Ordinal monster? Decider? Dark night? Red magic source power? Belongs to me? What a mess.
Haibo looked at the "human monster" in front of him with an expression of surprise and confusion with his pure black pupils.
His pupils are different from those of the main humans in the city of Socra, but the extreme darkness is somewhat similar to those of the monsters.
Could it be said that I am related to monsters? Or am I somehow related to the Lord God who created this world?
Weird, so weird!
Underground, Wu Xinren, and the red magic source power that this monster just mentioned. Wait, red magic source power?
Haibo's Adam's apple twitched, and he suddenly realized that the root of everything that caused him to travel through time might actually be the dream in the real world a few months ago.
In the dark underground, there were several magicians wearing pitch-black robes embroidered with strange scarlet Higan flower patterns, the spells they murmured, and a few tempting questions.
"Do you want to be silent?"
"You have desires, right?"
"Want money and status?"
…
If I hadn't been having bad luck recently, and everything was going wrong and I became anxious and irritable, and couldn't speak my mind, I wouldn't have been blinded by the dream, and I wouldn't have answered like that in the dream. Who knows that dream might be true.
I can't control myself in my dreams. If I had known, I would have said something against my will.
"No, Wright's matter is more important. Now that time travel is a foregone conclusion, if we can't live safely as Wright, everything will be empty talk."
Haibo shook his heavy head and thought that the unfinished thing on Wright's note should be the word "red magic source power". It would be great if the monster in front of him knew something. If he didn't know, try his best to
The most important thing is to collect some information from him.
Even if there is danger!
But now that we are in danger, what could be worse than this? Wright's fate is already at rock bottom, and I will have to "bounce back" no matter what if I take over.
Information, information, information! The most important thing is always information!
If all the information belonging to Socrates were compared to an iceberg, the information obtained from this current encounter would be at best a palm-sized ice cube, not even one percent of the ice surface.
Information, I need information!
Thinking of this, Haibo's legs seemed to be dragged by inexplicably twisted and withered plants belonging to the category of extraordinary things, and they began to move forward slowly, like an unconscious mental patient.
The monster in front of him saw that his words seemed to have some kind of guiding effect on Haibo. His head wrapped in a black cloak moved and seemed to be smiling.
Immediately afterwards, he said intermittently in a hoarse voice again:
"Sequence 51...The Decider, give...give us the guidance, I need to find you...guide you. Come, go to the arms of the lost person..., welcome...the future that belongs to you. The dark night, will
...will bless you.”
The monster's heavy words made Haibo feel that his spirit was covered with a thick crimson fog. His eyes began to blur and his body moved forward uncontrollably.
"Oops, it's the Lost Ones. Did the Lost Ones actually sneak into the underground of Socra? So, these unintentional people were infected by them?" De guessed in a low voice, and he looked out of the corner of his eye.
Because the environment just now was too dark, De didn't notice a detail that he just ignored until now.
Those unintentional people who were executed, and the uncle covered in blood were actually wearing the uniforms of the escort!
Silver-white style, but stained with blood and dirt, no wonder it is easily ignored.
Moreover, the medals that should have been worn on their chests with the "Long Sword and Hammer" of the Guards should have been corroded by the "burning liquid".
Thinking of this, De pulled Haibo's thin body with one hand to stop him from moving forward, and pointed the "Bingyu" pistol at the monster's head with the other hand, and recited the regulations of the escort team in his mind repeatedly to resist the mental attack that the monster might bring.
.
"Fear is only born from fear itself. Fear and fear will be occupied by fear. Only by forgetting fear can humans gain a foothold in the wasteland..."
"You are wrong..." The monster tried to interrupt De and said in a low but unexpectedly coherent Zinese language:
"I don't want to be your enemy. The Lost One is not the enemy of mankind. I took the risk to come here to activate that power. I am a seducing Lost Man. You can call me [Seducer] Ya
T. Till.”
"Hey, uncle, I guessed it right. This monster is not your real body, right? You just used the ability of seduction to control other unintentional people, or the lost ones." De also stopped reciting and began to talk to
The monster in front of him, Yato, faced off.
