Wasteland Echoer

"Break through his skin, muscles, and bones? I simply can't do it with my current strength! His skin and flesh are too thick, like solid leather on steel, and I can feel his recovery ability It’s quite powerful. As long as the surrounding ‘Sorrow’ and ‘Ancient Power’ don’t dissipate, it’s hard for me to destroy the body of ‘Plamini’s Sorrow’ at the same rate as its recovery speed.”

Wright turned his back to "Future", clasped his red-red hands, stared intently at "Plamini's Sorrow" which was slowly rising again in front of him, and said:

"If you talk about cutting off its limbs, maybe you can. But, in the future, can you recall more specific content? For example, how to cut off its limbs, and what should you pay attention to when attacking it? "

"It seems... yes." "Future" forcibly suppressed his heart that was beating faster and faster, and the pain that gradually spread from his chest to his limbs. He quietly wiped away the nosebleeds that were gurgling like a stream, and continued to activate "Old Memory Vision" "See", read and simultaneously read out the information in the memory:

""Guide to Existing Monsters in Hongdang Area"... Page 284, 'Plamini's Ax'... No, it should be 'Plamini's Sorrow'. Yes, it is here. The function of 'Breath of Mutation' , making those brains and nerves extremely sensitive and fragile. As soon as an external attack reaches it, it will die again.

"However, the four limbs actually present four completely different states, trees, steel, beasts and humans. They represent the entire steam age. According to the [soldiers] of the Federal Council's Northern Defense Corps stationed here, they once I saw a humanoid monster outside the 'Wind Wall' guarding the 'Red Fantasy Ruins'."

"Humanoid monster?" Wright asked curiously, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Yes, that humanoid monster has eight tentacles like a crocodile tail. It is as tall as the federal soldiers. It has a red halo on its body and its eyes are scarlet, emitting a terrifying red light. Its clothes are similar to those of the federal guards. Similarly, the Federation [Warrior] almost recognized the wrong person, but after divination, the superpower who understood the rules of 'Sequencing Cards' believed that this humanoid monster had the power to defeat the 'Sorrow of Pramini'..." "Future "As he spoke, he looked up at Wright, and then repeatedly looked at the contents of "Old Memory Sight" through his right eye.

It seemed that... the description in the "Guide" was somewhat similar to the Wright standing in front of him.

The scene was a little embarrassing for a while, but soon, "Plamini's Sorrow", who recovered from a brief dizzy state, once again raised the huge cannon barrel covered with red viscous liquid and body fragments. After several heavy trampling sounds, the cannon The mouth was aimed at Wright's body.

This time, the two dragon-like wings of "Plamini's Sorrow" flapped desperately, sending out a green wind. On the one hand, it cools down the gun barrel, and on the other hand, it makes it difficult for Wright to jump close from the air.

"Plamini's Sorrow", which seemed to have completely recovered, was extremely angry at Wright's close attack, but it retained a lot of intelligence and magic power that belonged to the god "Eternal Red Lord".

The limbs of this big monster were bent, and they were inserted into the ground made of yellow sand one by one. While it was almost completely integrated with it, it also turned itself into a circular turret with a very stable chassis.

Strong and hard arms support the body, and the loose flesh and furry skin just cover the four limbs completely. The transparent, viscous, or scarlet liquid from the sunken crater-like wounds flows outward like It gushes out like spring water, but solidifies after completely covering the four limbs, forming a solid layer of armor like resin.

All of this took place extremely quickly, taking no more than fifteen seconds in total.

Therefore, Wright, who felt the fluctuations in the surrounding magic power, came to an obvious conclusion: "This guy is scared, but it is extremely clear about its own weaknesses. In order to achieve complete victory, it has begun to borrow "ancient" techniques regardless of the consequences. Strength'.

Even though his opponent was sparing no effort to use the "ancient power", Wright did not want to overdraw his red magic power.

In the dream in the town of Migov in the Zine Empire, the clone of the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" once warned him not to overdraw the power of the red magic source, otherwise he would fall into madness and completely forget his human identity.

After all, ultimate power cannot come from ordinary creatures. Under the constraints of the Creator's supreme and untamperable "reason", the more human nature and "divine nature" are annihilated, the crazier the spirit, the easier it is to create extremely powerful creatures. strength.

Reason only allows you to live as a human being, nothing more. Only complete madness can release the power hidden deep in the soul and genes.

Bang!

The sound of red cannonballs mixed with sparks fired from the huge cannon shattered Wright's memories, causing his mind and body to quickly return to reality.

Wright desperately surged up the red magic power that could still be used in his body, condensing it on the "touch of darkness" behind his back, causing it to "bloom" around like a chrysanthemum. At the same time, the replenished magic power made Wright Once again, he gathered a "Red Kite Eagle Shield" that was enough to cover his entire body to resist cannonball attacks.

However, this time, the cannonball mixed with the "ancient atmosphere" was more powerful, and it instantly broke through the "Eagle Shield of the Red Kite". The flying gravel penetrated Wright's left arm, making him temporarily unable to maintain the shield due to pain. 's existence.

Ignoring his bleeding arm, the second and third shells came one after another like hail. Wright had no choice but to wrap his arms around "Future" with a "touch of darkness" and jump back desperately, constantly dodging such attacks. A meteor shower attack.

The excessive condensation of the "ancient power" has caused the Burning Sun to completely lose its trace, as if the world and the universe are experiencing a darkest disease, breeding death and disaster in a darkness that "covers the sky and the sun."

