Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 530 Ancient Ode

Chapter 530 Ancient Ode
"'Future'?" Dak imitated Wolfya's expression and looked up at the top of the "Red Fantasy Experimental Field".

The strange thing was that as the magic power involuntarily gathered in his eyes, gradually, he was able to see the outside world through the curved dome.

Just now, when Dak and Wolfya walked along the path and entered the "Red Fantasy Ruins", it was almost dusk with the golden color dominating. But now, the farthest thing in their sight was the dark but not monotonous night sky.

Gradually, Dak felt that his heart was being squeezed and kneaded by an invisible dark hand. It was almost losing the ability to beat, until a giant hand that was equally dim and dark, and difficult to see with the naked eye, appeared at the end of the night sky.

It was a divine hand that seemed to have reached from the depths of the universe into this tragic wasteland world, emitting a transcendent, wonderful and terrifying aura. Anyone who dared to gaze at it would be suppressed to the point of suffocation by the nameless force.

But even though he couldn't see its full appearance and origin, Dak could still feel that its main body possessed a sense of superiority, strength and supremacy that surpassed all the gorgeous costumes and crowns.

Staring, Dak realized that the giant hand was desperately manipulating the seemingly unreachable stars according to an extremely random but very reasonable rule.

They emit charming and dazzling points of light that make people fall into them and cannot extricate themselves, forming a crown made of gold and engraved with the emblem of sin, which is interwoven with ovals and diamonds.

Molten metal flows outward from the top and bottom of the crown according to a predetermined program, forming eye-catching and complex geometric shapes that even the most outstanding sculptors in human history, those talented sculptors of Putuoya, could not understand in the slightest.

One part might be an ear of wheat symbolizing food, another part might be a double-headed eagle representing the Cruzde royal family, and another part might be a work of art that embodies the craftsmanship of God and can only be explained by Satan.

Then, in Dak's eyes, these "artworks" began to interweave and change patterns, and finally formed huge meteorites, rushing towards his body...

"Huh, huh!" Dak gasped heavily.

He suddenly realized that everything that had just happened was a dream illusion projected into his mind by the gods through magic from a higher dimension.

At this moment, Wolfya had just finished vividly introducing to Dak the "future of mankind" that he saw in the flames during the process of capturing... or rescuing Dak. However, except for the last few self-indulgent words, Dak did not remember a word.

“So, ‘humans’ are really a strong race. At that moment, I realized that the end of humanity must not be the ‘Wasteland Era’. This long night was just an ‘unforgettable mistake’ of ours.” A faint smile that did not belong to him appeared on Wolfya’s face. He shook his head slightly and said:

"This is the punishment from the Creator. The sins of our ancestors need to be repaid by countless descendants because we have inherited their blood, their power, and the indelible culture of the Crusaders.

"In fact, from the beginning, the Creator has given us the ability to escape punishment."

"Ability...ability?" Dak asked curiously. His voice still had a hint of hoarseness left over from the dream. He cleared his throat and asked again:

"What ability?"

“Give up the ability to be born as a human.” Wulfya’s voice was extremely heavy, as if an awl was hitting the distant, mysterious, unimaginable solid abyss stone. “As long as you are bitten by the ‘heartless man’, you will completely lose consciousness and no longer feel pain, loss, hesitation and confusion. All consciousness will dissipate with the strong wind of the north, leaving behind a machine that relies on instinct to move.

"But, as human beings, there are scum of the Lost Ones who are willing to degenerate into 'Heartless People', and there are warriors who persevere in the long night. Regardless of whether we have been contaminated by machines and burning liquid, this passionate and still beating heart represents an indomitable will. So, Dark..."

Wulfya turned his head and stared into Dark's gray eyes for a few seconds, then placed him on the smooth marble floor. He stood up, straightened his back, took a few big steps forward, and said with his back to Dark:

"There's no need to say stupid things like liking 'fire' or 'wind'. These stupid ice can't freeze your body, and the blazing flames can't hurt you at all. You were once a monster, and you can't die that easily.

"This place is filled with rich magical energy and 'ancient' power. Your body will inadvertently absorb these extraordinary energies to repair your damaged heart and chest. If you don't believe me, just lift up those rags and take a look."

"Repaired...?" Dak turned over the torn clothes puzzledly and was surprised to find that the part that was pierced just now had healed for the most part. Except for a layer of reddish skin on the surface and tiny tentacles growing from the edge of the wound that were repairing the wound like silk threads, there was not even a noticeable scar left.

Seeing this, Dak gasped for breath. Besides feeling uneasy about the speed at which his body was recovering, he was more surprised and grateful for having survived the disaster.

The fear of death that had just occurred when the heart was pierced was now completely gone.

Dak jumped up from the ground in surprise, moving all his muscles while running and jumping, just like a child who had received delicious candy.

He found that not only had his wounds basically healed, but his body was also more energetic than before.

