Wasteland Echoer.

Chapter 691 Distorted Space (Part 2)
"What's wrong with me? Help me!"

"What happened to me? Help... this is..."

"Help...me...what...what happened to me..."

"I...I...save...this is...me...what...how..."

“(A jumble of incomprehensible whispers)…”

“What’s wrong with him, Atlanca?” Dark stepped forward, looking around at the space filled with “living” flesh and blood.

At this moment, apart from the top of the "pyramid" still retaining some of the scorching midday sun's rays, the entire underground space of the "magnificent building" was already filled with a strange color, with twilight as the background and blood-red as the curtain.

The surrounding space was divided into thousands of identical pyramidal planes by the "Arm of Klein," enveloping the still unstable space beneath their feet like an iron barrel. The voices of Atlanka, who was caught in the chaotic space, gradually changed from being clearly audible to being chaotic, meaningless whispers, or even muffled groans and howls like wild beasts.

“Humans have their language, and beasts have theirs. When a voice comes from another body, things become strange. Atlanca is still alive, but he can no longer return to our world. The chaotic space not only keeps his body in constant turmoil and tearing pain, but also his mind.” Hoshino Shota's lips curled into a strange, vengeful smile as he said:
"When space loses its order, time will develop arbitrarily, but due to the increase in dimensions, the volume of space will increase exponentially. Although in the early stages, due to the 'dimensional disorder,' space was intertwined at will, as the power of the creator and the 'ancient gods' gradually faded, any means of measuring time in a lower-dimensional world became meaningless."

"What will happen in the end?" Dark turned to look at Wright, his expression complicated, and asked.

"Time will be extended indefinitely, matter will become sparse, and in the end, Atlanca will still be alive, but time will be incredibly long in his eyes. He will exist forever in an infinitely dark and infinitely quiet space within his consciousness, unable to escape even if the universe is destroyed. This is..."

“Eternal loneliness, isn’t it?” A deep, resonant voice, as ferocious as a wild beast, came from above.

Immediately afterwards, the two "Klein Arms" that had been controlling "Eternal Light" were manipulated and "slammed" towards the top of the space.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
A few dull, indistinct, yet high-pitched and exceptionally clear shattering sounds rang out as the two nearly 20-meter-long, lifeless "Klein Arms" were slammed heavily in front of the crowd.

The original power of the "Arm of Klein," combined with its ability to tear space, caused the perfectly regular "pyramidal" space to develop gradually expanding cracks.

“Atlanca, that fool, has finally gotten himself killed. And I will be the new ‘ruler’ of this city.” The speaker… no, this monstrous Lost One was enormous, but not enormous.

Standing over three meters tall, he looked down at the crowd as if he were a god who ruled the sky looking down on the insignificant human beings. His face revealed a mixture of disdain, contempt, anger, and smugness.

Everyone looked up, craning their necks as if gazing at a deity, seemingly trying to see through the beast's true face. Of course, those present were fortunate enough, for although the person before them possessed a body resembling that of an evil god, he was not a true evil god; humans could glimpse his magnificent form.

The monster, the Lost One, had a head resembling the "Newly Created Snake Woman," with countless tiny, snake-like plants embedded motionless on its human-like, yet strangely blue, head.

On the center of his forehead was a "dark emblem" that was still continuously radiating rich magical energy. Compared to more than thirty years ago, it was more dazzling and brilliant, emitting a deeper purple glow.

The monster, the Lost One, was still covered with thick, closely packed crocodile scales. Its bird-like wings had now evolved into a pair of strong, powerful, and very broad dragon wings, which flapped continuously as it hovered in the air, emitting a chilling aura.

His body was still stronger than the strongest human, and even the most powerful humans with the bloodline of the Lost seemed as weak as kittens in his presence. However, numerous retractable steel blades protruded from his chest and abdomen, and even the joints of his arms and thighs extended blood-stained bone spurs, seemingly ready to spring out at any moment to kill anyone who dared to approach and offend him.

The triangular octopus-like tentacles that had previously replaced his legs had now strangely degenerated into three tails, hanging limply behind him with their eyes tightly closed, as if they could no longer activate their mysterious power.

“Ato,” Wright blurted out, murmuring softly.

