"Young wolf?" Wright suddenly felt a sense of familiarity, just like the feeling he had when he first traveled to this world, as if he was covered with a layer of gauze, a vague feeling, a vague feeling.
But when he went on to really think about the information related to "Baby Wolf" in his memory, Wright actually felt as if his brain had been forcibly opened and stirred recklessly with a chopstick.
It wasn't until his thoughts were separated from these two unfamiliar yet familiar words that he felt slightly better.
"Headache." Wright covered his head with his left hand and beat it several times with his right hand.
"This is the restriction and identity set by the creator of the Gray Dream." The human voice came from the mouth of the "young wolf" again.
"Identity? How should I...understand it? But me, am I still wearing a bathrobe? I just lit the oil lamp and entered here inexplicably. I haven't changed my clothes yet..." Wright glanced around in horror.
Hold your own body.
"Windbreaker? It turned out to be the windbreaker with a hoodie? This time I passively entered the gray dream, someone had changed my clothes in advance? It's really scary to think about it. If it weren't for my own fault, I'm afraid it's not the same as the one in front of me...
The identity mentioned by the alpha wolf is related. I remember that the 'Mechanical Spirit' also mentioned the appearance when I first entered." Wright thought with a long sigh of relief.
He did not continue to dwell on this meaningless question, and looked up at the "young wolf"'s broken body, covered in bloodstains and scars, that looked like a giant cat.
"Identity? What is the identity in the gray dream?" Wright looked straight ahead and asked a key question.
"Profession."
"Profession?"
"Originally, it was a popular term. As long as you are an intelligent creature and can integrate into human society to survive, then you will have corresponding professions. For example, warriors, scholars, etc., this is what the imperial law stipulates. If you
When you are exposed to magic and extraordinary, your profession will become the absolute content of your fighting style and strength." "Young Wolf" explained.
"I understand this, but how much connection does it have with the Gray Dream?" Wright asked doubtfully.
"Middle-level professionals cannot remember all the words of upper-level professionals in dreams. They will quickly forget everything after waking up, just like a real dream. But you and I are different. I am a [sacrifice], and I have been sequenced
Test of cards. Same for you, I smell the smell of [Order] in you. This thing is really rare, and those who choose this profession will fall into endless pain and struggle. They are the existence of kings, that’s right
, but they will always suffer from endless loneliness, and even become enemies of so-called "decent" people. They must fight against all the existing distorted orders to build a new order. I believe the people around you will not tell you this, history
Under the changes of the times, they will only remember rarity and preciousness, but forget their responsibility and future." The voice of "Baby Wolf" exuded a deep beast-like sound.
"That's true. There are Natasha and Kayas who want to kidnap me and join the Church of Hope, Aaron who wants to befriend me, and even Yato who forcibly touches my power. In short, I am driven and restrained by fate.
, entangled, always passive. Maybe I have to wait until I touch the 'inspiration' to truly embark on the path of becoming a god." Wright sighed, looking up unconsciously.
The sun hanging high in the gray sky is not the common sun that is either dim or orange, but somewhere in between, but it does not bring any feeling of light and warmth.
It's a little dark, like a glowing tomato!
"Human beings cannot drive fate, but they can be driven by fate. This is also an inspiration for creating the Gray Dream God. If different professions communicate with each other based on their own strength, experience and the appearance of the gods they believe in, can they circumvent the situation?
The guidance of fate, so that you can truly speak your mind freely? Just like you, wearing a black hoodie and trench coat, like a 'ghost' who is good at hiding yourself, and I, the [sacrifice] of the Lone Wolf Society, the 'young wolf',
So here I can temporarily escape the pain with the body of a beast." There was a hint of sadness in the tone of "Young Wolf".
"Could it be that we...hiss...we have met before?" Wright tried to hold back the feeling of explosion in his brain and guessed.
"In the battle of Kosev, I fought Yato first. Then you saved me. But unfortunately, I was picked up by the Chekavsk Army and fell into the painful situation I am now. My eldest brother, 'Lone Wolf'
Pusef, the leader of the Guild, cannot interfere with the empire's decision. It is being held hostage by two forces, and I am now being treated as an experimental subject." There was a hint of hoarseness caused by pain in the tone of "Young Wolf"
feel.
"Are you the child who was entangled in a coma by Yato?" Wright said in shock.
Immediately, the explosive feeling lingering around his brain disappeared instantly, including the hazy feeling like being covered with gauze when he first entered the gray dream.
He suddenly felt a sense of clarity and a clear feeling that seemed to finally wake up after falling into a long sleep.
