Wasteland Echoer

The shining light became more and more intense, and together with the surrounding temperature, it reached a scorching level in just a few seconds.

In an instant, Duck heard the roar of ancient war horses, the whistle of steam ships, and the rapid "didi" sound that he had never heard before.

At the same time, the scorching heat made him unable to maintain a deep sleep any longer. After his tolerance reached the extreme, he finally mobilized all his limbs and sat up suddenly.

"Where is...?" Dak said in shock facing the surrounding environment, his mouth opened wide into an "O" shape.

The surrounding space was no longer a dark underground dormitory, but turned into a shocking red.

The violent, unbridled wind was mixed with the scalding heat wave, which was completely different from the cold air current in Binglin City.

Panting heavily, Duck suppressed the trembling all over his body, sat up from the dry, hardened earth, and looked around.

The red sun hangs above the orange sky curtain like the devil's scarlet eye, and the dry trees on the exposed river bed symbolize the place where death comes.

Looking as far as the eye can see, the end of the field of vision is not the mountains or the sky, but a thick fog intertwined with white and scarlet, like blood dispersed.

After staring for a few seconds, it seemed that a huge cloud of smoke and dust was rising from there, heading towards the direction where he was standing like a herd of nomadic horses.

After barely calming down, Dak listened carefully. It seemed that there were really cavalry charging over there. He even heard the sound of violent collision of metal weapons.

As the thunder fell from the sky, it cut through the red sky and penetrated the withered trees. The raging fire was instantly born from the dry wood and spread rapidly in all directions.

"Fire? The red sky, the dry land, the raging battle, the permeating flames. Could it be said that here..."

Looking at the surrounding environment, Dak murmured in confusion.

Under the attack of the sound of fire and mania, the deep voice of a young male echoed in his ears:

"Plamini..."

"Plamini..."

"This is the realm of flames." Dak gasped, eyes widened, and guessed in disbelief.

Then, an electric current seemed to pass through his brain, instantly awakening an episode in his dusty memory.

Shaking his head vigorously to stay awake, bending down and trying his best to adapt to the trembling ground, Dark's eyes flashed with a subtle icy blue.

He stretched his hand to his chest, groped for a while, and pulled off a crescent-shaped white "gem". After passing through a few concave parts, he locked his sight on a piece in the center that exuded a dazzling red light, like "an unintentional person". "The mechanical heart-like core area.

That "jewel" is called "Silent Wolf Fang" and comes from the Zine Empire in the south. As the name suggests, it is indeed made of wolf teeth.

Closing his eyes tightly, Dak silently recited the incantation, trying his best to surge the full water magic power in his body, trying to resonate with the flame in the "gem".

A subtle two-color light spread around Dak's body. Feeling that the strong flames were getting closer, he called out in a low voice:

"'Silent Wolf Fang', I know you brought me here. I don't know if you sensed the call of the gods, but please take me out of danger and go to the real destination."

As soon as he finished speaking, ice blue and red magic energy spurted out from the "Silent Wolf Fang" and rushed straight into the "Red Eyed Sun" like fireworks on Christmas night, leaving behind a gorgeous, bright and gorgeous tail. .

As ice crystals and flames intertwined in the air, colliding into brilliant, quickly dissipating water vapor, the endless thick fog slanted down like sudden snow, wrapping him up and briefly taking away all his senses.

"Left and right, up and down, time, space."

"Left and right, up and down, time, space."

The ethereal sound coming from the realm of the dead made Dak's brain feel an explosion of pain. After a few minutes, the surrounding mist turned into blood color, became pure black like a ghost, and then turned into a confused white burn again. , the voice gradually disappeared into mystery.

After about a few minutes, and what seemed like several long epochs, the thick fog that enveloped the entire world gradually receded and then disappeared.

Rubbing his dry, red and swollen eyes, Duck reluctantly revealed his gray eyes to examine the unfamiliar situation in front of him.

The "white" sun was high in the blue sky, and clouds like ghosts and demons swayed wantonly in it. In front of him was a narrow path made of red bricks and wood, leading to an upper area.

Observing the surroundings, Duck relied on his rich geographical experience to judge that he was probably in an unknown valley area. The sound of raging waterfalls could be heard from time to time, the towering mountain peaks not far away were vaguely visible, and the slightly dim area , coupled with the dense trees around him, seem to confirm this speculation.

Even if it is not the valley, Dak is very sure that it does not belong to any area controlled by the Crusted Federation.

Around January, it is the coldest period in the Federation, and it was known as the "Winter General" as early as the Second Era.

In Dak's impression, the climate here is either the western coastal area of ​​the Zine Empire, such as the abandoned Sandcastle City, or the colony of the Putoa Federation in the middle of the "Philiga" continent, or the Yanhuo Places like the Empire's Otani Province and Nanjiang Province have a mild and comfortable climate, not hot, with lush plant growth and rivers running through the mountains, providing an unusually rich water source.

Dak knew that he must be in a very important but bizarre nightmare.

Even if it is a comfortable and intoxicating green environment now, it may fall into an extraordinary and terrifying scene in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, observing the scenery could not bring him any substantial effect in escaping from the dream. The "Silent Wolf Fang" had now completely lost its heat and brightness, and he needed to complete the next "short" journey alone.

Thinking of this, Dak smiled slightly for no apparent reason, clenched his hands into fists, and quickly climbed up along the red brick path.

