Dirty, depression, and disability were the first feelings of Letter's entry into the ruins of the city of Donusk, but as the sun shone brightly against the plants, hope, vitality and spring became his second feelings.
The golden light splashed onto the ruins of the city, as if the little boy who likes to joke was creating a beautiful ink painting, and He treated the entire abandoned city as a canvas.
In the fantasy that is set in mind, Wright always associates the city ruins with the dome-covered Socra and the industrial city of Chekavsk.
But in fact, the ruins of this city are more like a normal city, or in other words, they are consistent with the cityscape that Wright saw in the previous world.
Socra is shrouded in a dome all year round, and its brief opening is either for the "Blood Night Ritual" to be tested, or for fighter planes and airships to leave the city.
Therefore, the tones of Socra City are dim, gloomy and depressing, making people feel no hope, and it is more like a real wasteland world.
But here is different. Follow Brett driving a mechanical chariot on the abandoned main road of the city, everything here bursts out with the color of life under the sun's light.
Green plants, golden sunshine, and an iron tower standing at the center of the city that you can see not far away, all contain nature's interpretation of life.
The urban residential areas of Socra are all low bungalows, as well as low buildings of Western Land style with up to three or four floors. Only the administrative area has a grand building of more than ten floors, and the military area has a office building of the Socra Military Office for the development of weapons.
It seems that the size of Socra's city is to include slums that are not inferior to the central urban area, and suburban areas.
Moreover, in the short few days in Socra, Wright saw more than once the sewage drains, stinky ditches, and the manhole covers filled with stench that were opened.
After all, in that city, the ground of the slums was covered with various excrement.
However, when walking through the Donusk ruins, Letter deliberately noticed that there were several abandoned mechanical chariots on the street, similar to Socrates, but the style was like a polar bear lying on the ground, or the back looked extremely hard, with a grid-shaped shape, and a turtle.
There was indeed a jeep on the asphalt street far away, but after Brett added enough power, it disappeared from sight in a few seconds.
These streets are extremely weird and clean, as if someone is deliberately cleaning them frequently.
Apart from some green fallen leaves falling on the ground, there was not much smoke and dust rising while the mechanical chariot was driving.
Is it because there are lost people living here? Or is it the so-called "site hunters" group, or some soldiers from legions from all over the Empire staying here for a long time?
Wright opened his pure black eyes, like a child full of curiosity and fantasy staring at a novel world that he had "never seen".
He felt like he was in a fairy tale situation.
Everything is full of hope!
Everything is full of vitality!
Everything contains vitality and the possibility of everything racing!
However, Bret slowed down again in his mechanical chariot. After almost ten minutes of driving, Wright truly felt the site.
The street was covered with dark red blood, and the heads of felines and canines were scattered on the edge of the street.
In addition, there are bright red glassy objects left after the hot liquid of the heartless person disappeared after the high temperature, some messy limbs, and some scattered mechanical parts.
Wright opened his mouth wide and guessed in surprise that a battle of not very large should have broken out here.
Wright also noticed that next to the messy limbs, there was a military green dress, which seemed to be one of the styles of the Imperial Army uniforms.
"There are dangers here. The one just now should be the legion soldiers, or the 'residing hunters' and the unintentional people broke out. This is why Molos didn't recommend us staying here before. Most of the unintentional people would not come out during the day, they were afraid of light, and there were also many lost people. If you meet other legion people at the moment when the sun was hanging, it would probably not be dangerous, but it would be difficult to walk with them." Brett saw Wright's surprise and explained.
"It's better not to meet the same kind of people except soldiers, right? Human nature is greedy. They are not subject to imperial laws and morals and will rob us or even kidnap us, right?" Wright added.
