Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 545: Fate's Partner (Part )
"What a wonderful wish." Wright looked at the pool of black powder left by "Future" and said with emotion:

"No matter which world it is, there is a mysterious and fascinating Eastern world. Countless travel notes describe it as a paradise covered with gold, a happy place flowing with milk and honey. But in fact, the gap between people is not that huge, and naturally, the gap between countries is not that big either.

"Perhaps, relying on pure human bodies is not enough to completely eliminate the 'Heartless People' and purify the Lost. The despicable nature of humans themselves means that victory is unlikely to come. Only individuals who have been transformed by the 'Heartless People Virus' and the 'Mysterious Extraordinary Power' can continue the civilization that belongs to mankind in the new civilization dimension."

After a few sighs, Wright put away the "Burning Black Vision" "given" to him by the "future". He was not used to the feeling of the surge of dark magic power. These cold and biting forces close to evil would conflict with the hot red magic power in his body. As long as the dark power was surged, Wright could always feel the irrepressible coldness.

At the same time, silently, the "Pramini's Sorrow" behind Wright just recovered from the trauma and fatigue of the previous battle, and let out a shrill and soul-piercing wail and cry, like a giant "Ice Bear" just awakened from a deep sleep, or more like an "Ice Eagle" soaring in the northern extreme cold zone, seemingly never landing.

Soon, just as Light was surging the abundant red magic power in his body and just turned around to face the "Pramini's Sorrow", he suddenly felt a scorching air wave coming towards him.

The huge red energy quickly gathered on the two huge gun barrels of "Pramini's Sorrow" that were raised again. The red air waves came towards him in wave after wave at a fixed frequency as if according to a set program, and radiated higher and higher temperatures.

At the same time, countless "burning liquids" continuously overflowed from the depressions on the surface of "Pramini's Sorrow", which was like a lump of meat and a ball of hair, and was flowing with unpleasant-smelling, fishy-smelling crimson liquids, and splashed out in large quantities under the continuous movement of the body.

Soon, a circular cut appeared in the middle of the body of "Pramini's Sorrow", like a donut cut in half, revealing hideous teeth, and the bloody remains were set off by the tentacles of a mixture of steel and blood.

Although these tentacles are only two or three times the length of a human being, their width is comparable to Wright's waist circumference. As streams of "burning liquid" that can corrode most flesh and metal are poured on them, these tentacles quickly become straighter and harder than steel.

Along with it, a scarlet halo appeared on the surface of the teeth and tentacles, causing the surrounding air to distort and creating ripples that made ordinary humans shudder.

Immediately afterwards, the straight tentacles and the huge cannon barrel were all aimed at Wright at the same time, as if the cannon barrel had completely locked his body. No matter how Wright ran, the cannon barrel and the tentacles would constantly adjust their direction, maintaining a posture aimed at Wright, ready to go.

Moreover, as the energy continued to gather, the temperature of the air waves continued to rise, and no liquid related to carbon-based organisms flowed out of the body, tentacles and barrels of "Pramini's Sorrow". Instead, it continuously overflowed with pungent-smelling motor oil like a trickle of streams.

At this moment, "Pramini's Sorrow" not only completely abandoned the qualifications of being born as a god, but also completely and madly abandoned all the characteristics of being a human being and a biological being.

His body was quickly covered with a layer of solid mechanical armor. His limbs made of different materials became four pillars made of different alloys. The ugly and disgusting fur turned into metal spikes. There was no more aura of magic power on his body. Only the disgusting "ancient power" and mechanical energy remained.

"Is this...complete mechanization? I remember that there was a mechanical body called Luo Nie, right? In order to pursue [personality], he kept discarding the mechanical part. And the 'Lord of Eternal Red', for the sake of a short-term victory, actually discarded [personality] in exchange for power beyond the flesh. It's really...stupid, and terrible." Wright sighed.

He did not sit there and wait for death, but tried to further infuse the red magic power into the "Dark Touch". However, this time, the "Dark Touch" seemed to have lost its vitality under the pressure of the machine. No matter how he manipulated it, it always drooped on his back and the ground, unable to make any offensive moves.

But "Pramini's Sorrow" would not give up the attack just because the opponent's strength weakened. He finally gathered all his energy, kept all his gun muzzles pointed at Wright's body, and began to emit energy rays mixed with a burning breath.

Sizzle...sizzle...

