"Who are you?" Wright asked in a calm tone, and he did not turn his head to look with great caution.

There was no rush to rush, and there was a lot of red magic power that unexpectedly remained in my body.

After all, the young man suspected of being a human behind him accurately reported his identity and name, and he should not be an enemy. Even if he is an enemy, he must know his information well.

In other words, there is either no need to fight or there is no possibility of victory.

"My name is Fansuo, Ivante, the Crown Prince of the Empire, and his teacher Aaron's friend. Of course, I am also the Lost, the Lost, the Cardinal of the Dark Night Church... in front... in front of the cardinal. I am here to pick you up, Mr. Wright, this is the order of the Empire. But..." Fansuo said, as if he had captured some smell, he approached Wright's body and sucked hard for a few times.

Then, he wondered:

"Your scent is very complicated. It seems that you have been through various difficult challenges before you arrive here. But why do you have that familiar 'snow' smell?"

"'Xuemu', right?" Wright asked knowingly.

He hesitated for two steps while he was standing there, stepping on the soft soil, pushing away the sunflower with his hands, and his black eyes became dim.

But then, the pure and tender face of "Xuemu" flashed through his mind, which was Feng's innocent smile, which flashed through his mind, and suddenly burst into his mind with a naive smile of unknown existence.

Reducing his bitter smile, Wright looked up at the blue sky that was extremely pure, staring at the scorching sun hanging from the top, and continued in an abnormal and relaxed tone:

"He is dead."

"Dead? Oh, okay."

Fansuo's response was particularly calm. It was a common attitude for people in the wasteland to face death.

For humans struggling in this continent polluted by "some mysterious and extraordinary force", they will gradually become numb in the face of life withering like dandelions.

For the lost people whose heart turns into mechanical or semi-mechanical, "emotion" is not the product they should have, and it is even to some extent poison.

However, in the face of Wright, who was covered with silver-white tactical armor, who looked particularly strong and had an extremely "graceful" body outline, the main cardinal of the Dark Night Church, a young man who was proficient in music and painting, actually felt a kind of sadness that belonged to human beings.

This is human emotions and a dangerous product, but why do you feel sad when the sea of ​​flowers covered by sunflowers here?

Fansuo was puzzled and his brain was running rapidly, trying to get an answer in a very short time.

However, he is not a wise man, nor a human being who has experienced many vicissitudes, nor is he a god who is addicted to emotions and falls into a deep sleep and cannot extricate himself.

After all, he is just an "ordinary" lost person. Among the twelve cardinals in the three major churches, he is the weakest, but most valuable existence.

Thinking of this, Fansuo subconsciously touched his cheek with his other hand, and a wet feeling came from where his fingertips touched!

No matter what, he would never have thought that a lost person who should have lost his emotions was actually crying.

After realizing his embarrassment, Fansuo twitched suddenly and his palm pressed on Wright's shoulder and shrank back.

What made him even more confused was that the moment his palms broke away from Wright's body, the sadness that lingered in his thinking and spirit disappeared, and the tears on his cheeks evaporated in an instant as if they were quickly heated up.

"It's 'sorrow'." Fansuo asked:

"Wright...Sir, why does such a strong 'sorrow' exist in your body? This is not in common sense."

"It should be... I was contaminated on the way here just now when I passed through 'Vita Water'?" Wright speculated, turned his body straight and made a unique shrug of the Western Land country.

"Impossible." Fansuo shook his head and said negatively:

"In theory, the 'Vita Water' itself will have a large number of 'sorrows'. Because its formation is originally related to 'life' and 'death'. But this is the place closest to the divine realm of the 'Daughter of the Mechanism. According to rumors, when the Creator created the 'Seven First Gods' in a nightmare, he blessed them with the 'Glory of the Holy Spirit', a substance that maintains the eternal existence of the gods and emits endless holy energy outward. And He also wrote the 'God is sacred, enough to dispel all evil spirits.' into the 'Reason'. Therefore, the closer to the 'Divine Realm, the evil will fade away, the light will be filled, and 'Sorrow' will surely be purified and become a rare existence."

"So, even if there is a rich 'sorrow' in the 'Vita Water', it will disappear here. And you..." Fansuo subconsciously took a half-step back, pointing to the heart full of "lost" smell of Light:

"The 'sorrow' that emanates from your body and soul. I don't know what you have encountered, or some kind of transformation, or how extraordinary you are, "sorrow" is so full and eroding all the time, but you standing in front of me seem to have not been affected at all, which makes me admire you enough."

"Is it spirit..." Wright recalled:

"It seems that in the Migov Hospital and the city of Chekavsk, they all said that I had mental problems, but I would not have a mental breakdown. I also fought with Yato and Dylan... Yes, I encountered accidents when fighting. I was born without mental control, and it was difficult to be influenced by 'temptation' and 'charming' forces."

"Although sometimes I still think that everything that is happening now is my nightmare or imagination that I can never get out of, but now, at this point, I will be able to enter the God Realm of the 'Daughter of Mechanism Yuan', and I no longer care about this."

As he said that, Wright sighed lightly and squeezed out a melancholy smile. Then, he interrupted before he could wait for Fansuo, who was opening his mouth to make a sound.

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"Indeed." Fansuo nodded:

"This is not a difficult thing to guess. You should have been familiar with the information about the "Daughter of the Mechanical Yuan". In the "Diary of the Chosener" that we have fully interpreted, it is mentioned that opening the stone gate leading to the divine realm requires three armors, two of which are the "Blazing Flame Emblem", the "Dark Blood Emblem" and the "Tomorrow Emblem". But they are now in the hands of the Socratic Council. His Royal Highness Ivant has focused all his attention on military affairs. He does not care about these extraordinary things of gods, or has never cared about them. It rejects magic, superstitious about steam and force, and faces the three crucial heralds, he has no action at all."

