Chapter 160: The Coming of Silence (27): Nightmare
After executing those [Warriors] who were induced by the "fair employment" of the old "Magician" to serve in the ritual, and who were infected by the burning liquid and mutated into careless people, Laite was killed by the "Security Team" leader and the killer of Silver Blade 4.
Dun forced himself into the leading military jeep.
The task of dealing with the unintentional people was naturally handed over to other legionnaires. The snatched mechanical chariot that Laite and Feng were riding in was operated and driven by a large soldier who was skilled in driving and followed Keton.
The rear of the three jeeps.
For the Zine Empire, the differences in professional ranks are not too obvious in some cases. For example, in battles or in the wilderness, when people face life-and-death decisions, no one cares too much about them.
But in places where "order" and "law" exist under the control of the empire, even if the rank is one higher, they will be respected by the empire [soldiers] below this rank, and can even convey urgent and limited military orders to them.
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Therefore, these legionnaires led by Keton did not embarrass Laite too much and allowed him to hug Feng Feng, who was also suspected of being a lost person, in the back seat of the vehicle and lean on the mud-stained body without saying a word.
The mottled car windows look out at the scenery outside.
The time now is around four o'clock in the afternoon, and the blazing and scorching sunshine gradually disappears behind the clouds that suddenly turn black, and thick water vapor permeates the junction of this desolate loess wall and the verdant mountain foot.
Either humming, or the manic wind and sand temporarily hid the figure here. As the jeep moved along the main road, Laite looked out the window, and the rich pasture gradually appeared at the end of the field of vision, hovering in the sky.
The eagle is singing happily.
After seven or eight minutes, as the hills in the distance gradually "pulled in" his relatively large body, a truly vibrant scene of all things competing appeared in Laite's field of vision.
"There are still herdsmen here? It's completely different from the camp in Area A." Laite couldn't help but admired.
"Of course, if the camp in Area A is the knight standing firm in the yellow sand, the camp in Area B is the real 'Kingdom of Heaven' and 'Paradise'. Sometimes, the human perspective always pays attention to those suffering and bad things.
It is easy for us to ignore the happiness that is at our fingertips." Keton turned his head poetically and said with special admiration.
"I remember that newspapers and information said that both camps were located in the outskirts of the desert covered with yellow sand. Now it seems that there may be a discrepancy in the information." Laite said, staring at the humans driving cattle-like animals in the distance.
"Originally, the main part of the camp in Area B was still full of yellow sand. Although there is a mountain here, and after climbing over it is the Silent Highlands area, it cannot stop the wind and sand. The camp on this side of the mountain is not much different from Area A.
But on the other side of the mountain, the northern part of the highland that you enter through the mountain road that connects the inside and outside of the highland is really rich in water and grass and has pleasant scenery. Before the New Year, it was the Zine Empire and a must-pass for many travelers from the Crusted Federation.
"Keton smiled, and through the mask, Laite could generally see the contented expression underneath.
"What happened next?" Laite asked curiously.
"About three months ago, there was strangely heavy rain here for more than a month. The abundant water vapor dispersed the yellow sand and Gobi desert. A flash flood brought a lot of sediment, which caused the appearance of sand here.
There are a lot of swamps. I have been to the Lost Swamp, and now it seems that the northern area of Silent Highlands plus here, the landform and scenery are becoming more and more similar to there. This is probably not a good sign." Keton warned.
added.
"Lost in the swamp is indeed... an ominous situation." Laite murmured to himself, his voice getting weaker and weaker.
After all, after running all the way from the Donusk city ruins on foot, and having just entered the Gray Dream, which consumed a lot of energy, Laite's body had reached the edge of physical exhaustion.
The conversation with the old "magician" just now, and when he took the initiative to execute the unintentional person, it was precisely because of the curiosity in his heart and the resonance of the magic source that it had a certain supporting effect on his spirit, allowing him to still
Can stay awake.
