Wasteland Echoer

"The fate of the [Order]?" Wright murmured, looking in the direction Yaroslav pointed.

Only then did Wright finally have the opportunity to carefully observe the environment of this "ancient palace on the path".

This place is not at all like a dark, humid, or dangerous underground space full of monsters and extraordinary powers. It is also not like a deliberately created alien plane. This space has a rare sense of reality and authenticity. It's like the real real world space was cut and taken down and brought here.

"Yes, it's fate. Unfortunately, Ivan XXII, the evil man we mistakenly thought of as the great emperor, never really fulfilled his duties as a [Order]. Everything he did was just for us It's just the Rurik family." Yaroslav stood behind Wright, brushed aside two randomly squirming "Touches of Darkness", and pointed to the palace ruins in front of him and said:

"There is always day and no night here. It is a real space created by Ivan XXII using the power of [Dream Builder]. Everything here includes soil, grass, bricks, palaces, fountains, wells and sculptures , all made with resources transferred from the real world.”

"No wonder..." Wright looked in the direction Yaroslav pointed. Only a solitary palace remained here. Originally, this was supposed to be a castle. Due to the passage of time, the things built by humans gradually rusted, rotted, and collapsed. All that was left was the room called the "Outer Territory Restoration House" that was barely maintained by the power of the magic source.

Looking to both sides, we could see overgrown weeds growing unbridled in a space that had been forgotten for hundreds of years, but not a single wild flower bloomed. The broken fountain is in the center of this area. It has dried up long ago, with only some water stains left after rainfall.

The air here is very mild, and Wright estimates that the humidity and temperature should have been deliberately adjusted to the most comfortable values ​​for the human body. Standing in the distance is a bronze statue of a human being with a missing head. Wright guessed that it should be the bronze statue of the founding emperor of Crusted.

Further away were some messy amusement facilities and the remains of some open-air entertainment venues. Only a circus tent still managed to maintain a dirty but undamaged appearance.

"MB-Hidden: Arrival at the ancient palace. This is the number set by the banned organization for this place. As you know, MB belongs to the monster sequence, which makes Ivan XXII very angry. Krusted has never officially acknowledged it. There is no abnormality or distortion here, and there is no death, killing or extraordinary here. It is just an 'ordinary path' connected to the 'Control Fire of Heaven's Punishment'." Yaroslav saw Wright looking around. Seemingly reading his mind, he said:

"Nothing will appear here except that door, because time has long forgotten this place... There is no one anymore, and there is no longer the Crusted people who lived in the prosperous and glorious era. There will be no monsters. , there is no 'exotic monster', if we federal soldiers don't come, there won't even be a bullet here.

"There is no 'sad' here that can make you mentally broken, and there is no energy that can make you cognitively biased. There is just an environmental layout that makes you feel comfortable and peaceful. You and I... are not weak-willed people. , these excellent warriors of Krusted are not weak-willed people, I think we will not be trapped in it and unable to extricate ourselves, right?"

"You are right, Chief Yaroslav." Wright turned to stare into Yaroslav's eyes and said in a particularly firm tone:

"Take me to the 'Mechanical Door'."

Soon, Wright, led by the surrounding federal superpowers, walked along the abandoned brick road, passed through the removed palace gate, and walked into this corrosive space filled with purple vines and many weeds. .

This place is indeed dilapidated, with many mottled bloodstains remaining on the walls. It seems that a brutal battle took place before this group of humans arrived.

"Wright, please walk on this prototype magic circle and use the magic power in your body as much as possible." Yaroslav took out a black notebook from his arms and gave instructions according to the scrawled handwriting on it.

"Is it just... a simple surge of magic power?" Wright asked.

"Yes, just simply surge and release them in any form. But I suggest that it is best to think about some grand scenes in your brain while releasing the magic source power. Because, this door relies on Yi If you think about everything built with the power of Twenty-Two from a macro perspective, it will be easy to resonate with him," Yaroslav replied:

"Our purpose is to make the Mechanical Gate mistake you for the great emperor from the beginning."

"A great emperor? Great... magnificent..." Wright closed his eyes tightly and began to recite the incantation for spirit formation.

“I pray for the wisdom of the Creator to come.”

“I want the vastness of the universe to come to my mind.”

“Past, Present and Future.”

“Death, Life and Existence.”