"Indeed, after I went through a lot of hardships to get the "Emblem of Tomorrow", I contacted me. The person who met the [scholar] Peter, the liaison officer of the Socratic Committee, has never seen him since he began to." Wright waved his hand and said helplessly.

"When it comes to Peter, I heard Aaron and His Highness Evant mention him very excitedly two days ago. He said that he died a few days ago, while the Empire was desperately bombing the three major church strongholds, and he died on a flight to Sogra."

"Dead? How could it be..." Wright was a little surprised, and recalled in his mind that the man who showed him the little magic and invited him to have a meal when he was in the camp in Dunusk District B. His heart was filled with solemn sadness and incredibleness.

After all, the person with a low status, even the lower-level civil service of the Socra Committee. He seems to be very literary, and does not seem to be an important figure like the Prime Minister of the Empire, Holy. Moreover, he is a member of the ruler group, and should be unlikely to be attacked by "unintentional people" or losers, and he is even less likely to be targeted and have an accident. How could he... die?

As if he heard Wright's voice, Fansuo replied:

"It's because of the 'Grade of Tomorrow'. It's the one you handed him to him."

"Impossible... right?"

"How is it impossible? He doesn't look at his own strength. You, Wright Sogra..." Fansuo said, stretching out his index finger with his left hand, and pointing hard at Wright's hard heart, saying:

"You are the [Order]. You just said that you will not be easily affected by the spirit. Moreover, you have the red magic power in your body that belongs to the power of the gods and apostles. Naturally, it will not be so. But he is said to be in a miserable state."

"How miserable?" Wright said curiously.

"It is said that under the erosion of the 'Emblem of Tomorrow', he started bleeding from his nose shortly after he walked onto the airship. At first he didn't seem to take it seriously, thinking it was because of the hot weather, but not long after, red spots began to appear all over his body, which was extremely itchy."

"It didn't take long before his whole body began to ulcerate. First, red and pure and viscous substances flowed out, followed by dark purple, odorous liquid dripped on the street stall, and even burned a small piece."

"At that time, he was quickly pushed into the small room behind the airship and blocked it. But soon, his eyes were covered with blood and red again, like the brightest ruby."

"After fifteen minutes, even the exclusive doctor of the Socra Committee had no time to rescue him, he vomited sour water, blood, and finally, even 'fragments' of internal organs from his mouth. This process lasted for half an hour, and I heard that no one dared to approach Peter during this period. Finally, after the airship landed at the 'Juyuan Factory', the members of the Socra Guard who rushed into the small room armedly saw a ball of red ball of meat, and countless withered vines that were stretched out around him."

After saying this in one breath, Fansuo slapped his chest hard, trying to suppress the feeling.

During the conversation just now, he felt that he was at the scene, watching the "miracle" that happened to Peter in person.

But on the other hand, Wright's expression didn't seem to fluctuate much, and his emotions had changed from the surprise just now to the calm current situation.

Standing there, crossing his hands in front of his chest, thinking for a few seconds, he slowly spoke:

"Death... is always inevitable, right? I think we should look forward. I know the general content of the 'Diary of the Chosener'. You mentioned just now that you need three heralds to open the stone gate in the realm of God, right? If there are no heralds, you have to need the red magic power in my body."

As he said that, Wright clenched his fist with his left hand, and the red magic power that was inexplicably filled in his body was slightly surging.

In an instant, his angular fist was covered with a faint blush.

"Yes." Fansuo did not hide his purpose, but said without any concealment:

"We need you, that is... Ivante, the Crown Prince of the Empire, needed you. Just now, Ina had dispelled a small piece of quicksand with the 'confused song' and brought us here. Now, it's the last step."

"And now I have seen the situation clearly. The battle of the Empire to destroy the Lost Church will inevitably lead to victory. Therefore, I, who served the Empire, also accepted the instructions of one of your "old friends" to come to the edge of the Sunflower Sea to wait for you and guide you to the place where the stone gate exists. Speaking of which, Wright..." Fansuo's lips raised, and he showed a tempting smile and said:

"Don't you want to see the realm of the gods with your own eyes?"

"Of course I want to." Wright asked without hesitation.

"Then go ahead, follow this little path straight ahead, and to the end, we will see the bottom of the lake that has turned into green grass, the altar and the stone gate, which will come with the song."

As he said that, Fansuo quickly walked behind Wright, pushed away a small piece of sunflower that grew particularly lushly, and walked over.

Following Fanso, Wright walked a few steps forward. As the last piece of sunflower was pushed away, Wright actually saw a path watered by cement, surrounded by the sea of ​​sunflowers, leading to a circular altar area that was looming in the distance.

Standing in front of Wright, staring at the path with his back to his Vansuo, he couldn't help but say:

"Do you know, Wright. Looking at the path leading to the Gate of the Divine Realm, I remembered a sentence."

"What?" Wright asked curiously.

"The Era of the Dark Book 207: The Creator fell into a deep sleep, the Gods escaped into darkness, and were tortured by 'human nature', and was destined to be as dark as the abyss, and death as lonely as the wilderness." Fansuo replied, his voice particularly gloomy.

Hearing this, Wright opened his mouth slightly, his eyes slightly dissipated, trying to echo something, before he could say anything, he heard Fansuo's chuckle and an excited voice "flashing":

"But your arrival is enough to prove something to be delighted."

"What's the matter?"
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