"No..." Wright's nose felt sour, and crystal tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

Even though his body was infused with the power of the red magic source, which was highly related to the apostles of the gods, and his heart was infected by the "virus" and turned into a semi-mechanical style that emits blue light, he still had complete and rich emotions belonging to humans.

Incandescent, the bright sun hangs high among the blue "curtain", the bright light seems to penetrate everything, and all objects are clearly displayed in front of Wright and the others in the light. Even the pure black vines are clearly visible under the blood flowing, potholes and tangled details.

Guangming has become the mainstream and pattern here, and it is also the only tone here.

Seeing Fansuo, who was constantly trembling and struggling with blood flowing, Wright wanted to rush forward, burn the vines and rescue him.

However, as soon as he took a step, he found that the solid bricks and stones suddenly turned into extremely soft soil. In just two steps, he fell into it and was difficult to continue moving forward.

"Wright." Fansuo shouted in a soft and almost exhausted voice.

His heart has completely lost its glory and no longer has blood flowed out.

The light green light shines like a firefly during the day, flashing with an insignificant light, floating leisurely from the heart, floating around Fansuo's body.

"Ah, this is the 'life spirit', which belongs to me. It's so good, it's so beautiful. If it was on a long night, I would definitely grab it and walk towards the embrace of the Lord." Fansuo smiled, his eyes blinked constantly, fantasizing that he had been in the wonderful long night.

Immediately afterwards, his thinking became extremely transparent. Under the influence of the dispersed "Life Aura", he no longer felt pain, his body no longer shook, and even his words became stable from being out of breath.

"I know I'm going to die. The true Lost will release the 'life aura' before dying. This is a unique and wonderful thing given by the Creator to the Lost and the Magician, which can burst out our last splendor at the most critical moment." Fansuo explained to himself.

"Stop talking, Fansuo, I have lost many friends, and I have two missing places. I don't want to face death anymore. Follow me and enter the realm of gods. He will definitely have a way to save you." Wright shouted with tears in his mouth.

However, Fansuo just shook his head, and said in a dim tone:

"No need. This is the 'reason' set by the Creator. After the 'life energy' is emitted, we will definitely die. This thing only gives us the last power to fight. As long as it is not a sudden death or the magic power is exhausted, we will be "blessed" by it before death. The Creator wants to use this to lower the revelation given to the users of the magic power: burn everything and return to nature. In fact, Wright, I don't regret going to this point, or I was surprised to have come here."

"I am not strong, 5th Sequence: There are many lost people in the level of pain. Besides, I am still in the sequence of the cardinal. Do you know what my name means? 'Mystery sound', a riddle-like sound. My life is a 'rick' that can never be solved. I don't know why I was born, why I control extraordinary power, and why I have to devour humans. I don't know where I will go in the future, whether to work towards a demigod, or fall into the seven great sins, enjoy all the joys and finally escape into darkness."

"I have no direction to survive. Although I am not mediocre and have not been bad, I have never been able to find that path. I also want to get guidance from the gods, Wright. I envy you from the first sight of you and smell the power in your body. In fact, I have not killed anyone except in war. I have a moral bottom line that I need to adhere to, but these are not enough.

Sometimes I feel like I have lost my soul's body, and my body is lingering in the world of sin. I am not the 'successor of my mission', nor is I a 'sentencer of my mission'. I have tried to comprehend the 'Elysia' movement and read out the contents of 'destiny', 'confusion', 'extraordinary' and 'grey dreams'. But I can never realize the true meaning of it."

Speaking of this, Fansuo showed a bitter smile. He shook his head slightly, his eyes flashed across Wright, and looked at the blue sky. He immediately moved his sight down and placed it on the "constantly twisted" stone gate.

"I know..." Fansuo's voice became a little hoarse, "I did not understand the meaning of life, nor did I know the value of the existence of the 'lost'. If we use the explanation of the human camp, we can indeed think that the 'lost' is a semi-evolved human being, and the 'unintentioned human beings' are a failed evolution. But this understanding is too superficial. Now we are two hostile races, which proves that the Creator created us for a goal."

"A target?" Wright whispered.

"I don't know what it is? Maybe it's to examine myself, maybe it's to verify something. It requires you, Wright Socrate, this [Order] to explore and reveal the answer."

