"Your belief... is really strange. I remember Brett's belief in the Lord of the Dark Night, I believe in the goddess of light. In my impression, the old dominators did not belong to the sequence of gods, but were independent of the system outside of this sequence recorded in "Socraton"." said Wright, looking at Molos, whose sweat beads were constantly oozing out of his forehead.

"Yes, it is independent of all the gods. The existing magic system was summarized and established by humans in the Second Era after they completely defeated the dragon clan. The Emperor of the Pusius Empire, Leto I, once published a book called "The Preface of Gods". It tells the information of the first hundred preface gods, including the appearance of the gods that the magicians saw in their dreams." Molos explained.

"What I want to ask is, is this different from the system of gods where the old dominators are?" Wright said curiously.

"Most magical gods exist in the divine realm. As long as they reach a certain level, they usually obtain the seven sequence cores and can easily contact them after reaching a demigod. I heard that the goddess of light is a cute girl, and the Lord of the Dark Night is a little boy with a sweet voice. But the old gods are a darker existence, generally in the deep sea, underground and dark fields. Moreover, the extraordinary people who record them are mostly crazy. As long as they really come into contact with such gods, they will definitely fall into madness, so only by believing in them can they maintain their mental stability as much as possible." Molos continued to explain.

When talking about "old gods", his lips always tremble unconsciously.

He looked up at the sky where the "red sun" had just passed. Although everything blue replaced all scarlet red, a few "birds" that were not known to be infected with viruses were swept among the floating white clouds, which seemed to be able to outline some comfort and comfort of human emotions.

Moreover, the horrifying scene just now did not seem to have been seen by many people. No, it should be that not many people would be touched.

After all, most of the people born in the wasteland world, especially those in the Sunnese Empire who are currently fighting against the lost and the unintentional people for years and trying to reconstruct the order of the Steam Era, have experienced the influence of blood and fire. The fantasy and strange events they have experienced in their hearts are only more bizarre than the "Red Sun", and not the most bizarre one.

After taking a few deep breaths and sootheing the remaining panic, messy, messy, weirdness, fear and horror that left the spirits, Molos heard the shouts of soldiers from the soldiers from all over the country in the morning, and the noisy scoldings. It seemed that they were angry because of the fatigue and lack of rest last night.

After being silent for a few minutes, as much as possible to relieve the fatigue caused by the antenna just now, Wright subconsciously stroked the short black hair on the back of his head, trying to soothe the nervous atmosphere:

"Brett, Molos, we should have driven to the ruins at noon. I have heard you say there are 'Site Hunters' there before. Can you tell me? I'm curious about what kind of existence they are."

"Oh, 'Site Hunter'?" Brett reacted from his trance, grabbed the string of silver hair on his forehead, and said in a thick voice that belongs to him:

"It's just a group of greedy clowns. The Empire is in a state of stocking for semi-official explorers associations in various places. As long as they don't kill each other and maintain a certain order, they don't interfere. Moreover, as long as the groups participating in the imperial combat missions not only distribute materials and weapons, but also have a lot of subsidies. But those "site hunters" do things that are completely inconsistent with the moral education received by our soldiers." Molos said with contempt.

"Well, you guys chat first. I'm ready to use the telegraph machine, I'll try to debug it first. It should be eight o'clock now, and it's one o'clock before the scheduled afternoon. Brett's driving and we're going to the ruins. Contacting the Socra Commission's channel is the only thing I have to do."

Molos briefly interrupted the chat between Wright and Brett, and yawned and pointed to the "Military F-01" telegraph next to him, which was reflected by silver and dark green intertwined with light, waved his hand and walked quickly.

"Okay." Wright nodded, then he turned his head and asked Bret:

"We just talked about moral education, right, Brett."

"Yes. Although it seems to many people that it is stupid to teach morality to people in the army, especially those who undertake war and killing tasks. Just as the Empire had always wanted to popularize lower education in every stronghold city some time ago, it was also a foolish measure to be commented on. But education, knowledge education, general education, combat education and moral education were the basis for the empire to restore order." Brett moved two stools from the side, handed them to Wright, and said:

"Sit down and say."

