Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 536: The Conspiracy of the Eternal Red Lord (Part )
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The sound of a dull object entering the flesh came from Wright's back, and it spread in the dim environment where blue, dim yellow and white were intertwined, and the echoing sound became more and more intense.

Wright, who was stabbed in the heart, was startled at first, and then reacted quickly. Almost subconsciously, he mobilized the rich red magic power in his body and poured it into the eight dark touches within 0.3 seconds.

The tentacles turned a terrifying red.

Snapped!
Wright waved the four tentacles on his right back to blow the relatively weak Lord of Eternal Red away, just like skipping a stone on water, causing the latter to bounce up and down in the pool of water and finally fall on the edge of the churning mud.

"What are you doing? Lord Yongchi. Why did you attack me?" Wright looked at Lord Yongchi in confusion, staring into his deep red pupils, watching the bright, sweet and delicious blood pouring down from the broken forehead, an inexplicable anger surged in his heart.

"Container, Light...you are the perfect container. The red magic power...it is a power very close to fire. It is strong enough, just like the 'Steel Body' of the Guardian. I...this body is already in tatters...Light, I need your flesh to reconnect with the Creator." The Lord of Eternal Red half-knelt in the puddle, licked the blood on his forehead with his tongue, and looked at Light with greedy eyes.

"Your mind has been clouded by desire, and the ancient power has corroded your spirit. Lord Eternal Red, you have gone mad." Light glanced at the red-haired god with contempt, and reached out to touch the metal dagger still stuck in his back.

Just as he was about to exert force to pull out the dagger, a ball of fire suddenly ignited from the wound and rose along his spine, looking like a human body wearing a cockscomb.

Wright subconsciously looked at the dagger in his hand that was still dripping with the awakening liquid, and saw that the dagger was instantly soaked with a layer of black "coal ash" by his blood. It must be the result of the red magic source power containing Deepser's power in his body interacting with the "sorrow" condensed with the "ancient power" in the air, eroding the "divinity".

After all, things of the gods, anything created by the gods, used by the gods, and made by the gods, will gradually be imbued with an indelible divinity.

After the Creator created the "Ancient Gods", he discovered that the dark deep sea was indeed the cradle of life. However, once the clouds dispersed and the sun played its role, when everything should have been bathed in the holy light, the "Ancient Power" still hindered life from moving onto land and light.

Therefore, through meditation, He cast "God" and "divinity" into the world in the higher dimension. "Divinity" and "ancient" are like fire and ice, in an eternal state of hostility that is difficult to reconcile. Even if the "Lord of Darkness" and the "Goddess of Light" embrace each other, the struggle between the two will not stop.

In the past, when he was in the Empire of Rinie, Light had learned some "ancient" knowledge from Merlinal, but that was after all the content in books, and it seemed particularly boring and unrealistic.

And when the real "Ancient Power" that was beyond cognition appeared before his eyes, apart from a slight fear, he truly saw how a great supreme god known as "Pramini" degenerated into a greedy and coveting monster under the erosion of "Ancient".

It was at this moment that Wright felt a sharp pain in his right hand, forcing him to drop the dagger that had become red-hot.

He subconsciously looked at the ground and saw that the dagger had turned into a piece of beast's hand bone. It was gradually burnt by the blue flame and turned into a black and crispy substance.

Soon, the pitch-black daggers turned into countless pitch-black beetles under the influence of the surrounding water. They looked up at Wright, whose eyes had turned red, and screamed like children from their non-existent throats, then scattered in fear.

Then, the flames suddenly spread outward from Light's body, casting a terrifying smoke shadow like a giant monster on the ground. "This is my flame... It is enough to completely dissolve your skin and turn it into a solid steel shell. Ah, Light, you will be my first 'container', a beautiful, handsome, solid container with unique and terrifying power." The Lord of Eternal Red looked up at the several Cruz Palace-style electrical searchlights that were quickly lit above his head, and said in an affectionate, twisted tone close to that of a human:
"Don't worry, Light. After your soul leaves your body, I will ask the Creator to send it back to the world that originally belonged to you. This world is dark, painful, and completely hopeless, and it is about to die. But your world is just as you described. Although there is no magic, it has advanced technology and a prosperous economy. People can bathe on the golden beach in any free time, enjoy the breeze by the sea, and fall asleep in the sunshine."

