"When I was in Kusha City, I heard of this 'Vita Water', but it belongs to the category of myths and legends." Bret said with his waist and half-lowering his head.

"For the 'Blood Night Ritual', we should all know that the Socra Council wants to contact the power of the 'Daughter of Mechanism' to start the 'Dream of Lalayer', bringing all the city residents into the dream and falling into an eternal sleep, like uploading consciousness... Yes, what I learned when I read the science fiction novel by the writer of the Cruzard Empire." Wright replied.

"Yeah, that's right." Molos nodded:

"And through the blood clan child these days, I learned that what really attracted the Socra Committee was not the realm of the gods or the gods themselves, but his mechanical heart, that is, a core that supports His power."

"This information is very novel. If it can be confirmed, the direction of our thinking may have changed." Wright analyzed.

"Yes, we have been thinking about the 'Blood Night Ritual' from the extraordinary realm of magic. Perhaps we thought the people of the committee too mysteriously, or perhaps we thought the gods too mysteriously. In fact, judging from some documents declassified by old Cruzder, the 'Daughter of Mechanism' should be at the lowest level in the order of the gods, and may be the product of artificial creation. In this way, the Church of the Lost does need to contact the most easily accessible gods to obtain oracles, and obtain guidance, so as to obtain order cores in batches and obtain promotions in order." Molos explained seriously.

"I heard that the 'wisdom', 'inspiration' and 'pain' of the seven major ranks are the easiest to be promoted, and are also the common level of the lost people in the empire. However, the acquisition of the sequential core above 'hope' must be in contact with the gods. If the three major churches succeed and they are allowed to mass produce the lost people of the middle and high ranks, the war between the empire and them may be even more difficult." Brett took Molos's words and explained.

"That's right. On the surface, or under the comprehensive consideration of interests, it is not necessarily a bad thing to let the Socratic Council or the Empire obtain the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan". After all, what the Empire's top leaders and royal families need is His mechanical core to provide energy for many strange weapons designed in the late old Cruzd Empire they imitated, and to reconstruct order and eliminate the unintentional and hostile losers that are flooded in the empire as much as possible. The Socratic Council simply wants to completely lie down a whole city, and they have always pursued this kind of policy." Molos said with a little contempt.

"But," Molos said, subconsciously glanced at the uniformly smeared military watch with dirt and dark background, and said:

"It is unacceptable to build a dream at the expense of millions or even more people, and to put everyone's consciousness into a vain 'park' situation. From a moral perspective, this is considered an organized massacre; from a profit perspective, sacrificing so much manpower for production and combat, no matter how stupid a monarch in history is, he will not do this!"

Brett saw Molos' gritting his teeth, and from his slightly sunken brown eyes, Brett read out the anger of pain, shock and rational restraint.

After sighing, looking at the blue sky and the gradually dissipating white clouds, Brett changed the topic and said:

"We are destined to stop the 'Blood Night Ritual', and it is best to contact the top leaders of the empire. However, Molos, 'Vita Water' is also a topic worth discussing."

"Sorry, sorry, I was off topic just now." Molos smiled apologetically:

"Yes, the message in the telegram indicates that 'Vita Water' is the key to entering the ruins. Speaking of 'Vita Water', Brett, you mentioned 'myth' just now, right? Can you tell me what you know?"

"Well, I remember reading a book when I was in Kusha City when I was a child. It was black-skinned with a dragon on it. I read it as a story book, and it was very interesting after all."

Wright noticed that when Bret mentioned that he had a hint of purity, his tone also became soothing, and even felt embarrassed to subconsciously touch his silver-white hair.

"It mentioned the 'Floating Divine Realm', which is a small emperor in the eastern Fire Empire in the middle of the Steam Age. He seemed to be called the 'Sader'. In their words, the ruler of the 'Super Spirit Emperor' was also excavated at the same time when summoning the arrival of the dragon clan." Bret paused, subconsciously licked his lips with dry hair, and even had tiny blood-red scars in the area where the skin was broken, and said:

"It is said that the Fire Empire is the country with the most imprisoned dragon clans. Their first emperor, "Yanjun", was a huge imperial royal bloodline that reproduced after being combined with the Dragon Clan. Because he felt compassion for the Dragon Clan bewitched by the Lord of the Dark Night, he deliberately imprisoned a large number of dragon clans in the remains of various parts of the Fire Clan. These relics connect different worlds of different planes, and the capital Yancheng is the largest. It is said that the Lord of the Dark Night was imprisoned once, and you know this Molos."

