Wasteland Echoer

"So...you and Luo Nie have actually been here a long time ago?" Wright frowned, guessing with a strong feeling of confusion in his heart.

"It should be right. We have been here for a day, maybe a week, maybe the war in the outside world is over." A trace of confusion flashed in Sai's brown eyes.

However, Wright looked at Sai, shook his head thoughtfully, and denied:

"According to my inference, it may not be more than two weeks before the launch of the 'Silence's Advent' campaign, which is called 'Elysian Dawn'. A war that has exhausted all the empire's strength cannot end in such a short period of time. . But I’m curious, Sai, you just mentioned that you and Luo Nie arrived here directly after breaking through the yellow sand, right?"

"Yes, when we opened our eyes, we saw the Fire Empire-style door and the endless wall of the same style..." Sai nodded.

"But I'm different." Wright interrupted:

"The first stop I entered here from the 'Jump Formation' was the 'Feiyue Arena'. When Feng sacrificed himself and we defeated the ugly killer whale, Old K, I experienced another 'long' journey. I just got here. I saw the pool, the bleeding vines, and the disorienting fog before I got here."

"Brother Wright, are you saying that the direction we entered is different and the area we arrived at is misaligned?" Sai guessed.

"Maybe so," Wright replied uncertainly.

But Sai just looked around the space, then tilted his head, his eyes lost focus and looked at the deep red wooden door in the style of the Fire Empire. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head vigorously and said:

"Probably not. Brother Wright, the old magician said that you also heard that weird poem called "The Poetry of the Ancient Meteorite", which is imprinted on the meteorite. Whether Sister Melina interprets it The decider's diary, or the documents left behind by the human legion, all show that the scene encountered after breaking through the yellow sand and entering the core area of ​​​​the highland will not change in any way."

"In other words, Brother Wright, those places are fixed, just like a straight path. We don't have the extraordinary ability to travel through time and space. Therefore, even if we break in from different directions at different times, we will still enter 'Crimson Red' first. Arena', then visit the 'Silver Moon Temple', then quicksand and 'Vita Water', and finally it's related to the Divine Realm. And there is only one possibility for this phenomenon to occur."

"What?" Wright leaned forward slightly and asked curiously.

"The 'Crimson Arena' has disappeared, or in other words, the power to support it no longer exists." Sai said, looking at Wright up and down, showing an expression of great admiration, but mixed with fear of power. .

Naturally, after receiving the "Inspiration" sequence core and being infused with the power of the Lost Blood Tribe and the Killer Whale, Wright could quickly capture Sai's expression and figure out his mentality instantly.

Obviously, Say believed that either Wright's power destroyed a great arena, or that Wright used absolute superiority to kill the monsters that maintained his power. Otherwise, how could he be so vigorous and vigorous in defeating Say's creation in the first place? to prepare for emergencies, and then stood here unscathed to discuss the development of the situation.

Facing Sai, Wright sighed, smiled sheepishly, looked away with his black eyes, and said humbly:

"The killer whale that supported its power was defeated by the wind. The child sacrificed himself and exhausted its magic power. Only then did I have the opportunity to kill it and find a way out of there. As for the disappearance of the arena, I I think it may be a product of illusion itself. The 'protagonist' used to maintain the illusion is no longer there, so there is no need for it to exist. By the way, Sai..."

"Yes, brother Wright." Sai nodded obediently and looked at Wright.

"You just said that you want to pay homage to the gods here, and you will have the opportunity to leave here only after receiving instructions, right? I think I should meet the 'lover' Luo Nie who does tarot card divination, and then appreciate the so-called gods." Wright said with an unclear smile on his lips and stepped forward quickly.

As he walked up the steps, Wright's steps became more brisk, and the smell of gasoline around him became stronger.

If it weren't for the wasteland world and Zine Empire, Wright would even wonder if a gasoline leak had occurred here.

But he knew very well that the Krusted Empire, which had the strength to exploit oil on a large scale and refine gasoline, had long since returned to dust. The Zine Empire did not have complete technology and could only do limited exploitation at best.

Half a minute later, Wright stood calmly and calmly at the bottom of the dome-style church building without blushing or breathing.

Looking up, Wright saw a huge golden door engraved with dragon totems.

The middle part of it is like the door when you entered the "Silver Moon Temple" just now. Two huge metal sheets cover the door lock, and the totem above is mainly a wolf.

Looking down, the nearly one-meter-high threshold becomes an obstacle for the unwary, and also reveals a strong oriental flavor.

Fortunately, the door was closed. Wright exerted a little force, and as a dull "squeak" sound came out, a cold breath hit his face.