Within a few seconds, a red light quickly condensed in Wright's heart and forehead. Soon, these lights evolved into wire-like bugs, crawling up every corner of Wright's body and burrowing into his body. Every pore, the surface of his body was quickly covered with a glow of the dead that seemed to come from the netherworld and other places.

As Wright's red magic power slowly spread around, Yaroslav and the group of superpowers felt extremely uncomfortable. It was not that the body felt cold or painful, nor was it that the spirit felt painful or confused. It was just a "sense of escape" that could not be described in any language created by humans. The energy of countless destinies and time seemed to gather at this moment, making them withdraw from the palace at the same time.

Soon, the remaining plants began to emit a faint blue glow. There was no wind or vibration here, but the plants swayed strangely.

The twisted plants seemed to be greedily absorbing the red magic power, but when their bodies expanded to two or three times their size, they exploded, flowing out white thick juice and black tar. Although these liquids flowed out uncontrollably at the same time, they showed a very short and clear state until they flowed to Wright's feet and covered the "magic circle" that did not produce any magical reaction.

In an instant, the black and white liquid, under the guidance of the magic source, drew a philosophical pattern that did not belong to Cruzde. If Wright opened his eyes and looked down, he would be surprised to find that this was the "Tai Chi pattern" from Khitanris, the supreme culture of the Flame Empire.

Wright's ears heard the whistle of the ship, the shouting of women, the crazy laughter of madmen, and the struggling screams of children before death. Countless tragic battle sounds mixed with the roar of guns and cannons, together with countless miserable calls, pleas and curses, formed an extreme "concert" like purgatory on earth.

"Is this the world in the eyes of Ivan XXII?" Wright thought to himself. He did not want to stop any power from interacting with it at this moment. On the contrary, he hoped that all the information would appear in front of him.

He guessed that Ivan XXII left this mechanical door here not to stop those who dared to enter, but on the contrary, he longed for someone to arrive here. He expected a new [Orderer] with enough power to come to the world and guide mankind into a new destiny.

Whether it is the Dragon Era, the Human Era, the Steam Era, the current Wasteland Era, or the future Star Era, as long as humans exist, there will be war, death and killing.

Humans are the most intelligent of the eighteen races ruled by the Dragon Clan, but the Creator gave them "wisdom" while also giving them "selfishness", "confusion", "meanness" and "greed".

At the beginning of Ivan XXII's accession to the throne, the ocean in the west of the Cruzd Empire was constantly surging, almost instantly submerging Ivan Port, Harift Port and Nantoya Port; in the south, the Zhine people marched northward due to the breakdown of the alliance, and almost occupied the entire Koenig Province. Their artillery could easily pour shells on the Linbian-Mayan line, and the infantry could freely shuttle west of the North Mamous River.

The Aventlai Empire in the east had just won a complete victory in the Second Battle of Nebsk and was steadily advancing towards the Icefield City. Whether it was the Zhine Empire or the Aventlai people, the Cruzd cities they occupied were almost all reduced to a place of flames where ruins and bodies were buried together.

The empire that Ivan XXII took over was a place devastated by the storm of war. The thunder of artillery fire and the torrential rain of blood could almost submerge him from the border to his ankles in the Icefield City.

"Perhaps, this is the fate of the [Orderer]." When Light received the information left by Ivan XXII, he commented:

"Let the world in war and chaos return to order and peace, so that people can truly have the ability to peek into the secrets of the Creator."

Under the continuous surge of red magic power, Light felt the sound of [Echo] that he did not understand but was very familiar with echoing in his ears.

Following that, a blazing hot wind blew towards him. He held his breath, and with his eyes closed, he seemed to see the stars in the universe crawling at his feet, countless spaceships whistling forward emitting metallic howls, and the golden red nebula emitting colorful light. The "Pillar of Creation" that can only be seen under the telescope was disturbing the most surging part of his heart.

Just as he was intoxicated by the excitement brought by the human domination of the universe in the illusory Star Age, and indulged in the magnificent scenery of the vast universe, he suddenly discovered that the "magic circle" was like an elevator, which had already sunk under the floor of the palace and brought him to a slightly wider underground space built at the end of a narrow tunnel.

Click! Ding! Zizizizizi!

When he finally opened his eyes, the mechanical door had already been opened according to the agreed procedure, and an extremely magnificent "final laboratory" filled with technology beyond their cognition appeared in his black pupils.

Thank you for the monthly ticket from the hang-up machine.