"Are you quite wise? It's a pity that the lost man's throat is broken and is almost completely corroded by the burning fluid and the power of the magic source. If any information is transmitted through him, it will probably waste a lot of time. So, it's me.
It's better to intervene directly." Atot paused and continued:
"I said, I don't want to be your enemy. The Lost Ones in the western part of the continent don't have the ability to be enemies with the Sune Empire yet. I just got a revelation from the 51st Divine Determinator, the owner of the red magic source power.
Right here. This is why I took such a big risk. You know, not only we have received revelations, but your Socratic Committee may also have received corresponding revelations, but it should be an S-class secret for you, right?"
"I am just a person who executes orders. The secrets of the Socra Committee have nothing to do with me. You, a lost person, keep saying that you do not want to be our enemy, so what is going on with these unintentional people? The duty of the escort is to protect the safety of the city of Socra.
Rules and order tell us we have to fight for this," De said.
Immediately afterwards, he pushed Haibo aside and loaded the silver bullet into the chamber of the "Bingyu" pistol at the fastest speed he had trained at the Guards training ground and military hall.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Then, he squatted on the ground, his left hand steadily dragged his right hand, and fired bullets in the direction where Yato was standing.
"Bump! Bump! Bump!"
When the bullet touched Yato's heart, it made a sound similar to that of a copper vessel being struck.
Those three bullets bounced off Yatuo's steely chest!
"You have violated the rules of negotiation. Even if I am the Lost One, your Zine Empire has also formulated rules for negotiation with us. As envoys, people should not be harmed. Doesn't this also respect your so-called pitiful order?
so!"
As Yato said, he actually controlled the weird tentacles protruding from the two cuffs, and attacked directly towards De's position along the dirty ground.
puff!
Dark red blood spurted out uncontrollably from De's mouth, and his heart and abdominal cavity were penetrated by two huge tentacles!
"ah!"
A shrill scream pierced from De's chest, but Yato was unmoved by it.
Things like this happen every day in the wasteland, between humans and unintentional people, between unintentional people and the lost, and between humans and humans themselves. Such things are happening all the time.
Anyone who has lived in the wasteland for a long time must have lost the feeling called "sympathy" due to this weird environment, and thus truly turned into a machine.
But at this moment, because De's blood spurted on Haibo's face just now, he came back to his senses from his brief unconscious state.
"De? What's wrong with you?" Haibo asked, looking at De who was almost "wrapped" in dark red blood.
Did the monster attack? What happened to me just now? Why is my head a little groggy? Was it because I was attacked by the monster with some mental power just now?
Mental power? This seems to be Wright's memory. No matter what, it's more important to save people first.
Thinking of this, Haibo quickly took out the Wild Bear pistol, quickly loaded the silver bullets under the guidance of the muscle memory formed by Wright, and fired two shots at the tentacles.
Touch! Touch!
puff!
I don’t know what the principle is, but Haibo’s pistol is more than a little more powerful than De’s pistol.
These two shots actually caused the two tentacles to break apart from the middle position, which also made Yatuo, who was controlling it, slightly surprised, and he retracted the tentacles twitchingly.
"You are Mr. Wright, right?" Yatuo was not offended by Haibo's aggressive behavior.
Instead, he took off the hoodie of his robe and replaced his hands with human parts. Using a standard posture common to the Western Continent, he covered his chest with his left hand and bowed slightly with his upper body at an angle of 45 degrees.
Before Haibo could ask angrily, he said first:
"This is a ritual that belongs to you, Wright. I'm not sure whether that memory of yours has been truly erased, but the ritual was only half completed in the outer area, that is, the Lost Swamp. Now I need to help you complete the other part.
