Wasteland Echoer

Novayask, "Destiny Interpretation Institute", underground floor, "Magic Communication Room".

As soon as Wright sat on the cushion embroidered with irises, sunflowers and peonies, Anna poured a whole bottle of "Magic Flame Liquid" on the magic circle carved around it with a knife.

boom!

A rapid and sudden eruption of flames covered the surrounding dark space, which was as terrifying as a dense forest, with a layer of strange flames that kept distorting and swaying, but whose substance could not be seen.

Immediately afterwards, the world around Wright suddenly became brighter. The originally monotonous black and red tones were instantly covered by the red sky, green ground and endless brown mountains.

These scenes of nature lack any of the reality that belongs to human cognition. Instead, they look like the superposition of blocks of colors that an abstract artist has tried his best to piece together using mosaic grids.

The branches of the trees swayed stiffly, and the birds overhead circled around like a stop-motion animation. The altars made of rubble that suddenly appeared around them were full of a color unique to the ancient Khitanris culture.

Sitting in this strange world, Wright felt like a captured devil, being tried among countless lurking demon hunters.

"This was once a real world. In the documents of Khitanris, it was called Xiran Realm, which is now the Dawn Land." Anna's voice seemed to come from the depths of space, ethereal and distant:

"One of the characteristics of red magic power is inheritance. Since the 'Supreme Ancestor' Yan Jun of the Khitanris captured it, it has become exclusive to the [Orderers]. Unfortunately, the theory of upper-level professions in the first and second eras was not perfect. Therefore, this power was gradually forgotten until our tyrant came."

"Wright Sugra." Anna's voice returned to normal. She appeared in the illusion in front of Wright in spirit form, floated in front of Wright, and continued to narrate:

"This is the world that belongs to Yan Jun."

"Lord Yan's? So, I will be exposed to the power of the founding monarch of the Yanhuo Empire?" Wright's eyes seemed to be shining, his heart began to pound, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and an excitement that was difficult to suppress appeared on his face.

"That's right." Anna in spirit form nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"Thanks to your continuous output of magic power in the past few days, plus the weak Khitanris blood in your body. In fact, the human soul and body are different entities. When transferring to a new body, there will always be a subtle impact. You are familiar with the Khitanris language and understand the culture of the Yanhuo Empire. Then, the energy deep in your soul will bring you a bloodline that belongs exclusively to the East."

"What a novel idea." Wright muttered to himself. He smiled slightly, indicating that he neither agreed nor disagreed.

"The continuous release of magical power not only revitalizes your 'Dark Touch', but also creates a layer of warm flames covering your body surface, strengthening and tempering your body." Anna continued:

"This mild release is like breathing. Not only will it not cause you to have a mental breakdown, but it will also make the red magic source power lighter, stronger, and more flexible. In this way, it will no longer concentrate near your brain and affect your thinking and cognition. Instead, it will flow through your body with the blood, increasing your body's acceptance, accelerating the convergence and condensation of the magic source power, and achieving the 'second breath of magic source power' that I mentioned to you."

"So, here, do I have to continue to... uh, release the red magic power at a low level?" Wright covered his chest and said with difficulty:

"You know, Anna, no matter how low the concentration of red magic power is, it will affect my body. Once it is overdrawn, the impact will be irreversible. Moreover, from my observation, the impact of this power on me is not reflected in my mind or body, but comes from fate."

"You mean, it will change your future?" Anna looked down at Wright in surprise. At this moment, as a soul, she gave up her suspended state and walked slowly to Wright with her feet touching the ground.

"The power of the red magic source comes from the great creator who is sleeping in the nightmare, and the burning liquid that the Lost and Half-Lost rely on for survival may come from R'lyeh. However, I can feel that the red magic source power that has been passed down to this day contains too much 'ancient' power belonging to the deep sea. It seems that every former owner tends to use the power of the 'Touch of Darkness'." Wright whispered.

His dark eyes were always fixed on the red space around him where ripples of magical power continued to appear. He was afraid that his excessive language or emotional fluctuations would affect this hard-earned "learning" environment.

