Wasteland Echoer

"Any individual who falls into the land of 'middle silence' is a person with 'wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain'. 'Wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain'..." "Future" murmured After repeating it several times, I suddenly felt a high-voltage current passing through my brain and understood its meaning:

"That is to say, humans and monsters who can enter this... um... 'not real, not dream' realm must have at least three sequence cores. In other words, the magic source power level should at least reach Level 5: Pain, which is the lowest level under the 'secondary' magic source power level."

"And..." "Future" subconsciously chanted the information inserted into his mind and said:

"Those who enter this place will be trapped in a brief silence, their souls will be locked by the Lord of the Underworld, and their spirits will be confused. If they are lost here, they will fall into the eternal darkness without reincarnation.

"The 'Middle Silence Realm' was originally constructed by one of the millions of consciousnesses of the Creator. Under the background of its main body sleeping, considering that all the gods have fled and all the saints have died, the remaining human beings are not like this Demons behave like wild dogs and are just trying to survive, so this mysterious realm that is difficult to reach is established to save the poor individuals who possess 'divine nature'."

"'Divinity' is such a strange yet familiar word." "Future" sneered:

"Only the ancient dragon race, the upper echelon of the eighteen races, the saints among humans, high-level magicians, and some descendants of races that have been combined with gods are qualified to have this sacred title. I...how can I be so virtuous? .

"But here, there are indeed traces of the presence of gods." "Future" said, looking at the coastal beach under the cliff at his feet. It was a cramped area less than twenty meters long and wide, and it seemed that it could only accommodate A low country house, but after being washed away by the dark waves, a strange word spelled in Central dialect was gradually revealed.

"Achimade." "Future" relied on the information in his mind to subconsciously spell and translate:

"Achameledea, this should be the unique title of the Creator's 'consciousness' that constructed the 'Realm of Silence'."

It happened that at this time, "Future" inadvertently looked up at the slightly higher cliff not far away, and he discovered a creepy and strange white creature that was as oppressive as a nightmare.

If you look closely, you can see that its whole body is covered with pure white cat-like down, but it has no limbs, heart or head, which are essential parts of living things in human common sense.

These white creatures were like ghosts that were born from the human world but came from the underworld. They shook off their white hair and caused icy snowflakes to fall from the sky.

Then, they carried their heavy and uneven bodies like rocks and flew into the sky. After hovering in the air for about half a minute, they fell like missiles around the "future", forming a circle of cold ghosts. Green flame.

"Future" watched the performance of these strange creatures with a blank expression and said nothing, as if watching an ugly musical dance performed by extremely unskilled dancers.

He crossed his hands on his chest and closed his eyes slightly, leaving a gap that was enough to see the situation at hand.

Seeing that his "performance" could not move the lost man in front of him, the white creatures flew up one meter one after another, and then fell heavily to the ground, causing the ground to shake. Then, they repeated taking off, falling, taking off, falling, taking off, falling... This process until the edges and corners of the body were completely shattered, and the uneven rock parts on the surface fell off one after another, finally revealing the metallic color inside. It has a smooth textured skin and a gradually brightening totem painted with the power of the gods.

"Wonderful, what a wonderful game, this young and cute little brother." A pure, childish, and cute ethereal voice like a girl came from behind "Future".

"Who are you?" "Future" moved his body slowly and cautiously, turning around with small steps.

What caught his eye was a "goddess" dressed in the ancient mythological costume of the Central Empire. At this moment, the "goddess" was wearing a white gauze scarf with a "wolf head and snake" pattern embroidered by skilled craftsmen. Wearing a solid gold chain that did not match the style of his body, he was also wearing a white robe that could only cover half of his body.

If the person standing in front of this "goddess" is a pure human male, then he will be immediately controlled by the unclean desires in his heart, and will be torn apart by illegal power under the shackles of evil thoughts, and will be trapped forever. In a sleep that cannot be reincarnated.

But standing in front of him was "Future", the "ruler" of the "Order Society", and one of the most outstanding Lost Persons in the Federation.

Having read the history, culture and literature of various countries on the mainland, the classics of the Bishops, Orthodox Bishops and Bishops, as well as the "future" of knowledge about sequential gods, the universe and the Creator, I will not have any inner fluctuations in this.

Whether it is the lost or the human beings, whether they are male or female, in front of the great Creator who sleeps in the nightmare, in front of the vast and endless universe, in front of the gods who control the supreme power and eternal time, but It's just a tiny wisp of dust.

