Wasteland Echoer

"'Monster', really a 'monster'." "Future" murmured, looking straight at the lower part of the transformed body of the Lord of the Dark Night. He forgot to run away for a moment because of fear, and stood there at a loss.

But the Lord of the Night will not give more opportunities to those who have insulted him. He first crossed his hands and stood on his chest, and then whispered and muttered in his mouth, chanting an ancient, mysterious, weird language that also produced a strange enough tone. .

This language is not Kruse German, nor is it the Zine language of the same culture in the south, nor is it the lingua franca of the West Continent that the Ptoyan people attempt to have the entire continent learn. It is somewhat similar to the ancient Holy Roman language of the Central Empire that sang praises to the Creator, and also has something in common with the rapid, cadenced ancient language of the Fire Empire.

At first, Dak and Wulfya just took two steps back, distanced themselves while making fighting postures, preparing to fight to the death with the "monsterized" Lord of the Night. But when Wulfya picked up the rocket launcher again and Dak gathered enough water-based magic power to form an ice pick weapon, the second half of the sentences and syllables recited by the Lord of the Night began to become familiar.

"It's Chinese." Duck analyzed:

"No, it is not a simple Central Language, but a more ancient Central Language. It is the original Central Language created by the Khitanris and the Central People in the First Era. To be more specific, it is the first language and culture of the two nations. Beautiful words born of an encounter.”

"'First Middle Language'?" Wulfya whispered, but after only a second, he suddenly turned his head to look at Dak, and asked with an extremely incredulous expression:

"Duck, I remember that the history of the 'original Central Language' was told to me alone by the professor of ancient writing at the Federal Military Special University, which has long been banned. He said at the time that this was a dusty history, except for the Krusty of the past. Not many chief executives of the German Federation know this. Could it be that you have met Chief Vasily?”

"No." Dak shook his head, looking at the Lord of the Night who was still reciting the ancient Chinese language, looking up at his monster-like body and the extremely aggressive undulating dark energy light balls surrounding it. , replied:

"I have never met Chief Vasily, and I may not have this fate with him. It's just that this dense forest, this church, this ruins of Khitanris, and this sudden mist reminded me of something long enough to , but a very close memory.

"I clearly remember that an old man in white robes who resembled an ancient central sage once described the 'original Central Language' to me. He once told me that this language condensed the wisdom of the ancient central people and the Khitanris. , No, the 'fiery tenderness' of the people of the Fire Empire. Perhaps this is the memory before I became a 'alien monster'. I seem to remember that before I became a monster, I used to wander around this continent. travel."

"Traveling...traveling?" Wofya was a little confused as a monk, but he still chose to focus on the Lord of the Night.

At this moment, the Lord of the Night is still reciting incantations. His lower body is still the dirty, ugly and disgusting monster body. The three thick tails are constantly flapping up and down, and the seven eyes above are wide and round, as if Is on the verge of rage.

And he still did not choose to attack, but formed a light black protective shield around his body. The dark energy light ball just turned into a circle of energy halo surrounding his body, absorbing the dark energy from the surrounding space and the depths of the universe. While generating magic power, it continuously delivers power to the heart.

Soon, the blood vessels throughout the Lord of the Night's body expanded, and the veins in every part of the skin became clearly visible. He looked like a special [warrior] who took a lot of drugs to maintain his huge muscles. Even his face was covered with With the bulging veins and the fair, boyish face, it looked particularly scary and frightening.

However, on the one hand, the Lord of Dark Night's recitation did not end, on the other hand, "Future" stood still and "adjusted his mentality", on the other hand, Dak and Wofya did not dare to act rashly without complete information, resulting in an extremely serious situation. A bizarre standoff that does nothing.

Staring at the Night Lord's "monster" state of the night, several distant but clear pictures quickly flashed through Dark's eyes. Several saints from the ancient central empire were standing in the ancient temple built with white stone pillars. Behind them were countless gods in charge of different fields, and those saints taught him the knowledge of the ancient Chinese language in the afternoon when the blazing sun burned the earth.

Immediately afterwards, Dak spoke simultaneously with the saint in his memory:

"Dragon is the most favorite creation of the Creator. They have a strong body and excellent defense, and also have a vitality that surpasses all creatures on the mainland. This language combines the Eastern language used by the people after the dragon, and is the closest to the Lord. The language of the human spirit.

