Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 540: The Dead God (Part )

"Death...?" Wright felt like his head was about to explode.

If the Lord of Eternal Crimson had already died in that oasis, then... who was the god trapped in the dark palace with Light? And who was the one fighting with him under the light of the searchlight?
If it is a soul... Could it be that Light, like the Lord of Eternal Red, has already died?
Dozens of complex speculations quickly filled Wright's brain. Since he had just woken up from a long sleep less than a month ago, his brain was unable to process such heavy and complex speculative information.

A few seconds later, a stream of bright red blood gushed out of his nostrils, gurgling down like a stream or a spring, sliding across the silver, unexpectedly clean guard uniform, and dripping onto the sand under his feet. The blood quickly merged with the surrounding sand, losing almost all of its water and turning into a ball of dark red ticks that seemed to be wriggling slightly.

"Lord Light, what's wrong with you?" "Future" asked with concern, quickly ran to Light, took out a handkerchief embroidered with strange symbols in silver thread given to him by Talia, and handed it to Light.

It seemed that as most of the "ancient atmosphere" began to fade away, the "future" completely lost its fear of the "dark and mysterious touch" behind Wright.

After helping Wright wipe his nosebleed, "Future" comforted Wright:

"The Lord of Eternal Crimson that I saw has indeed become a dried-up body. If you, Lord Light, did fight him, then there are only two possibilities. Either it is a body formed by the power left by the 'Ancient God' and imitating the activities of the living; or it is a spiritual body left after the death of the god.

"It is difficult for gods to die immediately even if they suffer heavy damage, and their bodies will not be affected by the disappearance of their flesh in the world. Unless they were imprisoned by the Creator or the 'Ancient Lord' from the beginning. Of course, there is another possibility, that this 'Red Fantasy Ruins' will devour those who enter."

"Devouring those who enter?" Wright's inner fear increased a little. Even though his nosebleed had stopped, the fear in his heart was like a kettle that was gradually heated up, and began to boil gradually.

He stood up from his kneeling position and expressed his inner anxiety:

"I'm afraid that not only the Lord of Eternal Crimson, I may have been devoured as well. Because, what I saw in the Lord of Eternal Crimson was not only the gradually increasing 'ancient aura', but also a trace of divinity. The remaining part of Deepser's power in my body told me that the 'ancient god' cannot create any divinity, so..."

"So you are afraid of death, right? You are afraid that you are dead, or that you will become some kind of earthbound spirit and will never be able to leave here, right?" "Future" laughed:
"But you still exist here. After you made this guess, you still exist, which proves that your guess is wrong. The Creator's 'law' stipulates that any dead person will disappear immediately when they know that they are dead. The soul will be annihilated and the existence will be eliminated. This is the self-repair function of the huge system of the universe.

"If you are still worried that you might be devoured by the 'old', why not open your clothes and touch your heart to see if it is still running... hotly. In a world eroded by extraordinary power, your eyes, nose, ears, and even brain can deceive you, but your heart will not."

"Heart... no?" Wright took off his silver-white guard uniform puzzledly, pulled open his linen shirt, and reached out to touch his heart.

There was indeed a burning hot feeling under the rough skin. Wright simply looked at his heart. It was still emitting the same blue light and still beating as accurately and rhythmically as a machine.

"Indeed, I won't, Master Light." "Future" walked up to Light, stretched out his alienated hand and pressed it on Light's heart, forcibly enduring the temperature from the "ancient power", the magic source power and the "burning liquid", and explained:

"Lord Light, you should have been a Lost... No, a Superpower. Haha... Whether it's a Lost or a Superpower, there is actually no difference between us. It's just that whether we stand on the side of humans or not has forcibly divided us into two completely hostile races.

"The biggest difference between the Lost Ones and the Superpowers and humans is their hearts. Our hearts don't emit the terrifying red light brought by the burning liquid like the Heartless Ones, but a gentle azure glow, which symbolizes the glory of machinery and technology."

"I know that." Wright took the hand of "Future" away. He was not used to other people touching his chest, even those who fought side by side with him. "The hearts and blood of people with special abilities also have 'burning fluid', but because we have extraordinary powers in our bodies that we can control, we can suppress and use them.