"But Brett told me, isn't Yato dead? Although he just escaped from the war zone after being defeated by me, he then triggered the sub-level MB-079 Fire of Punishment and died together with thousands of imperial troops.
Yeah." Wright recalled.
"Not really." "Young Wolf" shook his head.
"Although I have been in the dark underground factory and the incubator full of tubes during this period, I still vaguely heard some information." "Young Wolf" explained.
"some information?"
"Ato is actually not dead. Although the secondary fire of punishment penetrated the protection of his body like crocodile scales, his brain and heart were perfectly preserved. A [Slaughterer] and his students
We are using biological transplantation technology to restore him. Believe me, no matter what it is, except for gods, as long as someone suffers such a serious injury, it will definitely not be able to retain any consciousness. It is nothing more than a spliced body of rotten flesh.
At most, it has been transformed into a killing machine. Do you know why humans are called humans?" "Young Wolf" asked.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Can use tools, can produce tools, and has the ability to transform nature." Wright used the standard answer from the textbooks of the previous world.
"Because of wisdom and inspiration." "Young Wolf" shook his head and added.
"Different understandings?" Wright held his chin and paced back and forth.
"This is the difference between steam and magic. Steam defines man as an extremely compact machine, but forgets that man is a creature with intelligence and emotion. Magic, on the other hand, pays too much attention to sensibility, emphasizing meditation and understanding. But I want to tell you
You, the person who touches the magic, possess a product called the aura of life. Although the steam world has always denied its existence, it does support the key to the survival of the person who touches the magic. The loss of the body will lead to the leakage of the aura of life. Likewise,
, too many sacrifices will do the same. This can also explain that many people who overuse the magic source power or come into contact with extraordinary people will fall into madness. It is because the life aura that supports their bodies is exhausted. In other words, "
"Let me guess." Wright interrupted:
"Ato's body has actually become an empty shell. Even if he barely survives with strong vitality, he can only become a tool used by the Tein Sect and the Church of Hope above it to fight against us. A powerful machine
A killing machine without emotions is indeed the most suitable weapon." Wright said with a bitter smile.
"So I want to ask you to save me. The Gray Dream has been forgotten by mankind for too long. The age of magic has fallen into an impasse. After the opening of the new era, people gradually changed from the exploration of mystery to the desire for survival.
Except for you and that robot, there are no other humans who can enter here. Mr. Echo, I'm very scared."
"Fear?" Wright felt a cold breath pass over his back, as if he was on the top of an incandescent ice field.
"I'm afraid of being transformed into the monster with muscles and legs replaced by tentacles. And the monster who has a human appearance, but can do nothing but sing. I am the [Sacrifice], and my eldest brother is the [Guardian]
Author]. My eldest brother was only briefly threatened by Ivant. He knew what the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' actually meant, and he also knew the horrific plan of Sogra's Blood Night Ritual. But the life and death of us superpowers are all in
In one thought of that madman Ifant. If you are willing to save me, aren't you a [Order]? You should want to become a king, right? My eldest brother and I will help you until your power is truly demonstrated."
"Baby Wolf" made an attractive offer that could not be denied.
"King? King, the existence of the Pope? Searching for the existence of God to end the wasteland? If there is help..." A crown he had never seen flashed in Wright's mind.
There is also a throne made of black iron, and a majestic, brilliant and incomparably gorgeous golden palace behind it.
There are even countless guards with live ammunition protecting the human being who is the "king".
However, immediately afterwards, countless scarlet and pitch-black tentacles came towards him from all directions, and a thick and fishy smell quickly enveloped his whole body, causing him to briefly fall into a state of hypoxia...
"Opportunities and challenges?" Wright said indifferently, his eyes falling into a brief void.
"Mr. Echoer, I know you have concerns, but do you really know what [Sacrifice] plus [Guardian] means?" "Young Wolf"'s tone began to become seductive, Wright
It feels like listening to a demon with black wings "following the instructions".
"I would like to hear the details." Wright took a deep breath, and an ancient idiom belonging to the ancient Zhne Empire language came out of his mouth.
It seems that before he traveled through time, Wright was not a Guardsman who couldn't learn history. He might have been frequently exposed to a lot of knowledge in history, philosophy and culture.
"Ouch!"
An excited wolf howl interrupted Wright's self-deprecation.
Immediately afterwards, the "young wolf" in front of him suddenly shook violently, contracted its limbs covered with black hair, jumped and landed on the hexagram pattern drawn by the huge dark blue pattern in the center of the altar, and crawled and said:
"The sequence card represented by [Sacrifice] is Devotion No. 1. The strong warrior raises his proud head and sacrifices his life in exchange for the light of the oracle."
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