Echoes of the Wasteland Chapter 42 Raleye's Evening Prayer "This party is about to begin, Say." Luo Nie opened the cuffs of his old black cotton coat and looked at the time through his stained watch.
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"Well, brother, it's 12:26, and there are still three minutes left. We have finally caught up." Sai nodded and said in a low voice in the noisy environment:
"If we can't make it, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it to the auction two days later. That old Cruz German mask, brother."
"Well, I will watch here carefully, and I will record any information about the mask in detail. You know, mechanical bodies are good at recording known information. What we lack is inspiration for unknown things.
, and the creation of things that don’t exist.” Luo Nie nodded, looking cautiously and seriously at the center of the stage where a huge clock hung.
Accompanied by the complicated chatter in his ears, which included the dialects of various parts of the Zine Empire and the common language of the Western Continent, Wright chose a railing in the corner of the ring stand on the second floor.
There were only a few people there who appeared to be local residents of Sudani Town, except for a few people wearing silver-white tops and military green coats, who looked like soldiers coming from the city of Sugra.
After all, among those fanatical losers and supernatural beings, those young men in their twenties and thirties looked much calmer and were not affected by the atmosphere of the scene.
Moreover, when he was at the Sunida Telegraph Station, the eldest brother named Hit had warned Ronie that he needed to give trust to the soldiers. The education those people received on a daily basis was mostly focused on moral requirements and protecting the people of the empire. By their side, Ronie
A warm sense of security naturally arises from the bottom of my heart.
After all, in the entire noisy hall filled with almost a thousand people of various races, Luo Nie felt a "sorrow" that penetrated deeply into his spirit.
It is an emotion intertwined with death, evil, weirdness and nightmare.
As the time slowly approached half past twelve, the inexplicable feeling became stronger, and Luo Nie felt the inexplicable power spreading in this noisy and fanatical atmosphere.
until……
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...
The ringing sound was crisp and clear, like church bells at dawn, spreading from the center of the stage to the surrounding three-dimensional space.
If it were noon in the day, Luo Nie would definitely feel the peace and tranquility deep in the spiritual world, as if the Lord and the Goddess of Light, whom most people trust, had descended into the world and were comforting and encouraging the struggling humans in the wasteland to move towards the light.
But such a crisp sound, like the tapping of copper utensils, echoed in this strange venue that was dark, dark, and filled with the dark red light of gas lamps, and it actually made Luo Nie feel the ultimate fear.
"Ladies and gentlemen, on this crimson night full of dark night, let us enjoy our carnival in the unheralded town of Sunida."
A sharp and unusual sound came from the center of the prototype stage.
As the surrounding light dimmed rapidly, a white light shone on a narrow area in the center of the stage, like an angel's holy light falling in the darkness.
Luo Nie raised his head and looked solemnly. The source of the voice was a clown dressed in festive red and white colors. His face was covered with colorful paint, and a bright red ball hung on his nose.
In his hand he held a green cane that was extremely inconsistent with his identity.
Then, after rolling around on the smooth wooden floor, he broke his cane and threw it into the air.
Amid the surprise and cheers of the audience, the cane disappeared out of thin air at the top of the stage near the clock. Instead, several bright flowers that were rare in the wasteland appeared in the clown's hand.
Then, an inexplicable black power surged out of his hands, which only Luo Nie and a few other fans of the magic source could see, and completely enveloped the flower.
The flowers first turned into the ultimate pure black color, and then they began to burst into flames.
Then, the clown threw the flowers into the air with a weird smile.
After the bright flames turned the flowers into pure bright red, the flames surrounding the flowers actually formed a ring with a dim yellow color.
As those flowers passed through the ring, they began to gradually expand outward and swell, forming a bright red flower made of flames that belonged to hell.
"Brother Luo Nie, I feel a little uncomfortable, as if someone is strangling my neck." Sai looked away from the clown, threw himself into Luo Nie's arms and said with a pained expression.
