"Time, space."
“Past, future.”
"Up, down, left, and four directions."
...
The moment he was flew by a bomb in the "crazy body" body, because of the shock wave, Wright felt his consciousness fall into a trance.
Suddenly he felt everything around him became so strange.
It's like a dream, a dream where the soul is imprisoned.
You cannot get rid of your shackles and cannot get your consciousness out of the abyss of pain, even a little bit.
Almost four or five seconds passed.
It seems that centuries and an era have passed.
Various whispers began to appear in his ears in a mess, messy and chaotic manner.
At first it was the Sunnese Empire language he was familiar with, then the Guzhnese Empire language used to build spirits, ancient Cruz German, and central languages.
They were mixed together, and the old man was dry and like he had lost all his moisture, and the women were sharp and high, as if they were not very skillful in playing the violin, and then there were the children's crying pain because of their family members left, and then the men's harsh scolding as if they had eaten red coal.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his body hovering in and out, above, below, on the left, and on the right, only the airflow poured in and out, only the breeze blew, and only the hot air waves passed by.
Then, he felt his consciousness suddenly become extremely clear and clear.
He suddenly opened his heavy eyelids that seemed to be stuck to glue.
"I, is this blown away? Or is it facing death? I heard that when humans are dying, they will feel that time passes very slowly, and their senses and senses of all food will be strengthened to the extreme. I heard that they are only in a coma for only thirty minutes, and that person will feel that a few hours have passed. Interesting."
Wright murmured to himself, trying to comfort himself.
But strangely, he didn't feel a trace of panic, a trace of fear, nor the fear and reluctance of death.
Instead, it is an extremely calm and indifferent attitude.
His eyes, which had a little myopia before, were not completely "healed" by magic and extraordinary power, felt extremely clear at this moment.
He saw the city that was becoming yellow, dilapidated, desolate, deserted and dilapidated.
He saw the disappearing plants and trees, all kinds of unintentional and human bodies, rotten minced meat, and the "loes vultures" that pecked at the rotten things, "unintentional cockroaches", rats, flies and other animals.
He saw Bret, who was holding Mi You and shouting at him with pain, and the man behind him who was fully armed, wearing a military green uniform, wearing a mask, pressing his pistol against Bret's brainstem, and the dozen "armed people" who arrived behind him at some time.
He must not be a soldier of the Sunny Empire, nor a member of the Explorer Association under the control of the empire.
"Bret, escape quickly, escape quickly. Don't worry about me, don't worry about me. Take Miyou quickly to the camp in Dunusk District B, and go to the quiet highlands. If you don't escape from the empire, go to the northern border, go to the Shinetsk, and go to the Cruzed Federation. I heard that there is a big railway there. Once you pass through the endless ice and snow wasteland, you can reach the Fire Federation, a country similar to the Foodie Empire, the country that most people in the Western Land dream of."
"I heard that they have basically dispelled the unintentional virus and restored most of the order. I heard that they have barely restored half of the land and are gradually regaining all lost lands and establishing a country of peace, tranquility, happiness and hope."
"The vegetables, fruits, wheat and waterways no longer need greenhouses. They are grown, grown, blossomed and bear fruit in rich black soil. The land there is abundant, and honey and milk flow in the glass jars held by people. People can eat seafood, clams, scallops, oysters, and lobsters every day."
"I heard that there is gold everywhere, food everywhere, and people there are smiles on their faces. In addition to producing weapons, their factories also produce many interesting things. There are small items such as cars, ships, airplanes, airships, and even tables, chairs, benches, as well as ballpoint pens, especially pen tips. Yes, they have begun to gradually abandon backward things like fountain pens and use ballpoint pens."
"They have a continuous culture. They have never used any phonetic characters or letters, but hieroglyphs, the kind of words that can understand the meaning at a glance. The brilliant culture and the splendid culture."
"Even their starry sky is brilliant, without a trace of steam pollution. During the day, it is no longer surrounded by any suppressed dome, no longer fully armed to avoid infecting unintentional viruses, and can breathe freely."
