"Um... it's really delicious. Although speaking while eating is not a polite thing, instant comments on food are every 'food lover' impulse, especially... well, especially for us losers." Oliver commented while chewing on the "delicious", "crunchy" and "sweet" maggot food.

But he seemed to deliberately ignore the greedness behind him and the desire for food given by his weak body.

He did not touch the other three metal cans of similar shapes, but instead feasted on a can of maggots like wind and clouds. He even deliberately scratched the inner edge with a metal spoon for a long time to ensure that no food residue was left.

After doing all this, he burped his long contented burp, placed the spoon on the broken wooden table beside him, staring at the empty canned remains in his hand, and continued the topic that he had not finished just now:

"Compared with humans, our perception of food is definitely distorted. On the one hand, it is the magic power, and on the other hand, it is the 'mysterious and extraordinary power'. The magic power will allow us to have the personality and emotions of animals. We will not avoid many plants with medicinal value and eat them. In most cases, it can not only relieve hunger, provide nutrition, but also help us recover the magic power."

"Although the magic power was born from the great creator, it is extremely full of nature. The steam development of human beings seems to have defeated nature and even ‘conquered’ them, but in fact human beings are abandoned by nature. Life, wisdom, industry, conquest, these are not unrelated existences, but intertwined and complemented each other."

"It seems you..." Mi You wiped off the "uncompetitive tears" flowing from the corner of her mouth, and asked in a high, pathologically weak voice:

"Don't agree with the development of science and technology. Do you agree with the symbiosis between mankind and nature, rather than plunder? But now is the era of wasteland, an era of unintentional people full of killing, war, destruction, blood, and roaming with general unconscious and aimless wandering. Would it be too early to talk about industry?"

"It's not too early." Oliver's tone was unexpectedly firm. His eyes were fixed on Miyou's short-lived pair, one turned red because of his desire for food, and the other kept brown eyes, saying:

"The situation is particularly clear now. As the 'lost', we are destined to fail, but as the 'powers', you and I are about to win. Although I thought the attack of His Royal Highness of the Crown Prince was a big gamble, in fact, with the increasing cost of silence, the gods in the quiet highland have already made the three major churches fall into it and cannot escape. The Empire's all attacks will eventually turn "lost" into reality. In other words, after the 'Silent Arrival' is over, the Empire will inevitably enter the steam era again."

"So, it's not too late, right?" Miyou took over and said.

"That's right." Oliver nodded:

"So I hope that the empire will usher in a real new era, not the continuation of the old era. By the way, Miyou, for a while, I had not escaped from Atwood before, and I had been reading some historical materials of the Cruzd Empire. About seven hundred years ago, in the middle of the Steam Age, almost before and after the Ewentrei Empire bombed Nabsk with the "Fire of Heavenly Punishment" and a bard who followed the army created a very interesting ballad in the middle of the language."

"Song?" Mi You became interested, stretched her neck and tried hard to listen.

"Yes, it is said that this song was once included in the 'item of 'item''B-level''s 'item, because it summoned the rank of gods during the Cruzd Empire's reign over Eventral," Oliver said in a solemn tone.

"Ivan Twenty-second...that era?" The memory of studying history courses in college before a long time appeared in Miyou's mind. Suddenly, he felt an extreme coldness inexplicably emerged around him, wrapping him up, making him feel a sense of dizziness.

Beads of sweat were oozing out of his forehead, and a dark, lonely, imprisoned memory was impacting his spirit inappropriately.

Immediately, he supported the table with his elbow and his wrists to support his shaky head, and barely freed from the depressing atmosphere.

Fortunately, the negative and painful emotions lasted for only a few seconds, and suddenly, his spirit returned to a state of calmness with only a sense of weakness.

"Are you... okay?" Oliver said with concern when he saw Mi You's face turn pale a little longer.

"It's okay... it's right." Mi You reluctantly squeezed out a smile and replied.