"Shang, that is the ultimate sorrow. In addition, there is the power of dark magic, and an indescribable mysterious power that goes into the bone marrow. That clown may have a sequence monster in his hands. I believe that today's scene
The party is unusual. Sai," Luo Nie lowered his head, stroked Sai's forehead and comforted:
"If you can't bear it, just tell me. We can find another way to find out the secret of the mask, or we can simply save two days and go to Silent Highlands early to meet up with your brothers and sisters from the Tenyin Sect. We won't stay here anymore."
"No, I can persist." Sai shook his head, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes due to pain and said:
"I can feel a painful force lingering around us. It seems to be a product of the underworld, but I must accompany you, brother. You are looking for gods. I know that the breath on the mask belongs to the order monster. I am
Sister Natasha has heard some legends about using monsters to communicate with gods. Besides, isn't that mask related to the 'hairball' monster? If it's half of it, it must be of no use to my brother."
"Then just hold on, alas. If it weren't for the god in the highlands, if it wasn't for the items at the auction, if it wasn't for discovering the [Order] mentioned by Natasha and the secrets about George's influence on the city, if it wasn't for
With that wisdom sequence core, I will not put myself and your child in such a dangerous environment." Luo Jie choked and said to herself:
"This silent wasteland world has spent more than five hundred years of its life, but no one thinks about how to end it or create a better world. Only those lost people who drive careless people for profit,
There are also selfish human beings who allow their compatriots to be turned into careless people. Perhaps, this world needs someone to dedicate and someone to sacrifice themselves.",
Just as Luo Nie was muttering to himself in a low voice, the clown on the stage at the end of his view had completed the first stage of his performance.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hands covered with oil paint and threw a handful of white ashes into the air. The flowers of the other side formed by the flames disappeared in an instant, replaced by the clown's sharper voice.
"In the eternal mansion R'lyeh, the sleeping Cthulhu is waiting for your dreams. Ladies and gentlemen, the flower of the other side must have touched the painful feelings deep in your hearts. Please do not doubt it, and do not
Excessively falling into sadness. This is a normal phenomenon at this party. However, one thing I need to remind you is," the clown smiled and turned somersaults in the center of the stage and said:
"If you faint during this party, you will not be able to obtain the special number plate for the auction. As we all know, the proceeds from the auction will be dedicated to the guardian of the eternal night, the creator of the core of hope, to fight against the scorching
The guardian, and the leader who guides the lost. It is the Order 2 god who is awakening from his long sleep - the Lord of the Night. Similarly, all items in this auction will be controlled at completely low prices. However,
, it needs those who have passed the test of the dark night.”
Along with the clown's sharp laughter, the incandescent light in the center of the stage completely disappeared.
Then, after a continuous rotation of gears with slight vibrations, the dark red light that appeared before appeared in the center of the stage, as if blood was flowing.
At the same time, a deep piano sound burst out from the corner. In less than half a minute, the deep and strange sound that made people feel trembling, fear, loss and horror spread throughout "Laleye Night".
"Prayer" meeting place.
In this strange and dim environment, Luo Nie was surging with the invisible light green magic power in his body.
As the light blue light in his eyes was replaced by light green, he finally relaxed from the loss and slightly desperate atmosphere just now.
He covered Sai's ears and looked around at the surrounding environment that gradually became quiet amid the low and terrifying sound of the piano.
"This is an attack of spiritual power. First, the clown uses the dark magic power to form a force field, or a hint. Then he uses a black atmosphere and the underlying piano sound to arouse emotions. If he still doesn't collapse under the pressure of both physical and mental
If so, are they qualified to see those weirder monster auction items? Maybe this is their purpose." Luo Nie secretly analyzed.
Immediately afterwards, he discovered that in the viewing area on the first floor at the bottom, many aristocratic people wearing luxurious tuxedos and black gauze dresses were being dragged away by several unknown people in suits and ties.
Maybe those nobles just have some natural resources and status in this world, and they don't really have the ability to resist darkness and despair. Maybe when the dark night comes, they will be the first rebels to betray the ordinary people in the empire.
Luo Nie shook her head and despised them in her heart.
Then, those "performers" wearing dark clothes and carrying weird special performance equipment began to take the stage one after another.
