Stepping on the solid concrete floor, Wright felt that he had traveled back to his original world.

The texture of "stable", "steady", "hard" is transmitted from the ground to his feet and then into his spirit. In conjunction with the bright illusion, he finally completely abandoned the chaotic depression that had always been.

War, killing, deception, dirty, filth, blood and death, these cruel things that should not have spread to the world have always been lingering in front of him. They were unable to sweep away for a long time, but they were not fast or slow, and walked through the path extremely steadily. Wright finally felt that he had come to a situation without war for a short and extremely rare situation, as if it was a real paradise.

The golden sunflowers on both sides waved their faint fluff, aiming at the sun with the central part that looked like the "Deep Sea Giant Eye" in an attempt to grab light and nutrients.

A few minutes later, looking at the end of the outline that could be seen in the distance, Fansuo suddenly stopped, stopped in place, looked up, and asked in an extremely "bright" tone and cute voice:

"Mr. Wright, do you know the legend about sunflowers?"

"Where?" Wright said curiously.

"Of course it was from the Cruzd Empire. After all, from the beginning of the Second Age to the end of the Third Age, their sunflower planting and exporting were the best in the mainland for thousands of years. They seemed to love this variety very much. I heard that even when most of the "lost people" were occupied by the "lost people" in Binglin Province, and when Binglin City was surrounded by the "unintentional people", they still retained a piece of "clean soil" to plant them." Fansuo said, leaning down, stretching out two fingers, and gently pinching the rhizome.

Some pure black silk threads surged out and quickly turned into countless tiny particles that were almost impossible to see clearly with the naked eye. They quickly gathered towards their fingertips and were used into the rhizomes.

Immediately afterwards, a subtle "click" sound came out, and a golden sunflower appeared almost in his hands.

However, some pure white smoke, like a twisted demon, came from the broken mouth that had been corroded to the collapsing and dark colors, and the nearly suffocating stench mixed with the unique intoxicating fragrance of the flowers, making Wright feel slightly confused.

"Just like this flower..." Fansuo said, and actually put the sunflower in his palm, rubbed it hard, and then swallowed it in one bite!

Then, he turned his body mechanically, tilted his head, and showed a cold smile, and then said in awe:

"It is a medicinal material, which can swallow 'sorrow' and can also bring people the ability to repair mental damage and treat mental illness by seizing the magic power of the light system in nature. That's right, the sunflowers grown in the Cruzd Empire are no longer the original existence. After the baptism of the ice field airflow, the improvement of countless bishops, priests and church clergy, it has become an almost sacred product. However, as the years pass, the sunflowers in other regions have gradually disappeared. After all, in the steam era, we do not lack roaring factories, turbid rivers, dirty sky, and toxic air."

"The old capital of Putoya Empire, 'Ridun', was that after a 'fatal white mist' attack, 80% of the population died and eventually became a ruin covered with tar."

Fansuo said, his eyes flashing aimlessly for a few moments, and then looked up at the incandescent sun again and murmured:

"There was an emperor named "Turning Point" in Cruisd's history. He loved sunflowers very much. He spent three million silver coins of the treasury of the 'proud double-headed eagle' to buy finished products and lay them in the city of Iceland. Of course, you might think he was stupid, lazy and stupid. But in fact, this mutated sunflower variety allowed people in the capital to eliminate a lot of hostility. During that time, violent incidents such as fighting, drinking, robbery were reduced by 80%. Even after he fell into the poison of the then Prime Minister of the Empire, Joe Niki, he could miraculously heal himself and save his life."

"So, the place we are walking through, including the sunflowers in your hands...the belly, actually have the ability to heal...the mind?" Wright speculated.

Indeed, after being in it for only half an hour, Wright not only felt that the haze shrouded in his mind had disappeared a lot, including the faint distraction when he was exposed to "Shang" and the red magic power, and his sense of collapse was swept away.

Most of the existing ones in the mind are longing for the future and yearning for the "beautiful" of the divine realm.

"Of course." Fansuo's voice interrupted Wright's thoughts, "This is not necessarily the effect of being close to the divine realm. The 'God' does not have the rumored sacredness. They also inherited many of the 'shadows' of the Creator. Note that it is 'shadows', not 'evil'."

Wright nodded as if he understood, his mouth twitched, and he did not make a sound.

After pausing for a few seconds, Fansuo sighed and continued:

"What a pity, I'm sick."

"It is normal to be sick, but it is rare in this continent without illness." Wright secretly complained and continued to listen carefully.

"What I see in my eyes is naturally distorted. I cannot appreciate the neatness and sense of rules of the majestic buildings, nor can I appreciate the majesty, solemnity and magnificence of the gods. In my eyes, even a perfect circle is a combination of irregular curves. This is not caused by filth, nor is it the product of monsters or extraordinary power. Therefore, the gods cannot cure me, and the sunflowers have no effect, but you are an exception, Wright." Vansuo said, pointing to Wright's head.

