Chapter 189: The Coming of Silence (56): Return (Part 2)
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"d su**** as endish, doome erayan wir .hoshin shikmiryutor yoever loizan. n,nesin shikmis wir danni."
(The old days will end, the end is coming, the sacred flame will last forever, and new life will eventually be born.)
"Is it a prophecy?" Miyou guessed, tilting his head to look at Oliver's intoxicated expression.
"That's right." Oliver's answer was simple, his eyes seemed to be flashing with bright light, especially when he was reciting Chinese in Chinese just now, "Although I don't know the true identity of the bard, but The first half of the poem has been confirmed, and it refers to the wasteland era we live in. The second half should be looking forward to a future, enjoying a way to solve the wasteland and return to peace."
"What about the second half? Is it predicting... what kind of future?" Miyou instinctively looked longingly at the only place where light could be seen in the entire dilapidated house, and asked in a murmuring tone.
Suddenly, the carrier of light, the dusty skylight that "hangs" at the top of the room more than three meters high, seems to be looming, as if hidden in the dense golden fog. The holy singing in the song made him unconsciously support his frail body with his hands and stand up slowly.
Of course, he understood that the light in the skylight might come from the "electrical" light deliberately brought in by the imperial army in the passage connecting the skylight to the ground, but it was too bright, too real, and even matched the incandescent sun at one moment. The brilliance is no different.
"The future? Yes, the future." Oliver showed a bitter smile mixed with hope, stood up and walked around, turning his back to Miyou and told:
"There are two understandings of the sacred flame. One is the description in "The Secret Book", Era 3: On the first day, the Creator created the universe and the stars; on the second day, she created the earth containing primitive life; on the third day , her 'inspiration' guided her to create flames, water, vegetation, metal and the earth. Her favorite thing is 'flame'. Although it is ethereal and cannot capture the entity, it is enough to bring warmth."
Oliver suddenly felt his throat itching like being scratched by a cat. He coughed a few times, and after feeling some numbness and pain, he rushed to the package in the corner again and took out an old one, covered with dirt and blood. , and a military green kettle with slight rust, and started drinking "tons and tons".
After burping smoothly, he breathed a long sigh of relief, blinked a few times, and continued:
"The following Era 4 explains it this way. The existing water source nourishes all things, the subsequent vegetation sprouts, the prepared metal opens up the wilderness, and the subsequent earth flourishes with vitality. However, under the fire, all things are destroyed, and the existing things are destroyed.
No longer exists. So fire is sinful and can annihilate all things. Well...in other words, the sacred flame may annihilate all things, and then new life and hope can be born on the ruins. In other words, Mi
Yu, a long time ago, around the time I was on the border of the Zine Empire, I had a dream."
"Dream? Is it interesting?" Mi You asked curiously.
"Of course." Oliver nodded and said:
"I dreamed that our Wasteland Era has entered an era of decline, that is, everything is covered by ice sheets, and human beings are lingering under a large transparent cover, ensuring survival through a little energy left by a certain god. At that time, human beings were completely
Having lost the courage to explore outside, they are keen on fighting among themselves and killing each other to plunder resources from their own people. But there is a legendary eradicated race - the wolf tribe. It is said that they can activate mysterious energy in the place closest to the moon.
, obtain the blessings of sequential gods, create a paradise, and reconstruct the world."
"It seems... your dream is somewhat similar to what the Socra Committee wants to do, uh... the 'Blood Night Ritual'." Miyou thought.
"Dreams must be affected by reality, there is no doubt about it." Oliver explained:
"Otherwise I will definitely not be able to tell whether I dreamed of becoming a butterfly, or whether the butterfly dreamed of becoming me. The culture of the Fire Empire is really interesting and philosophical. When the war is over, you can go and see it when you have time.
."
"Of course." Miyou agreed.
"Let's continue talking about the dream. Later, the city under the big cover perished. Because of the loss of the barrier, ice and snow fell unchecked in the urban area. Citizens who were accustomed to a fixed pattern and lived a two-point and one-line life suddenly had no direction. Many people chose
Self-destruction. Finally, humans discovered the wolf clan, followed them, and saw the last white wolf on a mountaintop. He sacrificed himself in exchange for ice and snow, which was the end of winter. A few days later, the earth ushered in the first ray of light.
With the golden radiance, all things revived, the era of silence ended, and all living things ushered in a new, vibrant new era." Oliver said.
But he didn't turn around, because there were tears in his eyes, and he didn't want the crystal things to flow freely, especially to Miyou, who had known each other for a short time, but had helped each other all the way to the ruins of the ancient city of "Silent City", where the human legion
The resident "boy" shows his vulnerable side.
However, Oliver's dream came back in Miyu's mind.
The writing is beautiful, and it is enough to give readers endless reveries. Anyone can come up with their own understanding and then immerse themselves in it.
Miyou was no exception. In his fantasy, the white wolf must be a strong being, but he was seriously injured and bleeding all over the ground. With his last breath, he smashed the "sequence" that started to sacrifice himself with his sharp claws.
"Monster" ushered in a brand new world.
Fantasizing and admiring, Miyou murmured:
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"Maybe! Mi You. But the birth of new life must mark the end of the Wasteland Era. I'm not sure whether Yin Fante is the 'king' who ushered in new life, but I hope it is him.
Even if it is other humans, let alone the three major churches. I am angry at Cardinal Bloodwind's brutal abduction of Brett. They are not worthy of the sacred mission given by God." Oliver was a little angry.
Said unfairly.
The dust is billowing, the air-conditioning is permeating the air, the light is fading, and tiny mosquitoes are settling on the mottled masonry walls, creating a twisted and cold illusion.
After staring at the wall and thinking for several minutes, just as Oliver was about to speak, there was a subtle knock on the door behind him.
Dang Dang Dang!
The sound of knocking on the door was neither loud nor quiet, and the intervals were standard. There were only three knocks, which made the people inside the house feel that the outsiders retained a trace of professional respect.
"Who is it...?" Miyou suppressed her feeling of weakness and summoned her breath to ask.
But what greeted him was not a respectful response from the person outside the door. After the door lock made a metallic clang sound, the door was violently kicked open.
In an instant, three or four heavily armed imperial soldiers holding "Dark Night-02" black rifles rushed in, surrounded the two people, and pointed their guns at their heads.
But the strange thing is that they did not make any sound. Apart from asking the two to raise their hands in the air and confiscating the "Tiger K-01" pistol from Oliver's waist, there were no other special requirements.
Until, with the sound of "ta-da-da" footsteps, a man of not tall stature stopped in front of them.
The man was holding a pure black cane, wearing a pair of pure white gloves, a long round hat, and a dark cloak. The iconic "chimney" emblem of the Chekavsk Industrial Party could be faintly seen on the collar.
Immediately afterwards, he took off his round hat and black mask, revealing his haggard, slightly old face with brown scars.
In Oliver's view, the gentleman-looking "weirdo" in front of him exuded a rotten and evil aura, especially the scars dotted on his unattractive face, which highlighted the gloomy and heavy feeling.
But what made him even more weird was that Mi You shed tears when he looked at the "weirdo" in front of him.
He muttered something incomprehensible, pushed away the rifle, stepped forward quickly, and hugged the "weirdo".