Wasteland Echoer

Chapter 11 MB-1035 Flower of Inverus

"Inverus?" Wright asked curiously.

This strange name is obviously not the spelling of the Imperial language of Zine. From the perspective of word formation, it should tend to be the common language of the West Continent that has the same origin as the Imperial language.

They both belong to the ancient Saint Rum language branch before the New Century, but due to the existence of an empire that claimed to be "the sun never sets", this language was extended to the entire Western Continent.

But in the new era when human civilization is on the verge of collapse, whoever is more powerful can take the lead in language promotion.

"Literal translation from the common language of the Western Continent, most naming of sequential monsters requires this. And the free translation in our language is Inner Roll Flower. Monsters correspond to gods. They can never see the light and can only live in the dark and dirty underground."

Wright could feel through the subtle changes in her expression that there seemed to be a hint of sadness in Natasha's heart.

Does she still have feelings for monsters and darkness? What a wonderful woman.

"However," Natasha shifted her perspective downwards and answered with her eyes out of focus:

"The gods have a bright future, just like the nobles in the city of Socra. The field where they exist is called the Miracles of Light. Although it has not been confirmed, I believe in their existence. The order monsters are related to the lost ones and the unintentional ones. Human beings will always exist in darkness. And as long as they are extraordinary things in the dark night, they will be defined as monsters, while gods will always only exist in a fixed order."

"Gods are eternal, but monsters can be destroyed and replaced?" Wright couldn't help but add.

"Yes, that's not right either. By the way, monsters are not just living things, sometimes objects can also be included in them." Natasha said noncommittally:

"We magicians or users of magic source power are usually able to surge power and communicate with gods through mental and soul leaps. But for those monsters, including the lost and the unintentional, the fate waiting for them is not to be used, but to be exploited. They can only be killed. They destroyed the holy existence of the world, and it may be because of the extraordinary power they represent that human civilization finally became the half-dead state it is today."

Natasha's words showed her anger, and a dark purple streak like silk thread gradually appeared in her eyes.

She stretched out her gray fingers, slowly raised them up to align with Wright's eyebrows, closed her eyes tightly and muttered something.

Immediately afterwards, a dark green light slowly emerged from her fingertips, like a winding and growing vine, and slowly approached Wright's chest.

"Magic? Or magic?" Wright blurted out, staring at Natasha's fingers motionless with a look of astonishment.

This was the second time he saw extraordinary things with his own eyes. Although he was somewhat unconscious that time under Socrates, this time he saw it with his own eyes with his own eyes.

"It's not magic. Although magicians before the New Yuan Dynasty usually used magic as a disguise, there is no need here. After all, the Heartless and the Lost have penetrated their psychological defenses, and now they can accept anything silently. So, This is it."

Natasha took back the power in her hand, and at some point, a milky white petal appeared in her hand.

It was exactly what Wright found in the package!

"Is this the inner curled flower?"

"This is the inner curled flower!" Natasha said, opening the kerosene lamp shade on the table and putting the petals inside.

Under the joy of the flames, it turned into a pile of ashes without any trace.

"It has a soothing effect, but you'd better not get it. I don't know how you got it, but believe me, it will make you intoxicated with comfort and fantasy, and eventually lead to the abyss of destruction." Natasha explained.

So scary? Those inner curling flowers are indeed not a good thing. Fortunately, I remember this important point. It is mentioned in the "Safety Code" that warriors in the wasteland need to stay awake and energetic. Once this is lost, death is not far away.

However, if his previous death was not suicide, he was probably murdered. In this case, the dangers have not been eliminated, but they have been hidden.

Playing in the underworld, right?

Wright cursed in his heart, but on the surface he still had to keep smiling and try to be as "elegant" as possible.

"I know, thank you for saving me from a dangerous thing. But this kind of thing shouldn't be available everywhere." Wright guessed.

"You are wrong, involute flowers are everywhere. It is ubiquitous. It is precisely because of this that some people ignore it. However, if you want to achieve a complete soothing or addictive effect, it is not something that ordinary flower petals can achieve." Natasha As he answered, his eyes turned to the left, as if he was remembering something.

"Nine cycles, nine days of growth, and the involute flowers after six blooms are worthless. They will just cuddle up against the polluted land and poor sunlight like deep sea whirlpools, competing for each other's nutrients, and in the When night comes, it will wither and turn into ashes.”

9? 9? 6! ? That’s so worthy of the name Uchimaki Flower!

If it is "rolled" like this, it would be outrageous if it doesn't turn into ashes!

Wright thought of the world before he traveled through time.

"However, as long as there is a little human intervention in the overall growth of the flowers, they will become high-priced treasures." Natasha added.

"How to intervene?" Wright became interested.

"Shorten the growth cycle, still nine days of growth, but shorten the cycle to six, and harvest early after the fifth flowering. After doing this, the involute flowers will become straight, and they will no longer turn into ashes , but becomes a drug. Or a poison."

9-6-5? Sure enough, this is how it was handled. It seems that there is some kind of connection between the two worlds?

Maybe it's just a common feature of the world where humans live. The word fate cannot be escaped anywhere.