"That's right." Molos nodded and took the sentence and added:

"After the birth of the Second Era, the soul of the Lord of the Dark Night was divided into five parts, imprisoned in the "Ori Steel Stone", kept by five human empire leaders, and sealed in the towers built by five countries. However, the Lord of the Dark Night appeared in some scattered documentary records in the middle and late period of the Steam Era. The information about Him during that period was blank, and it was not possible to know what happened. However, most of the "Seven First Order Gods" in the First Era had long been silent and were not active in any subsequent history. Until today, the Wasteland Era has arrived, fewer people have the time and ability to actively explore them."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "'Seven First Gods'? I remember there is no such description in "Socratic History of Socrates." Wright asked in confusion.

"What is "Socratic History"? It's just a bunch of [scholars] who have made a fool of us. They dare not write about truly extraordinary and mysterious history, after all, it is an act of being executed." Molos said disdainfully:

"But I can answer this question."

"Tell me?"

After tilting his head and thinking for half a minute, Molos explained, holding his chin that had not grown much stubble:

"The 'Seven First Gods' are the basic gods that build our continent, including the Creator. They include the Creator himself, the 2nd Lord of the Dark Night, the 3rd Lord of the Dragon Clan, the 4th God of Eternal Life, the 5th Lord of the Domain, the 6th Lord of the Machine, and the 7th Lord of the Earth. These seven gods have no fixed miracles or divine realms. In other words, they can create miracles at any time. And the 'Dark Night Lord' and the 'Dragon Clan Head' also like to personally participate in human things, or command the dragon clan and alien beasts to fight against humans, or even indulge in it, enjoying it and unable to extricate themselves."

When talking about the "unique" fun of the gods, Molos actually raised his lips and laughed out loud. He seemed to have put himself in the legend of the gods.

"Aren't you just saying 'Vita Water'? I'm off topic again." Molos muttered, patted Molos on the shoulder, and continued:

"The book mentioned that the little emperor of the 'Sader' used two 'Ori' steel stones' to open the mechanical giant door leading to the Dragon Clan's realm. After the door above the ground is opened, the legendary floating divine realm of the 'Wind' will be summoned. If you want to open the giant door in the floating divine realm, you must sneak into the lake full of 'Vita Water' at the core of the divine realm."

"It's all?" Molos asked with unsatisfactory thought.

"That's all I've read. In short, maybe there is this kind of liquid as a protection in the realm of gods. I don't know what it is, its characteristics, and its use. If you need more information, it's better to let Miyou take us to the Lost to ask, as long as you don't mind conflicting with them at any time." Bret waved his hand and said.

"I basically learned what Brett said, but I'll add it." Molos looked at Brett and Wright respectively and said:

"'Vita Water' is actually a transliteration of the common language of Western Lu. In imperial terms, it is 'Water of Life'. It is said that it has no mass or even volume, but it truly fills the entrance to the realm of the gods. As long as you jump into it and endure all the negative emotions lingering around your body, you can enter the realm of the divine and truly come into contact with the legendary gods."

"Okay," Molos said, stretching out his hands with tactical gloves and patting Wright and Brett on the shoulders:

"The discussion ends here. After Miyou comes back, we can cross the camp to the temporary garage. Brett is also sent by the 'Standard Product No.' train. Isn't your 'Spider' mechanical chariot?"

"Yes." Breit nodded and said:

"But now you can't call it the 'spider brand' chariot. The day before yesterday I went to the temporary garage to check it out and found out that my chariot has become unrecognizable after being transformed by a master of Chekavsk.

