Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 586: The Brilliance of the Heart (Part )

"Anthony?" Dak called Anthony's name in a low voice. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. Anthony was not among the crowd of people who were prostrating themselves in strange postures.

It seemed that he must have sensed the danger in advance and left the pickup truck.

But why did the Crimson Moon appear here? In Dak's cognition, the Crimson Moon has a "sacrificial nature", and tons of blood must be sacrificed in exchange for the favor of the Creator's "Crimson" consciousness, so as to obtain the mercy of either divinity or demons. Those who actively call on "Crimson" will either gain power beyond cognition, or be annihilated, and their souls and spirits will fall into eternal and endless extreme pain.

"Since the price is so high, why would anyone choose to call on 'Scarlet' to trap adventurers to make a humble sacrifice?" Dark frowned, his heart filled with doubt and subtle fear.

As an [Orderer], Wright possesses excellent mental power. He will not be attacked by any mental power or "temptation" type skills, and will never lose consciousness or do dangerous things.

When the [Troublemaker] Dark and Light officially met and became partners, his mental strength completely evolved from being difficult to collapse to not collapsing and not being guided, and his abilities became the same as Light's.

This also explains why Dak was able to stay awake in such a weird, strange and dim environment.

Since all the adventurers who went to the Outer Nebuya Mountains together were under mind control, Dak naturally wanted to find the Lost Ones or the evil gods who were behind all this. As a superpower among humans and an officer of Cruzde, he could not stand idly by when he saw hundreds of people about to die.

Thinking of this, Dak took out the "Mad Bear" pistol that he had borrowed from Wright specifically for this adventure, and pulled the trigger with all his strength, making the loudest sound. A solid "bang" sound was emitted, echoing in the "Scarlet Moon" world that was full of noise and silence.

Fortunately, this group of poor creatures who were crawling on the ground and passively chanting strange Central languages ​​and various weird ancient alphabetic languages ​​did not notice Dak who was completely different from them.

Although they were Federation [Warriors], Adventurers, and Lost Ones, and some of them possessed powerful spiritual powers, they did not dare to stand up in front of a strange egg-shaped creature that was spinning not far in front of them, with black and red threads escaping from it.

Amid a burst of shrill cries and the rapid, maddening muttering of orthodox bishops' classic incantations, they kowtowed, climbed up, kowtowed, and climbed up again, repeating the humble posture of prostrating themselves on the ground, as if praying for the blessing of the creature in the strange egg, and even more as if praying that the humble and disgusting life could survive.

"They are all suffering in pain. Some have fainted, and some are kneeling with their eyes closed and unconsciously following. It is possible that they are already dead, but are still being manipulated to kneel. I have to hurry, otherwise all these people will die. If I am slow, once this kind of cruel sacrificial ceremony is completed, the people who have obtained the 'nature of gods and demons' will probably do even more cruel things." Thinking of this, Dak involuntarily quickened his pace.

Perhaps it was the "Scarlet Moon" that diluted humans' perception of time, or perhaps it was Dak's inner anxiety that drove him. In any case, when his consciousness focused again, he had already arrived in front of the "egg" that seemed to be far away in the sky.

Fortunately, as a [troublemaker], and with his magical power type belonging to water and darkness, Dak is not afraid of anything related to darkness and evil, even if the extraordinary aura envelops his senses and the power of darkness completely kidnaps his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he silently chanted the spell to condense the water-based magic power, and at the same time, he pulled the trigger towards the strange egg that was made of countless silk threads!
Whoosh! puff!
The moment the silver bullet came into contact with the egg, there was no sound of shattering or the "bang" sound of contact with a hard object as Dark had expected, but instead a dull feeling of being absorbed by the flesh.

The egg with a strong biological scent began to slow down its rotation. Strange crows made of black energy let out shrill, cruel and sad cries, and fled desperately from the strange and bizarre thing built of red and black like frightened beasts.

In just a few minutes, the grassland under Dak's feet turned into a dead place covered with gray withered grass and dry strange plants and vines.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of energy that gradually condensed into a human form appeared in front of Dak. It was not known whether it was because the ceremony under the "Crimson Moon" had not yet been completed, or because Dak had interrupted it rashly, but this ball of energy did not immediately reveal its human form to Dak. Instead, it spoke in a tender, soft, and adorable voice of a young boy, in a tone that did not belong to a mature human of this age:
"You... were able to disturb my ceremony. You... are indeed a special existence. This is the first time that a [troublemaker] has appeared in my ceremony."