"Yes, OK." Wright took the stool that connected the two ends with cheap hemp rope and spliced ​​into a bench, and sat near Brett, just where he could see his side face.

"The humans in this world have been in pain for more than five hundred years. Everyone has witnessed killings, cruelty, evil, conspiracy and painful events from birth to death, as well as many strange alien unintentional people, fearful viruses, and many various order monsters that make you fall into a mental breakdown. So what people really desire is hope, peace, future, and light." Bret sighed at the camp sky that was clean and bright, gentle, and the light was briefly shrouded by the light.

"I don't know what the course you received when you entered the army, but I joined the army locally in Kusha. My teacher, Ms. Kame, told me that the mission of the people in the army and the moral bottom line that needs to be followed is the protection and salvation of the 'humans', and the annihilation and killing of the 'unintentioned person' and the 'lost'." Brett said.

Wright wanted to add something, but the messy memory fragments in his brain were never completely pieced together to form a whole of a certain memory. After a few seconds of thinking, he just nodded slightly to express his approval.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But those 'record hunters' are like some wolves, no, they are not even as good as wolves. They will do anything that has interests, like a mountain king or a robber. The Lost Clan has been robbed by them, the Dungusk Legion has been robbed by them, and even ordinary people from some villages that are struggling to survive in the suburbs are robbed and killed by them. They even have some unspeakable hobbies for women and boys. But compared to some big figures, they are more direct. At least in this regard, they will still pay, which is also a moral bottom line they abide by." Bret shook his head helplessly and said.

"Are there any lost people among them? Is it possible that we will encounter them?" Wright asked two extremely realistic questions.

"The large group of 'residing hunters' in the Dunusk ruins was separated from the 'Lone Wolf Club', the group led by the [Guardian] Pusev, who was called the 'Odyssey Wolf'. Anyway, Pusev has defected to the empire, and his second-in-command, I forgot what the man is called, it should be..." Brett held his chin and thought:

"By the way, the man named "Lone Wolf". He is said to be a loser, and some people say he should be considered a psychic. In short, if we encounter the group of 'residing hunters' he led, we have to be careful. Half of them are psychics and losers with middle-level professions. In addition to common rifles, mortars, howitzers and armored vehicles, their equipment may also include rockets and missiles. However, they do not have the mature launch technology of the empire. Most of the technologies left over from the old Cruzd Empire are not suitable for us, and may need to be developed before they can be used."

"It sounds cool, but what interested me more is the technology of the Cruisd Empire. If there was no unintentional virus outbreak, would they have long been able to transcend the steam civilization and directly enter a higher level of... electrical civilization, or even information civilization?" What I read in the history textbook in the previous world appeared in Wright's mind.

The first industrial revolution, the second industrial revolution, and the third scientific and technological revolution and the subsequent post-industrial era.

The first two times were brilliant, with the basic development of civilization and technology. The third layer was explosive. The spark of technology completely formed a prairie fire, sweeping the entire planet, and bringing human civilization to its peak. But the subsequent era was a quiet era, an era of gradually becoming dim and depressed. People in that world had not yet truly entered the star civilization and touched the star era.

"You have spent Cruised's historical works? Which one, "The Afterglow of Cruised", and the two books "The Future of the Stars of the Empire" written by Goulgi? I remember one is purely about history and the other is science fiction novel." Brett asked.

"I did read the first book, and I read it in the few days of Migov's recovery. I had nothing to do anyway, and the content related to the quiet highlands needs to be understood about some history of the old Cruzd Empire. I have no impression of the second book, and maybe I have read some words before." Wright explained, his tone was calm and calm.

"It's right to read more books. But Wright, I feel like you are changing." Brett said with a worried look on his face and frowned slightly.

"I also feel like I'm constantly changing, but it's not good or harmful." Wright admitted openly.

After all, my body is becoming stronger, and even my ability to use the red magic power is increasing. I have also experienced several battles with the lost people of the Hope Church. It has not changed but is difficult.