But the advantage is that it can store more supplies without affecting its robustness and speed. I think it will only take up three days for us to arrive at the B-sect campsite at most if we are not targeted by those 'residing hunters'. Two days will be enough if it goes well."

"Brett," Wright suddenly stared at Brett's green eyes and said helplessly:

"I suggest changing 'as long as you are not targeted by the site hunters' to 'will not be targeted by them', what do you think?"

"Hahaha……"

The narrow courtyard with only low bungalows and cement brick walls was suddenly filled with joy.

...

Without taking into account the simple "telecommunication signal station" that he had just been working hard to build, Molos carried the important and precious "Military F-01" small telegraph machine back into the room and put it in the military backpack that did not match his thin body with other clothes.

Wright followed Brett, sorted out the neatly dressed silver-white guard uniforms, and then wrapped the daily clothes carried from the shabby mahogany wardrobe in the three-story building in Socrates City into the yellow military backpack in the most space-saving way.

Immediately afterwards, he confirmed that the remaining 500 Singapore dollars given by Mr. George were still stored in the mezzanine safely and stuffed seven or eight boxes of canned "cultivated meat" that he had eaten for three days into it.

He also specially put on a small can of about 500 grams of sugar, as well as a lighter, matches and some equipment needed for survival in the wild.

Although there are still a lot of content about combat and wild survival in Wright's memory fragments, this is the first time he has truly separated from the city and the army since he came to this world and entered the wild world in a semi-independent state. It is better to prepare it all.

After scanning the dim and moldy bungalow that had lived for two days, checking whether anything had fallen, Wright put the "Mad Bear" pistol that had been following him in the waist holster, and put another "Mechanic Yuan" rifle that had spent 200 New Coins to buy before leaving Socra City. He simply pushed open the wooden door and stood in the middle of the courtyard waiting for the busy Brett.

More than ten minutes later, the fully armed Brett and Molos finally appeared in front of him.

"Where is Mi You, that kid?" Wright looked around and never noticed Mi You.

"He said he wanted to go to the underground market in the corner of the camp to buy some blood. You know, for a child who has the dual identities of a blood clan and a lost person, the blood of the unintentional person cannot be sucked, and that would fall into the curse of 'eating similar people' and degenerate into the unintentional person. And he was unwilling to suck the blood of us, the human comrades, and had no choice but to buy it in the underground market. I think if he could not replenish his blood in time, he would probably fall into the madness of blood desire." Molos explained.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Then let's go? Our 'Silent Investigation Team' should have to pass through the camp center, which is considered the most prosperous trading area to reach the temporary garage at the edge, right?" Wright confirmed.

"Yes."

"Yes."

The two fully armed answered in unison.

...

The general style of the camp in the area A of the Dunusk ruins is mixed with the combination of imperial town strongholds and villages.

Wright and the other two advanced half an hour along the brick-paved road in the trading area. Along the way, in addition to the various military personnel who set up stalls on the street, and some "outdoor traders" who were acquiesced in, there were only some wild cats and wild dogs with messy hair and covered with red, brown, green and even purple dirt.

After entering the second half of the trading area, a low-cotched bungalow area with relatively white painted few people, Wright and the other two suddenly heard shrill crying.

At first there was a faint scream of female help, followed by a dull sound of fists hitting the walls of flesh, and then a sharp shout of felines, and finally a few men used the dialect of the northern part of the Sunny Empire, mixed with the Western Land common language.

Soon, a short woman with long messy brown hair, ragged clothes, covered with some flesh and blood, and a wound with scarlet liquid flowing, stumbled towards her fully armed, dressed neatly, revealing some unique and handsome men of the army.

"Help, brother of the Legion, Mr. Legion, no, the legion, help. You must be the members of the Imperial Legion, help!" the woman's voice was hoarse, and she begged in fluent Sunnese Empire.

While the three of them had not yet reacted from the "emergency", the woman actually cried and held Wright's hand and hid behind him.

Just as he turned his head in confusion at the brown-haired woman behind him, thinking about whether she was a lost person, whether she had encountered some misfortune, or whether she had an abnormal purpose.
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