The strong wind exuding a faint green light gave the "Red Fantasy Ruins" an aura of the undead, and the seemingly endless artillery shells intensified the already annoying smell of war. However, the only thing that can give people comfort is that the world in the "Red Fantasy Ruins" may be real or fake. The huge crater created by the explosion of the artillery shell will soon be refilled by the yellow sand brought by the wind, which just lingers. The burning and rancid smell seems to not dissipate until the Creator disappears.

Fortunately, the "ancient power" cannot be used continuously without restraint. After pouring more than a hundred cannonballs into this land of yellow sand shrouded in darkness, the dragon wings of "Plamini's Sorrow" finally He no longer fanned, but curled back to his sides in a defensive position.

The limbs it used to support its body further bent down, completely assuming a kneeling posture. Together with the huge barrel on its back, it curled inward, temporarily stopping its attack.

Taking advantage of this perfect respite, Wright placed "Future" behind a boulder, looked at "Plamini's Sorrow" warily, and turned his back to "Future" and asked:

"Remember? 'Future'. Is there a way to cut off its limbs?"

"There is indeed another sentence after the entry of 'The Sorrow of Pramini', but it is a prophetic poem by Edari Sage." I remember reading something called "The Rise of Order" in... I read it in the Grand Terrace at Karnosk. It’s called: ‘The sand of the black sun cannot bury [order], steam and killing cannot cover the brilliance; the fate of machinery listens to the wail of pain, and the broken spear heads towards the rebirth of the floating world. ’” “Future” replied:

"There is nothing more after that... Lord Wright, that is another entry in the Guide."

"This prophetic poem seems to be positive. I can feel a positive emotion from it. It's just that we need some help to reach 'rebirth', right. But now, who else will appear here? ? Is it the Dark who promised me to come here in the gray dream, or the people from Crusted's army?" Wright thought, but did not notice the abnormality in the "future" behind him.

In fact, "Future" did feel relieved after retelling the content of "Old Memories Vision". Just when he was about to completely escape from the alien plane, he discovered that his face, chest, arms, and My thighs were covered with scarlet blood before I knew it.

When I reached out and touched it, I felt a wet feeling.

Moreover, even if the "ancient power" and the dark magic power were removed, his right eye, which had been obtaining information from the memory world, was still dark and seemed to have completely lost its function.

Immediately afterwards, "Future" saw his heart flashing a blue light for a few times and then suddenly extinguishing it, making a rumble of mechanical damage, completely losing the unique blue light of the Lost, and continuously emitting green light outwards. The "life aura" light spots like fireflies.

"Finally...is it time?" "Future" felt an unprecedented fatigue and sleepiness, and fell to the ground as if all his strength had been sucked away.

However, his back happened to rest on the boulder behind him, allowing him to look toward the sky.

"It should be that...forcibly maintaining the 'old memory vision' consumes...my power. Forcibly connecting an alien plane where time flows much slower with reality will consume life force at a rate thousands of times." No wonder... no wonder my brother 'Feng Mining' told me that 'Old Memory Sight'... is a skill that is enough to kill the lost." "Future" smiled bitterly and said to himself:

"Brother...the brother who became the 'Axe of Pramini' is probably still in the camp of the 'Chaos Group'. But he must have escaped from this painful and hopeless world long ago. He is The broken and ugly body is left here, and the soul should have followed the Lord to the glorious heaven."

With the rapid loss of power belonging to the Lost One, the "ancient" and demonic power quickly disappeared, and the eyes of "Future" finally changed from the usual dark purple and pitch black color back to the normal brown color of the Crusaders.

The dark mark on his forehead that brought him strength and disaster finally disappeared at this moment, and the countless green "life aura" light spots also turned into countless "lights" that brought civilization and hope to mankind.

They dispersed the surrounding darkness that seemed to have been condensed for hundreds of millions of years, enough to allow all humans struggling in the long night of the wasteland to find the direction of heaven, suffering from death, hunger, pain, madness and confusion.

"Future", no, two completely different memories that both belonged to him began to reverberate in front of Constantinian's eyes. Revolving images flashed in front of his eyes, and at the same time, the world around him began to become brighter.

The scorching sun once again hung high on the dome like a roulette wheel, and the sweet chirping of creatures once again surrounded his ears. The plants seemed to have broken through the shackles of yellow sand and "viruses" and emerged from the realm of nothingness again, returning to nature. Among them, the dry river was filled with water again, exuding a refreshing and intoxicating natural smell.

The dark and dim atmosphere seemed to disappear completely at this moment. The depression, fear and pain could no longer be felt by him. A small puff of smoke symbolizing prosperity in the distance came out of the chimney, and the distant whistle greeted him. The train leaving the suffering world is slowly "coming".

"Kitaris... is too far away from me, and the pain of war... is so close. Perhaps salvation is not achieved by truly reaching the dreamlike east. Death is also a way to escape from the long night in the wasteland. "Future" said, with a smile called "happiness" gradually rising from the corner of his mouth.

Soon, the steaming train stopped above the tracks and platform that suddenly appeared in front of him. A man wearing a cotton cloak with a sunflower pattern embroidered with gold thread and a very Cruzeid palace style stepped out of the carriage. , arrived in front of the boulder where "Future" was sitting.

He squatted down with a smile, stretched out his rough right hand to caress "Future"'s face, then pulled "Future" up, and said in a soft, doting voice:

"Let's go, the train is about to leave. If we follow it, we can go to a world better than Cathay Reese, where the land is fertile, the rivers are flowing with milk and honey, and the sun will never set. We There will never be death, pain, disaster and deception again. That is...the place of eternal happiness created by the Creator.”

"Well, let's go, Brother Feng Mine." "Future" smiled, and his face finally showed a truly innocent and bright smile that belonged to a child.