"What does this mean?" Duck asked, standing up subconsciously.
"It seems that you are afraid because of my problem, Dak." "Lei Ye"'s tone became strange. She raised the corners of her mouth, closed her eyes slightly, and looked at Dak provocatively.
Then, she walked quickly to Duck, pinched his ears and said:
"Your attitude determines your future. Fear will only deepen your danger, leaving you helpless and heading for destruction. You may not know that the people looking for 'Plamini' are other than you. There is an orderly society and a chaotic group.
And those careerists in the Federal Council.”
"Federal...Commission?" Dak said in surprise,
"That's right, it's the group of people who are at the pinnacle of power who are in charge of Crusted. When the wave of 'unintentional people' threatening the capital and surrounding provinces during this period recedes, waves of explorers will head to northern Xinjiang.
Look for her traces in the ice fields."
"A true wise man is good at predicting dangers and opportunities, and knows what he wants. Dake, believe me, as a human being you cannot touch the gods. What you want to get from 'Plamini' must be to give up part of it."
The exchange after the 'original heart'. Opening this door means that you have chosen magic. The Chaos Group will recognize your profession and provide you with help that is beyond human beings."
Under the persuasion of "Thunder Page", Dak's gray eyes were fixed on the iron door in front of him. It seemed that it was a node connecting reality and alien space. When opened, it might be a bright, mysterious and magnificent palace of gods, or perhaps
It is a dark, humid, hypoxic deep-sea palace.
Whether it's a tentacled monster with snarling teeth or claws behind it, or a stunningly beautiful supreme god, Duck wants to give it a try.
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After all, the remaining sanity in the brain was gradually disappearing under the guidance of "Thunder Page"'s words. Slowly and uncontrollably moving, Dak discovered that the door was becoming bigger and bigger and more powerful.
The sense of oppression made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
After an unknown amount of time, his trembling hands were placed on the metal handle.
Breathing heavily, Dark struggled in his heart for the last time. He knew that by choosing "magic", from this moment on, a series of fates would guide him in an extraordinary direction. From then on, his humanity would gradually decrease.
, his extraordinary nature will gradually increase. Perhaps, he will become a god in the future, or he may completely become a monster without consciousness and only knows how to kill.
If he chooses "steam", his magical power will gradually be replaced by steam machinery, and his humanity will be retained forever. His limited life may prevent him from looking for the shadow of "Pramini". He may spend his whole life looking for water
Buoyant, even if the body is transformed into a machine and reaches the realm of cyberpunk, it will only prolong this painful journey.
Just when he was still struggling, "Lei Ye"'s deep voice ordered him to make his final choice:
"Open it!"
At the same time, a cold gun muzzle pressed against the back of his neck, forcing him to make the final choice.
"Magic, I choose magic! I want to explore 'Plamini', I want to contact the gods!"
Duck roared and cried, freely venting the suppressed pain in his wandering and adventurous life in the past few years.
His hands no longer trembled, a few streaks of thick scarlet flashed through his gray eyes, and traces of blood oozed from the corners of his clenched teeth.
Immediately afterwards, he made up his mind, summoned up the courage, and pushed open the iron door!
Zi——————
A harsh buzzing sound passed through his ears, and the bright light almost pierced his corneas.
After all the stimulation to the senses around him was over, Duck looked at the scene in front of him with a look of disbelief on his face.
The midday sun shines gently on the pedestrian road not far away, and there is a pleasant sound from the tributary of the slow-flowing North Mamous River. The hustle and bustle of the market in the commercial district is endless, and cars and mechanical chariots are heard overhead from time to time.
The sound of speeding.
Outside is a small artificial balcony, which is used for putting on clothes, watching the river scenery, placing potted plants and other daily uses.
This balcony belongs to the merchants and civilians on the streets of the Burning Area. In the wasteland world, they have to operate all day long, or work late at night in factories facing dangers and poisons, in exchange for meager wages that are far lower than the value created.
.
Some workers produce special firearms for federal factories to fight against "careless people" and the lost, such as the "special" series of rifles. Most of the materials are ores containing magic power and plants contaminated by the blood of "careless people". Long-term exposure
These raw materials, even if protected, will accumulate "sad" in the body, and eventually the mind will become confused and collapse.
The most serious cases are either lying on the street with no one paying attention, or turning into "unintentional people" and lost persons, and are executed by the Binglin City Security Team directly under the control of the Federal Strategic Group, and all personal belongings are confiscated in accordance with federal law.
