Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 537: The Conspiracy of the Eternal Red Lord (Part )
"So, Lord Eternal Red, are you really not afraid that the guy from the Cruzde Guard who contacted me in my dream, and the tall robot 'Mechanical Spirit', would break into the 'Red Fantasy Ruins' and come here to find us?" Wright stood in front of Lord Eternal Red, looking down at him with contempt in his red eyes.

The red flames, intensified by the light from the searchlight, almost burned his guard jacket, which he never took off, and his linen shirt, which was already covered with holes and mold, making his red skin look like that of a yaksha or devil in hell in Eastern culture.

"Humans, there is no possibility of breaking in here. This is determined by fate. Cruzde's poet Gurji had seen through everything long ago. Before the 'Fire of Divine Punishment' fell towards Nebsk, he wrote, 'The red flames follow the wind's chant, chasing after the 'happy' people like a courtship. When humans look at the weeping sun, they will remember that it is the lament of fate.'" After the Lord of Eternal Red finished speaking, he coughed violently a few times, and after spitting out the broken internal organs remaining in his throat, the corners of his mouth actually rose slightly, revealing a dangerous smile.

Then, he extended his canine-like sharp fangs and pierced his hands, which looked like they were cut out of tree trunks. He bit the skin that was torn open by his teeth, and enduring the extreme pain, he tore off a piece of skin that was almost completely integrated with the muscles.

"Hehe." A long-lost and eerie smile appeared on the face of the Lord of Eternal Red. Although the part where the skin was peeled off was oozing blood with a foul smell, he did not care, but quickened his gnawing movements.

The current Lord of Eternal Red has completely lost his "divinity" due to the "ancient power", "sorrow" and his own desires, and even his humanity has been gradually lost in these animal-like behaviors.

Wright, who was standing in front of him, paused his next attack because of this bizarre and strange action, as if he was watching a ghost that had just crawled out of purgatory and came to the world.

Soon, a pile of long strips of animal tissue appeared in front of the Lord of Eternal Red, with one side being tree bark and the other side being bloody human skin. In Wright's eyes, it looked very much like belt noodles, a specialty of the northern region, doused in chili oil and fried sauce.

In the last world, Wright's favorite food was noodles. No matter how delicious the meat and vegetables were, they could not completely attract his appetite. The feeling of sucking the smooth noodles down his throat into his stomach was extremely pleasant. The feeling of fullness and satisfaction that followed, as well as the stimulation brought by the spicy noodles, always made Wright feel unprecedented satisfaction.

Those long strips of skin that had separated from the arms of the Lord of Eternal Red actually briefly became an extremely rare delicacy in Light's eyes. It was not until the Lord of Eternal Red's pure white, strong and powerful arms replaced the bloody stumps and appeared before his eyes that he woke up from his brief trance.

"Do you know? Wright." The Lord of Eternal Red stood up, walked in front of Wright, looked straight into his red eyes that radiated the light of the red magic source, and said in a low voice:

"At the main entrance of the ruins, there is a monster artificially created based on the snake-haired witch Medusa. The scientists of the Cruzd Empire called her the 'New Snake Lady'. Her eyes are extremely beautiful and her body is extremely tall. Even if the current Cruzd people use the most powerful technology they can think of, they cannot win."

"What do you want to say?" There was a flash of panic in Wright's eyes, but he soon realized that even though the Lord of Eternal Red was currently at Order 3: Combat Level, the power of Deepse, the "Ancient God" contained in the red magic source power, could give him power beyond his level in a situation with such a strong "ancient atmosphere".

In other words, "the advantage is mine."

Wright forcibly suppressed the disgusting feeling emanating from the body and mind of the Lord of Eternal Red, took a few steps back, and continued:

"I don't think you can defeat me now. I can't smell any 'divine' in you. I once had a partner named Brett Klein. He exuded 'divine'.

"Although his 'divinity' comes from his family and bloodline, when he is in front of me, I can feel the security and assurance that comes from his strength. Justice, bravery, perseverance, strength and responsibility are the 'flavors' of 'divinity'. You, now, have long been abandoned by the Creator."

"You're talking nonsense!" the Lord of Eternal Crimson roared, desperately surging the magical power of fire and light in his body, pouring it into his newly born right hand, and once again ejected a metal dagger exactly the same as before from his wrist, saying:

"Do you know what this is, Light? This is my own dagger. It has been my companion since the Chaos Period after the end of the Seven Epochs. I have sought the Creator's opinion and named it 'Burning Light'.

"It is a bright and holy thing that has been approved by the Creator. Its existence proves that 'divinity' has never been far away from me."