"Brett, don't you hope to see such a world? A world where all races will usher in a peaceful coexistence, a world where race and geographical differences will disappear. No one is ruled, no one is ruled, only the 'people' who survive peacefully on this continent. Then go to the East, escape the tragic Sun-Nepal Empire, and go to the East."
However, as Wright's heart filled with complex and messy thoughts, his ears were once again shrouded in his noisy whispers.
This time it was replaced by the ringing of the church, the whistle of the ship, the roar of birds, and the roar of wild beasts.
Under the impact of these sounds that belong to the interweaving of humans and nature, Wright gradually felt his thoughts dissipate rapidly, and he felt that everything in front of him was becoming blurred and losing focus.
He felt a brilliant aurora shrouded in his body.
At first it is endless blue, mixed, representing the blue of water.
Then it is green, a green that symbolizes peace.
Those lines become twisted and entangled together and are difficult to separate.
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It seems like the "Red Screen" I saw before dawn when I was in the camp in Area A of the Donusk Ruins a few days ago.
After the aurora completely disappeared, and the twisted lines with light were annihilated and no longer existed, Wright saw a "suffering sun" that seemed to burn everything and devour everything.
The ruins of Dunusk's dilapidated city were suddenly shrouded in black and red.
The yellow-colored tall buildings, the tall "Volga Tower", the drying of only a little trickle of unnaturally formed rivers, as well as the slowly flying birds, slowly moving humans, and alien unintentional people who woke up from the corners, formed an oil painting rendered in heavy colors.
Immediately afterwards, these oil paintings gradually became abstract paintings similar to Van Gogh and Picasso.
It becomes distorted, simple, and only an indescribable artistic conception remains.
Until everything in front of you becomes a completely blurred existence!
Almost at the same time, Wright felt that his throat was gradually unable to obtain precious oxygen, and he felt an invisible giant hand holding it.
Even thinking and consciousness began to become dull and slow until it seemed that the ability to think was completely lost.
He seemed to see a blood-red energy body formed by the cover collapsed inward, suppressing, and finally completely wrapped his body.
He felt like he had fallen into the endless dark sea, and the cold and bone-blooded sea water was eroding his not very tall and majestic body.
He heard the gurgling sound of water, the surging waves, and the sound of lightning intertwining.
Until his eyes were completely wrapped in blurred blood, he lost all his senses, perceptions, consciousness and the remaining little ability to receive information.
...
"Ding bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee."
There seemed to be a mechanical tweet in Wright's ear, like a telegram, but more like... the instruments that check vital signs were sent in hospitals in the last world.
Heavy, painful, torn pain.
The whole body seems to be falling apart!
But my body seemed to... no longer have the feeling of hanging in the air, as if I was sleeping on a hard bed that was not very comfortable, and seemed to be covered with a quilt.
Is it an illusion that the needle is inserted when the injection is caused by a stinging sensation on the arm?
Why are the eyelids so heavy that they can't be opened as if they were staplers?
"Ding bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee bee
The mechanical tweet became more and more intense.
Have you traveled back to the previous world?
Is the world of technological explosion exploding that is experiencing the fourth technological revolution and exploring the moon and stars?
I actually don’t like the wasteland world, I don’t like the world where humans hurt each other, or fight for survival every day. If I wake up and go home, I want to wake up, I want to wake up!
"ah!"
After using all his strength and roaring hoarsely like a wild beast, Wright finally opened his heavy eyes and sat up suddenly.
After a brief sense of Venus and dizziness in his eyes, he began to breathe the damp air greedily.
When the perception of external things and the power of manipulating the body were restored, Wright suddenly realized that the mechanical sound just now had disappeared completely, and under his body was a cold bottom plate made of mahogany that could feel the moisture.
His body was not covered with anything, no quilt, no other clothes, only the silver-white one, produced with metal mixed plant materials, was extremely clean like a guard uniform that was repeatedly washed by a drum washing machine.