"Yes, so I want to get as close to the lake in the middle of the city as much as possible. According to reliable information, the lake water there can be directly drunk, and my words are nothing more than injecting potions on time to defend against viruses. And there are a few reasonable buildings nearby, find a few rooms, set up fences, and make a disguise and spend an unforgettable night safely. By the way,"
Bret said, holding the steering wheel with one hand, controlling the mechanical chariot that was moving forward like a snail, scratching the silver-white hair with one hand, and saying:
"There is a tall tower not too far ahead, built with iron as the main material. It is said that after the Empire abandoned the city decades ago, the people who stayed here finally lived."
"The people who stayed behind?" Wright said curiously, looking at the tower that was becoming more and more tall and majestic outside the car window.
"Yes. Those people include novelists, artists, soldiers, and even professors and teachers. They are reluctant to let the empire give up such a beautiful city. However, the surrounding yellow sand and Gobi are filled with them, and the supply of materials in the city is becoming increasingly difficult.
Moreover, the three major churches and a large number of unintentional people wandering in the wilderness often launch attacks on the city. The empire is no longer able to maintain a lonely city.
According to the Imperial Statistics magazine, the Empire spent 270,000 SGD a year to maintain the 'Smart-03' line decades ago, and the city's industrial output and resource mining in nearby areas could not make up for this loss. In other words, no one is willing to do a transaction that only loses but does not make up for it." Brett replied.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "When it comes to that tower, what is the specific origin?" Wright asked like a curious baby.
"It's the origin." Brett held his chin with one hand, frowned for a second, and his green eyes glanced at the dilapidated house on the left for a second, and then said:
"The tower was named the Tower of Volga, said to be in memory of a hero who came from the Federation of Cruzd to help us."
"Hero of the Cruised Federation?" Wright felt very interesting, his eyes widened, as if he was releasing the light of seeking knowledge.
"The hero did not leave his name, but he was all humans fighting the unintentional and the lost, so we called each other a comrade. I remember Molos used this title, he had Cruiser blood. And it is said that the hero was a supernatural or an upper-level professional [explorer]. He once left such a famous saying." Bret chanted in a thick voice and a very admirable tone:
"My life exists to fight the enemy, but it is wonderful to explore the world."
"What a... a philosophical and romantic person." Wright commented pertinently.
"He is also a powerful person." Bret nodded and said:
"He came alone from the border city of the Cruisd Federation, killing more than a thousand unintentional people along the way, and fifteen lost people. His tactical gloves were covered with dark red substances all year round, and most of the time, his eyes were red like gargoyles. More than a hundred years ago, a meteorite fell down in the center of here, smashing a large pit dozens of meters deep. During that time, heavy rains were pouring, thunder and lightning were mixed, and even many creatures in the dark, such as bats, rats, cockroaches, and giant spiders emerged from somewhere.
They bite people when they see them, and even infected many people with unintentional viruses, and their hearts became full of red burning fluid. Later, the meteorite turned into a huge flying dragon, like a zombie, waving its broken green wings and floating over the city."
"Flying dragon... dragon? Or zombie state?" Letterton was shocked and puzzled.
"Yes. The legendary dragon that ruled the world in the First Age appeared in that event and destroyed 30% of the city. What it emitted was not the flames recorded in books written by the magician, but the interlaced blue and light green light like the fire of the underworld.
But later, the hero who came here from Cruzder inspired all the power in his body and turned into a giant. Of course, it was not the mutated giants in the Giant Church, such as one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-piece body, but the real enlarged version of humans!
At that time, people were amazed that the larger hero bones could withstand a huge size of up to 40 meters, and could walk freely, fighting the dragon physically.
However, the final game was not interesting. After the red sun in the sky emerged, the hero turned himself into a red light and rushed straight towards the dragon. The two of them turned into energy bodies at the same time and disappeared in an instant. It was like, Molos... Alas, Molos." Bret sighed.
Then, his eyes became dim, and he then held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, without saying a word.
"Heroes are all devotees." Wright sighed.
After barely suppressing the pain and sorrow that Molos had suffered after his death, Wright chose to look out the building outside the window.