After getting used to the unbearable atmosphere, Wright walked straight into the slightly dark interior and observed.

The overall space inside is very large, with the top about ten meters above the ground. Hanging high on the top are five crystal chandeliers reflecting colorful light. They are hung at even intervals, creating a feeling that is incompatible with the surroundings.

There are no gas lights or electric lights here, and naturally there are no winding metal pipes or tightly wrapped wires hidden in corners.

In addition to the empty hall, some stone pillars painted with red paint that support the overall structure are purple curtains covering the skylight at the top and the large floor-to-ceiling windows at the bottom.

The Crusted Empire claimed to be the successor of the central culture, and their courts were once honored with purple. Naturally, this is also because the extraction of purple dye was difficult and expensive in the Second and Early Third Era.

Accompanied by the rhythmic "ta-da" sound under his feet, Wright walked through the palace.

In the middle is a circular area surrounded by low, old-painted, and even peeling railings.

If you look closely, the area looks like a magic circle, but it looks more like the graffiti of an amateur painter who doesn't understand geometry and is half asleep.

Twisted lines, squares made of curves, a half-drawn dragon, and a six-pointed star with a few corners missing were stacked together in no order. However, the only consolation is that the robot in the lower right corner of the picture has put a lot of effort into it.

An oval mechanical head, two cannon holes between the plump chest, two highly technological hand cannons, two blowholes that replace the legs, and seven or eight crocodile-like creatures covered with mechanical scales extending in all directions. 's tail. These combinations gave Wright some novel feelings. After all, during this period, he faced monsters, lost people, and careless people. He didn't have much contact with the products of the steam machinery world.

After secretly admiring the "amateur painter"'s rich "inspiration" and imagination, Wright suddenly saw a mechanical clock hanging like a rag on the railing. They looked very much like the abstract paintings by Picasso that Wright had admired in the previous world. But immediately, he was attracted by a burst of young and melodious male singing.

"Why the long starry sky has not dispersed for so long."

“Why can’t the morning birds sing.”

"Why do the lush flowers wither?"

"I can't understand, I can't comprehend, 'love' is getting cheaper in this world."

"I know this is the end."

"I know this is the wasteland."

"I look forward to the reconstruction of civilization, just like a young man looking up at the stars at midnight, longing for a beautiful and illusory dream."

After listening to the melodious, soothing song, which was as sincere as reciting a poem, Wright turned around and looked towards the source of the sound.

There is the end of the hall, an area where countless mechanical sculptures are enshrined.

It was dark and messy there, but it looked ferocious and terrifying. At a glance, Wright's first impression of the mechanical sculpture was that of "terrible majesty." However, even if he observed carefully, Wright still did not see the real source of the sound.

Recalling the music, Wright felt more and more the singer's use of the Zine Empire language. In his mouth, the language became more vivid, flexible, beautiful, melodious and full of hope.

This song seems to have been lingering in the world, washing away the lost soul and all the filth.

It is more like a young man looking forward to a new day trying to cross the curtain of time, abandoning the pain of darkness, and heading to a new world with confidence.

For the first time, Wright did not feel any discomfort in those acid-refluxing illusions filled with depression and rancidity. Wright suddenly thought that no matter how bad the environment was, and how distorted and dark everything around him was, as long as he recited the voice of hope, You can see the future, touch the future, and finally seize the future.

"Brother Wright." Sai's crying voice came from behind Wright.

Suddenly, Wright felt that all the beautiful longings he had just had disappeared. Sai's boyish voice was like a brick being stirred vigorously in his head that had opened the Tianling Cap.

Holding back the sudden pain, Wright took a deep breath, then turned around, barely keeping his facial expression calm and asked:

"What's wrong?"

"singing."

"What's wrong with the singing? It feels full of hope. Why are you crying? Sai." Wright wiped away the tears on Sai's face with concern, suddenly feeling distressed.

"It's not the song, it's its source. I didn't see Brother Luonie, but I felt a powerful force approaching here. It has the same smell as Brother Luonie. It's a machine... It's a mechanical body, very powerful. I don’t know what brother Luonie prayed to the gods or what kind of revelation he got, but I...but I feel the danger from the depths of my soul." Sayi said, looking around warily, like a bird being affected by Frightened rabbit.

After comforting Say, Wright held him and walked towards a group of huge mechanical sculptures, which may be the so-called "gods".

Before he had time to carefully observe the specific appearance of the sculpture, Wright suddenly felt the ground begin to shake violently and uncontrollably.

Even the crystal chandelier above their heads began to sway wildly and chaotically.