It’s 3:30 in the morning on March 13, 557th year of the New Lunar Calendar.
Cruz de Federation, Binglin Province, Xinfeng Town, New Street in the Town, Charles XII Square.
"By the way, do you believe in gods, Wulfya?" Molun rubbed his hands, exhaled under the biting cold wind of the last Crusted, and asked curiously in a slightly trembling voice.
It is late at night, and there are still three hours before residents here can see the first ray of morning light from the horizon. In another six hours, a series of important activities belonging to the "Wind Spring Festival" will begin.
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong and not leave an unpleasant experience for the few big figures who came from the capital, Molun had to call in a few small buildings that had been used to repair the damage caused to the administrative center building by "Future" and "Wind Mine" in the past few days.
The tower crane is used to perform the final reinforcement of the huge ancient statue in front of you.
Under the light of several temporarily modified large searchlights, the various scars on Molun's face seemed to have escaped into a mysterious realm of holiness and darkness, appearing bloodless and pale in the abnormally bright and gloomy environment.
However, his comrades-in-arms Wulfya and Darkin standing next to him were enveloped in mostly dark illusions, and seemed quite normal in the dark night.
After witnessing that the last corner of the huge statue's head had been completely repaired, Wulfya put out the cigarette made of "mixed night scented plants" in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he patted Morun's shoulder with his big hand and spoke with a voice as thick as a rock.
replied:
"To be honest, from the bottom of my heart, I don't believe in these messy things. As for my attitude towards God, I hope she exists. I can also use this to comfort those who have a mental breakdown, but I will never do it for
Crazy."
"A rational... atheist?" Molun tilted his head in affirmation and smiled approvingly:
"Indeed, pure humans like you are rare anymore. This problem actually not only troubles those of us in the wasteland era, but also drives the clergy of the human era and the steam era into insanity.
"To be honest, in my short life of thirty or forty years, I have never seen a god, not even a sane person who claims to have seen a god.
"If they really exist, or uphold compassion and compassion, or are supporters of chaos and cruelty, then they will either listen to the prayers of believers and appear, or they will come out of the human subconscious and appear as truly embodied entities.
In front of us, save us and end this meaningless war that has lasted for hundreds of years.
"But so far, I still don't know when the war will end, and where the killing and death will completely end. We Crusted have indeed mastered the offensive methods that can achieve decisive victory on local battlefields, but seeing that long wisp of
The dawn in the night is still a luxury hope."
"What's wrong, my brother Morun, why are you so pessimistic all of a sudden? Are you scared by the two "Master" boys a few days ago? Haha!" Wulfya patted Morun on the back.
Immediately he breathed a sigh of relief, restrained his smile and said:
"However, in my opinion, if gods really exist, then my attitude may be closer to that of the Khitanris. In the cultural history of the East, the sequential gods they added are mostly great humans with strength and morality.
, they do not raise idle gods. If their needs and prayers are not answered, they will turn to new gods until their wishes are fulfilled.
"Even if...gods really exist, I prefer to believe that they are humanoid or non-humanoid creatures that condense the energy of the Creator, nature or the universe. They are indeed powerful and extraordinary enough, but they are not mysterious or scary.
"The mission of the Federation [Fighters] is to fight, and the mission of our generation of humans is to restore order and usher in what Vasily calls the "Restart Era."
"Is it just like what is said in "Call of the Wind": "With your heart as your life, your feet walking for eternity, you will become a god by yourself."?" Molun asked.
Seeing that Wovya did not answer with words, but nodded firmly, Morun showed a rare understanding smile, and then he stepped back a few steps, pulling Wovya and Dak to look up at the light.
The huge illuminated statue introduced:
"Look, the one on the far left is the demigod [prophet] Wendis who created "Call of the Wind". As a demigod, she really knows how to give...
A way of hope for believers. Her statue is not as sacred and inhuman as those made for the Lord and her slaves in the church, nor is it as terrifying as those weird and twisted people made for the old gods. No matter who
From the looks of it, the statue of Wendys is an ordinary, cute, sunny and cheerful boy with a sweet smile."
"Indeed." Wulfya nodded and said:
"And in my opinion, she was not portrayed as a gorgeously dressed Crusted court noble, but rather as a simple young man playing happily in the countryside. I guess this may contain a hidden message that the builder of the statue wanted to convey.
.”
"Ordinary, primitive, as free as the wind?" Duck interjected, standing behind the two of them, looking up at the sculpture.
"That's right, and compared with the tall, decent, dignified statue of Charles XII next to it and our warrior, the strong and brave Winguts, it seems more like they are placed together to neutralize the murderous atmosphere that belongs to the war years."
Mollen further explained:
"By the way, the original sculptures have actually been contaminated by the so-called gods, monsters and extraordinary powers of the past, and have been contaminated by the burning fluid of "unintentional people" over the past few hundred years. They are no longer suitable for display in the square.
These are all one-to-one replicas for the big shots and Patriarch Onufo to see."
"Why?" Wulfya and Dak asked simultaneously:
"The original sculpture has a kind of magical power that makes people forget. It may be a magnetic field, or it may be a simple magic power skill. In short, anyone who is close to the sculpture will gradually forget the things from the present to the past. Only
Only when you leave there can you recover slowly.
