"Break through his skin, muscles, and bones? I simply can't do it with my current strength! His skin is so thick, like solid leather on steel, and I can feel his recovery ability
It's quite powerful. As long as the surrounding 'Sorrow' and 'Ancient Power' don't dissipate, it will be difficult for me to destroy the body of 'Plamini's Sorrow' at a rate that can keep up with its recovery speed."
Wright turned his back to "Future", clasped his red hands, stared intently at "Plamini's Sorrow" which was slowly rising again in front of him, and said:
"If you talk about cutting off its limbs, maybe you can. But, in the future, can you recall more specific content? For example, how to cut off its limbs, and what should you pay attention to when attacking it?
"
"It seems... there is." "Future" forcibly suppressed his heart that was beating faster and faster, and the pain that gradually spread from his chest to his limbs. He quietly wiped away the nosebleeds that were gurgling like a stream, and continued to activate "Old Memory Vision"
"See", read and synchronize the information in the memory:
""Guide to Existing Monsters in Hongdang Area"... Page 284, 'Plamini's Ax'... No, it should be 'Plamini's Sorrow'. Yes, it is here. The function of 'Breath of Mutation'
, making those brains and nerves extremely sensitive and fragile. As soon as external attacks arrive, it will die again.
"However, the four limbs actually present four completely different states, trees, steel, beasts and humans. They represent the entire steam age. According to the [soldiers] of the Federal Council's Northern Defense Corps stationed here, they once
I saw a humanoid monster outside the 'Wind Wall' guarding the 'Red Fantasy Ruins'."
"Humanoid monster?" Wright asked curiously, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
"Yes, that humanoid monster has eight tentacles like a crocodile tail. It is as tall as the federal soldiers. It has a red halo on its body, its eyes are scarlet, and it shines with a terrifying red light. Its clothes are similar to those of the federal guards.
Similarly, the Federation [Warrior] almost recognized the wrong person, but after divination, the superpower who understood the rules of 'Sequencing Cards' believed that this humanoid monster had the power to defeat the 'Sorrow of Pramini'..." "Future
"As he said that, he looked up at Wright, and then repeatedly looked at the contents of "Old Memory Sight" through his right eye.
It seemed... that the description in the "Guide" was somewhat similar to the Wright standing in front of him.
The scene was a little embarrassing for a while, but soon, "Plamini's Sorrow", who recovered from a brief dizzy state, once again raised the huge cannon barrel covered with red viscous liquid and body fragments. After several heavy trampling sounds, the cannon
The mouth was aimed at Wright's body.
This time, the two dragon-like wings of "Plamini's Sorrow" flapped desperately, sending out a green wind. On the one hand, it cooled the barrel, and on the other hand, it made it difficult for Wright to jump close from the air.
"Plamini's Sorrow", which seemed to have completely recovered, was extremely angry at Wright's close attack, but it retained a lot of intelligence and magic power that belonged to the god "Eternal Red Lord".
The limbs of this big monster were bent, and they were inserted into the ground made of yellow sand one by one. It was almost completely integrated with it, and at the same time, it turned itself into a circular turret with a very stable chassis.
Strong and hard arms support the body, and the loose flesh and furry skin just cover the four limbs completely. The transparent, viscous, or scarlet liquid from the sunken crater-like wounds flows outward like
It gushes out like spring water, but solidifies after completely covering the four limbs, forming a solid layer of armor like resin.
All of this took place extremely quickly, taking no more than fifteen seconds in total.
Therefore, Wright, who felt the fluctuations in the surrounding magic power, came to an obvious conclusion: "This guy is scared, but it is extremely clear about its own weaknesses. In order to achieve complete victory, it has begun to borrow "ancient" methods regardless of the consequences.
Strength' up."
Even though his opponent was sparing no effort to use the "ancient power", Wright did not want to overdraw his red magic power.
In the dream in the town of Migov in the Zine Empire, the clone of the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" once warned him not to overdraw the power of the red magic source, otherwise he would fall into madness and completely forget his human identity.
After all, the ultimate power cannot come from ordinary creatures. Under the constraints of the Creator's supreme and untamperable "reason", the more human nature and "divine nature" are annihilated, the crazier the spirit becomes, the easier it is to create extremely powerful creatures.
strength.
Reason only allows you to live as a human being, nothing more. Only complete madness can release the power hidden deep in the soul and genes.
Bang!
The sound of red cannonballs mixed with sparks fired from the huge cannon shattered Wright's memories, causing his mind and body to quickly return to reality.
Wright desperately surged up the red magic power that could still be used in his body, condensing it on the "touch of darkness" behind his back, causing it to "bloom" around like a chrysanthemum. At the same time, the replenished magic power made Wright
Once again, he gathered a "Red Kite Eagle Shield" that was enough to cover his entire body to resist cannonball attacks.
However, this time, the cannonball mixed with the "ancient atmosphere" was more powerful, and it instantly broke through the "Eagle Shield of the Red Kite". The flying gravel penetrated Wright's left arm, making him temporarily unable to maintain the shield due to pain.
's existence.
Ignoring his bleeding arm, the second and third shells came one after another like hail. Wright had no choice but to hug "Future" with a "touch of darkness" and jump back desperately, constantly dodging such attacks.
Attack like a meteor shower.
The excessive condensation of the "ancient power" has caused the Burning Sun to completely lose its trace, as if the world and the universe are experiencing a darkest disease, breeding death and disaster in a darkness that "covers the sky and the sun."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The strong wind exuding a faint green light gave the "Red Fantasy Ruins" an aura of the undead, and the seemingly endless shells intensified the problem.
Just the boring smell of war.