"I don't understand?" Wright waved his hands, looking confused.

"It's very simple and easy to understand. This is a very shallow fact, but behind it is a mysterious and profound truth. The fact is that you are not distorted in my eyes, you are a real and real human being! Do you know? Only then did I feel this moment when I saw the "Domainless Lord" when I was dying. So, Wright, I can't understand how extraordinary the power there is in your body, nor can I spy on the glorious future that the Creator has arranged for your destiny, but I believe that a certain era in the future is destined to belong to you, Mr. Wright Sogra."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fansuo's tone was very excited, as if he had seen the great temple of gods, and more like he was facing a holy object with extraordinary value.

Faced with Fansuo's almost "compassionate" tone, Wright just smiled politely. Even though he knew that the [Order] had an extraordinary fate and a strong future, at least now, he was very weak. As long as his luck was slightly less, a few lost people, a bullet, and a fire could easily end his life and allow him to escape into eternal darkness.

His red magic power is sometimes pale in comparison with the power controlled by the traditional Lost, not to mention using it to fight against howitzers, Imperial Steam Aircraft and Steam Warship.

If you want to use the unique professional ability of the [Order] to become the legendary "Pope" of "King", you must at least reach the order 3: combat level in order to learn and copy the unique abilities of other upper-level professions.

In other words, Wright also wants to become powerful, and also wants to break through the order stage to become a demigod, or even a god, but his eyes cannot only look at the future, but must live in the present.

The poet Gulji of Cruz said:

"The eternal stars are a future within reach, but when you fly to the starry sky, you must first step into the solid soil."

Thinking of this, Wright's eyes suddenly showed a sharp and firm aura.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the "Mad Bear" pistol from his waist, put on the bullets, and said to Fansuo:

"I think I should focus on what I am in front of me now. We just met monsters and experienced battles in the 'Silver Moon Temple' and 'Fei Moon Arena'. Later, fighting will inevitably be inevitable in front of the stone gate that opened the divine realm."

"Haha." Fansuo sneered:

"It is true to be cautious, but excessive caution is poison. Aaron, Ina, Oliver and I are in the same team, and your old friend, they are all waiting for you at the altar in front. The previous Empire's "Silent Advent Battle No. 58" required Shamon and Sinais to attack the underground stronghold of the Dark Night Church, and we, with the powerful firepower of howitzers, rockets, planes, etc., to forcibly break the yellow sand and go directly to the divine realm."

"Our biggest enemy is probably fighting those losers of the blood clan at this moment, and there is no filth or evil spirit here, how could monsters be born? But..." Fansuo glanced at Wright, turned around and pointed to the end of his vision, and said:

"Since you are anxious to open the stone gate of the Divine Realm. If you see the Divine Realm, I don't mind that we will run faster. After all, the altar is in front, and it is visible to you and me."

Just as Wright held his pistol and pursed his lips to retort, a thunderous explosion sounded from the direction Fansuo pointed.

Then, a hot wave of steaming air quickly invaded, accompanied by a dark red wind and a scorching burning sensation, Wright looked into the distance.

A mushroom-like cloud mixed with thick smoke was rising from the ground.

In an instant, the thick fog receded, and an explosion produced a "elliptical lava" with amazing scorching energy, emitting dazzling red light, irregular and twisted bright texture patterns, is rapidly expanding.

boom--------------!!!!

The deafening explosion sounded again. This time, both Wright and Fansuo witnessed the "elliptical lava" expanding to the extreme, and then it seemed that it could not support the internal anxious flames and suppressed energy, and it gushed outwards like a flame that devoured all living things.

Wherever the red flames pass, the grass turns into yellow scorched earth, and all the sunflowers are dry, withered, and "fall".

The originally blue sky was shrouded in red glow, and the sun hanging high above the top casted soft incandescent light quickly turned into a huge red gem, helping the two explosions just now to dissipate stronger heat radiation.

The air waves produced by the second explosion were richer orange-red. Letter and Fansuo only supported themselves with the power of the magic source in place for less than three seconds before being blown into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

...

It took about a few minutes, about a long years, or an epoch-like period.

Wright finally regained consciousness after the explosion. He supported the ground with his left hand and stood up shakingly.

At some point, his heart became particularly hot again, and even a hazy light could be seen under the tactical armor.

Subconsciously turning his head, Wright breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Fansuo was fine. The explosion just now left some mud and dust staining his face, but no blood was seen.

At this time, Fansuo's mouth was slightly opened, his eyes widened, and he stood, looking into the distance with disbelief. After a long time, he murmured in a trembling tone:

"Why...how is this happening...the order monster...there is an enemy...the S-level order monster?"

Hearing this, Wright's eyes suddenly glanced forward, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he was about to ask for details...
Chapter completed!