Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 509: The Final Direction (Part )

"Front, back, survival, death..."

"Front, back, survival, death..."

In the last second, Yaroslav felt that countless heavy objects like pure steel were pressing on his soul, as if trying to force his loyal and unyielding soul out of this old and broken body.

But the next second, he was bathed in a holy light that seemed to be forged by the true master himself, and came from the human world to a town with familiar industrial steam winds.

"Ah, here?" Yaroslav looked around and sighed:

"Only a few decades have passed, and even the last ray of life here has been swallowed up by the endless night. It seems that not only are my people getting old, but even this world is beginning to age."

This is the town of "Blood Bright". The sky here is always filled with a bloody mist that symbolizes doomsday and death. It seems that the sun will never come out from the nearly dark clouds, and only a little orange-red tail is still exposed to infect the surrounding small orange-red sea.

Unlike the prosperous industrial city in Yaroslav's memory, only an empty shell made of steel remained here. Countless high-rise buildings and the tower that almost reached the sky, in the empty and dead streets, retained a trace of warm memories with an atmosphere of fear.

Walking forward unconsciously, Yaroslav discovered that the rows of shops around him that had been prosperous and bustling long ago were now deserted. Even the neon signs that should have retained a glimmer of light had become dim and silent, without a trace of light at all.

Countless industrial wastes overflowed from the corners and scattered on the edges of the streets. Skeletons lying on the street corners could be seen everywhere, and mucus gathered at the intersections to form a sticky "lake" that exuded a stench that made people uneasy, fearful, and nauseous.

Everything here, including the Puttoesque buildings, Crusadersque buildings and a few so-called Khitanris buildings, was left with only empty shells. Walking quickly through the buildings and approaching the end, Yaroslav discovered that the cobblestone paths that should have been covered with green shade were now covered with a layer of human blood and countless pitiful lifeless light spots composed of magic power. When Yaroslav walked by, the pitiful ashes composed of the light spots would actually stir.

"She... doesn't seem to have aged, but to have died..." Yaroslav sighed softly again, and trotted forward along the path with a very rare lightness.

Soon, thick fog rose up around, making people feel confused, sleepy and lost. A few minutes later, the city and the path disappeared in the fog. A huge red sun was suspended in the sky as if it was very close, and in front of him was the "Otveshina Garden" that Yaroslav was very familiar with.

"You... are here? Long time no see, my [lover]." Princess Danivia, wearing a long dress in a heavy Cruz court style, "walked" in front of Yaroslav in a floating posture from the grass covered with gravel, dust and rubble.

"I've told you before, I'm not your lover. Your lover is the Zhine prince who died in the civil war a long time ago. His body is still buried in the basement of the Zhine Cathedral, and the 'Hanging Eagle' pistol that killed him is still lying in the Zhine royal storage room." Yaroslav refuted, just as he had said when he came here decades ago.

Every time he came, whether actively or passively, Yaroslav would always look at Princess Danivia carefully, and then wake up from a wonderful dream.

But this time, after just one glance, he lowered his head and stared at the gray lawn, not daring to look up again.

At this moment, except for the outline of Princess Danivia's appearance which barely maintained a human posture, every corner of her body was mixed with many things that did not belong to a human.

No one knew what had happened, but only the left half of Danivia's head was left, with the right half completely missing. It was like a watermelon with a piece scooped out with a huge spoon, flowing with extremely uncomfortable rotten "watermelon juice".

Her eyes completely turned into transparent rubies, with no whites or eyeballs, as if all the tissues in her brain were fused together by some extraordinary power.

Her body was covered with large patches of thick blood, and her left arm seemed to have been bitten off by some large beast, leaving only jagged fractures. Her feet were covered with neither shoes, flesh, nor skin, but nothing at all. Only a pair of shiny white bones remained, which looked very much like the skeleton specimens in museums and hospitals for people to study and appreciate.

As long as Yaroslav looked up and stared at this body for more than five seconds, these horrible parts would quickly erode his mental realm, leaving permanent damage that was difficult to repair.

However, constrained by the slight emotions generated by his many visits, he still sighed softly and asked in a concerned tone:
"What happened? Princess Danivia."

Danivia did not answer directly. Instead, with bright juice flowing from the corners of her mouth, she floated back to the pavilion that had long since collapsed. She turned her back to Yaroslav, revealing her creepy, bloody black hair, and answered:
"The world is angry, you know that? My love, the whole world is angry."