"Under these conditions, even if you wear a lead metal shell and operate it remotely with a crane, you cannot worship in the ceremony of "praying to the wind", which people here call simply "wind prayer". During the "Spring of Wind" festival
The most important thing is to pray to the demigods, warriors and old emperors, and kiss their ankles in exchange for good blessings. Just like you, especially Dak." Molun explained, turned his head and hugged Dak's shoulders, and continued:
"You have to go north to find the gods related to "Plamini" and the "Echoer" who is called the evil god by "Wind Mine". I think you are not her believer, nor are you trying to see the gods in exchange for powerful power, but
It’s for a better future, an agreement, and your own answer, right?
"As for the deeper answers related to the times, or the debate about the "Evolution Platform", I think you can definitely look at the development of things first. I still stick to my argument. I think Lord Vasily is not wrong, "World
There is nothing wrong with the restart of the "Energy Evolution Platform".
"The end of the wasteland world, the reconstruction of order and the beginning of a new era require continuous sacrifices. Even if he ends up becoming a devil in people's mouth, as long as the restart era comes, we will use the power of the sun to make potions or instruments to purify Wuxin."
If there is a possibility of human virus, then everything we do for the future will be worth it.”
"The future?" Duck looked up at the starry night sky and said with a smile:
"Indeed, it is for a future, a promise and an "answer related to alien monsters"."
"By the way, Morun." Wulfya interrupted Dark's imagination and Morun's emotion, opened his sleeves, revealed the blue fluorescent mechanical watch that previously belonged to "Yinmin", and pointed at the hour hand.
said:
"It's late, it's almost 4 o'clock. I'm sorry, Brother Moran, we have to leave for the north. You also know that I no longer want to have anything to do with the big shots in the capital until I have enough results on "Plamini".
Related. Besides, for Dak and I, now is not the time to celebrate any existence."
"Okay, I won't see you off." Molun sighed, suppressing his reluctance to say goodbye, and said regretfully:
"I'm afraid this trip to the north will take at least a year. The situation of the war is not absolutely clear yet. At least until all the "evolution platforms" are found, we won't have a chance to meet again. I...I will send someone to your "
There is some food, ammunition and gasoline behind the "Rock" mechanical combat vehicle, as well as two improved versions of the "Sunflower" rocket launcher and the "Hyacinth-modified" small hand cannon, which can deal with ordinary "unintentional people" and "alien monsters" with ease.
Already."
"Let's go, brother." Wulfya choked with sobs. After hugging Molun tightly, he pulled Duck towards the corner of Charles XII Square, accompanied by the engine.
"whimpering", heading towards the K-I0 highway to the north of the town.
Accompanied by a faint ray of light, a weak light emerged from the eastern horizon. Standing at the highest point around the town square and above the church in the center of the town, the blond and semi-lost boy Luo Ka put away the trace of loss that aroused from the scene and touched him.
Standing next to him was a Krusted blue cat with a dark blue body and a hint of pure black on the chin. He looked straight ahead and said in a high-pitched young boy's voice:
"Nahaka, you see, Brother Dak has finally set off to the ice and snow realm. He is very powerful. When he was a monster, he could hurt the "Ice Blade" brother with one blow. Even though he lost most of his power when he was a monster.
The memory is still as powerful as the "predator in the ice and snow".
"Oh, it's just a pity that until now he hasn't discovered the gift I gave him that time beside the railway. Tell me, Nahaka, does it really mean that he can only experience extreme pain or awaken the dusty beastiality in his body?
Can I get the "blessing" of a gift?"
"Perhaps." The Krusted blue cat known as Nahaka raised its big and sharp ears, jumped on Lorca's shoulder with light steps, and replied:
"Pain and bestiality can inspire the desire for survival, and the desire to fight that they inspire together can completely integrate the monster attributes and the residual power of the gods into his blood. Dark may really be the apostle selected by the Lord of the Night. Resistance
Vasily, who is close to madness, and those damn "Evolution Stages", maybe it's just him, and the so-called evil god "Echoer"."
"Yes, Nahaka." Luo Ka sighed softly and said:
"I originally wanted to force him to join the "Chaos Group" and work hard for the supreme ideal of resisting Crusted. But now all this is impossible. He has been recognized by the "Chaos" group and has embarked on the journey of【
The career path of "Instigator of Chaos". In other words, whenever something unexpected happens to Brother "Ice Blade", according to our ancient rules, he will be our only leader candidate."
"So..." Nahaka leaned into Loka's ear and whispered:
"Want to follow in Dak's footsteps? Observe him, monitor him, understand him, and at some point, completely control him?"
"Hmm... This is not an option. Speaking of which... I really want to see the so-called dragon behind the wind wall. I heard that the pseudo-dragon in the capital city of Sener Prison has awakened, and the real dragon has resonated with it.
, it’s time to usher in the fate of breaking out of the cocoon, right?”
As Luo Ka's words dissipated in the sky above Xinfeng Town, a warm breeze of spring blew by, and the darkest dawn still did not usher in a complete dawn.
However, against the subtle red light and morning glow of the huge reddish sun, wearing a brand-new thick army green cotton-padded coat and carrying a brand-new khaki military backpack, Luo Nie dressed as a Crusader traveler habitually
He touched the silver-white "Crazy Bear" pistol that had been repaired on his waist, and stopped in front of the classical-style wooden gate of the town.
With sapphire-like eyes, he reluctantly looked back at the back of Xinfeng Town. Facing the increasingly warm spring wind, he stretched his waist and walked quickly toward the main road that had lost much snow and showed a little green.