Chapter 123: The alien plane under the water (Part 1)
"Time, space."
"Past, future."
"Up and down, left and right, four directions."
The moment he was ejected by the bomb inside the "Crazy Body", Laite felt his consciousness fall into a trance due to the shock wave.
He suddenly felt that everything around him had become so strange.
It's like a dream, a dream in which the soul is imprisoned.
Unable to break free from the bondage, unable to lift one's consciousness out of the abyss of pain even for a fraction of a second.
Almost four or five seconds passed.
It seems that an era of several centuries has passed.
Various murmurs began to appear in his ears in a messy, messy, chaotic manner.
First it was the Zine Empire language that he was familiar with, then the ancient Zine Empire language used for spirit marriage, the ancient Krust German language, and the Central language.
They were mixed together, the dry voice of an old man as if he had lost all his moisture, the sharp and high-pitched voice of a woman, as if she was playing a violin unskilledly, and the painful cries of children because their family members had left.
Shouting, and then the man's stern scolding, as if he had eaten red coal.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his body hovering in the air, above, below, left, and right. There was only the feeling of air flowing in and out, only the feeling of breeze blowing, and only the feeling of slightly warm air waves passing by.
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Then, he felt that his consciousness suddenly became extremely sober and clear.
He suddenly opened his heavy eyelids that seemed to be stuck together with glue.
"I, am I being blown up? Or are I facing death? I heard that when humans are about to die, they will feel that time passes very slowly, and their senses, and their senses for all food, will be heightened to the extreme. I heard that only a short time
A brief thirty-minute coma, and the person will feel like hours have passed. Interesting.”
Laite muttered to himself, trying to comfort himself.
But the strange thing is that he didn't feel a trace of panic, a trace of fear, nor the fear and unwillingness to die.
On the contrary, it is an extremely calm and indifferent state of mind.
He still had a little myopia before, and his eyes, which had not been completely "healed" by magic and extraordinary power, now felt extremely clear.
He saw a city that was becoming yellow, dilapidated, depressed, deserted and dilapidated.
He saw the receding vegetation, various types of mindless people and human bodies, rotting meat, as well as the "loess vultures", "mindless cockroaches", mice, flies and other animals that were pecking at the rot.
He saw Brett who was holding Miyou and shouting to him in pain, as well as the man behind him who was fully armed, wearing a military green uniform and a mask, and was holding a pistol against Brett's brainstem, and
Behind him, a dozen "armed men" from the wilderness arrived at unknown time.
They must not be soldiers of the Zine Empire, nor are they inferior to those from the Explorers Association under the control of the empire.
"Brett, run away, run away. Leave me alone, leave me alone. Hurry and escape with Miyou, go to the camp in Donusk Area B, and go to the Silent Highlands. If you can't escape from the empire, go to the northern border, to the Japanese
Netsk, go to the Krusted Federation. I heard that there is a big railway there. After passing through the endless ice and snow wasteland, you can reach the Fire Federation, which has a similar culture to the Foodie Empire, a country that most people in the Western Continent dream of.
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"I heard that they have basically driven away the unintentional virus and restored most of the order. I heard that they have barely restored half of the land and are gradually regaining all the lost land and building a country of peace, tranquility, happiness and hope."
"Vegetables, fruits, wheat and waterways there no longer need greenhouses. They are all planted, grown, bloomed and bear fruit in the rich black soil. The land there is fertile, and honey is flowing in the glass jars held by people.
and milk. People there can eat seafood, clams, scallops, oysters, lobsters, everything you want every day.”
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"I heard that there is gold everywhere, food everywhere, and the people there have smiles on their faces. And in addition to weapons, their factories also produce many interesting gadgets. There are cars, ships, airplanes, and airships.
, even small objects such as tables, chairs and benches, and ballpoint pens, yes, they have gradually begun to abandon such backward things as fountain pens and use ballpoint pens.”
"They have a continuous culture. They have never used any phonetic characters or alphabetical characters at all, but hieroglyphics, the kind of characters whose meaning can be understood at a glance. A brilliant culture, a splendid culture."
