Wasteland Echoer

"But this is in my dream. The dream constructed by us [Dream Makers] - [Prophets] should be dominated by us. In any... any situation, we can manipulate everything in the dream. Although I don't have enough power to change the intruder, I can annihilate you here!" Nicholas shouted in a nearly crazy tone.

Immediately afterwards, his arm, which only had a little bit of pitiful flesh left, began to shake violently like a contact point, accompanied by his inarticulate chanting of nightmare words that no one could understand.

Soon, countless colorful bright threads rushed in from the broken wound. From the direction where Dak was standing, some of these threads came from the distant sky, some from the deep underground, and many from the surrounding air. There were even some slightly dim and gloomy threads that only emitted a faint glow from his and Nicholas' hearts.

They are like elves that seem to exist in the mysterious world, but seem to be fabricated out of thin air. They neutralize the terrifying red viscous liquid that is still flowing out from the broken part with the magic source power with a strong fragrance of soil and plants, or even more mysterious and extraordinary ancient power that is listed as a secret power.

"Is this a restoration in a dream?" Dak was a little surprised at the ability of this [prophet] Nicholas to control dreams.

After all, in Dak's cognition, the creator of "dreams" can only construct pictures, convey information and show supernatural powers to the intruders based on existing objects and scattered memories. But the power that Nicholas possesses obviously does not belong to the magic source power, the gods, or the lost. These elf-like beings do not disdain to associate with the apostles who control the power of darkness.

Whether it was Dak or Nicholas, they could only live with darkness and coldness forever, secretly peek at the "pure and kind people" who believed in the "Goddess of Light" in the distant realm, bathed in the blessing of holy light and melodious hymns, and enjoyed the most real praise of [love] and [eternity].

Even if they were the people of darkness and wanted to do their best to end the dark wasteland era, they did not seem to be able to escape the burning of the fire of hell when the sun rose again.

Putting aside the complicated thoughts in his mind, Dak found that the group of elf-like bright threads had completely dimmed, forming a brand new metal arm for Nicholas that was twisted and entangled like steel wire ropes.

Seeing his arm "recovered", Nicholas' mouth corners showed a grin that humans could hardly achieve. He raised his arms high again, waving them wantonly and without rules, trying to command the mechanical hearts that were suspended above his head and almost stuck to the metal pipes.

"God who controls dreams!" Nicholas raised his head and shouted, as if calling for power and praying to God.

"Great Lord who constructs nightmares!"

"Flames, ice, darkness and blood!"

"Please give me your energy for a short time!"

"Help us and defend our right to survive in this vast territory!"

Soon, countless black pus gushed out of Nicholas' mouth. When they flowed to about Nicholas' chest, they were affected by the reversed gravity and actually went vertically upwards, pouring all into the network formed by the mechanical heart.

Soon, the black pus corroded all the pipes and assimilated them into similar charred objects with a foul smell.

All the hearts began to break away from the only constraint of the pipe structure, and began to explore, approach and gather inward without restraint, and gathered into a huge whole in the continuous chanting of spells and the almost desperate and crazy wailing from Nicholas' heart.

"Heart... Mechanical heart... These hearts are actually combined into one, so... What is Nicola going to do next? Is he going to put this heart into his chest and turn himself into a monster? Or is he going to use this heart to fight?" Dak guessed, and a real emotion called fear surged in his heart.

Looking up at the shrunken skin and the purple or blue metal shells that kept falling off, and the metal sound that made people feel palpitations when they collided with the ground, although Dak's legs were not completely stiff, he still walked back without the control of his brain.

When he glanced back unconsciously, he found that the small door left when he left the Wind Hut of the Flame Empire had disappeared long ago. He and Nicola were trapped in a strange space that seemed boundless, but could sense its size and scale.

He understood that this was a trick used by [Dream Makers] and [Prophet], first trapping themselves and their opponents in an alien space, and then using the changes in the environment and the sense of oppression brought by the constraints of space to make the opponent's mentality gradually panic.

In this way, when facing opponents with mental disorder and cognitive collapse, the person who constructed the dream can easily defeat them without any effort, and then leave here, leaving behind a body with a soul imprisoned and no different from death.

Dak understood that although he had a strong mental power and could not be induced or damaged by any mental force, once he failed in the battle and could not escape from the dream, his body in reality would not be able to wake up.

Although Wolfya might use some means to bring him out "intact", once the best time to enter the "wind wall" was missed, or even the bomb buried by Ivan XXII was detonated and disaster struck, he and Wolfya's group came here from a long distance and it would become meaningless.

By then, Dak and his men might have to flee the Cruz Federation, or head for the dead Rinie Empire, or head east across the vast uninhabited land and throw themselves into the arms of the Flame Empire, the only people in the world who can reconstruct [order].

Dak shook his head and dispelled the ridiculous thoughts in his mind. He found that the mechanical hearts above Nicola's head had long disappeared, and even the tentacles that originally connected them and "brought" them were broken and fell off, lying crookedly on the ground.

In its place, there was a huge mechanical heart with a length, width and height of more than 20 meters.

Dak estimated that this should be the biggest heart he had never seen in his life, no, maybe even with the experience of two reincarnations. After all, for a living being, the heart is one of the core parts of the body, but its main function is to pump blood to all parts of the body to supply organs that need to continue to operate.

In other words, the bigger the heart, the bigger the creature is. But since the end of the Supreme War between humans and dragons, there is no longer enough nutrients on the continent to supply those legendary giant creatures.

"This is a mechanical heart, my heart, the 'eternal mechanical heart' of our lost ones." Nicholas stood there, speaking almost incoherently.

The huge mechanical heart behind him, known as the "eternal mechanical heart", no longer has any characteristics of a living creature. The muscle tissues that originally covered it and were hidden inside have turned into countless scarlet powders scattered on the ground, and then disappeared with the strong winds blowing from both sides.

And the originally dilapidated skin is more like a protective film used to wrap brand new mechanical products. Once the mechanical products begin to be put into use by citizens, it is no longer necessary for them to exist.

For a moment, Dak's mind was briefly controlled by this huge thing, as if his soul was being slowly absorbed by a god of the dark night hidden behind it.

Looking up at this "eternal mechanical heart" almost absentmindedly, Dak found that its surface was not much different from a normal heart, except that the muscle tissue was replaced by shiny silver-white steel, and the blood vessels were replaced by mechanical pipes painted red, while the blood inside was completely emitting a red glowing "burning liquid", and in the vigorous beating, it emitted sparks like steel being forged.

At the same time, a totem was imprinted on the surface of this "eternal mechanical heart", the general content of which was: a winged god looked up at the universe, opened his arms, and flew high to welcome the spear thrown into the earth from the chaos.

Perhaps, this totem represented the organization "Spear of Odyssey".

Soon, the end of each blood vessel of the "eternal mechanical heart" began to "grow" a pure black pipe, and after twisting and soaring in place, they were all inserted into Nicholas' back.

"Ah!" A painful wail and a wail that almost tore his throat escaped from Nicholas' throat. His expression changed from the initial fear and expectation to a look of excitement and madness under a high concentration of spirit.

"Eternal Mechanical Heart" continued to pour a steady stream of "burning liquid" into his body without any pause, and emitted a dazzling and dangerous bright red light together with his heart.

"Finally... crazy?" Dak actually felt a little abnormally relieved.

After all, Nicholas had already shown his trump card to Dak, and Dak also successfully got out of the almost blurred state, but he could still feel the strong chill on his back, and his shirt and cotton coat had long been soaked with cold sweat brought by fear.