"When reciting this language, it is necessary to ensure continuity, because any change in syllables will lead to huge differences in the message conveyed to the Creator. However, reciting this type of language itself is blasphemy to the Creator and the gods, because it The message is not a wish, not a desire, not a hope, but a command.”

"Order?" Wulfya asked, actually consistent with Dark's behavior at that time.

"That's right, it's an order." Dak nodded and said:

"For humans, formally reciting this language is tantamount to bringing death. For gods, unless approved by the creator, the reciting god will lose part of his godhood until he disappears from the sequence. Among them, existence is erased.”

"But, the Lord of the Dark Night does not have this need. I mean... uh, the need to kill us. If he wants to kill us, he can simply move his fingers. There is no need to go to all the trouble. Could it be that ..." Wulfya seemed to have some judgment in his heart. He took a deep breath, paused, and continued:

"There is an existence here that is worthy of his efforts to annihilate. It's you, Dark Tiris."

Hearing this, Dak quickly woke up from his long-lasting memory. His body twitched violently as if a switch had been stepped on. After regaining most of his consciousness, he half-bent down with his hands on his knees and began to breathe heavily. Getting angry.

Meanwhile, the Night Lord's chant seems to have moved beyond the high-energy section and reached its conclusion.

Wulfya discovered that the shield surrounding that ugly, huge, powerful body had disappeared. The blood-red moon above everyone's heads seemed to be a bit larger. The surrounding birds began to emerge from the woods one after another, heading towards They fled away, and the cats that had gathered here just now fell to the ground with their limbs upward, as if they were responding to the terrifying chanting ritual performed by the Lord of the Night.

The nightingale began to cry, the crow began to chirp, the ship's whistle began to play, the dire bear began to roar, the direwolf began to howl, all creatures seemed to exist here and tried their best to call, but Wulfya looked around, but did not find anything that could emit these sounds. The entity of sound.

"Hallucination?" Wulfya asked warily.

He quickly pulled out an "Anshen Inner Rolled Flower Cigarette" from the box, lit it with a match, and put it into his mouth.

Then, he picked up the smaller officer's pistol at his waist and shot himself in the shoulder.

boom!

The sound of bullets grazing skin and the smell of burning reached Wovya's senses. Only then did he confirm that his cognition had not been tampered with, that his consciousness was still awake, and that his sanity had not been reduced by the thick fog or those extraordinary powers. value.

However, if all this is not an illusion, the source of the sound is that boy, the Lord of the Night!

When Wulfya raised the rocket launcher and looked up, he found that the face of the Lord of the Night was covered with a layer of strange black totems, and his voice became extremely sharp, like a goat.

His eyes were completely covered in red color, his arms had been replaced by two lobster-like mechanical pincers, and the three thick steel-like tails were quickly pulled away from the ground and raised high into the air. , stabbing towards the body of "Future" suddenly.

In just a few minutes of recovery time, the "Unintentional Man Virus" in "Future" chose to try to save its host. They began to gather in large numbers at the semi-mechanical heart of the "future", working desperately, trying to make the heart produce more "burning liquid" to provide their host with more powerful power.

However, even though the heart of "Future" has changed from a dazzling blue light to a hot, red "warm" light, "Future" feels a deep powerlessness.

He felt as if a heavy steel ingot had been pressed against his body, and he could not exert any strength. The magic source power also seemed to evaporate out of thin air. No matter how hard he formed the spirit, the signal he sent out was like a stone in the sea, and he could not mobilize even a single bit of energy. Magic source power.

It wasn't until three thick steel-like tails arrived in front of him that a terrifying word that a new god told him many years ago popped up in his mind - "hidden ban".

But everything was too late. The few minutes he was wrapped in fear caused him to miss the best time to escape. The distance between him and the "monster" of the Lord of the Night was only three to five meters.

When "Future" closed his eyes and waited for the tentacles to penetrate his brain and chest and wipe out his life, a vigorous figure stared at the restrictions of "secret" like a cheetah and rushed towards "Future" , took him aside.

At the same time, the Lord of Dark Night's attack, which had gathered enough anger, failed. It only smashed the ground into dust and dented it by four and a half meters.

Ignoring the people who came to rescue the "future" through observation, Wulfya quickly picked up the rocket launcher, aimed at the Lord of the Night's head, which blended the innocence of a boy with the viciousness of a monster, and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!

boom! ! ! (End of chapter)