After four or five minutes, Dak gradually calmed down from his excitement. He looked around and finally found a serious problem:

"By the way, Wulfya. Now that we have defeated 'El Mimana' and 'Deepser's Projection', the path leading deeper into the 'Red Phantom Ruins' should have appeared."

"In theory, yes." Wolfya stared at the bright, empty, indifferent, majestic and dangerous experimental space in front of him, and answered in a low, cold, icy but exceptionally clear voice:
"After defeating the monsters, most of the 'ancient' power here will dissipate, and the originally covered passage will immediately emerge. However, your body uses this power to repair itself, so the concentration of the 'ancient' power has not decreased, but has increased slightly.

"The power of the 'Ancient' will distort our perception, confuse our vision, and make us fall into an endless dream from which we cannot escape. Even if the road is right in front of us, we cannot sense its existence."

"Then...what can we do to leave?" Dak asked in a panic.

"It's very simple, just a ritual. You use the skill 'Ice Silence' to summon ice to cover everything here. And I will take advantage of the moment when the power of 'Ancient' is suppressed to recite the 'Ancient Hymn' that I memorized from 'Thunder Leaf'.

"Ice and darkness have the same origin and can temporarily confuse the power of the 'Ancient' and stop them from resisting, while the 'Ancient Hymn' can open countless tiny jump channels for them. In this way, we can deceive the 'Ancient' and guide them away in the name of God without any sacrifice." "It sounds good. It's a way to solve the problem. But, Wolfya, I don't know how to cast 'Ice Silence'." Dak said helplessly and confusedly.

"Actually, you will, Dak. Your human body embodies the most essential power of the 'Alien Monster'. You should know all the water, ice, and dark magic power skills known to humans. It's just that you gradually forgot them during your confused wandering in the past few years." Wolfya said in a deep voice, came behind Dak, put his hands on his shoulders, and guided him:

"Look at the 'Tears of Bizuni' that has transformed into 'eyes' in your hand. Use your mental power to drive it and infuse some water-based magic power into it. The process of fighting and dying you just experienced is the process of you truly signing a contract with it. Now, it will completely and unconditionally obey your orders."

"Okay, I'll try." Dak raised his right hand high, palm facing inward, and transformed the verbal command into an indescribable mental instruction, which mixed with the magic power and converged towards the tightly closed eyeball.

A few seconds later, with an unusual feeling of warmth in his hand, the eyeball formed by the "Tears of Bizuni" suddenly opened, revealing its dark pupil, bloodshot white of the eye, and eyelashes that continued to extend outward and wriggle like maggots.

"Give it a formal order, Dak. 'Tears of Bizuni' can be used to control most single life forms. You need to activate it to control yourself and force your brain to remember how to activate 'Ice Silence'." Wolfya whispered and ordered.

Soon, a mixture of black and light flashed around Dak's head, emitting complex temperatures that were either cold, hot, warm, or cold. After a few seconds, two dark tears flowed from Dak's eyes, and his eyes were completely replaced by the same endless darkness as "Ancient".

"I remember, Wulfya, I remember how to activate 'Ice Silence'." Dak said in an exceptionally cold and low voice, and began to perform the movements in his hands in an orderly manner.

Soon, strong winds and water droplets gathered around his body, and a shrill buzzing sound echoed in the huge "Red Fantasy Experimental Field". The searchlights under the dome shattered and destroyed one after another under the erosion of magic power, and the entire space was soon replaced by a blue light that seemed to seep out from a ghost land.

"s.shikmiryuqired shikmiryuqired shikmiryuqired" (Chinese)
Dark kept chanting the word "Ice" in the Central language in a fixed rhythm and a mechanical and unrhythmic fixed tone.

With each of his chanting, the world around him was covered with a thin layer of ice. He chanted countless times. When he finally stopped, Wolfya discovered that everything around him was covered with a thick, extremely solid layer of ice.

All traces of the previous "experimental fields" were hidden under the ice, and not even a trace of the mechanical parts was left.

"That's the effect, Dak. With your current strength, even if you go alone, I believe you can safely cross the Eventlai No Man's Land and reach the country of Khitanris that countless people desire." Wu Fuya smiled with relief, took his hand off Dak's shoulder, and began to recite the "Ancient Hymn":
"Endless void, the beginning of confusion."

"From the dream of thought, everything is born."

"The stars were born, and time and space came into being."

"The sound of creation spreads to all directions."

"When the time has passed, the sea and land will condense."

"The thunder has ceased, and the rain has ended."

"The old times are not over yet, and the end of the world is far away."

"The land of corruption and darkness, the beginning of all gods."

"From the beginning there was no living being, from the beginning there was no human being."

"Vile body, manic voice."

"The deep sea is the place where life grows."

"To nourish all things and to cage darkness."

"He is the red sun, and He is solid ice."