“It really is Ato. He didn’t really die. It seems that Atlanca didn’t lie to us about this. This ‘monster’… no, this ‘beast-like monster’ didn’t die. He… has been chasing me.” The “monsterized” Ato seemed to hear Wright’s whisper. He glanced at Wright with amusement, and then, he picked up the ton-heavy “Arm of Klein” and slammed it into the intertwined and chaotic dimensional space around him.

Buzz————————

The long, noisy sound swept past everyone's eardrums, but in an instant it turned into complete silence, like the deathly silence after the "Heavenly Punishment Fire" exploded.

Then, rustling sounds drilled into everyone's eardrums from the corners, mixed with the sound of breaking glass, men's whispers, women's weeping, the sound of high-speed machinery, and the crackling sound of electrical pulses.

In an instant, the cacophony of sounds shattered the eardrums of the ordinary "Nebusk Guard" members present, and torrents of blood gushed from their seven orifices, instantly turning into a pool of charred, oily substance that stuck their bodies to the ground.

A few seconds later, all the sounds suddenly stopped. Only then did Dark, Wright, and Hoshino Shota realize that the previously disordered dimensional space had returned to normal in an instant.

Apart from the weapons, equipment, limbs, and bloodstains scattered all over the ground, and the courtyard that had been brute-forced to be destroyed, everything around remained exactly as it was before Atlanca's raid on the "Dark Night Investigation Team".

Of course, except for that "room of truth" that no longer exists!
“Atlanca, he’s a complete idiot, but it is precisely his idiocy that has given the ‘Arm of Klein’ a new boost.” Hoshino Shota stared at Atto, who was standing in front of everyone, and let out a low, mocking growl. His face was contorted, and bloody tears streamed from his eyes, but his expression revealed a pitiful and eerie smile.

"He's dead, he really is dead, hahaha, he... is... dead." Hoshino Shota murmured and groaned, as if he had personally accomplished the feat of revenge.

He rushed eagerly toward the "monstrous" Ato, seemingly seeking a reassuring answer.

However, at the same moment, the surrounding space was once again shrouded in thick dark clouds, and even the slight warmth from the flowing blood of the fallen soldiers was completely submerged in the sudden cold.

Soon, just as Hoshino Shota, smiling through his tears, was about to touch Ato's monstrous body, three steel-like crocodile tails swiftly emerged from the shadows. One pierced his throat, while the other two pierced his heart and abdomen.

Half a minute later, as the gentle sunlight once again shone into the "magnificent building," Hoshino Shota's body had already been sent flying several meters away, landing exactly where the "Truth Chamber" had originally been.

Thick, warm, and foul-smelling blood gradually enveloped his body, and the immense pain caused his body to convulse involuntarily.

"What are you doing!" Dark demanded angrily. He quickly mobilized the remaining water and dark magic power in his body, activated the "mutated dark eye" within his body and the "hate muscle" attached to his skin, and prepared to fight this extremely dangerous guy to the death.

However, the "monstrous" Ato only glanced at Dark out of the corner of his eye with a warning look, and then paid no attention to the magical power that was constantly emanating from him. He walked up to Light Socrates with steps that made the floor tiles tremble.

Then, he slowly squatted down in front of Wright and said in a soft but not uncomfortably gruff voice:
“We have finally met again, Light Socrates, the otherworldly being summoned by the ‘Ode to the Machine,’ a human with ‘Red Magic Source Power,’ and a monster just like me.”

"What exactly is your purpose in coming to Nebusk, Ato?" Wright took a half step back, dodging Ato's outstretched hand that was about to stroke his face, and asked warily.

"Purpose?" Ato frowned slightly, then chuckled softly.
"On one hand, I must thoroughly eliminate the fools here... Atlanca, who messed up the 'Arm of Klein' and was determined to escape, is now eternally exiled to the dimensionally disordered wasteland. Time there is almost stopped, in other words, he can never escape loneliness and solitude until his spirit is completely extinguished and he merges with creation."

"And another purpose is to find you. I want to make up for the mistakes I made. Even though I have experienced the baptism of death, I still dare not join the Grim Reaper."

"What...purpose?" Wright stared at Ato's increasingly distorted "human face," his voice trembling slightly.

“I want you to make your final choice and tell me whether you are human or a Lost One.” After asking, Ato extended his monstrous claws and, extremely slowly but with an “unquestionable” force, reached for Wright’s head.

(End of this chapter)