Half. The red magic source power is the ancient prophecy of the Lord of the Night and the Decider. It has come to you now, and you must accept it. As for the young boy next to you, he can also become part of the ritual.
"
Red magic source power? Ritual? Is it because of the ritual of the "human monster" named Yato in front of me that it summoned me to replace him?
Is this the ritual of summoning the "divine apostle" that De said?
It’s impossible, I’m the “apostle of the gods”? You’re kidding!
I am just a student preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, a humble migrant worker, an underappreciated online writer and a young man with a somewhat withered body.
Why does Yato like me?
Could it be that there was some kind of accident in his ritual and he randomly summoned me?
But why would Wright write such desperate words on the note?
Is there any secret to the red magic source power? Yes, there must be some secret to the red magic source power!
"Tell me the red magic source power, what is the red magic source power!" Haibo stood up and asked in a firm tone.
This is the beginning of all the problems and the key to pushing things to the present. Although I was "summoned" halfway, I must figure this out. If it is really the so-called ritual of summoning "the apostle of gods" that summoned me
Come here, maybe I can go back through this ceremony.
This wasteland world is too dangerous. Who in the right mind would want to come here?
Yatuo couldn't hear Haibo's complaints and ignored his questions. He just pointed at De, who was still breathing heavily and struggling behind Haibo, and said:
"The second half of the ceremony requires sacrifices. This boy who broke the rules is just right. Don't you Socrates value rules and order the most? According to your regulations, you should execute him. Of course, this will be a bit unreasonable.
"
Not unreasonable at all? That’s very unreasonable!
Haibo complained that as a mentally healthy young man, he could not do anything against his fellow guardsmen.
But strangely, Wright's body seemed to be tending him to do this.
"Order!" Haibo inadvertently said this word using Wright's memory.
Yes, order. In the city of Socra, if you are covered in blood, you will be treated as an unintentional person by default. De's current injury is already very serious, and the weird uncle in front of him seems to be from the unintentional camp. In other words, De
He will also suffer the fate of several people before him.
So De, I'm sorry, it's the order and rules you abide by. I am from Socrates, I am Wright, and I must also abide by the rules and order. It is only a matter of time before you become an unintentional person due to your current physical distance.
Besides, you were still doubting my identity just now, in order to survive in this world and to protect yourself. Then, De, I'm sorry for you.
Haibo took a deep breath and tried his best to follow Wright's remaining memory fragments and suppress his trembling hands.
Immediately afterwards, he reloaded the pistol with bullets, took a few steps back, and pointed it at De's chest.
"Don't... don't..." As a human being, the instinct to survive made De support his blood-corroded body and retreat.
But Haibo's bullets are just part of the machine, and they are just obeying the rules of the machine.
"bump!"
The silver bullet penetrated De's chest easily. In less than three seconds, De's body stopped moving and became lifeless.
"Well done, Wright. You followed the order, and the Decider's instructions will also follow the order. You want to know what the red magic source power is, right? Although I don't know why you have such a motive. But that kind of power,
It has begun to emerge in your body. But you can't enjoy it well yet. The Lost One's guidance to you is still one step away, just one step away."
Yato said with an evil smile, and then, his hands turned back into tentacles full of filth and sticky liquid.
But this time, the tentacle did not choose to pierce Haibo's chest. Instead, it became the size of a fist and wrapped tightly around his neck along a slender trajectory.
At this moment, a faint red light slowly emerged from his chest.
This is the second half of the ritual from Yato's mouth!
At first, they were like a faint blood mist, "wandering" aimlessly around the edge of Haibo's body. As Yato's tentacles tightened, they began to gradually spread, brighten, and then condensed into countless tiny red sparks.
, rolling and jumping like a dancer preparing to perform a beautiful dance.
They kept rotating along Haibo's body and kept getting brighter.
Finally, they converged towards Haibo’s pure black eyeball!
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