Wright sighed inwardly that he didn't want this world to be even remotely similar to the previous world. Ever since he came to this wasteland world, he hadn't even had the slightest thought of traveling back!

"Well, guest Wright, I have answered your three questions for you. Can we now move on to the divination session?"

After a brief question, Natasha tried to get to the most important part.

She did not wait for Wright's answer, but slowly lifted the kerosene lamp and placed it on the wooden cabinet behind her.

Then, she tidied up the messy table a little, gathered together the cards scattered in a corner, folded them and placed them aside.

Immediately afterwards, she took out a candle from the bottom drawer behind her, struck a match and lit it.

"A sense of ritual?" Wright teased.

"Yes, a sense of ritual. Life is not easy, and a sense of ritual is needed everywhere." Natasha added.

"Can we start then? My time is precious. And I have got most of the information I need. Although there are some things on the postcard that I haven't seen yet, these are enough." Wright subconsciously glanced at his watch. road.

It was now about half past six in the evening, and it took almost two hours to walk from the "storm" area to area z. Subconsciously, he did not want to spend Sogra's night.

"It's time to start. Mr. Wright, please randomly choose one card from these sixteen cards. Remember, there is only one card."

Natasha said, unfolding all the cards with their backs facing up.

Looking at the back of the card under the flickering candlelight, Wright felt a sense of suffocation in his mind.

The uniform pure black background color is matched with a dark green center symmetrical long-tailed monster pattern. On their upper part is a skeleton with only one eyeball, and the palm of the lower body is tearing an eyeball with a larger pupil showing a ring shape. .

And that faint green seems to have some kind of mineral added to it. If you move your field of vision slightly, it seems to still be shining with green light.

This kind of card is called "Sequence Card". Its origin is a mystery, but legend has it that it was spread among humans in the first era. Magicians in the East and West usually need to determine the development of things through divination, so they use sixteen emotions or attitudes in the world to form the basic rules.

For divination of the category of people with magic source power, that is, the sequence mentioned in the card name, you only need to draw one card, but if you need to divination the future or the past, you need two.

"Just...choose one?" Wright breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"Yes, follow your heart."

Suppressing his heart that was beating against each other and almost bursting out of his chest, Wright slowly stretched his hand towards the pile of cards.

He couldn't stop groping, following his heart as much as possible.

Suddenly, he felt something strange about a card under his palm, and an indescribable mysterious feeling enveloped his spirit.

"That's it!" Wright pulled out the card and turned it over.

A middle-aged man wearing a crown holds a sharp blade and is stabbing into a skeleton. There is a sun in the corner of the picture, but it does not seem to emit any light. He had "4" written on it in Roman numerals, and the word "chiter" written in an unknown script below.

"My guess is correct. You are indeed a confused [Order]. Consistent with the previous test results, you belong to the 'Order' category in the Demon Source Order Group. According to the prophecy, your profession is to protect human beings. But we pay more attention to order and the future. When life and order conflict, you will completely abandon life, which is a bit sad." Natasha analyzed.

"order"? Maybe it's true, that test question was about my inner thoughts, and the card test also followed my inner choice. Maybe, I really belong to "Order".

Human beings in the wasteland need order to survive, but even a completely civilized society will become chaotic without order. "Order" is the foundation of all existence!

"So Miss Natasha, I would like to ask which sequence group you belong to?" Wright suddenly changed his tone.

"I belong to aiy, which is love, which corresponds to the upper-level profession [God of Love]. Love nourishes all things. With love, there is hope for mankind, and we can move forward in this long night of wasteland. Without love, mankind is just a machine. , will eventually perish." Natasha said with emotion.

"By the way, can you tell me what the use of the sequence of cards is?" Wright thought for a while and asked the key.

"The first is to divine you, and the second is to determine your direction. I can feel the aura of magic power in your body. You are worthy of exploring extraordinary things. And with the continuous improvement of power, you will be able to Place in magic.”

"Status?" Wright asked.

"Humans with magic power can communicate with gods and detect the existence of gods. As long as they dare to pay the price of their lives, ordinary people are qualified to become demigods, and if they are recognized by the gods, they can advance to become real gods. . However, these are all legends. If you think more realistically, it would be good to use these powers to destroy the hearts of the Heartless, or to fight against the Lost. This power can penetrate deep into their spirits and thus destroy it." Nata Sha spread her hands and made an explosion gesture.

"Being the savior?" Wright smiled, he didn't have such big ambitions yet.

"Yes, it is the savior. 527 years have passed in the New Yuan Era, and the surviving human beings will not be able to survive the moment when the sun shines. Mysterious and extraordinary things have been attacking us. Only by annihilating all the lost and unintentional people, this The world will return to normal. Now," Natasha stood up, stood in front of an iron door, and yelled like crazy:

"Going in from here means that you have accepted magic and entered the world of magic power. And if you return the same way, it means that you insist on steam and machinery and use force to restore order. Now, you need to make a choice, which belongs to the upper-level profession [ Orderer]!"

"Order? Occupation? Is this the real reason why you asked me to come here?" Wright guessed, and stood up to leave.

But the next second, after a subtle "click" sound passed his ear, a cold pistol was pressed against his chest.