Wherever the rays reached, yellow sand was blown up and scattered around, rising and surging like blue waves, and under the extreme high temperature and flames, it turned into dazzling and beautiful dust-sized diamonds, falling on Wright's body.

The first wave of attack by "Pramini's Sorrow" seemed to be a warm-up, and also a small warning to Wright. Wright knew in his heart that both the former god Lord of Eternal Red and the current monster "Pramini's Sorrow" were completely emotionless evil monsters. They had no thoughts of their own, and no rational way of action. They were like a transcendental machine with a hollowed-out brain that operated according to an ancient, extreme program, setting off terrifying flames while waiting for the moment when the energy was exhausted.

However, the manipulator behind the "ancient power" is not a monster without intelligence, but a being beyond the gods that humans cannot understand, observe, or speculate. Even a careless glimpse of it will drive people completely crazy.

Those "ancient gods" who possess "ancient power" are warning Light, hoping that he can completely abandon his identity as a human and a mutant, accept the deeper "ancient power" in the red magic power that symbolizes darkness, death and madness, and become one of the terminators of this cycle of human civilization.

When the next round of red rays with a burning breath close to death detonated the yellow sand around Wright's body again, some very clear memories from long ago suddenly emerged in his mind.

Gradually, all the darkness around him began to fade away slowly, and thick white fog began to cover his vision, hearing, and all senses, quietly spreading to the entire small world he was in.

"Is this... the gray dream... coming again?" Wright murmured in a low voice.

But this time, after the thick fog dissipated, it was no longer a lush and green world like the southern land of the Yanhuo Empire, with flowing streams and dense forests, but the oasis in the yellow sand of the Silent Highlands where he had just killed the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan" and then pierced through the Crown Prince Ivante thirty years ago.

This old but not ancient world still remains at the moment when the "Fire of Heavenly Punishment" exploded. When the life of Crown Prince Ivant ended, the bomb that had been arranged long ago fell accurately on his head, attempting to destroy all enemies who were unfavorable to Crown Prince Ivant together with the lifeless body.

"Is this a dream... a memory, an illusion, or... reality?" Wright looked at the world where time stood still in surprise, trying to walk in the terrifying world of burning air and red.

But before he took two steps, the childish voice of a seven or eight-year-old child appeared behind him:

"Have you finally remembered what you should do? The owner of the red magic power and Deepser's power, the poor man who traveled from another dimension, Light."

In an instant, a large number of complex memory fragments rushed into Wright's brain, causing his head to feel a bursting pain, his breathing to become rapid, and his whole body to be unable to breathe as if a huge rock was pressing down on it.

He staggered forward a few steps, and with his usual amazing mental strength, he barely suppressed his brain thoughts and memories that were about to collapse. According to his guess, he turned his back to the voice and answered:
"I never promised you anything, even though you saved me when I was facing death. I said that if I can't end the Wasteland Era and usher in the dawn of the Star Era of human civilization, I would rather drown in the flames and return to the world that belongs to me, 'Resurrection of the God'."

"It's rare that you still remember me, Brother Light. The ancient god's habit of sleeping has allowed you to linger for another thirty years in this world full of pain, deception, confusion, hesitation and death. You have also completely awakened from the endless slumber." "Resurrection and Annihilation of the Gods" continued with an ethereal and childish tone, but with a hint of mystery and weird overtones that did not belong to a teenager, and slowly floated in front of Light.

He pulled down the hoodie connected to the plain black cape, revealing his right hand wearing a half-finger glove with a "Cthulhu" badge. He gently pointed to a place above Wright's head that seemed as far away as the universe, and said:
"But you must know, Brother Light, the Sword of Damocles will not hang over your head forever. Even if it can stay suspended for ten, thirty years, a century, an era, or even until the moment when the Creator falls silent, it will eventually fall. As long as you are lucky enough to forget his existence, or think you can escape the pursuit of the 'old gods', from that moment on, the rope connected to the sword will break, and the sharp metal will pierce your head, ending your life."

"I said, I never promised you..." Wright had completely remembered everything that happened after Ivante's "Fire of Heavenly Punishment" exploded. He stared at the young but evil-filled body of "Resurrection of the God" and said sternly:
"I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of becoming a dragon eroded by ancient power. I am even less afraid of being imprisoned here, like the Lord of Eternal Red, who has lost his humanity and divinity and turned into an ugly and dirty monster. I just want to arrange my own destiny with my own will."

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(End of this chapter)