Wasteland Echoer

"Front, back, survival, death..."

"Front, back, survival, death..."

The last second, Yaroslav felt countless heavy objects like pure steel pressing on his soul, as if to force his loyal and unyielding soul out of this aging and damaged body.

But the next second, he came from the human world to the familiar town of industrial steam wind under the bath of a holy light that seemed to be forged by the real master himself.

"Ah, here?" Yaroslav looked around and sighed:

"Only a few decades have passed, and even the remaining ray of life here has been swallowed up by the endless night. It seems that not only my people are old, but even this world is beginning to age."

This is the town of "Blood Bright". The sky above here is always filled with a blood mist symbolizing doomsday and death. The sun seems to never get out of the clouds that are close to faintness, and it still only reveals a little orange tail to infect a small piece of orange sea around.

Unlike the prosperous industrial city in Yaroslav's memory, there is only an empty shell made of steel left here. Countless tall buildings and the tower that almost reaches the sky retain a trace of warm memories with a fearful atmosphere in the empty and dead streets.

Walking forward unconsciously, Yaroslav found that the shops that were prosperous and bustling long ago were already empty, and even the neon signs that should have retained a little light have become dim and silent, without a trace of light.

Countless industrial wastes overflowed from the corners and scattered on the edge of the street. Skeletons lying on the corners can be seen everywhere. Mucus gathered at the crossroads into a sticky "lake" that exudes a stench that makes people uneasy, fearful and nauseous.

Everything here, including Puttoa-style buildings, Cruz-style buildings and a few so-called Khitan-Res buildings, was left with only empty shells. Walking quickly through the space, Yaroslav found that the cobblestone path that should have been covered with green shade was now covered with a layer of human blood and countless pitiful light spots composed of magic power without any breath of life. When Yaroslav walked by, it would even stir up a wave of pitiful ashes composed of light spots.

"She... doesn't seem to be old, but dead..." Yaroslav sighed softly again, trotting along the path with a very rare light posture.

Soon, a thick fog that made people feel confused, sleepy and confused surged around. A few minutes later, the city and the path disappeared in the thick fog together. The huge red sun was suspended in the sky as if it was close at hand, and in front of it was the "Otveshina Garden" that Yaroslav was very familiar with.

"You... are here? Long time no see, my [lover]." Princess Danivia, wearing a long dress in a heavy Cruz court style, "walked" to Yaroslav in a suspended posture from the grass covered with gravel, dust and rubble.

"I said, I am not your [lover]. Your lover is the Zhine prince who died in the civil war a long time ago. His body is still buried in the basement of Zhinesk Cathedral. The "Hanging Eagle" brand pistol that killed him is still lying in the Zhine royal storage room." Yaroslav refuted, just as he said when he came here decades ago.

Every time he came here in the past, whether actively or passively, Yaroslav would always carefully look at Princess Danivia, and then wake up from a wonderful dream.

But this time, just a glance, he lowered his head, staring at the gray lawn, not daring to look up again.

At this moment, except for the outline of Princess Danivia's appearance, which barely maintained a human posture, every corner of her body was mixed with many non-human parts.

I don't know what happened. At this moment, only the left half of Danivia's head was left, and the right part was completely missing, like a watermelon that was scooped out with a huge spoon, flowing with extremely uncomfortable rancid "watermelon juice".

Her eyes completely turned into transparent rubies, without whites or eyeballs, as if all the tissues in the brain were fused together by some extraordinary power.

Her body was covered with large patches of thick blood, and her left arm seemed to be bitten off by some large beast, and lost its trace, leaving only jagged fractures, and her feet were covered with neither shoes, nor flesh and skin, but nothing, only a shiny white skeleton, which looked like the skeleton specimens in museums and hospitals for people to study and appreciate.

As long as Yaroslav looked up and stared at this body for more than five seconds, these terrible parts would quickly erode his spiritual realm, leaving permanent damage that was difficult to repair.

However, under the influence of the slight emotions generated by his many visits, he still sighed lightly and asked in a concerned tone:

"What happened? Princess Danivia."

Danivia did not answer directly, but with bright juice flowing from the corners of her mouth, she floated back to the pavilion that had long been dilapidated and collapsed in a suspended posture, with her back to Yaroslav, revealing her creepy, bloody black hair, and replied:

"The world is angry, do you know? My lover, the whole world is angry."

"Angry? What do you mean?" Yaroslav asked back with a little anger:

"Is it possible that in order to convey one or two incomprehensible nonsense to me, you have to drag me into 'Blood Bright' and 'Otvecina' again? You have to know that I am a pure human being. I have no I don't have the power of magic, and I don't have 'divine nature'. My body doesn't support my practice of magic power, and it can't let me associate with extraordinary power.

