Wasteland Echoer

There are mottled stone pillars, messy gravel, ruins covered with emerald green vines, and bluestone roads that are already covered with moss and filled with a layer of slight water accumulation.

"Dream?" Wright stared at the soft surroundings in astonishment, and could even feel a bit of a spring breeze.

He stared up at the sky numbly. There was no yellow sand of the Gobi, no dome belonging to Socra, no darkness, or the terrifying crimson moon.

There is only a blue sky and a few floating white clouds, like jellyfish in the deep sea.

The sun hanging high above the head is hidden under the clouds, as if it has had enough of the fatigue of shining on everything, and wants to take a few days to recuperate and take a rare long vacation.

"By the way, this is the scene from that dream. I remember it was done just after the battle with Yato, probably in Migov Hospital." Wright slapped the back of his head and exclaimed.

Although he didn't feel any pain in his head, or even any human consciousness.

This made him think for a moment that he was about to mutate into a "careless person", but two or three seconds later, an embarrassed smile appeared on his lips.

A dream, a dream.

It should be walking along the bluestone path, right?

Following the memory and walking steadily, Wright saw the tower that reached into the sky in that confused dream again.

It seems that he is a relic of a certain prehistoric civilization, and seems to be related to the dragon miracles recorded in the book "The Sorrowful Call of the Dragon" that describes the legend of the First Age in my memory.

Continuing forward, you will see the Cruz German-style dome church, the Putoan-style steeple church, and several majestic and dilapidated castle-like buildings.

until……

A pavilion dominated by pitch black appeared in front of him.

Wright looked carefully and saw that the style of the pavilion was the same as what he remembered as the common style of the previous era. Four stone pillars, which were not considered thick, supported the whole. The top part was a pagoda-style spire in the style of the Fire Empire.

The top of it has the words "235" written in the common language of the Western Continent, engraved on the base plate rich in metallic luster.

After Wright stared ahead with slightly dull eyes for a few seconds, with a burst of spatial distortion and the interweaving and flickering of colorful black and colorful white lights, the top of the pavilion changed slightly.

It no longer has the shape of a spire, but instead is a giant octopus with a human head made of metal.

The head of the octopus is that of an old man, with his face all around, and his mouth opening and closing, as if he is telling Wright some ancient horrifying legend.

Its body part has eight constantly wriggling tentacles, each with countless suckers growing on it, and a spider-like silk-like substance that is constantly pouring out, wrapping around its own not-so-huge body. .

A group of scarlet flames suddenly appeared in the metallic-glossy pavilion. In the illusion, it continued to extend and rise outwards, forming the appearance of a young girl.

"Have you finally had a good sleep? Mr. Echoer?" The girl's voice was very pleasant, like an angel descending from the realm of gods.

She was enveloped in a blur of brilliance, and in his trance, Wright saw her bowing to him with an innocent smile.

"Is this a gray dream? I only remember that I told 'Machine Spirit' and 'Young Wolf' about my code name, or rather... a nickname, code name." Wright smiled professionally, doubting road.

"The rare [Order], the possessor of the red magic source power, the [Warriors] of the escort team, and the 'Echoers' who answer people's questions in the Gray Dream. Yes, this place still belongs to the Gray Dream Realm. It's just that the time you talked with the 'Mechanical Spirit' and 'Young Wolf' in your mouth was in the public domain, and gods can create their own private realm. I believe that one day, when you truly obtain the seven major Sequence core, after you overcome the curse of the demigods, you will become a god and have your own domain." The girl responded with a friendly smile.

"You put me here, and you know all my secrets. Tell me your purpose." Wright said directly.

He doesn't like to listen to "riddles" in other people's fields. More direct conversations or even transactions can make him feel more at ease.

"Sequence No. 51, you have unearthed the Decider's prophecy a little more. His diary, or notes, have been obtained by the three major churches, the royal family of the Zine Empire, and the Socra Committee. It is only a matter of time before the interpretation is completed. Mr. Echoer, I am about to reach true relief." The girl's voice suddenly became louder.

Start getting manic!

Immediately afterwards, a horrifying "gurgling" laughter came from her throat, then a shrill and excited roar, and finally, it was intermittent, with short expressionless laughs.

"relief?"

Wright stepped forward quickly, and after dispelling the illusory restraints in front of him, he finally saw the girl's whole face clearly.

