Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 590: "Exhaustion of Flame" (Part )
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…

The terrifying "Scarlet Moon" hanging high above the head actually emitted a terrifying electric current sound that matched the surrounding environment, like an overloaded machine that was about to be scrapped.

Yes, the "Scarlet Moon"... seems not to be a real moon, but just a machine manually summoned by the "Heart-Exhausting Radiance" ritual.

"It's fake, right, 'Jieyan'. You don't have the ability to communicate with the Creator directly, but instead built an illusion to make these poor people believe and obey the illusion you created, right?" Dak pointed the gun at Jieyan's throat. He knew very well that the brain of the Lost might be extremely strong and able to withstand hundreds of tons of pressure or impact.

The connection between the head and the body is not covered with bone armor for defense like the "Heartless Man", but is very soft and fragile like that of humans. Even if there is a spine here, the power of the "Mad Bear" pistol is enough to destroy it.

"Humph!"

Facing Dak's question, "Jie Yan" just curled his lips stubbornly and snorted coldly. Even though his heart had just been pierced by a silver bullet and was oozing red, boiling burning liquid, he did not succumb to Dak because of the pain and threat.

"You agreed, right? Judging from your performance just now, if my judgment was wrong, you would definitely refute and mock me arrogantly. It seems that I guessed right. The so-called 'cauldron' you mentioned, the cooking utensil used to refine Khitanris' 'pill', is the core of the 'MB-003: Mechanical Crimson Moon' used to confuse humans, right? Now, it is controlling this group of mentally damaged people, forcing them to follow your orders without questioning." Dak sneered.

"How... do you know. How do you know... this?" A trace of fear flashed across "Jie Yan"'s face. He no longer had the unruly and proud look he had just had. The emotion called "fear" began to quietly spread in his consciousness, causing the light of the "Mechanical Crimson Moon" in front of him to begin to distort slightly.

"'Fear' is always the best food for the 'ancient gods'. Humans fight for the 'fear' of death, but also develop a reverence for the 'gods' because of this fear. [Warriors] fear that the war will never end, adventurers fear returning empty-handed, the Lost Ones fear 'mutation' and 'degeneration', and the various 'organizations' that fight against the Federation fear 'extinction' and 'destruction'." Dak slowly walked to "Jie Yan" who was kneeling on the ground.

His figure just happened to block the "Heart-Exhausting Flame Point" floating in the air and the "Mechanical Crimson Moon" that suddenly expanded several circles behind it. The "wriggling glowing tentacles" and the "crimson halo" just added a bit of weird handsomeness to the body that showed justice and courage.

"'Fear' is the food of 'ancient creatures'. I smelled the unique deep sea smell of 'ancient gods' in the 'Heart-Exhausting Flame Point', and the 'Mechanical Crimson Moon' is taking advantage of the fear brought by these 'ancients'. It is the 'creator's thing' that was born together with the 'Time Element'. In fact, I prefer to believe that our planet, the era we have experienced, and even us humans ourselves, are nothing more than programs created in advance by the great creator who is in a nightmare." Dak closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said:

“It’s as if the Creator is a writer standing in a higher dimension, who has already created the rules and stories for our world. All we can do is follow the predetermined track towards ‘our unknown’ until the world is destroyed, the story ends, or the Creator wakes up.

"In that case, 'Jie Yan', perhaps you don't have a past, and the 'Net Hunter Sacrifice' created a 'future' for you. Because you have no past, and suddenly came to this terrible world filled with sin and pain, death and the end, you have an illusion."

"Illusion..." "Jie Yan" murmured softly, looking at Dark's calm and resolute face, a Cruz man, with an expression of disbelief.

"Since you have no past, you cannot fall into a dream. Since your original self does not exist, you do not need to act. No one can truly assign you any evil and cruel tasks. Similarly, you do not need to pay for the desires and greed of others and become a gradually rusting screw on the 'mechanical pillar of shame.'" Dak said in an admonishing tone:

"Those who believe in the 'God of Tao' in Chitanlis said, 'The existence that can be perceived is emptiness, and emptiness is an existence worth perceiving; thinking, perception, reflection and action cannot escape the supreme realm of emptiness.' The 'Mechanical Crimson Moon' was forged with the 'Era of Praise of Flame' and slept in the 'Era of Elegant Closing'. It was eventually captured by the Lord of Darkness and used to destroy this vibrant planet created by the Creator, as well as the human beings He created in His own image."