"Who are you? A human? A lost one? Or... a god?" Dak asked in a rare majestic tone that belonged to an officer. Seeing that the humanoid energy body in front of him did not respond, he pulled the barrel of the gun and aimed the "Mad Bear" pistol at the position roughly of its heart.

"You should be calm, but you are so excited. Just like the Shangwushang Emperor who claims to be able to control everything, and the Shangling Emperor who attempts to control the dragon race." The humanoid energy body imitated the false solemnity and holiness of the gods, spoke slowly and waved his hands desperately to the sky, trying to accept the power of the Creator coming from the depths of the universe. Soon, Dak found that the crowd around him, who had originally quieted down, began to kneel again in an extremely terrifying pious posture. Under the control of the black silk thread that kept popping out from the chest of the humanoid energy body, they kowtowed like a fast-forward slide show, showing their pitiful and pathetic "loyalty" and "faith" to the Creator.

"My heart is like a dream."

"The end of the universe is the end of the world."

"The young man is here with weapons."

The melodious and manic chanting sound seems to contain an elusive and strange power. It seems to belong to the Creator, or to some dream that can never be awakened but exists in reality.

In a trance, Dak seemed to feel that he was in the "gray dream" that Wright led him into, the giant tree that would never wither, the narrow paths, the canyons in the southern Khitanris style, the altar wrapped in fences, and the eight chilling "touches of darkness".

Fortunately, Dak's consciousness was only distracted for a moment. When he came to his senses, a whistling, biting wind blew around the humanoid energy body in front of him. Countless thick white and red semi-fluid substances, which smelled like the decayed bodies of dead fish or wild animals, began to be discharged from the inside of the energy body.

Some of it even flowed to Dak's feet, forcing him to jump to the side, covering his nose.

Soon, the red and black threads broke like strings, emitting eerie minor tunes and dull piano sounds. Groups of flesh-red human muscle tissue began to grow rapidly on the human outline, gradually growing with the new bones, blood vessels, nerves and skin, and merging into one. In front of Dark, a boy's appearance was formed that was not deformed, but blasphemous enough.

"You...you want to know my name?" said the young man, with a sinister and terrifying laugh coming from his throat, like the knocking of bones.

Dak looked up. At first glance, the boy's appearance seemed indescribable, a product of the extreme description of ghosts in Crusad and Khitanris culture. This weird existence could not be described by people. It seemed that if he spied on him or uttered a word unconsciously in his throat, his eyeballs would instantly burst, his tongue would fall off, and he would suffer extreme punishment.

Fortunately, after the remaining energy was completely absorbed by his body, the boy's appearance quickly changed into a real biological existence worthy of being described in human language.

"Of course I want to know who you are, but I want to know your purpose even more. If I'm not mistaken, you should be a lost one of the [Devotion Group], or at least an evil fool who serves them. You summoned the 'Scarlet Moon' as a sacrifice for evil purposes, and the Creator and the gods will definitely punish you at the causal level!" Dak glared.

"You want me to let them go, right?" the young man asked. Seeing that Dark was still staring angrily at his innocent and fair child's face, and his long-sleeved flame suit (the traditional ceremonial dress of the Flame Empire) mixed with Cruzde style, he glanced at Dark thoughtfully and walked to the nearest Cruzde Federation [warrior] in front of him.

Squatting down slightly, stroking his battle-hardened muscles that were exposed from his torn clothes, the boy sat on his shoulders and responded to Dark, saying:
"I am MB-111: the man-made Lost One created by the Net-Hunting Spirit Nizarre. I absorb the power of the 'Heart-Exhausting Ore' that is scattered outside for the [Devotion Group], and complete the sacrificial ceremony of 'Heart-Exhausting Glory' for them. You can call me 'Jie Yan', which is the name given to me by a herdsman from Khitanlis."

"'Exhausting fire'?" Dake repeated.

"That's right, Jie Yan. This is my name. You humans always treat names as code names, unless that person has achieved extraordinary success. But I like this name." Jie Yan responded with a smile:
"This world under the crimson moon is my dream. It is a space created for me by the Explorer class's ability to find a place. I can hold a ceremony here and do whatever I want."

"Do whatever you want?" Dak sneered:

"You just think this is your dream, but in fact, this is the reality for me and these poor [Adventurers]."