"You are really crazy, Lord of Eternal Red. Moreover, after your 'divinity' was worn away, have you become even more stupid?" Wright endured the burning and pain brought by the flames, pretending to be unaffected and stood up straight, letting the flames cover every inch of his skin, making "crackling" sounds, flying sparks, and emitting the smell of burnt flesh.

"The two worlds don't seem to have any connection. Perhaps, after so many years, my body in the previous world has long died. Even if the soul can pass through the confinement of time and space, it will be lost and dissipated because it cannot find the body." The red in Wright's eyes quickly spread from his pupils, filling the entire whites of his eyes. Combined with the flames on his body, he looked like a Ghost Rider.

He poured all the red magic power in his body into the eight "Dark Mystery Touches", so that the black tentacles were covered with a layer of red ancient tribal pattern called "Red Nightmare".

Being trapped in the "Red Fantasy Ruins" for nearly thirty years did not wear away Wright's mental strength and magic power. On the contrary, because the red magic power was highly compatible with the "ancient gods", it was strengthened to an extent that is difficult to describe in words.

The "Red Nightmare" pattern actually made the "Touch of Darkness" grow under the catalysis of the red magic power. It not only became thicker and more powerful, but also allowed the semi-biological structure like crocodile skin to completely transform into a special alloy material mainly composed of steel under the influence of flames.

"You are crazy, Lord of Eternal Red. Originally, I thought you were the representative of fire, the supreme god who controlled fire to benefit mankind. But in fact, you are a selfish coward. You are afraid of death, afraid of the loss of power, afraid that your broken body cannot be repaired, resulting in the loss of the ability to communicate with the Creator." As Wright spoke, he took heavy steps, stepped over the puddle in front of him, and said in a heavy and majestic voice:
"This made you lose yourself and choose to follow your desires. You didn't have the patience to wait for your body to recover, nor did you have the determination to abandon this broken body and serve the Creator yourself. You just wanted to achieve your goal through shortcuts. Just like Ivan XXII."

"So what? There are only two of us here. Once the red magic source in your body used to fight against my flames is exhausted, my flames will burn your soul. I know that you invited a young man with great potential to save you through the 'Gray Dream'. But you should know that the more energy related to the ancient times that is condensed here, the slower the flow of time." The Lord of Eternal Red smiled and climbed up from the ground. Although the vines extending from the ground once again completely wrapped around his legs and gradually wrapped around his scarred arms, they still could not quell the smile on his handsome face:

"In fact, Wright, we have been bound here together for decades, and I don't really want to end your life right away. After all, getting along with each other can create feelings. I might as well tell you a fact, that is, every god who ranks high has at least two bodies.

"One is the 'real body', which may be sleeping in the higher-dimensional divine realm, or bathing in the warmth of the Creator, and the other is the 'messenger body', which is the body we use after entering the human world. My 'real body' has long disappeared with hundreds of years of erosion, but as long as I have your body, I will soon have a stronger 'real body' again."

"You wish." Wright was furious. He quickly ran to the front of the "Lord of Eternal Red", picked up two "Dark Touches" and wrapped them around the body of the "Lord of Eternal Red" like a python. He roared and pulled him up from the ground and threw him to the side, causing him to hit heavily on the iron wall covered with brown rust and embedded in the rock.

Boom!
The dull sound once again echoed in the space filled with the fishy smell of "Shang". The "Lord of Eternal Red" had an irrepressible smile on his face, his mouth open, letting saliva mixed with saliva flow out.

A few seconds later, he spat out two teeth, half-knelt on the ground, supported himself with his arms covered with dry bark, and said in an unexpectedly clear voice:
"Wright, you don't seem to really realize the strength of your body. This is no wonder. After all, when you first came to this world, you entered an unfamiliar body. Your strength needs to be constantly integrated with your spirit in order to unleash its maximum potential.

"But now, thirty years have passed. Even in your deep sleep, your spirit has not stagnated. It is still functioning, allowing you to contact the outside world in your gray dreams and better understand this world. Now... now your power has completely merged with your body. It is so powerful, so shocking, so... wonderful. Being able to occupy... occupy such a strong body is enough to make me despise all gods except the Creator."

(End of this chapter)