Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 543: Death of the Future

"Break his skin, muscles, and bones? I can't do it with my current strength! His flesh is too thick, like solid leather covering steel. And I can feel that his recovery ability is quite strong. As long as the surrounding 'Sorrow' and 'Ancient Power' do not dissipate, my speed of destroying 'Pramini's Sorrow's' body will hardly keep up with its recovery speed."

Wright turned his back to the Future, clenched his flushed hands, and stared intently at the Pramini Sorrow that was slowly getting up again in front of him, and said:

"If you mean cutting off its limbs, then maybe. But, Future, can you remember more specific details? For example, how to cut off its limbs, and what should we pay attention to when attacking it?"

“It seems… yes.” Future suppressed his increasingly rapid heartbeat and the pain that gradually spread from his chest to his limbs. He quietly wiped away the blood from his nose that was flowing like a stream and continued to activate the “Old Memory Vision” to read and simultaneously read out the information in his memory.

"'Guide to Existing Monsters in the Red Zone'... Page 284, 'Pramini's Axe'... No, it should be 'Pramini's Sorrow'. Yes, it's here. The effect of 'Breath of Mutation' makes the brain and nerves extremely sensitive and fragile. As long as an external force attacks it, it will die again.

"However, the four limbs actually present four completely different states: trees, steel, beasts, and humans. They represent the entire Steam Age. According to the descriptions of the [Soldiers] of the Northern Defense Corps of the Federal Council stationed here, they once saw a humanoid monster outside the 'Wind Wall' guarding the 'Red Fantasy Ruins'."

"Humanoid monster?" Wright asked curiously, feeling a little uneasy.

"Yes, that humanoid monster has eight tentacles like a crocodile's tail, and is as tall as the Federation soldiers. It has a red halo on its body, and its eyes are scarlet, emitting a terrifying red glow. Its attire is similar to that of the Federation Guards. The Federation [Soldiers] almost recognized the wrong person, but the psychics who understand the rules of 'sequence deck' believe after divination that this humanoid monster has the power to defeat 'Pramini's Sorrow'..." "Future" said, looking up at Wright, and repeatedly looking at the contents of the "Old Memory Vision" through his right eye.

It seems... there are some similarities between the description in the Guide and Wright standing in front of him.

The scene was a little awkward for a moment, but soon, "Pramini's Sorrow", which had recovered from a brief dizziness, once again raised the huge gun barrel covered with red sticky liquid and body fragments, and after a few heavy trampling sounds, the muzzle was aimed at Wright's body.

This time, the two dragon-like wings of the "Pramini's Sorrow" flapped desperately, sending out a green gust of wind. On the one hand, it cooled the barrel, and on the other hand, it made it difficult for Wright to jump close from the air.

"Pramini's Sorrow", which seemed to have completely recovered, was extremely angry at Wright's close-range attack, but it also retained a lot of intelligence and magic power belonging to the god "Lord of Eternal Red".

The giant monster's limbs were bent and inserted into the yellow sand ground one by one. It almost completely merged into the ground and turned itself into a circular turret with a very stable chassis.

The strong and hard arms supported the body, and the loose flesh and the hairy skin just completely covered the four limbs. The transparent, viscous or scarlet liquids gushed out from the sunken crater-like wounds like springs, but solidified after completely covering the four limbs, forming a layer of solid armor like resin.

All of this happened extremely quickly, taking no more than fifteen seconds in total.

Therefore, Light, who felt the fluctuations of the surrounding magic power, came to an obvious conclusion: "This guy is afraid, but he is very clear about his own weaknesses. In order to achieve complete victory, he has begun to borrow the 'ancient power' regardless of the consequences."

Even though his opponent was using the "ancient power" with all his might, Wright did not want to overdraw his own red magic power.

In the dream in Migov Town of the Rigne Empire, the incarnation of the "Daughter of Mechanical Element" had warned him not to overdraw the red magic power, otherwise he would fall into madness and completely forget his human identity.

After all, ultimate power cannot come from ordinary creatures. Under the constraints of the Creator's supreme and unalterable "reason", the more human nature and "divinity" are annihilated, the more insane the spirit is, the easier it is to create an extremely powerful force.

Reason only allows you to live as a human being, nothing more. Only complete madness can release the power hidden deep in your soul and genes.

boom!
The sound of red shells mixed with sparks being fired from the huge cannon shattered Wright's memories and quickly brought his mind and body back to reality.

Wright desperately mobilized the remaining red magic power in his body and condensed it on the "Dark Touch" behind him, causing it to "bloom" around like a chrysanthemum. At the same time, the magic power that was replenished again allowed Wright to condense a "Red Kite Eagle Shield" that was large enough to cover his entire body to resist artillery attacks.

However, this time, the shells mixed with the "ancient breath" were even more powerful and instantly broke through the "Red Kite Eagle Shield". The flying debris pierced Wright's left arm, making him temporarily unable to maintain the shield due to the pain.

Not caring about his bleeding arm, the second and third shells came like hail. Wright had no choice but to use a "dark touch" to hold "the future" and desperately jump backwards, constantly avoiding the meteor shower-like attacks.

The excessive condensation of the "ancient power" caused the Scorching Sun to completely disappear, as if the world and the universe were experiencing a dark disease, breeding death and disaster in the darkness that "covered the sky and the sun".

The gust of wind emitting a faint green glow cast an aura of the undead over the "Red Fantasy Ruins", and the seemingly endless artillery shells intensified the already tiresome smell of war.

