"Era one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine: The bell of reincarnation has sounded, and the fate of the future has already been determined. What the Lord said, what the Creator said, are just following the original 'principles' of this world.
This is a crazy dream composed of cruelty, evil, insidiousness, malice, death, tragedy and fear. The grass will wither, the flowers will wither, the iron will rust, and people will eventually die. When things that cannot be observed become commonplace, when light
When the object of praise becomes worthless, the world has reached the so-called end of reincarnation." - "The Secret Book"
"If I remember correctly...if I remember correctly, this is...the penultimate of this astonishing and ordinary thing...Chapter 2. In the words of the Khitanese, it is the grand finale of all the divine words.
"A voice that was a mixture of richness and tenderness, with a strong hoarse feeling, said in a weak voice that was not very continuous.
"That's right, but I heard that this book is very famous in your world and is an excellent best-seller. If it were in our world, I'm afraid no one would be interested. In our world, people only care about
Money and interests." Another slightly normal voice with a youthful and immature voice responded:
"Tall buildings and airplanes not created by magic have accelerated the pace of urban development. People no longer care about anything slow and incomprehensible in rock music and short videos. Spaceships can go out of space and land on nearby planets. Physicists
He is studying the 'God's Rules' which are more mysterious than magic.
"People desire that what they pay at this moment can be reaped immediately at the next moment. Any delayed information is a manifestation of evil. Naturally, in such a fast pace, many people will quickly lose themselves and no longer have the ability to read so profoundly.
A literary work that needs careful analysis."
"So... your world... is really miserable." The hoarse, weak voice continued.
"But the scientists in my world... any small topic they study at random is a grand project that Ivan 22's team cannot achieve despite their lifetime efforts. Of course, I believe that if Ivan 22
The Twelve Generations were not blinded by the fate of an empire destined to collapse. If we think about the problem from a higher perspective of the Crusad nation or mankind, perhaps the disaster will not come with such rapid development and technological prosperity.
, will also come to this planet. Am I right? 'The Lord of Eternal Red'." The young man asked.
silence.
What followed was a long night of silence like this dark, tragic and helpless wasteland, until the slow and shocking sound of treading water echoed in the empty, dark, and humid environment, known as the "Eternal Red Lord"
"The creature sighed slowly, and using its body that was riddled with holes but still lingering, a trace of the fire-type magic power belonging to the gods poured out, and the fire-type magic power on the wall of the underground palace hall, which was not spacious, was poured out.
Several dilapidated hanging lamps carved with double-headed eagles were lit.
Suddenly, a candle-like flame rose, swaying with a mixture of blue and dim colors.
And reflected in the firelight was a sleepy face.
Black hair, black eyes, oval face, very thin.
The young man's eyes were bloodshot, like a migrant worker who had stayed up late for many years, without any extra human vitality.
Even though thirty years have passed, his upper body is still wearing the silver-white guard uniform that was stained with some chemicals that are difficult to clean when he fought against the Zine Empire Crown Prince Ivant. It's just that this time, the one on his chest
The medal of "Long Sword and Hammer" has long been turned into a puddle of brown powder, and the "Sogra City Resident Certificate" in the jacket pocket to confirm his identity has long been lost and has disappeared.
That's right, he is the tragic worker who was summoned to this wasteland world because of the "Singing of Machinery" ritual, the poor question writer who failed to get ashore four times after taking the postgraduate entrance examination, the sad time traveler who was almost completely taken away by the natives, and
, the only [Order] chosen by the gods and all forces, who dares to kill gods, and who is driven by fate to discover the secrets of saving the wasteland.
Wright Sugar!
However, as the 15th god "Eternal Red Lord", although at this moment his body is bound in this silent place that is about to be infected by the noise, he still maintains a trace of arrogance and condescension belonging to the gods.
I have never heard of Wright's name in the so-called "Roster of Gods of the Creator", let alone the title of "Responder" in the "Principles" established by the Creator.
Therefore, even if Wright Sogra at this moment has killed gods, has the power of the former deep sea giant Dipser, and has the power of all the successors of the red magic source power, the Lord of Eternal Red is still unwilling to be "absolutely equal" with him
communication”.
After thinking for more than half a minute, the Lord of Yongchi did not directly answer Wright's question. Instead, he endured the pain like a blade cutting with difficulty, turned his head, and looked at the distant place under the faint blue light.
