"The Fierce Moon Arena...is here?" Wright asked in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes hard, and as the extreme dryness came, his eyes could not help but burst into tears due to physiological reasons.

When tears flowed down his eyes, his lips and chin, until they dripped to the ground and disappeared, the blurred feeling lingering in his vision disappeared, and everything in front of him suddenly became extremely clear.

The sun hanging high in the air was like a huge orange roulette burning, covering half of the sky and scattering golden afterglow to all parts of the space.

The sky outside Orange Sun is scarlet and chaotic. Wright feels that the tone of this space is similar to the scene he encountered when he dreams many times. Sure enough, the closer it is to the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan", all unreasonable things will gradually become reasonable; all unusual things will become ordinary; all fantasies and weirdness will become reality.

Looking at the sun that did not burn the eyes, the golden glow, and the crimson sky, Wright recalled the dusk moment he saw in Socra and Dunusque.

There is also the old saying that has been passed down from the ancient times: "At dusk, there are neither day nor night, people who cannot be seen can be seen, and things that cannot be encountered. When the light disappears and the scarlet color fades, the real long night will become an eternal style. The dark and ugly monster will eventually open its eyes, reveal its fangs, and devour people who do not belong to the night."

Thinking of this, Letterton felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He couldn't help but chill in the warm temperature. He turned his head and smiled, but he asked with a strange frown:

"How should we...get out from here? I remember when I was in Dunusk, I came into contact with a piece of information that the deep pool where the 'Vita Water' exists was the path to the divine realm, and there, it is said...it is said to be the location of the 'underground Lapuda'."

"Brother Wright." Feng looked straight ahead and asked in a serious language intently:

"What if I say I don't know?"

"That's normal," Wright responded, a hint of loss flashing in his pure black eyes.

"Oh, to be honest, several old friends of the Vampire have told me in detail about the various changes that have happened this year. In addition to the mysterious 'Diary of the Chosener', they are lost in the swamp and silent highland." Feng mechanically turned his head, facing Wright, and continued:

"If I'm not mistaken, the captain of the 'Lost-03' team is you, brother, but that's the you used to be, not the you now."

"What? How did you... know this??" Wright was shocked and blurted out.

He looked at the wind in front of him with a blank look on his face and felt the ultimate fear.

Hiding under that tender and cute skin is a mysterious and mysterious soul that cannot be seen by the enemy or friend. How many secrets are known in the light green eyes that look at him?

"The ceremony of losing the swamp is not a secret, but it actually opens the starting point for several forces to compete for the silent high ground." Feng explained:

"So, your information is not a secret among our three major churches. I don't know, nor do I want to know whether you are the so-called apostle of God now. I only care about our cooperation, our common ideals and purposes."

That's good... If Feng knew that I was a time traveler, I'm afraid my situation would be very passive.

Wright patted his chest and thought.

He probably didn't know that I came from Earth, the planet with no magic but only a technology industry. I was not an elite in the previous world, nor a leader in a certain field. Naturally, I did not have a mind that surpassed ordinary people, had a psychological quality like an undercover agent, nor had any firm beliefs, or some kind of power and mission hidden in my body.

In that world, I am just an ordinary person, a frustrated online writer, a college graduate who failed to take the postgraduate entrance examination, that is, I have no money and no power at home. I am just a member of the mediocre people who are not talented.

But after traveling to this wasteland world, I not only became a member of the guard team valued by the empire, but also had a powerful red magic source power, as well as a series of derivative forces such as "Dark Mystery Touch", "Red Face Hayn", "Red Kimber Tail Shield" and so on.

However, in fact, I am not strong enough, and I still haven't reached the moment when I can reach the power of the [Order] profession. Level 6 is a weak existence among the lost people of the empire, let alone facing a positive cardinal like Feng.

Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure!

It is a very dangerous thing to be a little bit of my own power, but I am not strong enough to have extraordinary power and worthy of touching the gods. If I lose the little mystery associated with the gods and know that I am just an ordinary time traveler, the consequences will be disastrous!

Fortunately, Feng doesn't seem to care about my true identity, but if Feng asks me later, I have to maintain a principle: if you don't tell all the lies, you choose to tell the truth.

In other words, it is to provide a bunch of messy real information, but not reveal any core information until you can fully trust the wind.

This must be done to him, to the lost people of other churches, or to the people of the Socratic Council that may be seen soon.

Thinking of this, Wright breathed a sigh of relief, patted the pounding and steel-like heart part with a scorching temperature, and said:

"So, we have to go back to the previous question, how can we get out of here?"

"Wait, this is the only thing that can be done now. The environment here now looks like dusk. It is very short and can only last for a quarter of an hour. After this time, perhaps the so-called "Fei Yue" will appear. At that time, the real enemy... or friend will appear." Feng replied, turning his head back in front, and raised his head slightly, as if he was about to tear open the corners of his eyes, and he continued to look up at the roulette-style sun, saying:

"'Wheel of Fate', the sun is too much like the wheel of Fate in the Tarot card. I seem to see the hour hand carved on it. It symbolizes the formation of all things, symbolizing the law, beauty, evil, desire and thinking. The formation of all things is not determined by the will of mankind, and the development of things is not transferred by the will. Our destiny is the irresistible 'how of heaven', and it is the embodiment of causal reincarnation in Eastern religions."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Feng, I don't want to pay attention to philosophical topics now, at least... it's not too late to talk about it after the war is over. I just want to know what we will encounter next? Will there be a battle? Of course, if we fight, I'm not afraid." Wright clenched his fists with his hands, showing his courage as an empire [warrior].