However, the only consolation is that the world in the "Red Fantasy Ruins" may be real or fake. The huge crater created by the explosion of the shells will soon be filled up by the yellow sand brought by the wind. However, the lingering smell of burning and decay will not dissipate until the Creator disappears. Fortunately, the "Ancient Power" cannot be used continuously without restraint. After pouring more than a hundred shells on this yellow sand land covered in darkness, the dragon wings of "Pramini's Sorrow" finally stopped flapping, and curled back to the sides of the body to protect itself.

The limbs it used to support its body bent further, completely presenting a kneeling posture, and together with the huge cannon barrel on its back, it curled inward, temporarily stopping its attack.

Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity to catch his breath, Wright placed "Future" behind a huge rock, looked at "Pramini's Sorrow" with caution, and asked with his back to "Future":
"Remember it? 'Future'. Is there a way to cut off its limbs?"

"There is indeed another sentence after the entry of 'The Sorrow of Pramini', but it is a prophetic poem by Aidari Sage. I remember reading it in... I read it in the grand tower of Carnosk, called "The Rise and Fall of Order". It is called: 'The sand of the black sun cannot bury [Order], and steam and killing cannot cover the glory; the fate of the machine listens to the wailing of pain, and the broken spear walks towards the rebirth of the world. '" "The Future" replied:

"There is nothing after that... Lord Light, that is another entry in the Guide."

"This prophetic poem seems to be positive. I can feel a positive emotion from it. But we need some help to reach the 'new life', right? But now, who else will appear here? Is it Dark who promised me that he would come here in the gray dream, or those people from Cruz's army?" Wright pondered, but did not notice the abnormality of the "future" behind him.

In fact, "Future" did feel relieved after retelling the content of "Old Memory Vision". Just when he was about to completely escape from the alien dimension, he found that his face, chest, arms, and thighs were covered with scarlet blood.

I reached out and touched it, and it felt wet.

Moreover, even if the "ancient power" and dark magic power were removed, his right eye, which had been acquiring information from the memory world, was still pitch black, as if it had completely lost its function.

Immediately afterwards, "Future" saw his heart flashing blue light strongly for a few times and then suddenly went out, making a rumbling sound of mechanical damage. It completely lost the blue light exclusive to the Lost, and continued to emit green "life aura" light spots like fireflies.

"Finally... is it time?" "Future" felt an unprecedented fatigue and sleepiness, and fell to the ground as if all the strength in his body was drained away.

However, his back happened to be leaning against the huge rock behind him, allowing him to look up to the sky.

"It should be... that forcibly maintaining 'Vision of Old Memories' has exhausted... my strength. Forcibly connecting the alternate dimension where the flow of time is much slower with reality will consume vitality at a rate thousands of times. No wonder... no wonder my brother 'Wind Mine' told me that 'Vision of Old Memories'... is a skill that is enough to kill the Lost." "Future" smiled bitterly and said to himself:
"Brother... the brother who became the 'Axe of Pramini' is probably still in the 'Chaos Group' camp. But he must have long since left this painful and hopeless world. His broken and ugly body is left here, but his soul should have followed the Lord to the magnificent heaven."

As the power belonging to the Lost Ones quickly dissipated, the "Ancient" and magical power quickly disappeared, and the eyes of "Future" finally changed from the dark purple and black colors of the past years back to the normal brown of the Cruz people.

The dark mark on his forehead that brought him power and disaster finally disappeared at this moment. Countless green "life aura" spots also turned into countless "lights" that brought civilization and hope to mankind.

They dispelled the darkness around them that seemed to have condensed for billions of years, enough to allow all humans who were struggling in the long night of the wasteland, suffering from death, hunger, pain, madness and confusion, to find the direction to heaven.

"The future", no, two completely different memories that both belonged to Constantinrian began to echo in front of his eyes. The images flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope of images, and at the same time, the world around him began to become brighter.

The scorching sun was once again hanging high above the dome like a roulette wheel, and the melodious calls of living things once again surrounded his ears. The plants seemed to have broken through the shackles of yellow sand and "viruses" and emerged from the void again, returning to nature. The dried-up rivers were once again filled with water, exuding a fresh and intoxicating natural scent.

The gloomy and dim atmosphere seemed to disappear completely at this moment. He could no longer perceive the depression, fear and pain. In the distance, small wisps of smoke, symbolizing prosperity, emerged from the chimney, and the distant sound of the whistle slowly "came" with the train that welcomed him to leave this world of suffering.

“Chitanris… is too far away from me, and the pain of war… is so close. Perhaps, salvation does not necessarily require reaching the dreamlike East. Death is also a way to escape the long night of the wasteland.” “Future” said, with a smile called “happiness” gradually rising from the corners of his mouth.

Soon, the steaming train stopped above the track and platform that suddenly appeared in front of him. A man wearing a cotton cloak embroidered with sunflower patterns in gold thread, which was very much in the style of the Cruz court, got off the car and came to the front of the boulder where "Future" was sitting.

He smiled and squatted down, stretched out his rough right hand to stroke the face of "Future", then pulled "Future" up and said in a soft and doting voice:

"Let's go, the train is about to start. Follow it and we will go to a world better than Khitanlis, where the land is fertile, the rivers flow with milk and honey, the sun will never set, and we will never encounter death, pain, disaster and deception again. That is... created by the Creator - a place of eternal happiness."

"Well, let's go, Brother 'Wind Mine'." "Future" smiled, and his face finally revealed a truly innocent and bright smile that belonged to a child.

(End of this chapter)