Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 566: Dream of Death

Anna tightly grasped the pendant on her chest with her right hand, and quickly spread the plant-based magic power that filled her body to dispel the deep fog.

Soon, the thick fog mixed with the rich morning mist quickly dissipated, revealing the originally lush forest landscape. The sunlight descended from high above like a virus into the wind canyon of the Flame Empire, which seemed to be full of vitality but concealed a strong breath of death, and opened a narrow path leading to the mountain for Anna.

Seeing the darkness and fog completely disappear, and the brief sunlight filling her vision, she decisively withdrew all her magic power, but still kept holding the pendant and walked upwards.

In Anna's eyes, in addition to the firefly-like magical light spots around her, there is also a perfectly round snowball on the top that seems hazy but can be perceived extremely clearly.

This is the exclusive skill that her [Prophet] profession brings her - "Premonition". This is an upgraded version of the "Analysis" skill.

Usually, when the [Prophet] profession is at sequence 5-7, it can use the magic power to wash and train the body, and gain the "small skill" of "analysis" to spy on the type and level of other people's magic power. But when it is promoted to sequence 4: hope, "analysis" will be upgraded to "prediction". In addition to spying on magic power, it can also quickly collect and analyze all the information around it with a high degree of concentration, and generate judgments about the development of events, the situation on the road ahead, and the "outline" of unknown areas in the brain.

To put it simply, when Anna activated the "premonition" skill, even if it was her first time to come to this canyon forest, she could roughly know what was at the end of the trail.

However, here, she could only rely on her legs to climb up step by step. This place itself was a dream world that was separated from reality, where magic power and extraordinary power were intertwined, and it was extremely unstable in itself.

Once the magic power surges with the profession of [Prophet], if Anna is not careful, she will leave this dream due to her exclusive skill "Construction" and enter any different dream world she has created.

In this case, as long as the magic power in her body is exhausted, she will be trapped in her own dream forever and unable to wake up.

Perhaps because no one else has entered, this dream world is relatively stable. The surrounding scenes have not changed much. The trees and weeds, streams and bricks and stones all remain stable in place, and not even the slightest flicker of magic power has occurred.

Soon, Anna arrived at the entrance of the altar at the top with a radius of more than 50 meters.

However, the altar is now completely enclosed, with a 300-meter-long iron fence completely surrounding it. The silvery-white metal reflects the dazzling light of the sun, and the vertical walls made of half-height bricks are covered with smooth moss, making it impossible to approach and there is nowhere to stand.

In front of her was a solid iron door carved with a giant Khitan-style dragon. It was covered with sticky black asphalt, as if it was watered by clean water every moment, and its surface was disgustingly sticky.

Anna reached out to touch it, but could not feel any metallic texture at all. Instead, it felt like she was touching the skin of a monster, which was extremely cold, like a body lifted out of an ice cellar. The black dirt on her fingertips smelled of smoke, decay, and pungent petroleum.

It was as if this door did not belong to a dead object, and this black slime did not belong to a living thing.

Just as she used her magical power to wipe away the filth on her fingertips and was about to recite a spell to force her way into the altar, a young boy's tender, high-pitched voice came from above her head:
"This place is temporarily abandoned. If you want to communicate with the residents here, there is no need to go through so much trouble. As far as I know, they have already arrived in Novayask on a speeding and roaring train through a branch of the 'Great Railway'. Anna... no, Sister 'Lei Ye'."

Looking upwards in the direction of the voice, Anna saw a familiar face, with clean silver hair, a fair, tender, and flawless face that only belonged to a lost boy, and a pure white cotton robe embroidered with gold edges and iris patterns.

That's right, he is "Fu Bing", the No. 3 "ruler" of the long-paralyzed "Order Society". Since he came to this world full of sin, disaster and pain, he has been given a semi-mechanical blue heart and the disaster it brought, the title of "The Lost One".

However, his parents might have already degenerated into "heartless" beasts in the hazy primitive impulse, or might have followed the real master to the heavenly land full of peace, light and happiness. In short, he had never seen his parents, and naturally he did not have any formal name, even one that was insulting.

Even though he had temporarily left the complicated situation between the "Order Society" and the Federation, he still used the title given to him by the "New God", the leader of the "Order Society".

"Please stop calling me 'Order', brother 'Fubing'. You are not one of the 'Midnight Guards'." Anna ("Lei Ye") pouted angrily and further corrected:

"My name is Anna now. My full name is Anna Putorian. My ancestors are from the royal family of Putoria... By the way, I was the one who opened this 'Gray Dream'. How did you get in? And you got there before me?"

"That's easy, Sister Anna." "Fu Bing" sat on a thick branch of a tall tree, his legs swinging freely, his hands tightly grasping the bark. Under the overflow of the irrepressible magic power, the entire surface of the branch was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice.

As he spoke, he slid down the nearly smooth branches, and landed steadily on the ground amidst the flying leaves. After wiping off the sap on his robe, Fu Bing continued to answer:

"I have also awakened a higher-level profession, but... this kind of profession is easily despised and insulted. Sister Anna, since you have successfully entered the dream through the Khitanris gem, then I can follow you in as long as I touch your hand holding the gem.