"You know, Lord Eternal Red, in the age when the Creator was asleep, the power of the gods mainly depended on the believers' 'faith' in the gods. If you appear before the world with this attitude and face, people will quickly believe that the flames are dead and 'Pramini' is dead." Wright suppressed his inner disgust and nausea for the bloody body of the Lord Eternal Red that had begun to emit a strong stench. He forcibly suppressed the stomach acid that kept surging up like waves, and said:

"Ahem, ahem. Now, in the wasteland era shrouded in long night, people rarely believe in the Goddess of Light and you anymore. In the face of death, darkness, disease and disaster, people will turn to believe in the Lord of Darkness and pray to Him to grant them a little ability to survive in the darkness."

"Nonsense! People can't abandon fire, impossible! Absolutely impossible!" The Lord of Eternal Red was obviously enraged by Wright's words. He stared at Wright with a ferocious look on his face, and the next second, he suddenly picked up the "Burning Light" and stabbed it directly at Wright's head.

Whoosh!
This reckless attack without any magical power seemed ridiculous and childish to Wright, who controlled the red magical power and the "Touch of Darkness".

Wright simply leaned slightly to the side, grabbed the Eternal Red Lord's arm with his right hand, squeezed it hard, clenched his left fist, hooked it from below, and hit him in the chin.

Then Wright stretched out his right leg and used his knee to hit the Eternal Red Lord's thigh, forcing him to kneel on one knee in a very shameful posture.

Just when Wright thought that his series of combination punches had perfectly suppressed the relatively thin body of the Lord of Eternal Red, the Lord of Eternal Red unexpectedly used his mind to transfer the "Burning Light" from his numb right hand to his left hand in an instant. Taking advantage of the blind spot caused by his back to Wright, the Lord of Eternal Red suddenly turned to the left and stabbed towards Wright's face again.

Whoosh!
Fortunately, after years of strengthening with the red magic power, Light possessed top-notch human agility and reaction ability. Even though the Lord of Eternal Red had mobilized all the muscles in his body, reaching an unprecedented state of tension and launched this attack with all his strength, he still did not achieve the expected effect. It only slightly pierced Light's face, leaving a tiny, faint flame scar.

"Despicable! As a god, you actually tried to deceive and attack me, a tiny human at the fifth level!" The flames on his body and face simultaneously ignited the nameless anger in Wright's heart.

After he used two "Dark Touches" to suppress the arms of the Lord of Eternal Red, he stepped on his chest, picked up his fist, and used pure brute force without any skill to hit his head that had a handsome face and a despicable soul.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

It was not until the face of the Lord of Eternal Red lost its human contours and gained an abnormal roundness, and blood gushed out from all the places where the inside of the body interacted with the outside world, that he gasped, lifted the Lord of Eternal Red high above his head, and threw him towards the top of this mysterious area shaped like a palace.

But the strange thing was that although Wright heard the hoarse scream from the throat of the Lord of Eternal Red when he was thrown up, he did not hear the dull sound of the heavy object falling to the ground as it should have been.

Wright looked up and saw that the wall lamps on the walls of the palace area, which had a strong Cruzde Palace style, were still emitting a dim glow. Some searchlights above that were enough to illuminate the entire area were still emitting a blazing white light, but the top that seemed to reach the sky was still pitch black.

It was as if, just now, Wright had put all his strength into throwing the Eternal Red Lord, causing him to be swallowed by the pitch-black mist at the top.

Just as Wright was thinking about his next course of action, the dragons carved on the huge stone door behind him all "looked" towards the central area, at the huge sunflower, the German flower of Cruz, which symbolizes light.

Immediately afterwards, the sunflower in the center began to glow blue, as if it came from the stars and the future, and began to rotate faster and faster along the floating petal in the center.

When the blue light filled every corner of the palace area and the sunflowers and dragon totems were swallowed by the light at the same time, the huge stone door suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a "non-Euclidean tunnel" that connected to the outside world and exuded a real breath.

And a young man who was of similar height to him, but much thinner. One of his arms was a mechanical device with a metallic luster, and the other arm was as dry and distorted as a tree trunk. Half of his face was pure white, and the other half was covered with protruding black blood vessels.

He took two steps forward and said in a young, immature voice, with a hint of shyness and fear:

"You... are the 'Echo'... Light, right? My name is Constantinian, I'm a Lost One from the 'Order'. I'm currently the, uh, 'Ruler' No. 12 of the 'Order'. You can call me by my code name - 'Future'."

(End of this chapter)