Wasteland Echoer

Chapter 88 “Messy” Dream (please subscribe for support)

Wright suddenly felt that he had fallen into a familiar dream again.

At first, there was an endless thick fog that enveloped him, revealing an endless gray atmosphere.

It wasn't until Wright slightly opened his right hand, which was wearing a half-fingered black glove and had some calluses on the fingertips, that he unconsciously fiddled with it left and right, that the fog that made people feel a mixture of intoxication and fear gradually dissipated.

He felt that his legs were being manipulated like puppets, unconsciously moving slowly towards the world outside the mist.

The sky was still the orange-red and dim gold intertwined in countless dreams. Wright subconsciously covered his forehead with his hands and looked up.

The sun hangs like a glowing tomato in the sky covered with ketchup "curtain", accompanied by a "yellow moon" like a ripe banana with almost rotten skin. The sun and moon shine left and right. Black stars flickered in the space, like dots of sesame seeds.

"Hungry? Why do I feel hungry? Am I on the verge of mutating into a heartless person? Or is this still those dreams?" Wright looked around in a daze.

His left hand subconsciously covered his abdomen, which was screaming "gurgling" and feeling empty as if nothing was squirming.

boom!
  A huge vibration came from the light black ground that was like a chocolate grid. Along with the vibration, Wright actually felt that his feet were stepping into nothingness.

He cast a bewildered gaze towards the ground, and he suddenly realized that he was suspended in mid-air in a world of darkness and dusk.

"This is a dream, it is definitely a dream. I should still be in the city of Chekavsk. Who is that? The Lost One? Or is it a human with supernatural powers who launched a spiritual attack on me? [Seducer]? Or an upper-class profession? [Deceiver], or... an apostle of God?" Wright guessed.

Suddenly, the "chocolate ground" and "ketchup curtain" in front of him began to melt as if being steamed, turning into strips of food that emitted a crispy smell.

It wasn't until another thick fog hit that Wright felt the long-lost solid feeling of being in contact with the ground.

"This person who launched a spiritual attack on me... is still a god. What message does he want to convey to me?" Wright thought.

The thick fog dissipated again, and Wright found himself in a rather familiar situation.

The endless yellow sand filled his field of vision, and everything was dim and yellow like scallion pancakes. The withered trees at the end of the field of vision were like sausages added to the pancakes, making people salivate.

The crimson color complemented the earthy yellow and turned into a strange pink. The pure white fog on the right divided the world into two distinct parts.

Looking towards the intersection of thick fog and pink, Wright saw a few faint sparks and a black figure moving from far to near.

"Who?" Wright felt uncomfortable and frightened, and suddenly felt that the sky and the ground were rotating uncontrollably, until the feeling of falling reached its extreme.

Wright suddenly woke up from the fog and crimson dream.

He stood up slowly holding on to the bed.

"Dream? God's guidance?" Wright shook his heavy head vigorously and looked around.

"This is not my home? It's not Chekavsk, it's not the three-story building in Sokra, where is it?"

Wright looked around. There was a neat style in the dark room. Everything was brand new, including the transparent glass, the exquisitely carved table lamp on the long glass table, and a clean mahogany wardrobe.

Through the glass, you can actually see the neat black suit inside.

He stumbled and looked out the glass window. He saw a dark and gloomy tone, as if he was under the huge dome of Socra.

Da da da!
  footsteps?
  Wright cautiously took out the "Crazy Bear" pistol from his waist and leaned near the wooden door carefully carved with double-headed eagles and mechanical gear patterns.

He deliberately leaned against the wall, pulled the metallic handle with his right hand, and loaded the bullet.

When the footsteps that sounded like leather shoes got closer and closer, Wright suddenly pulled his handle away and fired two shots!

bump!
  bump!
  The bullets did not appear to hit any targets.

But the gas lights in the dim room and in the corridor behind the door were suddenly turned on.

The room was suddenly filled with light of dusk but bright tones!

It was indeed a human figure, and he was four or five meters away from Wright.

His whole body was wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and his body was dissolved in pure darkness, but the splendor of the light shrouded his body.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Dylan Dark. I am a mid-level Simon of the Church of Hope. At the same time, I am also a [Deceiver], a lost person who is more powerful than the [Seducer]. Nice to meet you, Mr. Wright Sogra, [Order], right? You are currently considered a person with superpowers recognized by the human world."

Dylan Dark said, pulling down the black cloak covering his body and throwing it back.

The cloak floated gracefully on the ground, turned into bats, and disappeared at the end of the corridor behind Dylan.