"Because it's powerful." Anna, who entered this place in spirit form, was obviously not as cautious as Wright. Instead, she said in a loud enough voice:

"Humans always admire powerful forces. Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, we will do everything we can to grab, rob and dig until our bodies are broken, our flesh and blood fly, our spirits disappear and the world is destroyed. Powerful forces are bound to be out of control.

"However, after being used and passed down by many generations of [Orderers], the violent side of the 'Dark Touch' has actually disappeared in the long river of history created by time. Except for the first few users who were 'ancient gods' or 'ancient creatures', all subsequent users were humans without exception."

"Humans? Will they give any special value to the red magic power?" Wright asked, looking at Anna in confusion.

"Of course." Anna answered decisively, her face slightly drooping, like a lich queen who controls the power of the devil. "'Order', 'safety' and 'rationality', these are the great meanings that humans have given to the 'Dark Touch'. The 'Alienation Grimoire' says: tentacles are not strictly speaking a symbol of 'ancient', just like wings are not exclusive to dragons; humans can use dragon wings to look at the sky, and they can also use tentacles to appreciate the deep sea.

"So, fate and the future are nonsense to me. The dragons once said that humans are a cursed race that will be scorched and destroyed under the glory of dragons. But in fact, humans ruled the continent and almost ruled the planet.

“Destiny is nothing more than the result of countless different choices intertwined together, with just a little uncertainty. The future is a crystal ball built with ever-changing information. If you believe in it, it is reality. If you don’t believe in it, it is speculation.”

"So, you're saying that I should discard all these nonsense about fate in my head, focus on the present, and try my best to appreciate the original power of the red magic source. Only by thoroughly interpreting them and using them for my own benefit can I truly fight back as a strong man... No, choose fate?" Wright clenched his fists and stared at Anna. His eyes were bright and glowing, revealing his determination.

"Of course not. What I mean is that you have to try to absorb the power of Lord Yan as soon as possible, otherwise my crystal ball will explode!" Anna urged with a distorted face, almost hysterically.

"Oh, okay." Wright scratched his head awkwardly, crossed his legs and sat on the ground.

Soon, the surrounding red color seemed to leak paint, pouring from the sky to wherever the sight was. The mountains, lakes and trees were all covered in a layer of bloody withering, as if a plague mixed with magic was sweeping through a prosperous and fertile land.

Circles of golden ripples appeared in the sky, spreading outwards, constantly repeating the movements of being generated and disappearing. A series of battlefield roars belonging to humans and dragons came from far away, mixed with the sounds of gunpowder explosions, and embedded themselves deep into Wright's mind, clinging to him like a maggot and unable to be shaken off.

Immediately afterwards, the rubble around him began to surge, and along with the sky that quickly turned black and dark, waves of smoke rose up that were enough to communicate with the gods, and golden Khitanris characters were continuously generated, as well as yellow talisman paper that highlighted its existence.

Gravel, talisman paper and circles of dark aura gathered together like a deep-sea whirlpool, wrapping up Wright like ancient trees, as if forcing him to blend into this strange red sky with a strong Khitanris cultural atmosphere.

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All of a sudden, all the smoke disappeared, and the gravel fell to the ground, turning into crisp powder. Only a layer of charred grass remained on the ground, emitting a faint heat while absorbing a large amount of sparks falling from the sky.

"Red Sky Cover."

"The roar of ancient dragons."

"It has turned into a desert of ghosts."

"Wright, this is the great power that belongs exclusively to Khitanris Yanjun, 'Red Dragon Roar'." Anna's extremely real voice reached Light's ears. He looked up suddenly and found that he had returned to Anna's "Fate Interpretation Center" and returned to reality.

"Very good, very good. The power of the Flame Lord is related to dragons. The royal family of the Flame Empire has at least half dragon blood, and their subjects admire the dragon culture." Anna explained while clapping and congratulating Wright:

"If you are lucky enough to reach Qidanlis successfully, this power related to the Lord of Fire and the dragon can win you a lot of favor from them."

"So, Anna, what can 'Red Dragon Roar' bring to my battle?" Wright raised his head and looked at Anna with red eyes.

"It can strengthen your courage, strength and spirit, and most importantly..." Anna raised the corners of her mouth and smiled intriguingly:

"It can temporarily grant you the status of 'king', making those low-level monsters and 'heartless people' feel fear. Of course, this also includes the dragon released from the Sener prison."