"Even their starry skies are brilliant, without a trace of steam pollution. They are no longer surrounded by any oppressive domes during the day, and are no longer heavily armed to avoid infection by unintentional viruses. They can breathe freely."
"Brett, don't you hope to see a world like this? A world where all races will usher in peaceful coexistence, a world where racial and regional differences will disappear. No one rules, no one is ruled, only in this world
The 'people' who live peacefully on the mainland. Then go to the East, escape from this miserable Zine Empire, and go to the East."
However, as Laite's mind was filled with complicated and messy thoughts, his ears were once again enveloped by noisy murmurings.
This time it was replaced by church bells, ship whistles, birds chirping, and wild beasts roaring.
Under the impact of these intertwined sounds of human beings and nature, Laite gradually felt that his thoughts were rapidly scattering. He felt that everything in front of him was becoming blurry and losing focus.
He felt like a brilliant aurora was surrounding his body.
At first it was endless blue, a blended blue that represented the source of water.
Then there is green, the green that symbolizes peace.
Those lines become twisted and intertwined, making it difficult to separate them.
In the end, it turned into a terrifying red color!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is like the "red curtain sky" I saw before dawn when I was at the camp in Area A of the Donusk Ruins a few days ago.
After the aurora completely dissipated, and those twisted lines with light were annihilated and ceased to exist, Laite saw a "scorching sun" that seemed to be burning and swallowing everything.
The dilapidated city ruins of Donusk were suddenly shrouded in black and red.
The tall khaki buildings, the tall "Volga Tower", the unnatural rivers that have dried up with only a trickle, as well as the slow-flying birds, the slow-moving humans, and the people who wake up from the corners.
Together, the alien and careless people formed an oil painting rendered in thick colors.
Soon after, these oil paintings gradually turned into abstract paintings similar to those of Van Gogh and Picasso.
It becomes distorted, becomes simple, and becomes only an indescribable artistic conception.
Until everything in front of me has turned into a complete lake!
Almost at the same moment, Laite felt that his throat was gradually losing precious oxygen, and he felt like an invisible giant hand was strangling it.
Together with his thinking and consciousness, he began to become dull and slow, until he seemed to have completely lost the ability to think.
He seemed to see a cover formed by a blood-red energy body that was collapsing inward, suppressing, and finally completely wrapping his body.
He felt like he was falling into the endless dark sea, and the cold and biting water was eroding his body, which was not very tall and majestic.
He heard the sound of gurgling water, the sound of rolling waves, and the sound of thunder and lightning.
Until his eyes were completely covered by the blood red of Mohu, and he lost all senses, perception, consciousness and the remaining ability to receive information.
...
"Didi-di-di, di-di-di."
There seemed to be a mechanical chirping sound in Laite's ears, like a telegraph, but more like... the sound of vital signs checking instruments seen in hospitals in the previous world.
Heavy, painful, tearing pain.
My whole body seems to be falling apart!
But my body seemed to... no longer have that suspended feeling, as if I was sleeping on a not-so-comfortable hard bed, and seemed to be covered with a quilt.
I feel a stinging sensation on my arm as if I was being injected and the needle is being inserted. Is this an illusion?
Why are my eyelids so heavy, as if they have been stapled, and cannot be opened at all?
"Didi-di-di, di-di-di, di-di-di."
The mechanical chirping sound became stronger and more violent.
Could it be that he has traveled back to the previous world?
Is that a world that is experiencing the fourth technological revolution and is exploring the moon and stars with technological explosion?
I actually don’t like the world in the wasteland, or the world where humans hurt each other or fight for survival every day. If I can go home when I wake up, I want to wake up, I want to wake up!
"ah!"
After using all his strength and roaring like a beast, Laite finally opened his heavy eyes and sat up abruptly.
After a brief moment of star-crossing eyes and dizziness, Laite began to breathe in the moist air greedily.
When the perception of external things and the power to control the body were restored, Laite suddenly discovered that the mechanical sound just now completely disappeared, and underneath his body was a cold redwood base that could feel the moisture.