"Oh, to be honest. If you weren't forced into such a ghost look by the 'Blood Clan Nightmare', I would definitely give you a full meal, and even if you want to eat the Imperial soldiers wandering on the edge of the highlands, I would have gone to find a way. But now, the cross suppressed your strength and desires to the extreme, just like a spring, and I would not recommend you to touch any food until its influence completely dissipated."

"But I have learned that blood... it is said that you can drink slightly. After all, it is necessary to maintain your blood clan's survival. If you drink it frequently, it may be less likely to arouse desire. As soon as tonight, tomorrow at the latest, I will open the can myself and feed you one spoonful at a time." Oliver said, pointing to the remaining Santing cans behind him, showing a subtle smile.

"Why, let's talk about that interesting song." Miyou felt uncomfortable with Oliver's expression, looked empty and tried to keep a clear state.

"Well, the song, then I will recite it directly. After all, in the information, the God of the Order, is the 'choice', has long been asleep and disappeared. I don't have to worry about summoning him inadvertently."

Oliver coughed, stroked his throat with his hands, cleared his throat, and chanted:

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "k.kuld su/n/m/is as endish, doome erayan wir brister.h.hoshin shikmiryutor yoever loizan. n,nesin shikmis wir danni."

(The old days will always end, the end of the world is coming, the divine flame will last forever, and a new life will be born.)

"Is it a prophecy?" Miyou guessed, tilting his head to Oliver's intoxicated expression.

"That's right." Oliver's answer was very straightforward, and bright light seemed to flash in his eyes, especially when he was reciting the middle language. "Although I don't know the true identity of the bard, the first half of the poem has been confirmed, which refers to the era of wasteland we are in. The second half should be looking forward to a future, enjoying a way to solve the wasteland and return to peace."

"What about the second half? Is it a prophecy of a... what kind of future?" Miyu instinctively looked at the only place where the whole dilapidated house could see the light, and asked in a whispering tone.

Suddenly, the carrier of the light, the skylight "hanging high" at the top of the room more than three meters high, and with a dusty atmosphere, seemed to have come from a vague and looming song, as if hidden in the misty golden fog, which made him unconsciously support his weak body with his hands and stand up slowly.

Of course he understood that the light in the skylight might come from the "electrical" lights deliberately brought in by the Imperial Army in the passageway connecting the skylight to the ground, but that was too bright and too real, even at some point no different from the incandescent sunlight.

"Future? Yes, future." Oliver showed a bitter smile mixed with hope, got up and paced, and said with his back to Miyou:

"There are two understandings of the divine flame. One is the description in "The Book of Darkness", Era 3: On the first day, the Creator created the universe and the stars; on the second day, He created the earth containing primitive life; on the third day, His "inspiration" guided him to create flames, water, plants, metals and the earth. His favorite is the "flame". Although it is ethereal and cannot capture entities, He is enough to bring warmth."

Oliver suddenly felt his throat itchy like he was scratched by a cat. He coughed a few times, feeling a little numb and painful, and then rushed to the wrapping area in the corner again, took out an old army green kettle covered with dirt and blood, and slight rust, and started drinking it "ton ton" and drinking it.

After burping smoothly, he breathed a sigh of relief, blinked his eyes a few times, and continued to tell:

"The following Era 4 explains this way. The existing water source nourishes all things, the subsequent germination of plants and trees, the made metal opens up the wilderness, and the subsequent earth flourishes, but under the flames, all things are destroyed, and the existing things no longer exist. Therefore, flames are sinful, and they can annihilate all things. Well... In other words, the sacred flames may annihilate all things, and then new life and hope can be born on the ruins. By the way, Miyou, a long time ago, at the border of the Sun-Nepal Empire, I had a dream."

"Dream? Is it interesting?" Miyou said curiously.

"Of course." Oliver nodded:

"I dreamed that our wasteland era was heading for a declining era, that is, everything was covered by ice fields, and humans survived under the transparent large hood, and through a little energy left by a god. At that time, humans completely lost the courage to explore outward. They were keen on internal fighting and killing each other, thereby plundering resources from their own people. But in the legend, there is an eradicated race - the wolf clan. It is rumored that they can open mysterious energy nearest to the moon, obtain blessings from the orderly gods, create paradises, and reconstruct the world."