However, the only thing that can give people comfort is that the world in the "Red Fantasy Ruins" may be real, or it may be false. The huge crater created by the explosion of the artillery shell will soon be refilled by the yellow sand brought by the wind, which just lingers.
The burning and rancid smell seems to not dissipate until the Creator disappears.
Fortunately, the "ancient power" cannot be used continuously without restraint. After pouring more than a hundred artillery shells into this land of yellow sand shrouded in darkness, the dragon wings of "Plamini's Sorrow" finally
He no longer fanned, but curled up to his sides in a defensive position.
The limbs it used to support its body further bent down, completely assuming a kneeling posture. Together with the huge barrel on its back, it curled inward, temporarily stopping its attack.
Taking advantage of this perfect respite, Wright placed "Future" behind a boulder, looked at "Plamini's Sorrow" warily, and turned his back to "Future" and asked:
"Have you remembered? 'Future'. Is there any way to cut off its limbs?"
"There is indeed another sentence at the end of the entry of 'The Sorrow of Pramini', but it is a prophetic poem by Edari Sage. I remember I read it in... I read it in the Hongtai of Kanosk
It's called "The Rise of Order". It's called: 'The sand of the black sun cannot bury [Order], steam and killing can't cover the brilliance; the fate of machinery listens to the wail of pain, and the broken spear heads towards the new life of the floating world.'
"Future" replied:
"There is nothing more after that... Mr. Wright, that is another entry in the Guide."
"This prophetic poem seems to be positive. I can feel a positive emotion from it. It's just that we need some help to reach 'rebirth', right. But now, who else will appear here?
?Is it Dak who promised me to come here in the gray dream, or those people from Crusted's army?" Wright thought, but did not notice the abnormality in the "future" behind him.
In fact, "Future" did feel relieved after retelling the content of "Old Memories Vision". Just when he was about to completely escape from the alien plane, he discovered that his face, chest, arms, and
My thighs were covered with scarlet blood at some point.
When I reached out and touched it, I felt a wet feeling.
Moreover, even if the "ancient power" and the dark magic power were removed, his right eye, which had been obtaining information from the memory world just now, was still dark and seemed to have completely lost its function.
Immediately afterwards, "Future" saw his heart flashing a blue light for a few times and then suddenly extinguishing it, making a rumble of mechanical damage, completely losing the unique blue light of the Lost, and continuously emitting green light outwards.
The "life aura" light spots like fireflies.
"Finally...is it time?" "Future" felt an unprecedented fatigue and sleepiness, and fell to the ground as if all his strength had been sucked away.
However, his back happened to be leaning on the boulder behind him, allowing him to look towards the sky.
"It should be that...forcibly maintaining the 'old memory vision' consumes...my power. Forcibly connecting an alien plane where time flows much slower with reality will consume life force at a rate thousands of times.
No wonder... no wonder my brother 'Feng Mining' told me that 'Old Memories Vision'... is a skill that is enough to kill the lost." "Future" smiled bitterly and said to himself:
"Brother...the brother who became the 'Axe of Pramini' is probably still in the camp of the 'Chaos Group'. But he must have escaped from this painful and hopeless world long ago. He is
The broken and ugly body is left here, but the soul should have followed the Lord to the splendid kingdom of heaven."
As the power belonging to the Lost One rapidly drained away, the "ancient" and demonic power quickly disappeared, and the eyes of "Future" finally changed from the dark purple and pitch-black color that they had all year round back to the normal brown color of the Crusaders.
The dark mark on his forehead that brought him strength and disaster finally disappeared at this moment, and the countless green "life aura" light spots also turned into countless "lights" that brought civilization and hope to mankind.
They dispersed the surrounding darkness that seemed to have been condensed for hundreds of millions of years, enough to allow all human beings struggling in the long night of the wasteland, suffering from death, hunger, pain, madness and confusion, to find the direction of heaven.
"Future", no, two completely different memories that both belonged to him began to reverberate in front of Constantinian's eyes. Revolving images flashed before his eyes, and at the same time, the world around him began to become brighter.
The scorching sun once again hung high above the dome like a roulette wheel, and the melodious chirping of creatures once again surrounded his ears. Plants seemed to have broken through the shackles of yellow sand and "viruses" and emerged from the realm of nothingness again, returning to nature.
Among them, the dry river was filled with water again, exuding a refreshing and intoxicating natural smell.
The dark, dim atmosphere seemed to disappear completely at this moment. The depression, fear and pain could no longer be felt by him. A small puff of smoke symbolizing prosperity came out of the chimney in the distance, and the distant sound of the whistle greeted him.
The train leaving the suffering world is slowly "coming".
"Kitaris... is too far away from me, and the pain of war... is so close. Perhaps salvation is not achieved by truly arriving in the dreamlike east. Death is also a way to escape from the long night in the wasteland.
"Future" said, with a smile called "happiness" gradually rising from the corner of his mouth.
Soon, the steaming train stopped above the tracks and platform that suddenly appeared in front of him. A man wearing a cotton cloak with a sunflower pattern embroidered with gold thread and a very Cruzeid palace style stepped out of the carriage.
, arrived in front of the boulder where "Future" was sitting.
He squatted down with a smile, stretched out his rough right hand to caress "Future"'s face, then pulled "Future" up, and said in a soft, doting voice:
"Let's go, the train is about to leave. If we follow it, we can go to a world better than Cathay Reese, where the land is fertile, the rivers are flowing with milk and honey, and the sun will never set. We
You will never encounter death, pain, disaster and deception again. That is... the place created by the Creator - the place of eternal happiness."
"Well, let's go, Brother Feng Mine." "Future" smiled, and his face finally showed the true innocence and bright smile of a child.