"Let's wait." Feng Dandan said:

"I could feel the abnormal fluctuations of the magic power, but it was very complicated, just like countless deep-sea monsters covered with cuckolds and evil eyes wandering around me, staring at me, but I couldn't know their location. In fact, I did not smell the breath of humans and other lost people. Of course, there was no unconscious 'unintentional people' here. We should be the first people to arrive here."

"We are lucky so?" Wright said excitedly.

"It will also become very unfortunate." Feng said, as if he poured cold water on Wright. "His Majesty the Pope, that is, our leader, told me the day before yesterday that the previous "Life Sacrifice" group was an expedition team composed of elite lost people in rank 5 who tried to enter the yellow sand and find the divine realm many times."

"At the beginning, they were full of confidence and vowed to find the gods, so that all the lost people could break through the limit of the order 5 and move towards the higher-level lost people. But unfortunately, half of the group members heard the sobs of women near the caves of "Eternal Night-01", "Eternal Night-05" and "Cry-08", and the melodious singing of Cruise De's wind became dull and chaotic. In less than a week, they cut their chests with their knives, took out their scorching hearts, and committed suicide by saying "curses" and "confusion".

"Where is the other half?" Wright said curiously.

"They used their magic power to make a gap in the yellow sand, but unfortunately, just as they were about to step inside, the red wind swept them into the sky. A few days later, their bodies were found in a pond near a poplar forest in the desert. So, Brother Light..." Feng said worriedly:

"Death is our destined destiny, and survival is a lucky gift from God. But because of war and conspiracy, we have to move forward. There are sharp blades in front and endless fire behind. We can only find ways to survive."

"This war, named the empire 'Silent Advent', is doomed to fail for us. If we survive by chance, I think about it, Brother Wright, let's go to the north. The Cruzed Federation and the Shine Empire are similar in culture. I heard that even the Lost will be respected there. Besides, I still have many secrets to go to the former sites of the Cruzed Empire and the Ewentreal Empire to explore."

"Including strange beasts, their 'park', 'moon land', etc. When this war is over, no matter the outcome, let's go together." Feng said, with tears in his eyes, looking at Wright.

"The word "on the road..." is a bit unlucky. However, the North's Cruised Federation is going to pass, and I also have secrets that need to be explored, Ivan Twenty-second, that great emperor, and the "Red-faced Hayne", including the mystery of "Lord of Eternal Red"." Wright murmured in a low voice.

But after looking at Feng, he still smiled and nodded solemnly.

After taking a deep breath of the bloody and extremely fresh air in the "Fei Moon Arena", Wright looked around and observed the environment here.

The rich golden and orange red around seemed to weaken a lot and began to become dim.

From bottom to top, circles of ring stands made of broken stone wrapped them up.

The stands have ten floors, and the seats in the stadium that were popular in the Western Land in the traditional sense of the B.C. in the late BC, the Steam Era were not seen, but were arched door openings.

Wright speculated that if it was the First Age, they would fight each other or fight wild animals in the center of the arena, while noble spectators would stand next to the doorway, leaning against the handrail of the wall to watch this exciting moment.

The stands form an oval open-air area, and the tall, dim yellow walls are built around the outer side of the stands, as if to prevent accidents.

But it was too dilapidated, and Wright felt like a ruin that could not be put into use.

The slope structure above the arch is also bumpy, with irregular holes everywhere, without any sense of majesty.

But what surprised him was that 12 towering stone pillars were erected at the edge of the "fighting" area in the center of the arena for participants to fight, and the brilliance of the sunset shone with a unique feeling of majesty.

The towering stone pillars are stained with old and black blood, but there is no sense of dilapidation. They are almost a hundred meters high, like towering ancient trees.

They stood like holy knights guarding the holy, preventing the sins in the gladiator area from spreading to the stands. Their thick bodies, combined with blood, were like wearing heavy and solid armor, guarding and guarding this powerful and passionate land.

After looking closely, Wright also observed that each stone pillar was made of pictograms that he was not familiar with, and patterns formed by strange and complex patterns.

After staring at it for a few seconds, the patterns turned red and emitted a strange light.

Wright felt that even the gods were suppressed by magnificent, solid, and majestic stone pillars, and could only escape from this with pure power.

After observing the sacred, majestic and magnificent environment around him for a while, Wright suddenly heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water.

He subconsciously looked towards the ground, and the part originally paved with stone bricks suddenly became transparent, as if standing on the lake surface that contrasted with the chaotic tones.

Immediately afterwards, a head was actually stretched out from the center of the "fighting" area surrounded by stone pillars. Its eyes were red and the other was emitting green light, and its hair was thick and dark, and it was wriggling like maggots.
Chapter completed!