He stared at the cattle animals munching on water and grass in the distance, and at the herdsmen driving their sheep with their long whips. It seemed that all the green surroundings were so beautiful and wonderful that he was intoxicated by them.
His mind gradually broke away from the endless pain and confusion.
The jeep was on the main road, and the bumpy feeling of driving over some potholes couldn't even disturb the feeling of sleepiness that was gradually coming over him.
In addition to the fantastic scenes of green and gold intertwined when we first entered the ruins of the city of Donusk, in Sokra shrouded in black domes, and in Chekavsk, which was occasionally covered with smoke and dust and the overall gray tone, even a temporary retreat
In the town of Migov, Laite has never seen a truly paradise-like situation.
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Intoxicated in it, immersed in it, silent in it.
Laite felt that his body became lighter and lighter, and the whole world seemed to become silent.
The "scorching sun" he encountered in his dream before in Socra seemed to reappear above his head.
He felt a warm feeling that penetrated deep into his soul and penetrated into his bones.
It's like a baby being hugged by its mother, like being intoxicated on the beach of Putoa Federation, like being intoxicated under the warm sun in the winter of Cruzde Federation.
It may have been a few minutes, it may have been a few centuries.
Laite found that the surrounding space was filled with an indescribable golden color, and there were countless stars, as if fireflies appeared during the day and were surrounding him.
His body was lifted up by an inexplicable god-like power, and gradually floated up into the air.
Above the head is the ravaging incandescent sun, and below is the charming green suburban scenery.
As he gradually rose, he saw the low bungalows in the camp in Area B, a few scattered buildings that were about five or six stories high for the camp's offices, and the winding, winding road that looked like a lizard.
A common mountain road leading to the northern part of the highlands.
There were even groups of people the size of ants walking around in the middle of the camp.
In an instant, Laite felt that his perception had been raised to a higher level. He heard the thick curses of legionnaires, the clinking of glasses by adventurers from various explorer associations in the tavern, and the transcendent sounds of singing to each other, and even
I also heard the cries of sales in the simple commercial area.
Suddenly, Laite noticed that the sun above his head seemed to become more concrete, and the light escaping around him seemed to be bound by a ring, making him unable to look outward.
The originally illusory sun began to become clearer, and instantly changed from incandescent to pitch-black, as if it were obsidian.
Everything around him suddenly lost the light of day and turned into pitch black, like in the long night sky.
Before Te Lai could react or feel the difference, the sky above him suddenly turned scarlet.
The original sun actually appeared in front of him and turned into a black roulette disk. Countless tiny squirming silk threads quickly grew around it, as well as two tentacles that looked like crocodile tails.
"Tentacle? Tentacle?" Laite whispered, trying to reach out and touch the black roulette wheel.
However, the roulette wheel didn't give him any chance to react. Those threads quickly spread and deepened, turning into thousands of squirming slender hairs, which quickly wrapped around Laite's body.
He felt that his legs, arms, abdomen, chest, and even his nose were filled with the smell of corruption, sourness and stench, as if he were in a smelly ditch, an underground sewer full of filth, or even an unintentional person. In the "ocean" of bodies stacked up after fighting the Imperial [Soldiers].
Those fluffs were entangled and gradually became tight, making him wrapped like a maggot, a caterpillar spinning a cocoon.
He struggled and squirmed, but the force was getting bigger and stronger. He could even clearly see that two tentacles in the black roulette stretched out straightly, and one penetrated his abdominal cavity. One pierced his chest.
"It hurts, it hurts." Laite whispered helplessly.
He noticed these fuzz, these tentacles may be the product of a painful dream.
He wanted to wake up and struggle out of the sea of suffering.
However, the black roulette wheel brought him tearing, stinging, burning, spasming, and many other indescribable sensations that fell into the category of extreme pain.
He could even feel a sharp small knife being pierced into his solid chest. It wasn't too deep, but the feeling of having his skin cut open and a small piece of flesh taken away was not pleasant.