He walked out of the huge broken stone door covered with dust and asked:
"Before you completely fall into a long slumber, have you read... the last paragraph of "The Secret Book"?"
"Is it the period of the 2000th Era, also called the 'Last Reincarnation Era' by theologians?" Wright asked.
"Of course." The Lord of Yongchi nodded with difficulty and said:
"It's really rare that you have such vitality just after waking up. But I hope that after a long period of sleep, you will not lose all the memories you have acquired. Information is also advocated by gods like us.
Something important.
"Effective information will bring you one step closer to the mysterious power of the Creator, and you will have more hope of coming into contact with the supreme mysteries of the universe in your limited life as a god. But...'lost information' and 'unknown information' will bring
Come disaster...and death."
"Don't worry about this, Lord of Eternal Red. Because of this, I was almost buried in Evante's 'Fire of Heaven's Punishment'. I turned into an ancient dragon that could not control my body, and tragically slept here for nearly thirty years.
"I won't make a second mistake again." Wright said, with a hint of anger and determination in his voice.
He walked up to the body of the "Eternal Red Lord" that was almost completely connected to the abandoned ruins behind it, and stroked the limbs and torso that had long been turned into plant vines, and his extremely beautiful face with a head of red hair.
The handsome faces looked at each other for a few seconds, then quickly shifted their gaze to the side and continued:
"Era Two Thousand: Everything will end, everything will end, everything will still end. The Creator has not set a vicious curse or endless anger on his most beloved planet and the continent that covers it. He wants to be in the world
The lives in it can get rid of magic, the past, ignorance and the fate of fighting, step by step towards the deepest stars, and help the universe dig out this mysterious and unpredictable nightmare.
"But life will always lead to the same fate inadvertently. This world has also become a terrible hell filled with reincarnations one after another. The immortal will eventually turn into dust, and then become immortal again. The grass and trees will also turn into ashes and then become immortal again.
Grass and trees are born. The dark night is reborn, the light fades forever, the long night has arrived, and the cold winter is approaching. This territory will eventually turn into a dark and empty black cave, waiting for new life to be born again in the explosion."
"So, 'Echoer' Wright, do you think the current world is a black cave, or the age of fire before life was rekindled?" The Lord of Eternal Red raised his head slightly with a blade-like smile and asked Wright.
"My words..." Wright paused and then said:
"I just think it's the light before dawn."
"Dawn? Haha." The Lord of Yongchi sneered.
"In the hundreds of billions of human reincarnations in the past, human beings have never experienced such a long era of darkness and silence. The Wasteland Era, or the 'New Era Crisis', is more like the Creator with the help of countless preliminaries.
A coincidence of setting, the longest warning to mankind." Wright replied.
"Interesting, please go on."
"After the steam age begins, the speed of human technological progress will increase exponentially. The technological progress that took thousands of years to achieve in the past will only take a hundred years in this era, while the so-called 'electrical age' only takes thirty
Years, it will only take 5-10 years to wait until the fantasy 'Era of Stars'." Based on what he had seen in the previous world, Wright replied:
"Human morality and will cannot keep up with the rapid development of science and technology, and ambitions and desires will expand infinitely. When desires reach their limits, war will come. This is the true cause of human destruction in countless reincarnations in the past.
reason.
"But the emergence of the Wasteland Era has pressed the pause button for humankind's madness. The initial 'New Yuan Crisis' eliminated a group of people with poor physical fitness. The first two hundred years of stronghold reconstruction eliminated a group of stupid people. The following hundred years
The evil and violent group were eliminated in the year, and now, the arrogant and profit-oriented group will be eliminated."
"Your thinking is getting closer to the creator of this world and has already touched the realm of being close to God. Please continue." The Lord of Yongchi's words were a little more polite.
"So, this is an era of dawn before dawn. When the scarlet blood splashes in the holy angel territory, the cold and darkness will be driven away by the supreme faith. Lord of Eternal Red, do you know? Since I came from yesterday
After I completely woke up from the gray dream, my hearing, vision, touch and other senses have become very sensitive." Wright stretched out the six crocodile tail-like "secret touches" that could not be withdrawn from his back.
, took a deep breath, raised his head and smiled:
"Listen, that's the sound of artillery fire. The Crusaders you protected are finally discovering this place."