The first person to take the stage was a woman about 1.6 meters tall. She took gentle steps and showed off her graceful dancing posture.
Her upper body was covered with black and cyan feathers, and every time she waved her hand or stepped out of her pure ankles, she would deliberately shake them to show her unique charm.
In addition to a light black silk skirt, the lower part of her body also hung a scorpion-like tail made of bones.
As her body twisted, there was a "squeaking" sound on the ground as it rubbed against the floor.
"This kind of dance can cross racial boundaries, but it cannot contact the underworld." Luo Nie complained in a low voice.
However, immediately after, as the first "soft" music played and the second rapid piano sound came, another man in a white robe came to the center of the dark red stage.
He first moved forward quickly with gentle steps, and then waved his hands upward, as if he was shouting some kind of cry from the soul to the Creator.
Immediately afterwards, he first raised his head and let out a howl like a beast, and then waved his hands helplessly up and down, as if fighting against some mysterious force that dragged him into the darkness.
Then a low whine and growl came from his throat, like a wounded bird or a dying beast.
He quickly walked around helplessly, and finally, he fell to his knees with a "thud", muttering in his mouth a branch of the ancient Krust German language used for divination.
"O sleeper."
"O sleeping man."
"O confused man."
"Pray for the blessing of the dark night."
"Pray for God's blessing."
"The ancient mystery awaits you at the end."
"The Lord of the Night is waiting for you in dreams."
"Everything dim is not the end."
"The sleeping girl is waiting for your dreams."
"Mechanical!"
"Paradise!"
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The low divination language made Luo Nie suddenly feel that his body seemed to be filled with some kind of gas. At this moment, he actually felt a swelling and pain in his head, chest, abdomen and hands, and a feeling of exploding outwards.
He took a long breath, holding Sai who was crying and shaking with his left hand, and struggling with his right hand on the railing that was stained with dark red blood.
He felt that a huge beast that grew in the dark deep sea was emerging in his spiritual realm. With the roar of thunder and lightning and the constant surging of the waves, his body was being messed up and torn apart by some unknown power that might belong to the gods.
Cracked until...
"Sir, sir?" A soft male voice with a touch of briskness came from Luo Nie's ear.
After all the hallucinations in his mind dissipated, he held Sayi and looked up at the surrounding dance hall.
At some point, those dark red lights were replaced by ordinary gas lights, and all the actors in the center of the stage also left the stage. In addition to carrying the fainted humans or lost people like objects, the "staff" in suits and leather suits also
Ask one by one the "human beings" who are either standing or lying struggling in the spiritual world.
"Are you okay?" The voice reached Luo Nie's ears again.
"I, uh, it's okay." Luo Nie shook her head, and immediately felt that the oppressive atmosphere completely dissipated, those low whispers and murmurs completely disappeared, and the world returned to normal.
"This is a reward for you and your children to participate in the 'Raleye Evening Prayer'. Special auction entry number plates. Your two numbers are 56 and 57, given to you. Oh, by the way, the person in charge of this auction
I noticed that you are a semi-conscious person watching the show on the second floor. You can now put forward a condition worth no more than S$50, and we will satisfy you in time." The "staff" in a suit asked with a smile.
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"Uh, I need some materials for making a heraldry, okay? If you can provide it, I don't need to go to the underground market to buy it." Luo Nie rubbed the deep emblem hanging on a silver chain that appeared in his hand at some point.
red pendant, said.
"Of course, please put it forward and don't forget the address." The man said with a respectful smile.
"I need twisted tentacles, plant entrails, bright red fruits, condensed blood, and a copper vessel that can condense scarlet and white, requiring steam and heat. Hmm... Send it to No. 56 on the top floor of Hotel No. 1156
Room." Luo held his chin and recalled the formula given by the false god.
"I understand, the tentacles of the deep-sea octopus, the heart of the twisted tree, the fruit of the wolf's heart, the blood of the lost in despair, the burning liquid of the heartless, and the hexagonal name from the mysterious power of the East.
The copper utensils of the 'Top of Flame', right?" the "staff member" recounted.
"Probably...right." Luo Nie nodded, a little confused.