"Church of Hope? Middle-grade... Simen? I don't know how you kidnapped me here, but if you are here to seek revenge, I'm not afraid of you." Wright forcibly suppressed the inexplicable fear caused by the environment and said:
  "I have defeated Kayas, the [Shapeshifter] who calls himself the Reader of Songs, and I am not afraid to fight you."

"Indeed." Dylan gracefully stretched out his white-gloved right hand and stroked his black suit.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the long hat on his head, supported the floor with a black cane in his left hand, and put the hat on his chest with his right hand, omitting the etiquette of covering his chest with his hands, and bowed at a 45-degree angle:
  "If it were normal in the real world, it would be impossible for the Lost Ones below Order 5 to cause harm to you. But I am different. I am different from that [Shapeshifter] monster. The [Deceiver]'s ability is in addition to bulk In addition to producing puppets, I can also guide anyone into the dreamland I created. In this dreamland, I am the god, I am the Lord, and I am the creator who can dominate everything."

Dylan's voice became louder and his tone became higher, like a clown performing in a circus.

It wasn't until the bullet from the "Bear" pistol in Wright's hand whizzed past his ear, grazing half of his ear, and made him feel paralysis followed by a heartbreaking pain, that he was brought back from his semi-crazy state. The state leads to wakefulness. "You...Lite, the information Miyou gave me shows that you have a keenness for firearms and extreme agility, as well as an aura of red magic power that transcends everything, but no one has told me about your spiritual power. Why, why do you have such a strong spiritual power? How can you not be controlled by the dream I created?" Dylan's eyes suddenly showed a look of horror, and he stared at Wright slightly dully.

"Who knows?" Wright put down the "Crazy Bear" pistol with a wry smile and said:

"Yato tried to seduce me at that time but failed. Maybe my soul was stuffed into some god's apostle. But, Mr. Dylan, you are also a decent person. If you really want to duel, you can fight in a few days." No matter whether it is the ruins of Donusk or the ruins of Silent Highland, I will always accompany you. But if you just want to send me information or question, please feel free to say it, I am all ears."

Wright suddenly felt that his thinking was very clear and transparent. In this dreamland, he seemed to feel the existence of "inspiration".

"Okay." Dylan instantly changed his expression to a flattering one and said:

"The red magic source power in your body really makes me curious. Yes, it is also the key to unlocking the silent highland gods. But it is a sufficient condition, not a necessity. In logic, the two cannot be deduced in a straight line. Introducing you here This dream is indeed an order given to me by the Hope Church, and it is also a test for you."

"test?"

Wright looked at Dylan with a beard that looked like a giant wolf in disbelief, with a trace of disdain on his lips.

"Kaias did invite you to join the Church of Hope, right? The price he offered at that time was quite attractive. Although you killed Kayas, he was still considered a marginalized figure in the church. As we all know, humans in dreams The answers are based on instinct and cannot be concealed. Then, I invite you here again. Mr. Wright," Dylan's mouth twitched, and he licked his lips with his tongue and said:

"As long as you are willing to become a true lost person and drink a mixture of burning fluid, lost person blood, dark ore powder, high-end inner curled flowers, mint powder, and the 'Conversion A-01' potion that silences the heart of the python, then I hope the church can give you a monthly salary of at least 100 new ducats. In addition, the position of middle-grade Simon will always be reserved for you."

"I refuse." Wright said in an unarguable voice.

"Don't worry. There's one more thing. There are still 17 days left for the Bloody Night Ceremony to build 'Raleye's Dream' that will be carried out in Sugra City. In fact, no matter which side wins the battle of 'Silence's Arrival', 'Tool Yuan's Women will be awakened by the touch. Yatuo activated the Fire of Punishment with anger, and the sub-level power can only slightly awaken him. But the bloody smell of war will definitely awaken him as a war machine. By then, the core parts of his body will be awakened. It will provide inexhaustible energy for Socra's ritual. It transcends oil, coal and all kinds of fuels. If the ritual is started, it can provide energy for 'Raleye's Dream' for thousands of years. I know," Dylan paused and said:

"You want to stop the Blood Night Ritual, but you must obey the arrangements of the Socra Committee because you are a member of the Socra Guards. You have given nearly twenty years of your life to mankind, but you will always get countless things. Isn’t it a mission? Just like those tireless worker bees, the value produced by hard work is taken away wantonly. So, you want to be the lost, right?"

"I don't want to." Wright's answer was decisive:

"I will always be human. I have friends and people worth protecting, so I cannot go to the enemy camp. If you want to convey some important information to me, please do so. If you still want to lure me to the enemy, then I can only wait for you The magic power in my body used for 'spiritual formation' was exhausted, and I was sent away automatically."