And the same clean, iron badge of "Longsword Hammer" representing the membership of the Guard.
He stretched out his slightly heavy feeling, as if he had tied his hands with huge iron pieces, rubbed his red and swollen eyes, feeling dry.
Immediately afterwards, he slapped the back of his head with black hair and made sure that he was not in a dream.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
The familiar pain also made Wright completely awake.
He supported his heavy body with all his strength and stood up shakingly. After walking forward slightly for two steps, he chose to look up at the dim and only reveal a little light.
"Is this, in a castle, or in a villa?" Wright said in surprise.
The first thing that caught my eye was a huge door.
It is covered with red leather, and the door is surrounded by neatly arranged brass-colored nails.
However, a few pieces of dirt-covered metal were nailed to the center of the door, covered with rust, and looked like copper-made metal blocks.
They are spliced ​​together to form a gear that is generally yellowish-brown.
Turning around, two pillars carved with the patterns of iris and the other side of the flower stand in four directions of the room, which seems to play a role in supporting the entire house.
He also observed that the environment he was in was actually a hall, similar to the three-story villa or the hall when the castle entered the door that Western aristocrats were used to living.
Several oil lamps with uniform spacing are hung on the walls on both sides, with purple as the base, carved with the pattern of a double-headed eagle, with a rich Cruzde Empire style.
There are even many portraits of men wearing tuxedoes or wearing red and cyan aristocratic dresses hanging under the oil lamp.
Some of them have mustaches, some have unusually clean chins and faces, some have white hair and haggard appearances, while others are full of youthful vitality.
The corresponding identities are written below those portraits in Cruz German and Sunnese Empire respectively.
"Ivan I, Ivan V, Ivan Twenty, Toy I, Kacha I, Ivan Twenty II? [Order] Ivan Twenty II?"
Wright walked past the portraits in curiosity, and exclaimed after looking carefully.
He looked up at the character in the portrait, with a high nose bridge, a clear cheekbones, a white face, and a sharp domineering look in his eyes, as if the whole world was about to surrender to his feet.
Unlike other portrait movements, most of the monarchs in other portraits place their hands on their knees or on a table with white tablecloth next to them.
And he put his left hand on his hip and his right hand was close together, showing a slanted seventy-degree upward, which seemed to be in communication between gods and what he wanted to touch.
He was wearing a long sword for knights under his right hand, with red and blue gems inlaid on it. Under the ultimate painting skills, it seemed to be real and shining.
"[Order] Ivan Twenty-two is the great emperor mentioned in "The Afterglow of Cruised". Economics, technology, art and literature have all reached their peak in your time. Unfortunately, your descendants did not predict the overflow of unintentional viruses and some mysterious and extraordinary power, which led to the destruction of the great empire in your hands. No," Wright said to himself with a wry smile:
"I should have fallen into the lake. If it is not a dream here, it should be the plane of the other world that Merinal said, inside the huge energy monster? So, the "Tomorrow Emblem" that constantly releases energy and can open one of the stone gate emblems of the God Realm of the "Daughter of Mechanism" should also be here, right?"
As he said this, Wright turned his gaze away from the portrait and looked around.
In addition to the hall, stone pillars and portraits on the walls, Wright also saw a staircase leading to the large staircase on the upper floors, covered with red shabby carpets and even a circle of handrails to prevent falling.
But I don’t know if it was too dark or deliberately, but looked up at the room and saw a ball of darkness that was constantly twisting with faint light, and I couldn’t see more.
Just then, Wright heard the dull roar of mechanical operation coming from behind him.
Wright looked back and saw a huge dark white figure appear at the opening quarter of the door.
His body was "covered" with indescribable subtle twisted light, and his body outline that seemed to be washed by water, outlining a geometric round and square beauty.
But at the same time, Wright seemed to smell a mixture of damp smells, bloody smells, rust smells and various indescribable smells belonging to the ocean.
Chapter completed!