"How can a god look like a human? You heretic!" "Jie Yan" roared, he still remained slumped on the ground, his right hand covering his chest that was still oozing burning fluid and blood, but his head was raised proudly.

"How can a god not look like a human?" Dark asked sternly.

His grey eyes stared down at the slightly distorted face of "Jie Yan" condescendingly, his expression and attitude revealing a kind of oppression.

This tone of voice left Jie Yan speechless for a moment. He could only turn his head away and snorted. "From the big myths, history and official documents to the small paintings, diaries and notes, all the gods who descended to the world exist in human form. Since no one knows and no one has seen the so-called 'deification' of the gods, then it does not exist." Dak explained:

"The Creator created humans in His own image while in deep sleep. Through us, He understands all the natural laws and the supreme 'principle' He created. The deep universe is filled with dark eyes that we cannot penetrate. They are watching us, observing us, and reporting our information to the Creator.

"In this way, the Creator can arrange a reasonable fate according to our behavior, granting us grace or severe punishment. The Lord of Darkness, who controls all the dark energy in the universe, has been trying to lead mankind into the abyss and destruction."

"I don't believe it." "Jie Yan" retorted in a low voice.

"This is the fact discovered by Ivan XXII through Ivanov and other scientists." Dark raised his voice a little, as if he was trying to persuade a stubborn child.

"Krused historians have concluded that whenever an important event occurs, records about the Lord of Darkness appear all over the world. The 'Human Uprising' in the middle of the Dragon Era, the 'First Steel' at the end of the Human Era, and the 'Khitanris Dragon Celebration' in the middle of the Steam Era all have the shadow of the Lord of Darkness.

"So, in the 15th year after Ivan XXII became the Emperor of Cruz, he started the experiment of 'asking the Creator' in the empire's largest laboratory at the time, the Choigrad 'Cosmic Laboratory', at the suggestion of Ivanov and others."

"Science will not reveal the truth about magic." Jieyan commented untimely.

But Dake was not angry. Instead, he cast a concerned look at "Jie Yan", shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile:
"But the fact that science can obtain magic is enough. In this preliminary experiment named 'YF-KL-001', scientists activated the 'space signal transmitter' made of moon meteorites and many minerals rich in magic power, used 'experimental personnel' as the starting fuel of the machine, and put a long-dead human incarnation of the Lord of Darkness into the core of the moon energy cage.

"As a result, the entire Joygler was shrouded in thick fog. In the thick fog, scientists used machinery to transmit electromagnetic signals in the Middle Language to the Creator, and translated the 'Voice of the Universe' captured by the antenna into the Middle Language through the machine.

"After all, only the Central language is the language that can truly communicate with the gods. Those ancient Crusaders and ancient Khitanis are just dirty sounds for chatting with monsters and demons."

"So, what is the result?" "Jie Yan" asked curiously.

"As for the result," Dak paused and said:

"It seemed that the incarnation of the Creator answered Ivan XXII's question, 'How long can mankind exist?' This is a question that science is eager to know. The Creator's answer was not different from the speculation of the clergy in St. Ivan's Cathedral: the universe was created by seven eras, and mankind will die after seven eras.

"Destruction and rebirth will take place in a disaster covered in ice and snow. The old human race will be submerged in the blizzard in the seventh era they have experienced, and the new human race will usher in a new era with the first cry of spring.

"In the era of Ivan XXII, mankind had only experienced three eras, and there were still four long eras. But for an emperor who holds power, everything outside of eternity is short-lived. So, under the temptation of the Creator and extraordinary things, they finally found the 'Mechanical Crimson Moon', which is the ordinal monster above your head that is fading in luster."

“It’s not a disaster, it’s just… just a necessary tool for sacrifice. It has never… never brought destruction…” “Jie Yan” tried to refute, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he just opened and closed his mouth desperately, and could hardly make any sound.

"You don't even believe it yourself, 'Exhausting Flame'. 'Mechanical Crimson Moon', this monster that can only be ranked 003, will never demonstrate its value through simple tricks such as seduction, control, and manipulation. In fact, as long as you make evil wishes to it, it will guide your fate and future and perform according to the predetermined disaster script."