw spaceships speeding past, as well as impulses that existed for the purpose of leaping. People wore silver-white armor with a very technical style, and came out fully armed. The spacecraft stepped off and stepped on the lush soil of the "New Earth" world.

Thinking of this, he smiled. At this moment, he suddenly understood the true meaning of "paradise".

At this moment, he seemed to understand Wright's strong opposition to "Paradise". He was no longer persistent. He finally felt that the "kite string" binding his body was disconnected. He slowly closed his eyes and accepted His own destiny...

Looking at George, who had his eyes closed tightly under the stone slab, and the liquid in his heart no longer flowed out, and he had lost his life, Wright seemed less sad and painful than before.

He stood up slowly, plucked out a Bianhua flower that had grown beside him at some point, and placed it lightly on George's chest.

Seeing the bright red flowers reflected by the blood on George's chest, Wright suddenly felt that maybe this could be his future.

While he was sighing, countless spark-like light spots poured out from the changing stone slab of Wengutes' chest again, and immediately covered the entire sculpture.

Immediately afterwards, a huge roar accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears penetrated the entire palace. The "forbidden door" not far away that seemed to have an astonishing height was finally slowly opened under the premise that the four passwords were entered correctly. Finally, A layer of incandescent brilliance comparable to that of the sun penetrated.

Without any nostalgia or hesitation, Wright knew that his only mission now was to enter the divine realm where the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" was, ask Him about the mysteries of his body, time travel and strength, and finally obtain his guidance.

Now that George is dead, Pusev who cooperated with him is dead, and the members of Socra's army and escorts who followed him are also dead. He prevents Socra from starting the "Blood Night Ritual" and relies on "Raleye's dream" "The act of opening "Paradise" is already half the battle.

Presumably, in the core area of ​​Silent Highlands, which is endowed with mystery and extraordinaryness in the film, the Socra Committee has no ability to send more people in.

If there is another battle next, it will definitely not be with the gods. After all, my power comes from the gods, so there is no possibility of victory. If there are enemies, I can only hope to teach those high-level lost ones. , and the hatched young dragon Seye, whose "blood" is probably impossible to use.

Step by step as he stepped onto the stairs leading to the open "forbidden door" carved with "plants, geometric figures, mechanical gears and dragon totems", Wright felt more and more:

The war that belongs to the empire is ending, and the war that belongs to mankind is far from over, but the process of exploring the mysteries and truth has begun.

Standing in front of the majestic "forbidden door" filled with extraordinary light and already open, Wright suddenly felt that his energy was rapidly recovering, and his heart was filled with unprecedented and supreme joy.

Looking at the holy light inside the door that was so white that it almost covered all the objects, Wright imagined in his mind how exquisite a heaven-like world it was inside. He stood there quietly without saying a word or making a sound. Quietly feel the warmth brought by the light.

For a moment, he seemed to be in a dream. It seemed that during the blur of fatigue and pain when he was surrounded by magicians, he had seen similar scenes that he dared not call memories.

The crisp ringtones, beautiful music box music, and distant sirens quietly appeared in his ears. He knew that this was the gods resonating with the pain deep in his heart, trying to call the souls of the dead and lead them away. Towards a harbor of happiness.

Thinking of this, Wright couldn't help but "sneered", and then he shook his head slightly and showed a bitter smile.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped straight into the divine space without looking back.

…

"Do you still remember the conversation that one of my incarnations, 'Mechanical Manipulator No. 02', the guy you call the 'false god' had with you at 'Beside the Stars'?" It was like an ethereal sound coming from the sky. The girl's voice said.

"Of course..." the young male voice responded:

"I just don't know...which sentence are you referring to? You should know very well that we talked for a long time and exchanged many opinions with each other. After all, you and I are both products of the Lord of Machinery, but we have gone into two completely different directions. road, but we still have endless things in common.”

"Hmm... let me think about it, it's the description of 'Shang', do you remember it?"

"Remember." The owner of the green voice nodded obediently and said softly:

"You told me that 'sorrow' is not only the pain that is engraved in the heart, but also represents the anger, hatred, resentment and despair before death. You also added that the products created by the Lord of Machines must experience the most painful emotions of mankind, Just like what humans experience in this wasteland world."

After finishing speaking, the owner of the green voice paused for a moment. Seeing that the subject of the girly voice did not continue to express his position, he raised his head and asked in a cautious tone:

"Speaking of which, Your Highness, does this have anything to do with me getting in touch with your core, healing the wounds in my body, and guiding me to obtain the 'wisdom' sequence core and become a true human being?"

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