"As for why I arrived earlier than you, it's because you were so busy looking at the scenery around you that you forgot to do your business."

"Okay." Anna showed a helpless expression on her face, but then she asked curiously, "What profession did you awaken to? Why haven't I heard you tell me about it?"

"It's the [Filthy Whisperer]. It's very helpless, isn't it?" "Fu Bing" shook his head, pretending to be an "adult" and sighed sadly:

"People have always described the [Filthy Whisperers] as evil, cunning people who use vicious words and unbearable mental attacks to force the opponent to anger and madness and win the battle. This is also the case in the "Professional Introduction Manuals" written by the Rhine, Crusad, and Kitanris people.

"However, I discovered that the abilities of the [Filthy Speaker] and the [Prayer] have something in common, and perhaps it is not just the mental damage. After all, the [Prayer] gains blessings by providing emotional value to the gods with beautiful language.

"[Filthy Speakers], on the other hand, use extremely vicious verbal attacks against the gods' weak points, and make complicated, messy and annoying demands, forcing the gods to be unable to bear it and grant blessings. However, all this can only happen when my magic power level reaches Sequence 2: Abandonment."

"Why?" Anna asked curiously.

"Only by 'giving up' your face and daring to 'expose' someone's shortcomings can you unleash the true power of the [Filthy Whisperer]. But don't worry, Sister Anna, I will never use any professional skills on you. But... having said that." "Fu Bing" walked to the solid iron door, released the magic power in his body, completely froze the disgusting mucus on the surface, tapped it a few times with his hand, and continued:
"You want to come here to seek the blessing of the Dragon Clan Leader, the Goddess of Light, or the Lord of Darkness. But as far as I know, no gods have settled in the Gray Dream since the Lord of Darkness was forced to leave a hundred years ago.

“No matter how standard and beautiful the words in the Central Language you chant are, no matter how pious your heart is, even if you chant their names a hundred thousand times, they will not be able to hear any real or illusory prayers.”

"Why?" Anna asked again, but this time, there was a hint of unbelievable panic on her face.

"Because this world is dying, and the gods are also dying." "Fu Bing" said, turning back suddenly and grabbing Anna's arm.

Immediately afterwards, countless white vines made of snow and colorful ice crystals shining with terrifying light spread out from his hands. They continued to spread and spread towards the bodies of the two people, and finally, under the energy of the Khitanris gem in Anna's hand, they glowed with a mixture of crimson and azure colors.

Within a few seconds, the entire canyon and dense forest began to shake violently. The sky and the ground began to shatter at the spatial level. Countless dark mists turned into dangerous ripples that continued to spread outward. Meteors fell from the universe, causing the entire space to become fragmented...

"Ha!" Anna, who had just woken up from the "Gray Dream", took a deep breath. Seeing that the room around her was a magician's style room that she was very familiar with, she used magic to wash off the 14 colors of oil paint on her body, and sat half-paralyzed in a high-back chair, gasping for breath.

Until... the sound of a match sliding came from behind her.

Then, the only kerosene lamp in the room was lit by "Fu Bing", emitting a dim but reassuring pale yellow glow.

"Ever since the alien beasts launched the 'First Steel Incident', the magic power of the entire world has begun to be rapidly consumed by steel machinery. Sister Anna, this is the basic content of any book related to magic power." "Fu Bing" walked in front of Anna and continued the topic in the gray dream:

"The magic power that remains in the world now is not enough to support its 'real body' to break away from the shackles of the Creator's warm embrace, nor is it enough to allow its 'messenger body' to exist in the world for a long time. In fact, after the 'heartless virus' spread too much, the 'ancient power' that is compatible with it continued to revive, causing the channels for the gods to establish contact with the world to gradually disintegrate.

"So much so that the Gray Dream completely lost its function of communicating and praying with gods, and instead became a communication place for the 'evil gods' or a very small number of extremely talented upper-level professionals. I know that the big guy Wolfya told you before he died that Dak had been accepting requests from the 'evil god echoers' and paying them through there, right?"

"That's right." Anna nodded slightly heavily.

"Now that they have become a couple in reality, there is no need to use the Gray Dream anymore. Besides, there are no gods there now. I think Dak will still follow Wolfya's instructions and come to the Destiny Interpretation Institute to find you. Well, maybe... if you silently recite the name of the Evil God Echo in your heart, He will knock on the door and come in immediately."

"'Echo'?" Anna muttered to herself.

The next second, a heavy knock on the door reached their ears.

Anna was startled, then suppressed her surprise and asked, "Who is it?"

A Lost One wearing a magician's cloak pushed the door open and responded in a slightly old voice:
"My Lords, two young men have come and said they want to see you, 'Purple-haired Anna'."

Anna put the Khitanris gemstone necklace back on her chest and ordered:

"The distinguished guests have arrived, so please invite them down."

Thanks to Wanfengzhuiluori for the reward of 100 points.