As they get closer to the center of the city, buildings covered with green plants are becoming increasingly rare. Instead, they are mainly tall residential buildings painted in various colors, and more than a dozen floors of black style mainland that reveals an industrial atmosphere.
Some of the residential buildings facing the street were blown up half, only three or four floors were exposed. In the direction of Wright, you can even see the yellow wood furniture and a tattered, dusty and rust gas lamp.
As well as a writing desk that was broken in half, there were several oil paintings that had been corroded to the point where only the frame and some of the remaining pages were left.
The outside of the industrial-style tall buildings is covered with pure black paint, which seems to have certain anticorrosion. After so many years, the appearance is broken and there is not much rust.
There is even a row of floors covered with glass on the top of the tall building. Under the influence of Wright, such floor-to-ceiling glass is a brand new technology product rarely used by the Empire.
For nothing else, most cities in the wasteland have experienced wars, and the exterior of tall buildings covered with glass is easily damaged. The empire's technology is not yet powerful enough to produce an existence that can defend even the old Klusde Empire missiles.
After almost half an hour, after the majestic body of the "Tower of Volga" no longer continued to become huge, Bret stopped the mechanical chariot for a short time.
After he opened the car door and looked around to confirm that there were no traces of other humans, nostalgic and lost people for the time being, he chose to stay here for a short time, and by the way, he paid tribute to the hero who had only seen in legends and books with his attention to the tower.
"Wright, come down and slow down. Look, although the lawn here is covered with weeds half a knee, it is still very soft, and the air is filled with the fragrance of soil. After a while, when the sun sets, the sunset shines on the city will be very beautiful and exciting. I remember that such a scene was only seen in the days of the dome test, and when I was a child, I saw it on the tall buildings in Kusha City." Bret said comfortably.
Immediately afterwards, he breathed in the "sweet" air filled with plants, soil, and some animals, looking up at the "Tower of Volga" with a comfortable face.
Four or five minutes later, he spit out the air from his nostrils that seemed to be covered with the smell of yellow sand and Gobi. He reached out to his uniform top and groped in his pocket near his chest.
Two or three seconds later, he took out a military lighter and a worn-out iron box filled with cigarettes.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He took out a brand new white cigarette roll from it and opened the lid of the lighter.
"bite!"
A crisp metal sound passed by the ears of the two people. A blue bottom and an exclusive dim yellow flame appeared from it.
Suddenly, the smoke filled with the choking but fascinating inward flowers drifted away with the wind.
"Tall, majestic!" Wright opened the door and got out of the car, walked to Bret, stood in a row with him and looked up at the "Tower of Volga", and sighed with respect.
In Wright's view, the "Tower of Volga" is about 200 meters high, and it feels like the Eiffel Tower seen in the previous world.
Its whole body is supported by a steel structure, and the bottom is in an arch-shaped hollow state, which can accommodate large vehicles or even huge aliens and unintentional people.
However, there is a wall made of concrete at the top where mottled rust has appeared. It seems that it enters the interior from the stairs next to it, and can directly enter the leisure area in the middle, which seems to be able to overlook the entire city.
The top of the tower is very sharp, and there is a lightning rod that penetrates straight into the sky at the increasingly sharp top to guard against the tower from thunderstorms.
The beauty of industry, the beauty of art, and the beauty of architecture.
This is the direct conclusion that Wright draws after examining the tower.
However, just as he was addicted to the three wonders of "Tower of Volga", he suddenly felt a flash of shadows appear on his head.
Then came the staggering sound of the chaotic birds and beasts.
"It seems to be 'loes vultures'. They are affected by the unintentional virus, but most of them have not completely mutated. They will follow the smell and search for us humans. Unintentional people and dead animals. They are flexible and aggressive. Generally, their arrival symbolizes the arrival of dusk and night. Let's go, find an abandoned building in a residential area that you can see for the night." Brett reminded.
Chapter completed!