"Angry? What do you mean?" Yaroslav asked angrily:
"Do you want to drag me into Blood of Wisdom and Otveshina again just to convey a few incomprehensible nonsense to me? You must know that I am a pure human. I have no magical power, nor do I have 'divinity'. My body does not support my cultivation of magical power, let alone my association with extraordinary power. "Every time I leave here, I have to suffer a misfortune or bad luck, either physical injury or mistakes due to mental confusion. If I had not been called here by you during the important 'Volga Careless Wave Battle' fifteen years ago, I would not have lost more than ten thousand brothers' lives in vain due to misjudgment. "

"That war was not your fault. I used tarot cards to predict that it would fail. But because of you, it did not cause extremely serious consequences." Danivia retorted:

"If you don't command, the lives of those soldiers will also end. This is fate. This is the ability that reincarnation gives us to see the development of all things. After all, there was no power at that time that could completely restrain the fur ball monster created by Orleanova. This is the injustice left by the old empire, and it is also the last test before you can truly possess divinity."

“Bah! Using the lives of your own [warriors] to gain divinity? Even if you become a god, you’ll be an evil god!” Yaroslav spat and said seriously.

"My love, I think you are not really feeling guilty for your warriors, but because since that incident, you have been relieved of all your duties and sent to a small place in the Capital Strategic Group to become a low-level security guard with no rank at all." Princess Danivia raised the corners of her mouth and said in a terrifying childish voice:
"You just regret the power and status you lost. Although you have completely given up your evil thoughts and delusions about illusory things after going through a period of depression, at that time, at that moment, you must have regretted the power.

"Yaroslav, we humans are always a combination of meanness and nobility, always synonymous with selfishness and fearlessness. We always struggle in the complexity of human nature, and finally bury all the 'divinity' bestowed on us by the gods."

"I don't understand you, Danivia," said Yaroslav.

"In fact, in the history of the continent, after seven eras, it did not immediately enter the so-called Zero Era, but an 'Ancient God Era' that could not be recorded in any way. At that time, the old god Cthulhu and Deepse and other 'Gods' Councils' ruled the entire 'Deepse Continent' west of the ocean; the ancestor of the dragon race, 'Lord of All Beasts' Frapowski, ruled this ancient continent. He governed the newly born dragon race and the 18 original races including humans; and the one who controlled the east of Qidanlis, including the 'Island Territory' in the south, was 'Eternal Giant God King' Hongfu. Legend has it that he is the true ancestor of the Qidanlis people, or the creator god who created the world in mythology." Davinia explained:

"Originally, the three supreme gods formed the 'Illusionary Peace Alliance' to jointly explore ways for life to escape this cycle of reincarnation. However, because humans kept sowing discord among the three, a 'Three Gods War' eventually broke out, causing the planet to enter an ice age."

"This is all ancient history. The humans back then were different from the humans today. We have experienced hundreds of years of the wasteland era and have long since begun to abandon those despicable thoughts that seem to have been engraved into our bones," Yaroslav retorted.

"The 'Heartless Virus' is indeed the Doomsday Judgment brought down on mankind by God and the Lord with the help of Ivan XXII, but those who survived are either extremely despicable and appear particularly noble, or extremely kind descendants of angels, so you have an illusion." Princess Danivia took the broken head off her neck, rubbed her sore muscles, and continued:
"And the anger of the world cannot be calmed naturally, just as the introductory card 'Anger' tells us. 'Anger' is called 'phiaonu' in the Central language. Any introductory card that has been tested by the power of the gods will present such a picture."

"What picture?" Yaroslav asked curiously.

"The sky was pure white, and the god in charge of water was desperately sending down snow and ice. Endless tides were coming from the dark ocean, and poor and humble ragged humans were coming from all directions with buckets of water. In the center of the picture was a flame erupting from the ancient temple underground, and all forces were trying to extinguish it. However, all actions were in vain, and the flames were still erupting angrily." Danivia explained.

"So, you just want to warn me that the wrath of God has already begun, and once it begins it cannot be quelled, and let me give up?" Yaroslav said unhappily.

"That's not the case." Danivia shook his body a few times and said:

"I just want to tell you before this pitiful body of mine, cursed by the gods, dissipates: Dark red has arrived, and I hope that in the future, the blood-colored divinity will be stirred by the remaining flames. The flame of anger is red. If you follow its kind and pursue it, you will surely reach the other side of the gods' echo."

As soon as Princess Danivia finished her words, her body, which was struggling to hold on, finally exploded in the middle, turning into a pool of brilliant, soft, yet sad blood mist.

At the same time, the "Otveshina Garden" and "Blood Town", which had been maintained with difficulty until now, finally collapsed completely and turned into a pile of powder covered with yellow sand.

Yaroslav knew that these two places in the realm of fantasy had finally completed their mission. They would disappear forever in the long river of history, and would also be completely returned to the magnificent universe created by the great sleeping creator along with the annihilated alien planes.

……

“Ding ding ding, ding ding ding, ding ding ding…”

Igor's voice came to Yaroslav's ears:
"Wake up, Commander-in-Chief, the 'Moon Finger Ceremony' will begin in half an hour."

(End of this chapter)