"I heard about this 'Vita's Water' when I was in Kusha City, but it belongs to the category of myths and legends." Brett said with his hands on his hips and his head half lowered in thought.
"As for the 'Blood Night Ritual', we should all know that the Socra Committee wants to contact the power of the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' to activate the 'Lalaya's Dream', leading all city residents into a dream and falling into eternal sleep.
It's like consciousness uploading... Yes, it's something I learned about when I read the science fiction book by the author of the Crusad Empire." Lait replied.
"Well, that's right." Moros nodded and said:
"And in the past few days, I have learned from some information brought by that vampire child, Miyu, that what really attracts the Sogra Committee is not the realm of gods or the gods themselves, but her mechanical heart, which is what supports her power.
A core."
"This information is very novel. If it can be confirmed, the direction of our thinking may have to change." Laite analyzed.
"Yes, we have been thinking about the 'Blood Night Ritual' from the extraordinary realm of magic. Perhaps we thought of the committee members as too mysterious, or perhaps we thought of the gods as too mysterious. In fact, from some old
Judging from the documents decrypted by Crusted, the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' should be at the lowest level in the order of gods, and may be a product of man-made creation. In this case, the Church of the Lost really needs to contact the category that is easiest to contact.
The gods come to obtain oracles and guidance, so as to obtain sequence cores in batches and obtain promotions in the sequence level." Moros explained seriously.
"I heard that the seven major levels of 'wisdom', 'inspiration', and 'pain' are the easiest to advance, and they are also the common levels among the lost people in the empire. But the acquisition of the order core above 'hope' requires contact with the gods.
, if the three major churches succeed and allow them to mass-produce mid-to-high-level Lost Ones, then the war between the empire and them will probably be even more difficult." Brett took over Moros' words and explained.
"That's right. On the surface, or considering the overall interests, it is not necessarily a bad thing for the Socra Committee or the empire to obtain the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element'. After all, what the empire's top brass and the royal family need is her mechanical core to provide
They imitated many weird weapons designed at the end of the old Crusad Empire to provide energy, and also to restructure order and eliminate as much as possible the unintentional and hostile lost people that flooded the empire. The Socra Committee simply wanted to make an entire
The city is completely flattened, and they have always pursued this kind of policy." Moros said with a hint of disdain.
"But," Moros said, while subconsciously looking at the uniform military watch with a dark background that was stained with dirt, and said:
"It is unacceptable to construct a dream at the expense of millions or even more people and plunge everyone's consciousness into a 'paradise' state of nothingness. From a moral perspective, this is considered organized killing;
From a profit perspective, even the stupidest monarch in history would not have done this, sacrificing so much manpower for production and fighting!"
Brett could see Moros' teeth-gnashing anger, and from his slightly sunken brown eyes, Brett could read the pain, shock and violent emotions restrained by rationality.
After sighing and looking at the blue sky and the white clouds that were gradually dissipating, Brett changed the topic and said:
"We are destined to stop the 'Blood Night Ritual', and it is best to contact the higher-ups of the empire. However, Moros, 'Vita Water' is also a topic worth discussing."
"Sorry, sorry, I was a little off topic just now." Moros said with an apologetic smile:
"Yes, the message in the message indicates that 'Vita's Water' is the key to entering the ruins. Speaking of 'Vita's Water', Brett, you just mentioned 'myth', right? Can you tell me what you know about it?"
"
"Well, I remember reading a book when I was a kid in Kusha City. It was a black leather book with a giant dragon drawn on it. I read it as a storybook. After all, it was very interesting."
Laite noticed that Brett's green eyes revealed a sense of purity when he mentioned his childhood. His tone also became soothing, and he even felt embarrassed and subconsciously touched a handful of silver-white flowers.
hair.
"It mentions the 'Floating Divine Realm', which is the ruler of the Eastern Flame Empire in the middle of the Steam Era. It seems that he was called the 'Mourner', or in their words the 'Spiritual Emperor'."