"This is your sincere words." A trace of disappointment flashed across Dylan's face, and he took a half step forward and said:
  "Actually, I also have an old friend. Although he has lost his memory due to the curse of the Lord of Machinery, he is also looking for the 'Daughter of Machinery'. He is a machine, but he always hopes to become a human. So he has been waiting for the gods. Guidance. His name is Luo Nie, a powerful being possessing the 'Light of Mechanical Spirit'."

"Mechanical... Mechanical spirit? Inexplicably familiar." The blue-eyed robot he first met in the gray dream flashed through Wright's mind.

"Yes, it belongs to light, but it is not a powerful force of light magic. Before boarding the same train as you, I used tarot cards to conduct an interesting divination for you two people who have reached the same destination by different paths. I came to the conclusion that it was 'lover', interesting, right?" An indescribable smile appeared on Dylan's lips.

"Interesting...boring," Wright complained.

If the "mechanical spirit" is Luo Nie, he should be a male based on his name. His orientation has always been normal. It was true in the previous world, and this world is no exception.

"Boring? No, interesting, wait." Dylan quickly took a few steps forward, approached Wright, sniffed the scent of his body, and said:

"The breath of dragon, sure enough, your power is mixed with the breath of dragon. The information Natasha and Yato gave us before they died showed that you are the owner of the red magic source power, but this power must not be possessed The only smell of dragon is the smell of machinery. Unfortunately, their report was written in Middle Language, which is a language that you and I are familiar with and used to form spirits. We deciphered it too late, the Empire We are only given fifteen days to prepare.”

"Get away, you're too close." Wright said angrily, putting his "Bear" pistol against Dylan's head.

"Okay, okay." Dylan agreed with a hint of masculine charm:
  "It's up to you to think about what the dragon galloping across the continent in the first era represents. However, there must be some kind of connection preset by the Creator between Luo Nie and you. I can understand that you don't want to be a lost person. After all, your heart has already learned how to do it. Become a mechanical existence filled with burning liquid, and can never turn back into a human being. A superhuman possesses magic and extraordinary power, but the blood and heart in the body are not affected, but the residual burning liquid will impact the mind at any time. , this is your best identity right now."

"What exactly do you want to explain?" Wright asked sternly.

"Don't worry, take it easy." Dylan's voice became softer:

"I just want to remind you that preventing the Blood Night Ritual is not only the purpose of you and our Hope Church, but also the purpose of the Crown Prince of the Zine Empire, Ivant. He has just imprisoned Vladimir, the leader of the blood clan who fell to Sokra City. Ski. We have a common goal. Also, I am also on the train named 'Eternal Motion' that transports imperial soldiers. If we encounter people wandering near the city ruins, humans and the Lost will team up. As for the 'Ruins Hunter', maybe we can still fight side by side?"

Dylan took two steps back, took out the pure black cane in his left hand, pointed at the bright gas lights around him and said:

"I hope that the people in the church will all be decent gentlemen. Our upper class will dress up very decently. If we can't meet in Donusk, maybe the lake where Vita Water gathers will reunite you and me, the water like air At the bottom is the temple where the gods are imprisoned.”

He tapped the gas lamp with his cane, and the room suddenly returned to endless darkness.

Immediately afterwards, after a burst of chaotic whispers and the whiteness of endless fog, Wright gasped and suddenly woke up from the nightmare, looking up at the world that was gradually becoming noisy.

The "rumbling" sound of the train rubbing against the rails reached his ears. He shook his head vigorously, climbed up from the steel-colored metal table and looked around.

Soldiers wearing military green imperial uniforms were sitting on the train and chatting excitedly. In front of him, Brett, wearing a silver guard uniform, was lying on the seat like a white bear and taking a nap.

To his left, Moros, who is also wearing a military uniform and has a brand-new metal plate with the words "Member of the Sogra Extraordinary Investigation Team" and "Battlefield Observer" on his chest, is holding a book inlaid with gold lace and reading attentively. .

He turned and looked outside the train.

The "Eternal Motion" train is driving near the ruins of the ruins of the old city of Chekavsk. The clear blue sky has replaced the rich blackness of the industrial city.

The undulating mountains in the distance caught his eye, and there were dots of green things under the clouds.

"Yes, I got on the train with Brett and Moros at 8 o'clock in the morning. The track we are traveling on now should be the 'Zhixin-03' railway line, the one leading to the Donusk ruins station." Wright He stuck out his tongue and said.

　The short-lived Wright "Train Chapter" is the first stop of the "Silent Highlands" chapter that officially enters the Wright Line.

　　The "Donusk" ruins chapter and the "Silent Highland Gods" chapter belong to one chapter, with a high-energy rhythm throughout.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)