"Every time I leave here, I have to suffer a big or small misfortune and misfortune, either due to physical damage or making mistakes due to mental trance. If I hadn't been on an important day fifteen years ago, I was called here by you during the 'Battle of the Unintentional Waves of Volika', and I will not waste the lives of more than ten thousand brothers because of my misjudgment."

"You are not to blame for that war. I used tarot cards to help you predict that it would fail. But because of you, it did not have extremely serious consequences." Danivia retorted:

"If you don't command, the lives of those soldiers will also end. This is fate. This is the ability that reincarnation gives us to see the development of all things. After all, there was no power at that time that could completely restrain the hair ball monster created by Orleans Nova. This It is the injustice left by the old empire, and it is also the last test before you can truly possess divinity."

"Bah! Use the life of your own [warrior] to gain divinity? Even if you become a god, he is still an evil god!" Yaroslav spat and said seriously.

"[Lover], I think you are not really feeling guilty for your [Soldier], but because after that incident, you were removed from all positions and assigned to a small place in the Capital Strategy Group to become an insignificant person. A low-level security officer with no rank to speak of." Princess Danivia raised the corners of her mouth and said in a frighteningly childish voice:

"You just regret the power and status you lost. Although you have completely given up your evil thoughts about illusory things after the downturn, at that time, at that moment, you must have regretted the power.

"Yaroslav, we humans are always a combination of despicable and noble, always synonymous with selfishness and fearlessness. We always struggle in the complex human nature, and in the end we destroy all the 'divinity' given to us by the gods."

"I don't understand what you mean, Danivia," Yaroslav said.

"In fact, in the history of the continent, after seven epochs, it did not immediately enter the so-called Zero Era, but an 'Age of Ancient Gods' that cannot be recorded in any way. At that time, the people who ruled the entire west of the ocean The 'Dipser Continent' is the 'Council of the Gods' such as the old gods Cthulhu and Dipser; the ruler of this ancient continent is the ancestor of the dragon family, the 'Lord of Beasts' Frapworski, who Oversaw the newly born dragon clan and the original 18 races, including humans; and the one who controls the east of the Khitan Reese, including the "Jue Island Territory" in the south, is the "Eternal Giant God King" Hongfu. Legend has it that he is the real leader of the Khitan Reese people. Ancestors, or the creator gods in mythology,” Davinia said:

"Originally, the three supreme gods formed the 'Illusory Peace Alliance' to jointly explore ways for living beings to escape from this cycle of reincarnation. However, it was only because humans continued to sow discord among the three that a war finally broke out that caused the planet to enter an ice age.' Three gods fighting fiercely."

"This is all a long time ago. Human beings at that time were not the same as human beings now. We have experienced the Wasteland Era for hundreds of years, and we have already begun to abandon those despicable thoughts that seem to be carved into our bones." Yaroslav retorted.

"The 'Careless Man Virus' is indeed the doomsday judgment brought down by the gods and the Lord on mankind with the help of Ivan XXII, but those who survive are either despicable people who are extremely despicable and appear to be extraordinarily noble, or they are extremely kind Descendants of angels, so it gave you the illusion." Princess Danivia took off the broken head from her neck, rubbed the sore muscles, and continued:

"The anger of the world cannot be calmed naturally, just as the sequence card 'Wrath' tells us. 'Angry', called 'phionu' in Chinese, will appear in any sequence card that has been tested by the power of the gods. Such a picture."

"What picture?" Yaroslav asked curiously.

"The sky is pure white, and the gods in charge of the water source are desperately trying to rain down snow and ice. Endless tides come with the waves from the dark ocean. Poor and humble humans in ragged clothes come from all directions with buckets. In the center of the picture It is a flame erupting from the ancient temple underground, and all efforts are made to extinguish it. However, all actions are in vain, and the flames are still spurting out angrily." Danivia explained.

"So, you just want to warn me that the wrath of the gods has already started, and once it starts, it cannot be calmed down. Do you want me to give up?" Yaroslav said angrily.

"That's not the case." Danivia shook her body a few times and said:

"I just want to tell you before my poor body cursed by the gods dissipates: the dark red has arrived, hope for the future, bloody divinity, residual flames are stirring. The angry flame is red, following its kind to pursue, You will surely reach the other side where the gods echo.”

As soon as Princess Danivia finished speaking, her hard-supported body finally exploded from the middle, turning into a glorious, soft and sad bloody mist.

At the same time, the "Otvecina Garden" and "Blood Bright Town", which had been struggling to maintain so far, finally collapsed completely and turned into a pile of powder covered with yellow sand.

Yaroslav knew that these two places in the realm of illusion had finally completed their mission. They would not only disappear forever in the long river of history, but also be completely returned to the magnificent universe created by the great sleeping Creator along with the disappearing alien plane.

…

"Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding..."

Yaroslav heard Igor's voice:

"Wake up, Commander-in-Chief, the 'Moon Finger Ceremony' will begin in half an hour."