He has a face of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a gauze scarf, wearing a coat of arms engraved with a strange creature on his forehead, and his skin is fair and bright. However, the long tail that seemed to be wandering aimlessly like a python before has disappeared this time. ?

Wright said confused:

"Are you the ancient Greek-style girl...goddess from last time? Or are you the 'Daughter of Mechanical Element' in person?"

"None of them." The girl shook her head and said:

"I am indeed related to the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element', and I am just one of her several consciousnesses that are outside the body. The last time it was the Mechanical Manipulator No. 01, and I am the Mechanical Manipulator No. 03. I Can I impart some knowledge about gods to you?" The girl tilted her head and asked with a smile.

"Huh, okay." Wright forced to suppress the panic rising in his heart and nodded.

"The mechanical core is the 'Daughter of Mechanical Element', which is the core power source of my body. It can create at least five mechanical manipulators, and I am one of them. We can use it to fight, and we can also enter the gray world. Dreams, even ordinary dreams, drive humans who dare to contact us into madness, and eventually they can't bear the pain and commit suicide." Mechanical Manipulator No. 03 explained.

"So, the last time you introduced me to the Fire of Heaven's Punishment and the Taboo of Red Demon Power, it was also a mechanical control body?" Wright asked.

"That's right. And the dream that I pulled you into last time was actually a gray dream. It's just that each mechanical manipulator can convey different information to you, and our missions are also different. And this time I want to You [Order] convey two important messages." No. 03 said, taking two steps forward, almost touching Wright's body.

"Please tell me, I'm happy to listen. After all, I need to find your identity and stop 'Raleye's dream.'" Wright stepped back slightly, stretched out his right hand wearing a tactical glove, and made a "please" gesture in a gentlemanly manner.

"Haha." A happy smile came out of No. 03's throat. She bowed slightly, then took two steps back and said:

"For women, you really don't have any unique emotions in your heart. When we sneak into the dreams of those lost people and the few who dare to come into contact with the 'Confused Song' human beings. I peek into their hearts and they will always have wild thoughts about us. , and even use your hands and feet to satisfy those unobtainable desires. But you are different, your heart is as peaceful as the ancient Mediterranean. It seems that you do not have some human desires. "

"I...Light, what I love is this country, this Sune Empire that can provide shelter for humans in the wasteland. In order to eliminate all the unintentional people and the lost, and explore the secrets of the gods...and extraordinary things in this world, I I think I have become a celibate. Just like the knight chasing the windmill, dedication is also the last mission of the imperial army. I remember that our team just lost a comrade."

Wright's tone was calm, but mixed with a hint of subtle sadness.

Pain, struggle, hope, longing, panic and confusion appeared in his mind at the same time, until the soft voice of No. 03 reached his ears again.

"The 16 kinds of magic source sequence sets are called by some people the toys of the creator, or the gift of the creator. Every middle-level professional needs to be recognized by this set of 'toys' to become a true upper-level professional, otherwise he will fall into confusion and confusion. Low. The [Order] is different and cannot be promoted, but he is a born leader. Leaders must abandon all emotions and face killing and cruelty directly in order to build their own world. This is the beginning of the Diary of the Decider Zhang, he existed for a period of time as a dragon, and also existed as a confused human for a period of time. Until he was finally recognized by the Creator, he fell into an eternal sleep." No. 03 paused for a few seconds and continued:

"This is a prophecy he gave you, or a guide."

"Guidance?" Wright guessed:

"He should have existed in this world even longer ago."

"That's right." No. 03 nodded.

"He would actually guide me, this special person who will exist thousands of years or even billions of years later. Could it be that he has already guided many humans who are also [Orders]? Or, Is this guidance just a product of generality and common sense, like a trick in a psychological test?" Wright half-joked.

He did not reveal his identity as a "traveler". After all, it was a secret that was enough to plunge him into darkness and collapse.

It's better not to tell these gods. After all, time travel is a secret related to two worlds.

"No." No. 03 interrupted Wright's thoughts and continued:

"The Creator paid special attention to [Order] when he created the world. Without [Order], the entropy of the entire universe would become abnormal and fall into disorder. Therefore, several reincarnations ago, the Chooser conducted divination and passed the Lord of the Night With the help of the apostle, he saw a young man walking in the ice and snow wasteland. However, the time of reincarnation was too long, and the decider had forgotten a lot during the period. But in the few years when he was transformed into a dragon again, he suddenly found This memory has written a diary that predicts everything. It’s like a [prophet] in your human profession.”