All the world will always be in reincarnation. Except for the ideals that can guide the "future" forward and the obsession to restore the world [order], everything else is like the breeze formed from the surface of the calm lake, it is illusory.

Within half a minute of looking at "Future", "Goddess" read from the depths of his mind, spirit and soul that these supreme things that neither priests nor lower gods had had, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes , and then showed an intriguing smile as if he understood something.

Then, she walked slowly to "Future", stretched out her left hand, pressed it on his forehead, and continued in a calm ordinary girl's voice:

"There is no room for 'sorrow' deep in your heart, but your body and skin are filled with strong 'sorrow'. You are a strange person. You have not been eroded by these 'sorrows'. Becoming a 'monster' or an evil person.

"You are indeed in pain, but under the pain that is engraved in your heart, you have always insisted on an ideal that even the gods can't match. 'Gluttony', 'Greed', 'Laziness', 'Jealousy', 'Pride', 'Desire' ' and 'wrath' do not exist anywhere in your body, the divinity within you has given you the great ability to remain pure at all times."

"I... don't ask for anything, and I don't need anyone's evaluation. I will only do what I think is right. In other words, I have not revealed some of my ideas to anyone, even my leader, the 'New God', I have never said anything, you... It is an extremely impolite act of transgression to pry into other people's hearts." "Future" said displeased, subconsciously pushing "Goddess" away.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The "goddess" let out a shrill, shrill laugh like a witch, which lasted continuously and endlessly, like a whistle to drive away wild beasts. , more like a dying demon using his life to issue a final curse to the brave.

After about a minute, the "goddess"'s laughter finally stopped. Her voice returned to the purity of a girl, her eyes glowed with a scarlet light that was particularly eye-catching in the dark environment, and she spoke again:

"You just asked me who I am, and I can tell you that among all the Zinni people I have come into contact with, they all call me a 'false god' because I have the spiritual power of a god, but I have nothing similar to them. Entity; I have the extraordinary skills of a god, but I can never be included in the order.

"Of course, you can call me by my other more well-known name - 'Achameledea', or 'Achamedena', a name rich in Crusadian charm. I am this unreal land. The creator of a realm called the "Zhongjini Realm" that is neither virtual, day nor night, neither true nor false, neither life nor death, is also one of the hundreds of billions of "consciousnesses" left behind by the Creator in this nightmare. one."

"Achaimedea? So you are Achaimedea..." "Future" murmured in a low voice. Obviously, Achaimedea's appearance was far from what he imagined.

In the eyes of the "future", the gods who created this oppressive realm filled with the aura of the dead must be as gloomy, evil and violent as the "Lord of the Night", even if they are not as oppressive as the dragons. My child, this kind of holy "color" is indeed... a beauty of contrast.

"I am Archimedes. This is an undoubted reality." Archimedes took half a step back, lowered his head, raised his slightly protruding eyeballs with an evil smile on his face, and looked at " Future" said:

"You are able to set foot in this forgotten realm. On the one hand, your spirit and body are fighting against the god who represents death. On the other hand, the frequency of your and my brain waves happens to be at the same level and resonates with me. Successfully invited here.”

"Sure enough, it is one of the consciousnesses of the Creator. It can explain it to me through the two dimensions of magic and physics without any obstacles." "Future" whispered:

"Then, Sir Achaimedea, what is your intention in dragging me here...oh, no, what's the purpose?"

"Of course it's for humanity and the world." Archimedea replied unusually calmly.

"Humanity and the world? Don't kidnap me with macro narratives. Even if you are one of the consciousnesses of the Creator, I will not accept such an empty communication method." "Future" refuted angrily.

"Do you want me to be more realistic? Okay, then listen." Achmedea said in a different way:

"There is a 'Wind Wall' in the 'Baslunai' area that you Crusad people call, which imprisons the 'Echoers' and 'Plamini'. Since its formation, countless humans and lost people have I'm studying ways to crack it, but there's still no real breakthrough.

"Now, here, I want to use the incomplete part of "Future Epic" to tell you the code to break through it in the form of poetry. As for why I will give you what you urgently need so generously, it is because, once the wind The "Fire of Punishment" under the wall is successfully detonated. Not only Crusted, but the entire continent will be plunged into flames and floods. You know, if this continent dies, the entire planet will die. And when the planet dies, the gods that depend on it will also die.”

"But before that, you need to complete a small trial given to you by fate. If you can pass it, you will get the 'gift of hope from the Creator' and the 'heart' you long for."

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