This feeling did not only exist for a moment, but continued continuously, like a "series", constantly repeated in his body, leading his spirit to the extreme abyss realm called collapse.
After an unknown amount of time, those dark tentacles and features gradually faded away, and the black wheel gradually turned into a stone slab with the words of the Krusted Empire printed on it.
However, just as Laite stretched out his blood-stained, almost bone-stained right hand to touch it, in an instant, a bright incandescent light flashed past, and the stone slab broke straight from the middle and became two parts.
After a burst of mechanical rumbling and the sound of whistles on ships and trains, they turned into a hexagonal "Tomorrow Emblem" with a simple sun pattern engraved on the front, and the old "Magic" just now. The "Heart-Scorching Prism" was given to him by "Master", which is dark orange-red in color, transparent, with an equilateral triangle on the front and a small square fiery red area in the middle.
Laite could sense that they did not use any magic power, nor any electricity or external energy, but they actually emitted bright incandescent light.
Looking carefully, the top of the head is still shrouded in darkness, with bursts of ultra-high volt current passing through it from time to time, while the incandescent light below is constantly trying to extend upwards, in an attempt to challenge the authority of darkness.
Right in the middle of the field of vision in front of Laite, a horizontal dividing line was formed at the intersection of darkness and light, dividing the two.
And in the dark part, at this moment, the ethereal, low, ferocious words recited in pure Zine Empire language, as if the evil ancient god was roaring:
"Destruction, rebirth, human beings have gone through countless reincarnations. This world is surrounded by the boundless and terrifying unknown shrouded in shadow. If you, and the people behind you, try to challenge the darkness and reconstruct the order, you must abandon a little bit of humanity. part."
"The human part?" Laite muttered to himself in confusion.
"Abandon reason."
"Abandon your humanity."
"Let confusion and cruelty accompany your body."
"Concentrate all sin and evil."
"Become the god of the new world!"
"Becoming a...god of...the new world? A sequential god?" Lait responded, shaking his head, trying to stay "awake" in the nightmare.
However, before the voice behind the dark part could respond, he heard a shocking explosion.
Endless fiery red light and billowing heat waves completely enveloped him, and the tearing and burning sensations filled his consciousness, making his vision go black and he suddenly lost all his ability to perceive...
...
"Brother Laite, brother Laite."
Feng's young boy's voice appeared in his ears, and he felt someone shaking him.
He struggled hard to get up from his half-asleep state. Finally, after a burst of noisy tinnitus, he quickly regained all his senses, gasped for air, and opened his somewhat confused eyes.
"Where is this?" Laite looked around.
I don’t know how long I had the nightmare just now, but now I am obviously not in a military jeep, but in a not spacious room similar to an office.
"Mr. Kerton just said that we are in the 'Strategic Command Branch Office' of the Military Station in Area B. You were so asleep just now that we couldn't wake you up, so the big brothers carried it on your back. I came here because of you." Feng responded immediately.
"So, we've entered the camp, that's good, that's good." Laite let out a long sigh of relief.
He patted his chest with contentment, then picked up his right hand, took off the gloves he had been wearing, and looked at it carefully.
Fortunately, except for some dark red substances stained by the battle and some parts covered with black dirt, there is no difference from before.
It's just that... the dream just now was too weird, and it felt inexplicably real.
Could it be that you are giving me a kind of guidance? It is dangerous to touch the "Daughter of Tool Yuan", and to use her power, or even to explore the secrets of my own body, does the mystery of my own time travel require me to abandon my humanity?
so funny!
Laite shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up.
Then, he stood up directly from the off-white sofa with grid stripes and a slightly dirty dark tone, and looked around the office environment.
"It seems that the people who work here are very simple." Laite couldn't help but praise, feeling a surge of respect in his heart.
Although the "strategic command department" of the military station is considered a vital department in any city, town or camp area, there are not many strange furnishings in this small area.
Instead, there were only two old and broken wooden desks, painted with a layer of peeling, cheap green paint.