"But the heart of a mutant will still become a machine, indestructible. This is the 'principle' that the Creator added when setting up the 'Heartless Virus'." "Lord Light, perhaps you already know why our hearts won't deceive us." "Future" walked behind Light, turned his back to him, and said in a low voice:

"Everything in the universe was created by the Creator. No force can contend with the supreme 'power of the Creator.' Even if you are strong, just, correct, and brave, you will be crushed to dust and disappear in the face of His power in the blink of an eye."

"Future" said, picked up a withered branch on the ground, slightly activated the dark magic power in his body, made a finger snap, and the branch turned into powder in an instant, fell to the ground and merged with the yellow sand.

"Sometimes I wonder if Ivan XXII is not as stupid and arrogant as I thought before. Our hearts have the ability to resist all illusions, which shows that we are indeed evolving." "Future" turned around and stared at Wright's eight "Dark Touches" that were slightly moving in the wind and said:
"Since the beginning of the Third Age, or what the Crusaders call the Steam Age, mankind has made major breakthroughs in the industrial sector. Steel towers have been erected, the Great Railway that traverses the snowy wasteland has been opened to traffic, aerospace fighter planes have roared past, and metallurgical furnaces have been working day and night.

"However, even though humans had invented steamships long ago, they did not successfully usher in the true Age of Navigation."

"I've always wondered why?" Wright murmured in a low voice, and his mind flashed back to the brief memories of reading the history of cities, empires and the world in the city of Sugra in the Rinet Empire.

The rumbling steam and dim lights brought him a rare and brief moment of peace without combat missions, but now, he was destined to hardly have such a peaceful time again.

The Future did not directly answer Wright’s question, but instead introduced history:

"The Putoyans successfully discovered the route from Putoya City, the center of the empire, to the southern capital of the Yanhuo Empire, and once occupied the entire 'Putoya-Africa' continent, as well as the 'Ailan Border' that was independent of the continent, and even the 'Zhongyan Peninsula' in the south of the Yanhuo Empire.

"There was once a great navigator named Goyuri Dani. Through a lot of mathematical calculations and navigation measurements, he confirmed that the entire world, that is, the planet we stand on, is a sphere. In other words, on the east side of the continent, the East Ying Province of the Flame Empire should not reach the 'Black Mining Islands', but the 'Imperial Main Area' under the jurisdiction of Putoya."

"What you mean is that, in fact, there is still ocean to the east, and it is getting darker and darker. The ancient books left over from the era of humans and dragons described the existence of a continent and an underwater world where 'ancient' gods live, but no one has ever been able to actually reach there, right?" Wright asked, relying on his long memories.

"Indeed, and..." "Future" reached out and stroked the "Dark Touch" that had drooped down on Wright's back, feeling the complex patterns and armor-like texture on it, and replied:
"Moreover, Goyuri did see the archipelago with 'ancient plants' growing through the telescope, but he was unable to get his ship to shore. Finally, when their fleet was rescued by the people of the Flame Empire on the Black Oblivion Islands, those who clamored to explore the 'ancient world' in the east all went crazy.

"I think it's because their will is so strong that they really saw the true appearance of the 'Ancient Gods'. You know, those of us who often borrow the power of the 'Ancients' can only glimpse their existence through dreams and hallucinations.

“So, even if the entire Steam Age has ended and human technology allows them to travel through the sky and spy on the universe where the Creator lives, they cannot enter the true Ocean Age and find the entire land that exists on this planet.”

"Future" said, walked up to Wright, gave him a firm look, and continued:
"But now, I believe that we, the 'newly created humans', including the Lost and the Supernatural, have the ability to resist the 'Ancient'. Our spirits will not be overly affected by extraordinary powers, and we can use the magic cast by the Creator to cooperate with them... or fight against them.

"As long as we can reach the East, the Khitanris..."

Before "Future" could finish his words, a roar of thunder that resounded through the heavens and earth appeared behind the two of them, almost piercing their eardrums and causing the entire desert area to shake uncontrollably.

When the roar stopped, Wright discovered that a flesh-colored, bumpy tentacle, covered with a sticky scarlet substance and emitting a strong smell of decay, had pierced through the throat of "Future", leaving him with only a strange "humming" sound as he looked at the Future with horror and pleading for help.