A few minutes later, dragging his tired body, Dak finally reached the end and climbed onto an altar with a completely different painting style from the one below.

The sky quickly darkened and became covered with dark clouds from the moment Duck stepped onto the altar. Looking back, I saw that the winding trail had long been covered by countless dark branches, completely losing its trace.

The surrounding temperature has dropped a lot. Although it is not as cold as Binglin City, there is already a cold feeling.

It was as if the forest just now was the "above" where the sunlight shone, and the cold altar was the "below" that stood majestically in the valley.

Fortunately, the edge of the towering altar is surrounded by a layer of rusty guardrails, preventing people from falling into a dark and confusing area.

The iris flowers engraved with golden lines on the ground reflect a bit of golden light, adding an embellishment called "hope" to the depressing atmosphere.

When looking at the center of the altar, for some reason, a mosaic-like area appeared in Dark's eyes.

When he concentrated, felt with all his strength, and tried his best to resonate with the strange aura around him, the mosaic gradually faded away, revealing its true appearance.

It was a towering giant tree. Its branches and leaves were extremely prosperous, surpassing all plants recorded by humans. The dense tree top blocked most of the sunlight, making the place cast a layer of eerie and dim light. feel.

The gnarled roots of the giant tree were completely submerged under the concrete ground, and the ground around the exposed trunk was neatly painted with a pattern of a six-pointed star.

Duck looked up along the thick dark tree trunk. Countless double-headed eagles with only skeletons were wrestling with each other on the branches, seeming to devour each other in the dark silver shadows, achieving the precious evolution of "unintentional people".

It seems that this area does not belong to the gods who are above and blessed with "Holy Glory", which is enough to drive away all evil spirits and "sadness", but it does not belong to the ancient gods. After all, they prefer the gloomy, dark, and moist deep sea. bottom.

Seeing this, Duck immediately wanted to suppress the restless water magic power in his body.

Under the rules set by the Creator, above the power of water magic is the power of dark magic. They belong to high and low levels of the same sequence, and will produce unpredictable resonances in most cases.

He didn't know why he entered here, let alone the wishes of the person behind the scenes who summoned him. Therefore, he could only wait here quietly, cautiously shaking his gray eyes and looking around, waiting for him to appear.

Coincidentally, crimson light shone behind the big tree, and a mysterious man in a black cloak slowly walked out of it and came face to face with Dark.

Just as he was about to ask about the identity of the visitor, Dak felt strong pressure from the spiritual realm, as if what he was in front of was not a mysterious enough human being, but a terrifying, abominable, vivid, unimaginable, indescribable, and incomprehensible creature. The evil spirit of the title.

It seemed that when the cloak was lifted, what was inside was not a humanoid creature, but a dirty, weird, deformed and disgusting crazy monster and ghostly body.

The heavy feeling of depression made Dak's eyes dazzle with stars, and he was almost unsteady on his feet. His body tried to induce him to fall into coma and escape from the aura of terror. But the aura emanating from the mysterious man in front of him was trying to keep him awake as much as possible, as if it had set a curse on him that would never sleep, causing him to continue to "accept" the terrifying existence in his imagination like "unintentional people".

After a while, a crisp young voice came out of the mysterious man's mouth. The pressure he was under was quickly lifted, and everything in the spiritual realm returned to normal:

"This is the 'Grey Dream', strange friend. I received instructions from 'Plamini' during my long sleep and called you here."

"A gray...dream?" Dak looked a little confused, then smiled slightly and said:

"What an ancient and unfamiliar word. My mysterious friend, you are reminding me of a painful and unbearable past. I cherish the hard-won life close to human beings now, even in such a cruel world, Living in a wasteland era where hope is vague."

"Indeed, I have prayed countless times to enter the realm full of mist, looking for traces of 'Plamini'. But the feeling you gave me was contrary to the gods. Depressed and painful emotions lingered around your body, with a strong sense of sorrow. ' is also permeated in it. I don't want to return to the dark and dim realm of the dead. If the price of touching the 'Eternal Red Lord' is to escape into the endless night, then I would rather not come into contact with anything related to 'Plamini' relevant areas."

"It seems that you are just like me." The mysterious man in black robe sneered and said:

"But I am not as desperate for mankind and the world as you are. Countless brilliant flames will be born in the civilization of reincarnation. Even if we occasionally encounter a long night, sporadic fireworks will save us who are on the verge of despair. What is so scary about darkness? On the contrary , only it can breed light."

"Well, I don't want to talk about irrelevant philosophical topics here. Time between you and me is by no means eternal. During this brief encounter, I would like to ask you to help me escape from the shackles of the cold ice and dark chains. Of course, As an early reward, I will give you an 'unbelievable' sequential monster." The mysterious man in black robe said, revealing his terrifying palms covered with scars.

Under the illumination of the crimson halo, countless tiny threads poured out from his palm, instantly forming a "metal iron box" larger than a palm. Under the background of strength, it fell into Dark's hands. .

"A mysterious man who can take out sequence monsters without hesitation, a strong man who brings extraordinary pressure when he appears. It seems that your sequence level... has reached a level that I can't understand for the time being. Feel it carefully. , you still have a rare professional aura about you. So, are you... a god? Even if you are not, please tell me your title." Duck bowed respectfully and requested.

"Of course." The mysterious black-robed man readily agreed:

"You can call me, 'The Echoer'."