There was nothing covering his body, no quilt, no other clothes, only the silver-white one, made of metal mixed with plant materials, and extremely clean, like a guard uniform that had been washed repeatedly by a drum washing machine.
And the same clean, iron "long sword and hammer" badge that represents the identity of a member of the escort team.
He stretched out his hands that felt slightly heavy, as if they were tied with huge iron blocks, and rubbed his red, swollen and dry eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he slapped the back of the head with black hair hard to make sure that he was not in a dream.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
The familiar pain came, and Laite woke up completely.
He supported his heavy body vigorously and stood up unsteadily. After taking two steps forward with a slight stagger, he chose to look up at the dim space with only a little light.
"Is this in a castle or a villa?" Laite asked in surprise.
The first thing that caught his eye was a huge door.
It was covered with red leather, and there were neatly arranged brass-colored nails nailed around the top, bottom, left and right of the door.
However, in the center of the door were nailed several pieces of metal that looked like they were made of copper and were covered in dirt and rust.
They are spliced together to form a gear that is generally yellowish brown.
Turning around, I saw two pillars engraved with iris and Hibiscus flowers patterns standing in the four directions of the room, seemingly supporting the entire house.
He also observed that the environment he was in was actually a hall, similar to the three-story villas where Western nobles used to live, or the kind of hall when entering a castle.
There are several oil lamps hung at regular intervals on the walls on both sides. They are based on purple and are engraved with double-headed eagle patterns, which has a strong Crusted Empire style.
There are even many portraits of men wearing tuxedos or aristocratic dresses with a red background and cyan interweaving hanging under the oil lamps.
Some of them have mustaches, some have unusually clean chins and faces, some have white hair and are dry, while some are full of youthful vitality.
And underneath those portraits, the corresponding identities are written in Krusted language.
"Yin Fan I, Yin Fan V, Yin Fan 20, Tuoyin I, Kacha I, Yin Fan 22? [Order] Yin Fan 22?"
Laite curiously walked past the portraits one by one, looked at them carefully and exclaimed.
He looked up at the figure in the portrait, with a tall nose, sharp cheekbones, a fair face, and a fierce domineering look in his eyes, as if the whole world was about to surrender at his feet.
Different from the movements in other portraits, most of the monarchs in other portraits place their hands on their knees, or rest them on a table covered with a white tablecloth next to them.
And he has his left hand on his hips, and the four fingers of his right hand are together, tilting upward at an angle of seventy degrees, as if he is communicating with the gods about what he wants to touch.
He also wears a long sword specially designed for knights under his right hand, which is inlaid with red and blue gems. With the ultimate painting skills, it looks as if it is real and shines brightly.
"[Order] Yin Fan 22nd must be the great emperor mentioned in "The Afterglow of Crusted". Economy, technology, art and literature have all reached their peak in your era. Unfortunately, you
The descendants of you did not predict the spread of the unintentional virus and some mysterious and extraordinary power, which led to the destruction of the great empire in your hands. What a pity. No," Laite said to himself with a wry smile:
"I should have fallen into the lake. If this place is not a dream, it should be the otherworldly plane that Melinaer said, right? The inside of that huge energy body monster? In other words, the one that is constantly releasing energy
Yes, the 'Crest of Tomorrow', one of the stone gate emblems that can open the 'Daughter of Tools' God Realm, should also be here, right?"
Saying this, Laite moved his eyes away from the portrait and looked around.
In addition to the hall, stone pillars and paintings on the walls, Laite also saw a staircase, a large staircase leading to the upper floors. It was covered with red shabby carpets and even had a handrail to prevent falling.
But I don't know if it was too dark or if it was done deliberately. Looking up at the top of the room, I saw a pitch black that was constantly distorting the weak light, and I couldn't observe anything more.
At this moment, Laite heard the dull roar of the door being pushed open from behind, mixed with the roar of machinery.
Laite looked back and saw a huge dark white figure appearing at the door that was a quarter open.
There are indescribable subtle distortions of light "scattered" around his body, as well as a geometric and round body outline that seems to be outlined by water.