Derived ruins excavated during the ceremony to summon the dragons to descend." Brett paused, subconsciously licked his dry lips, which even had small blood-red scars on some broken skin, and said:
"Legend has it that the Flame Empire is the country that imprisoned the most dragons. Their first emperor, the Flame Lord, combined with the dragons and gave birth to a huge imperial royal bloodline. Because he felt pity for the dragons who were bewitched by the Lord of the Night, he deliberately
A large number of dragons are imprisoned in ruins all over the Fire Empire. These ruins connect different worlds in different planes, and the capital Yancheng is the largest one. Legend has it that the Lord of the Night was imprisoned once, and you know this Moros."
"That's right." Moros nodded, took the words and added:
"After the 'birth' of the Second Era, the soul of the Lord of the Night was divided into five parts, which were imprisoned in the 'Steel Stone of Ori'. They were kept by the five leaders of the human empire and sealed in the high towers built by the five countries.
In the tower. However, the Lord of Darkness appeared in some scattered document records in the middle and late period of the Steam Age. The information about her during that period is blank, and it is temporarily impossible to know what happened. However, during the First Era,
Most of the 'seven first-ranked gods' have gone silent long ago and have not been active in any subsequent period of history. Until the advent of the Wasteland Era today, even fewer people have the time and ability to actively explore them."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "'Seven First List of Gods'? I remember that there is no such description in "The General History of Socrates"." Laite asked doubtfully.
"What the hell is 'The General History of Socrates'? It's just something that a bunch of [scholars] created to make fun of us. They don't dare to write truly extraordinary and mysterious history, because after all, it's an act that will lead to execution." Moros
Said disdainfully:
"But I can answer this question."
"Tell me?"
After raising his head and thinking silently for half a minute, Moros held up his chin, which had no stubble, and explained:
"The 'Seven First Gods' are the basic gods who built our continent, including the Creator. They include the Creator himself in order 1, the Lord of the Dark Night in order 2, the leader of the dragon clan in order 3, and the God of Eternal Life in order 4. Rank 5 Domainless Lord, Rank 6 Mechanical Lord, and Rank 7 Lord of the Earth. These seven gods do not have fixed miracles or divine domains. In other words, they can create miracles at any time. And the 'Lord of the Night' ' and the 'Head of the Dragon Clan' in legend also like to personally participate in human affairs, or command the dragons and strange beasts to fight against humans, and even indulge in it, never tired of it, unable to extricate themselves."
When he mentioned the "unique" fun of the gods, Moros actually raised the corners of his mouth and laughed out loud. He seemed to have inserted himself into the legends of the gods.
"Weren't we talking about 'Vita Water' just now? We're off topic again." Moros was mumbling, he patted Moros on the shoulder and continued:
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"The book mentioned that the little emperor of 'The Sorrower' used two pieces of 'Auri's Steel Stone' to open the giant mechanical door leading to the realm of the imprisoned dragons. After the door above the ground was opened, the legendary 'Belonging to The people of the wind's floating divine realm will be summoned. And if you want to open the giant door in the floating divine realm, you must dive into the lake full of 'Vita Water' at the core of the divine realm."
"No more? That's all?" Moros asked, still unfinished.
"That's what I've read. In short, maybe the realm of gods has this kind of liquid as protection. I don't know what it is, what its characteristics are, and its use. If you need more information, it's better to let Miyu bring it. Let's go to the Lost Ones and ask, as long as you don't mind conflict with them at any time." Brett waved his hand and said.
"I basically understand what Brett said, but I will add something." Moros looked at Brett and Laite respectively and said:
"'Vita's Water' is actually a transliteration of the common language of the Western Continent. In the imperial language, it means 'Water of Life'. Legend has it that it has no mass or even volume, but it actually fills the entrance to the realm of gods. Just jump If you enter it and endure all the negative emotions lingering around your body, you can enter the divine realm and truly come into contact with the legendary sequential gods."
"Okay," Moros stretched out his hands with tactical gloves and patted Lite and Brett's shoulders at the same time and said:
"That's the end of the discussion. After Miyou comes back later, we can cross the camp and go to the temporary garage. Brett is also coming with the 'Perpetual Motion' train. Isn't your mechanical chariot?"
"Yes." Moros nodded and said:
"After my tank was modified by a master from Chekavsk, it can store more supplies without changing its sturdiness and speed. I think that as long as it is not targeted by those 'ruin hunters', it can store more supplies." It will only take us at most three days to reach the Area B camp. If everything goes well, two days will be enough."