"However, the pace of death is approaching, and I seem to have realized a little bit like a believer in Eastern religions. The meaning of life may be life itself, and we can continue to create new things when we are alive. And my meaning may be to push you at critical moments and create a new future for you."

"A brand new...the future?" Wright murmured.

"Yes." Fansuo nodded, "Our destiny is like Cruzde's 'extreme cold realm', facing destruction and no hope; our future is as 'confused' as this wasteland continent, but you and I exist as 'extraordinary' as the 'order god'. I am just a link in this 'gray dream' chain."

As he said that, Fan Suo's eyes turned and a chuckled at the corner of his mouth:

"You are the one chosen by fate. 'order' is a rare thing in the order of cards. Wright, you have to trust fate and recognize reality. Death is just a rare thing. If you can become a god or even replace the Creator one day, maybe you can formulate new 'reason' to avoid tragedy. Do you know? Before entering the center of the silent highland, Aaron first did a tarot divination, half for us and half for you. It's amazing, and it came to an interesting result."

"What is it?" Wright asked urgently.

He found that the "life aura" that had just been floating around Fansuo was floating up vertically without restraint, and Fansuo's body was becoming transparent from his feet.

All signs show that there is not much time left in Fansuo!

"It's...'fool'!"

As Fansuo finished speaking, his body accelerated the dissipation.

Among the vague and wonderful piano music, Fansuo's body finally drifted towards the hot sun with the green particles like fireflies. After half a minute, it finally disappeared, as if it had never existed in this desperate, sinful, and dark wasteland world.

"The fool...fansuo...fansuo."

Facing the pure black vines that were empty and still had some dark red and light green liquids, Wright's eyes were dull, and he fell to the ground, murmured.

Several more lives have disappeared before his eyes. In the previous world, people were extremely cherished and above everything else, but they were so cheap that they could be deprived at any time.

Even though Fansuo was the person Ivante, the crown prince of the Sunne Empire, he was the main cardinal of the Dark Night Church, and he surpassed the vast majority of the lost people in the empire.

At this moment, as a hint of crimson flashed in her pure black eyes, Wright felt hot all over and itchy.

Whether it was psychological or physical discomfort, Wright scratched his right chest, abdomen, neck, and even cheeks like crazy.

It was not until countless red "stripes" covered his skin in a row that he gasped and knelt among the low sunflower flowers.

"'Fate'?" Wright murmured:

"What exactly is 'destiny', simple death? Is it desire? Or the seven sins? Or is it 'confused' like a walking corpse, and finally usher in destruction?"

Thinking of this, Wright shook his head and showed a bitter smile:

"Is this what the Creator meant?"

"Or the instructions of the orderly god?"

“Is ‘destiny’ written by gods and irreplaceable ‘reason’?”

"Or the future we have to bear? Bear...yes...bear."

"I can only bear all this now. Relatively speaking, I am still very weak. I have no qualification to trigger the special professional ability of [Order], nor the possibility of contacting the gods. Yes, [Order] is the future king of the pope. I have to go through a long and painful period, appreciate all the emotions in the world, see all kinds of people and creatures, appreciate the customs and customs of different regions, and see the various ‘destinies’ arranged by the gods, so that I can become the existence that leads everything. But why did I choose me? No special skills, no absolute high IQ, no pathological calmness, and no unique technology? Is this... also another form of fate?"

Thinking of this, Wright's eyes suddenly opened. Under the illumination of the hot and bright light, his heart seemed to have "enlightened" a little.

He was not as crazy as the lost people of the Hope Church he had ever seen, as crazy as Melinar, nor as crazy as John's empire researchers.

He carefully avoided the sunflowers all over the ground, and supported his right hand in the soft, unique fragrance of the soil, for fear of breaking these golden things.

Then, he slowly got up with the force, turned around, and unexpectedly walked towards the stone gate on the rapidly becoming hard soil.

While walking, a clear "vita water" quickly surged on the ground of the altar, which had no weight, instantly spread to Wright's knee.

The high-speed flapping of the wings mixed with a "buzzing" sound came from behind Wright.

Looking back, the bodies of the people who had just been pierced by other pure black vines had long disappeared, and they turned into a group of ugly insects hovering at the top of the altar, buzzing like almost never stopping.