"I don't know if you have noticed that since you left Socra, your spirit has not been affected once in so many battles and events. Of course, I can treat it as a sequela of the ritual of Lost Swamp. But your spiritual power is a bit weird, just like the 'red sun' just now. I feel that your heart is as calm as water, without a trace of throbbing. The strength of this spiritual power is naturally beneficial to you to fight with the lost, and even explore the realm of gods according to the orders of the committee, but I still want to remind you, Wright." Bret said solemnly:

"Don't become a product as cold as a machine, then you will forget your human identity."

"I," Wright suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if the back half of his body suddenly fell into Cruised's ice field.

After almost half a minute, he felt the slightly warm wind around him again, and smiled and pretended to be relaxed to quote some of the contents of mystics and science fiction novels he had read, saying:

"Don't worry, Brett. How can a man become a machine? The product of the Lord of Machinery is just a legend, and uploading human consciousness to a machine is just a science fiction novel."

"Come on, Bret, come on, help me record it. The information is transmitted a little quickly." Molos anxiously interrupted the chat between Wright and Bret with his sharp voice.

"Here, wait, right now!" Brett responded with the common delay "three consecutive times", but his actions were not "delayed" at all.

He hurried into the room and took out a "Mechanical Yuan" pencil from the dusty drawer, and a piece of paper printed with the "Sogra Military Materials Manufacturing Factory" used to record telegram information.

Then, he trotted and stopped in front of Molos, looking at Molos, who was wearing headphones and pressing the telegraph button with his right hand to communicate with him, and asked:

"Does the committee have new instructions? Or is it a supplement to the mission?"

"There are instructions and supplements. Now I am responsible for the battlefield patrol of your 'Z' team in Brett. They know I'm with you, but the order is still issued to you directly. Your exclusive telegram signal code is so strange and complicated, and I haven't been exposed to such signals yet." Molos complained.

"After all, it is a common language in Western Lu, and the three languages ​​of the Sunnese Empire and the Old Cruz German are mixed. The guards participating in the 'Arrival of Silence' this time have special tasks and are all taken seriously. This is normal, but..."

When Brett wanted to explain, Molos interrupted him directly, listening to the different lengths of the headphones, either rapid or pause-related signals coming from his headphones, and shouted:

"Record, the signal may only be connected this time."

"Okay." Brett agreed.

"3001,4001,5002,6001,8001,8002,9001,10001,11003,12001..." Molos clearly reported the direct message information composed of numbers.

When the signal in the headphones no longer conveys information, but becomes a long "drip" sound that lasts for more than a minute, he breathes a sigh of relief, takes off the headphones with a noisy and messy sound, and says with a relaxed look:

"I've finally finished it, translate it, Brett. I remember that deciphering the message of the telegram requires a poem, which was given to you as soon as I issued a new "Safety Code" to you."

"It should be Gulgi's poem "Dream of Silent" and I'll translate it and take a look." Brett said, taking the paper recording the numbers back into the house.

A few minutes later, he handed the translated content to Molos with sweat on his head and said with a serious look:

"Look at it, it is estimated that the content will still require us to go to the core of the Silent Highlands, and even specifically mentioned important information about finding the entrance to the God Realm. I estimate that the other 25 guard teams have similar tasks. In short, this is very dangerous, especially at the critical moment when we immediately fight the three major groups of the Lost. The committee probably wants us to avoid the strong 'body' like a rat, or a sharp blade, and the core position that the enemy wants to reach."

Without even having to listen to the long-term analysis of the big Brett man, Molos pieced together the words Brett translated and said in coherent language:

"The Blood Night Ritual must be carried out. We need to explore the gods of the Silent Highlands. The place where Vita Water exists is the key to entering the ruins. After we enter the Silent Highlands, we need to wait for further orders. That's about it."

After saying that, he habitually tore the paper with the telegram translation to pieces and stuffed it into the pocket of the military green top in the military uniform.

After rubbing the metal sheet that indicated its identity on his chest and pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly asked with a look of confusion and solemn intertwined expression:
Chapter completed!