"Brett," Laite suddenly stared into Brett's green eyes and said helplessly:
"I suggest changing 'As long as you don't get targeted by ruin hunters' to 'You will definitely not get targeted by them'. What do you think?"
"Hahaha……"
The dilapidated, narrow courtyard with only low bungalows and cement brick walls was suddenly filled with a joyful atmosphere.
…
Ignoring the simple "telegraph signal station" he had just built with great effort, Moros carried the important and valuable "Military F-01" small telegraph machine back to the room, and packed it with other clothes into the small telegraph machine with his thin body.
Among the military backpacks that don't quite match.
Laite, on the other hand, followed Brett's example, and after sorting out the neatly dressed silver-white guard uniforms a few times, he put the daily clothes he carried from the dilapidated mahogany wardrobe in the three-story building in the rented Sogra city into the latest ones.
Space-saving way rolled into earthy yellow military backpack.
Immediately afterwards, he confirmed that the remaining S$500 that Mr. George had given him before was still safe and sound in the mezzanine, and stuffed seven or eight boxes of canned "cultured meat" that was enough for him to eat for three days.
into it.
And he also specially brought a small can with more than 500 grams of sugar, a lighter, matches and some equipment needed for survival in the wild.
Although Laite's memory fragments still contain a lot of content about combat and survival in the wild, after all, this is the first time since he came to this world that he has truly left the city and the army and entered the wild world in a semi-independent state.
It’s better to be fully prepared.
After scanning around the dim and shabby bungalow that he had lived in for two days, smelling of mold and rot, to see if anything had been left behind, Laite put the "Crazy Bear" pistol that had always been with him on his waist.
After putting a gun in his holster and slinging another "Zhouyuan Brand" rifle that he bought for 200 Singapore dollars before leaving the city of Sugra, he simply pushed open the wooden door and stood in the middle of the courtyard waiting for the busy Brett.
.
Ten minutes later, fully armed Brett and Moros finally appeared in front of him.
"What about the kid, Miyou?" Laite looked around, but still couldn't find Miyou.
"He said he wanted to buy some blood from the underground market in the corner of the camp. You know, for him, a child with dual identities of a vampire and a lost person, he cannot suck the blood of an unintentional person, otherwise he will fall into the curse of 'cannibalism'.
He will degenerate into a careless person. And he is unwilling to suck the blood of our "human comrades", so he has no choice but to go to the underground market to buy it. I think if he cannot replenish blood in time, he will definitely fall into the blood war.
In the madness of desire," Moros explained.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Then let's go? Our 'Silence Investigation Team' should have to pass through the busiest trading area in the center of the camp to reach the edge.
Temporary garage, right?" Laite confirmed.
"Yes."
"Yes."
The two heavily armed men answered in unison.
…
The general style of the camp in Area A of the Donusk Ruins is a mixture of an imperial town stronghold and a village.
The three Laites walked along the brick-paved road in the trading area for half an hour. Along the way, in addition to the military personnel setting up various stalls on the street, and some "field traders" who were tacitly allowed to come in,
There were only some wild cats and dogs with messy hair and covered in red, brown, green and even purple dirt.
After marching to the second half of the trading area, an area of low-rise, fairly white-painted bungalows with not many people in them, Laite and the other three suddenly heard shrill cries.
First there was a faint female shrill cry for help, then there was the dull sound of fists hitting the fleshy wall, then there was the sharp cry of felines, and finally there were several men speaking in the dialect of the northern district of the Zine Empire.
The sound of curses.
Not long after, a short woman with long messy brown hair, ragged clothes, covered with some flesh and blood, and wounds flowing with scarlet liquid stumbled toward the fully armed and neatly dressed woman, revealing some of her military power.
Three unique and handsome people came running.
"Help, brother of the Legion, Mr. Legion, no no, adults of the Legion, help. You must be members of the Imperial Legion, help!" The woman's voice was hoarse and she begged in fluent Zine Empire dialect.
Before the three of them could react to the "emergency incident," the woman cried and took Laite's hand and hid behind him.
Just as he turned his head to look at the brown-haired woman behind him in confusion, wondering whether she was a lost person, whether she had encountered some kind of misfortune, or whether she had an abnormal purpose.
As a dark figure flashed past, a fist wearing a pure black semi-iron tactical glove, with the sound of whistling wind, struck directly towards his chin.