"[Prophet]? It's not a good profession. It's easy to be killed by the wolves." Wright teased.

"That's true. But Mr. Echoer, the 'Daughter of Mechanical Element', my body has been waiting for your arrival. For this reason, He entrusted me to tell you another important content in the Decision Maker's diary, as What do you think of the closing words of our brief conversation?" No. 03 showed a girlish, clean and sweet smile on her face.

Like a bouquet of cherry blossoms in spring, it looks fragrant and refreshing.

"Please speak." The gentlemen from the Wright Scholar Empire smiled and bowed in greeting.

But paired with the silver-white uniform of the escort, it looks a bit funny and cute.

"The song of confusion of existence is silently stretched out, and those who are worthy of listening will receive the oracle. Flames, dark blood and tomorrow, the coat of arms symbolizing the ancient fighting family will open the sleeping stone door. Carrying two-thirds, fall into The deep pool of endless 'Vita Water' will touch the mysterious and extraordinary."

"It's like poetry, with the style of the old Crusted." A few verses praising that great empire at the end of "The Afterglow of Crusted" suddenly appeared in Wright's mind.

A style, a genre, maybe... an author?

Just when Wright was confused, the sound of mechanical gears suddenly came from No. 03's body.

Wright looked forward with some disappointment. The body of No. 03 and the world around him began to fall apart at the same time.

The brilliance of daylight and the green surroundings suddenly disappeared.

The confused sound of music, as well as the intertwined light of dark, deep red and deep purple, suddenly filled his entire field of vision.

After the fair skin fell off, it quickly evolved into a huge bronze pocket watch, just like the so-called "mechanical control body" of the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" in the last dream.

However, this time time moved forward for a few minutes.

The hour hand and the second hand point to the end of 12 o'clock almost simultaneously, but the minute hand always presents an angle of 6 degrees with the hour hand, stagnating at the 11:59 position.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious piano music, like the arrival of a god, passed through Wright's ears.

All the light in front of him quickly explored inward and suddenly became a dark existence.

…

Tired, sad!

After the noisy and low whispers and the dream filled with messy light ended, Wright suddenly opened his eyes that seemed to be stuck with glue.

"Where is this?" He stared at the surrounding environment in confusion.

A kerosene lamp emitting dim light was placed on a broken wooden table in the middle of the dim room.

The room was not very large. Looking through the faint light of the kerosene lamp, there were only simple wooden furniture and a rag on the floor. There was no steam machinery at all.

The surrounding environment is like an ordinary imperial rural bungalow, with dilapidated walls and beams showing an old and rough wooden structure.

A pile of firewood had been piled up on the cement floor directly in front of him and was burning weakly.

There was an earthen pot hanging directly above the flame. Under the "gurgling" sound of hot water boiling, Wright saw the hot steam coming out of it, and an appetizing aroma of meat.

"Is there food? Where is this?" Wright forced himself to hold back the burning sensation in his throat and asked in a hoarse voice.

"You're awake, Brother Guard." A boyish voice suddenly came out from the dim light.

Looking up, Wright could only see the silhouette of a young figure, which was unclear in the dim surroundings.

"This is a village settlement." The young man didn't seem to notice Wright's surprise. He stepped forward in two steps, took something like a spoon, stirred it in the earthen pot, and said:

"In our 'Heartless Village' area. The big brother named Brett paid me 1 Singapore dollars for accommodation and occupied several houses. When he brought you here, he specifically told you that you fell asleep because of hunger and exhaustion. Most of the day. He asked me to make some food for you to wake up, so as to help you replenish your strength. He said that you have encountered extremely difficult monsters, but, Brother Guardsman, I seem to smell a strong scent of the Lost One from you. Breath. But it seems that your heart has not completely turned into a machine. According to you humans, it should still be regarded as a superpower."

"The aura of the Lost? 'You humans'? Who are you?" Wright felt a sense of inexplicable fear, his thinking suddenly became clear, and he asked.

"Don't worry. It's not strange that there are lost people and semi-lost people outside the city. Besides, I didn't attack you. Look, the food in this earthen pot is so fragrant, isn't it? This is the muscle of the unintentional person The tissue is delicious." The boy said in a strange voice.

Immediately afterwards, he stopped what he was doing, turned around, looked directly at Wright with his eyes that exuded a subtle light green light in the darkness, and added faintly:

"My name is not a complete lost person, but a semi-lost person. Brother, your name is Wright, right? How about we eat some protein-rich meat first?"