"It seems... your dream is a bit similar to what the Socra Council wants to do, uh... the 'Blood Night Ritual'." Miyus raided.

"The dream must be affected by reality, and there is no doubt about this." Oliver explained:

"Otherwise, I will definitely not be able to tell whether I dreamed of becoming a butterfly, or the butterfly dreamed of becoming me. The culture of the Fire Empire is really interesting, with philosophical principles. When the war is over, you can go and have time to take a look."

"Of course." Mi You agreed.

"Let's continue talking about dreams. Later, the city under the big hood perished. Because it lost the barrier, ice and snow landed unscrupulously in the city. It was used to the fixed mode. The citizens who lived on two points and one line suddenly lost their direction, and many people chose to break themselves. Finally, humans discovered the wolf clan, followed them, and on the top of a mountain, they saw the last white wolf sacrificed themselves, in exchange for ice and snow, which is the end of winter. A few days later, the earth ushered in the first ray of golden light, everything revived, the end of the silent era, and all creatures ushered in a new and vibrant new era." Oliver said.

But he did not turn around because there were tears in his eyes. He did not want crystal objects to flow freely, especially Xiang Miyou, who had known each other for a while, but helped each other to the ruins of the ancient city of the "Silent City" and the "teenager" at the Human Legion's resident showed his fragile side.

However, Oliver's dream was looking back in Miyou's mind.

Text is wonderful, it is enough to give readers endless imagination. Anyone will think of their own understanding and then immerse them in it.

Mi You was no exception. In his fantasy, the white wolf must be a strong existence, but he was seriously injured and blood flowed all over the ground. With his last breath, he used his sharp claws to slap the "subject monster" that activates his sacrifice, and ushered in a new world.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Fantasy and longing, Mi You murmured:

“Is this the second understanding of ‘fire’?”

"Maybe it! Miyou. But the birth of a new life must mark the end of the Wasteland Era. I am not sure whether Evante is the 'king' who ushers in a new life, but I hope it is him, even other humans. But not only the three major churches, the cardinal "Blood Wind" rudely plundered Brett, which made me angry. They are not worthy of the divine mission given by the gods." Oliver said indignantly.

Dust churned, air conditioning was permeated, and light disappeared. Tiny mosquitoes stopped on the mottled brick and stone walls, forming a twisted and cold illusion.

After staring at the wall and thinking for several minutes, just as Oliver was about to speak, a slight knock came from behind him.

Dangdangdang!

The knocking sound was not loud or small, and the interval was standard, only three times, which made the people inside the house feel that the outsiders retained a trace of professional respect.

"Is it... who?" Miyou asked with a breath of breath suppressed her weakness.

But it was not the person outside the door who greeted him with respect. After the metal collision sound was made at the door lock, the door was kicked open with a rough kick.

In an instant, three or four fully armed soldiers, holding black rifles of "Dark Night-02", surrounded the two of them and pointed their guns at their heads.

But what is strange is that they did not make any sound. There were no other special requirements except asking the two to raise their hands and confiscate the "Tiger K-01" pistol on Oliver's waist.

Until, with the sound of "da da da" footsteps, a man with a not-tall figure stopped in front of them.

The man held a pure black cane, a pair of pure white gloves, a long round hat, and a pitch-black cloak. A Chekavsk Industrial Party’s iconic “chimney” badge could be seen at the collar.

Immediately afterwards, he took off his round hat and black mask, revealing the haggard and slightly old face inside, with brown scars.

In Oliver's opinion, the gentleman-looking "weird" in front of him revealed a rotten and evil atmosphere, especially the scars on the unsightly face, highlighting the gloomy and heavy feeling.

But what made him even more strange was that Mi You looked at the "weir" in front of him and shed tears.
Chapter completed!