Usually, these workers can only work for five years before they must apply to join the local corps and go to the front line to fight. Therefore, in the wasteland world, at least in the Crusted Federation, this twisted journey of human beings from birth to death will not exceed
35 years.
Physical torture and mental repression will always make them try to escape from the shackles of the wasteland world, but as long as they stand here, in this small piece of pure land under the bridge across the river, look up at the city's night view with dots of brilliance, and feel the proximity of the river
When the gentle breeze blows, they will feel unprecedented and transcendent happiness.
"I think you must be shocked and disappointed. Yes, I said that 'door' only represents an attitude and a choice, and does not have much practical significance. A few years ago, I had the honor to read Zine
A letter from Natasha, the only professional [Goddess of Love] in the empire and a woman from the Church of the Lost." "Thunder Page"'s tone softened, she put away her pistol and looked at the river, as if she had also integrated herself into this world.
In a small piece of peaceful heaven and earth.
"What...is the content of the letter?" Duck was curious and asked while holding on to the iron railing to calm down.
"Before she died, she met a young man with enough power to astound her, and asked that man the questions I asked you. It's just a pity that even under the threat of a pistol, he refused to choose to join the 'Magic
', chose steam. But do you know, Dak?" "Lei Ye" turned to look at Dak and said.
"Human beings cannot contact gods and cannot obtain high-level orders. All they can do is ask for things from nature, build a technological empire, destroy the soil on which the magic power depends on survival, and then kill gods. Regardless of whether they are superpowers
They are still the lost ones. They are actually the favored children of the gods, so they have enough power to change the world."
"By the way, the young man Natasha met has this kind of power that transcends gods. If I remember correctly, it's called 'red magic source power'."
"Red magic source power?" Dak said in surprise.
The gray dream in my mind that was originally covered by a veil gradually began to become clearer. Yes, the mysterious man who called himself "Echoer" in the dream seemed to have said that it was the power that summoned him to the dreamland, "
Red magic source power".
"Have you ever understood this kind of power?" "Thunder Page" was a little surprised and stared at Dak.
"It's true that I haven't... taken the initiative to come into contact with it." Dak shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the sudden dizziness, "In my dreams... I heard this word occasionally."
"Dream?" "Lei Ye" chuckled:
"The dream is either a true reflection of the secret buried deep in your heart, or an event that you encountered a long time ago that you didn't care about at the time. No matter what the situation is, I want to warn you, Duck, don't try to accept it.
A mysterious and dangerous thing, the red magic source power has been passed down for countless generations, and the evil and corrupt forces have long had the upper hand. The ancient god of the deep sea, Dipser, once gave it the 'riddle-like tentacles in the dark night'."
"In the middle of the second era, the leader of our chaos group, 'Bloodmo', owned it. He was bewitched by the darkness from the deep sea, hid his figure, and controlled the tentacles to kill the three emperors at that time, Nicholas I and Peter III.
, August II. Crusted’s empire fell into thirty years of turmoil and became torn apart.”
"And the purpose of the 'Bloodmoon' is nothing more than to obtain the sacred weapon that they control that played a decisive role in the ancient war with the Dragon Clan - the 'Ice Song Pestle', so as to break through the 4th level: the shackles of hope and reach the 3rd level.
:Fight, one step closer to the demigod. Do you know what this is? Dark."
"Desire?" Duck tried to answer.
"No, it's not enough to describe his behavior." "Lei Ye" said, suddenly gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and then said as if oozing out from between his teeth:
"Yes, stupid greed!!!"
"He thinks that with his own power, he can come and go freely, trample all laws and rules, easily fool and obliterate others. With the help of the darkness in his heart, he takes the actions of thieves, robbers, evil spirits, devils and Satan to satisfy his desires."
"It's hard to calm down, Ms. Thunder Page." Duck agreed.
"Of course, he is the kind of scum who only has his eyes and heart focused on greed, shedding innocent people's blood, and committing oppression and rape." When his desires expand to the extreme, the imbalance of power reaches the edge of collapse, and the sharp blade of sanctions will fall.
Just like the Sword of Damocles, the turmoil ended, and the 'Short-lived Yin Fan' who succeeded the throne as a nobleman ended him." "Lei Ye" said with an exaggerated smile on his face:
"Hahaha... He swelled, yes, swelled. He forgot the instructions of the 'Chaos Group': 'Explore with caution, approach with slowness, and hide when known.' He chose to brazenly assassinate a
The emperor who returned victoriously with wisdom, strength, tolerance, determination, calmness and omniscience fell into a trap and was bound by the gray mist."