A few seconds later, the swarm of insects slowly landed from the sky, deliberately avoiding Wright's body, and attached to the sunflowers blocking the roads that were few steps away from the huge stone gates.

Then, the bodies of the insects exploded and thick acid flowed out. In less than half a minute, it completely corroded the sunflowers in front of him, opening up a complete path for Wright.

"Are you... sent by the gods to greet me?" Wright whispered.

Immediately, he laughed with relief, but shook his head and said to himself:

"It seems that I should also welcome the 'destiny' that truly belongs to me. My body and the secret of the red magic power may not be that important anymore. If I really see Him, besides asking Him to protect himself and avoid the 'Blood Night Ritual' of the Socra Committee and the 'Dream of Lalayer', I hope He can give me even a little guidance to end the wasteland world."

As he said that, he stepped across the ground stained with black ashes and quickly walked under the huge stone gate, chanting a spell for the formation of spirits, surging the few remaining magic powers in his body.

"I pray to the goddess of light!"

"I pray to the Lord of Dark Night!"

“I order with ‘order’!”

"The stone gate leading to the brilliant, extraordinary, majestic, magnificent, strange, and profound realm of the divine realm."

"Open!"

As the spell ended, a lotus-like flame surged in Wright's hand. They quickly turned into ribbon-like shapes as if guided, and rushed into the mechanical gear at the center of the stone gate.

In an instant, pure red brilliance shone between the gears, and countless square red lines covered the plain stone door surface.

Accompanied by the heavy sound of mechanical gears, coupled with the "clang" and "creaking" sound of the Jumen opening, the Jumen slowly exposed a gap that revealed the holy and brilliance, and could only accommodate one person through.

"The last step." Wright's heart thumped. He forced himself to suppress the ecstasy of his longing for the gods, suppressed the indescribable joy, and stepped into the stone gate.

He did not notice that, less than three seconds after his body disappeared into the glory, a weak boy wearing a Chekavsk Legion uniform and a "chimney" badge on his chest walked out from behind the stone gate.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He coughed lightly, looked around with his red eyes vigilantly, and after confirming that no one existed, he held the door with both hands, with a complicated expression and gasping, flowing through the waist-deep "Vita Water", and stumbled and quickly walked into it.

Squeak--touch!

Accompanied by the huge sound of closing the door, the red light on the stone door faded away, and the body slowly descended and fled into the ground.

A few seconds later, the altar that experienced battle, killing and death seemed to be heading towards the end of life. Under the light, it fell apart in an instant and fell into the abyss.

...

“Up to down, left to right, time, space.”

A mechanical, ethereal female voice echoed in Wright's ears again.

He felt as if he had a long and terrible dream.

Trying to open his heavy eyelids, he found that there was still a shockingly dark situation in front of him, which was no different from closing his eyes.

For a moment, he could not tell whether he was in reality or in a terrible nightmare that would never wake up.

Fortunately, the body's senses were not deprived. He supported the extremely cold ground with his hands and tried to stand up.

But the sudden dizziness and exhaustion of his physical exhaustion made his legs weak and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Now he feels that two opposing states are attached to his spiritual realm, one is fatigue and the other is spiritual.

But gradually, the body's instinctive fear of the darkness and unknown occupied all his thinking.

Human beings are species that yearn for light. Whether it is the first era of the dragon rule or the era of filthy wasteland, without light, human beings will feel obscured, lose their goals, and become crazy.

Fortunately, within a few seconds, the long-lost, very familiar imperial military boots suddenly came to his ears with the rapid and uniform footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, several oval slightly dim light appeared around him, one of which happened to cover his body completely.

"Da da da da da da da da da da da."

The footsteps became clearer and clearer, the light area narrowed in a limited way, and his surroundings became clearer and brighter.

Subconsciously looking down, Wright found himself sitting on a staircase made of bluestone bricks.

As the footsteps reached the clearest and heaviest state, the elliptical light became clearest. He finally heard the thick voice of the middle-aged man coming from the front, which was extremely familiar but unexpectedly strange:

"Wright, thank you for your hard work. You have completed the tasks we assigned you well along the way, and opened the last stone gate for the Socratic Committee and our guards. Of course, I have to congratulate you, just one step away from the 'park'."
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