"Wait." George interrupted Wright's impulse, "I just thought about it. Wright's analysis may be reasonable. Although it may not be possible that the gods will make any "conspiracy" to us, at least... if it is a test, I cannot take risks with the manager of the future "park" and our young people with great potential. After all, I am a dying person..."
As he said that, George sighed deeply, but before he could exhale, he began to cough violently.
After his face turned red, he bent down and struggled in place for a long time before George slowly calmed down his breath and said in a hoarse voice:
"Get back, Wright. If nothing happened to me, you don't have to worry about what happened after entering the divine realm. We have passed through layers of levels. After the flying yellow sand retreats, the soldiers of the follow-up committee and guard team will come in to support us easily... If I die, remember to "reconstruct" me in the "Paradise" space and let me experience the legendary "resurrection" feeling, haha."
After saying that, George pulled Lait behind him, stretched out his right palm, and then he was about to shoot it hard.
Bang!
Just as his palm was about to touch the number "5" carved in the middle of the stone slab, a gunshot suddenly came from behind him.
Immediately, the unforgettable pain on his right arm came into his brain. Looking down, his arm had been blown away, and the broken wound became bloody and bloody, and even a trace of burning smell mixed with rotten smell.
Without further guessing, the one who shot must be Pusef.
Among the standard pistols of the Empire, only the "Mad Bear" series has similar effects. Civil organizations have always had low military level, weak capabilities, and cannot master towns with industrial value. They cannot even build factories with complete systems. Naturally, there is no such powerful pistol, at most it is a rocket launcher. But there is one exception, the "Lone Wolf Club" led by Pusef. The Empire not only acquiesced to open underground factories, but also intentionally or unintentionally provided them with many "sub-value raw materials" to help them build weapons and achieve the strategic goals of some empires.
Therefore, their "Lone Wolf" series of pistols have the power that is no less than the "crazy bear", and they are even better in terms of ammunition volume and accuracy.
George, who understood instantly, quickly turned around, twisted his gun with his left hand, shaking his swaying towards Putsoff, and said angrily:
"What are you doing, Pusef!"
"I said that the 'price' this time must be borne by Wright. If you help him, you are fighting me!" Putsoff roared hysterically.
The pain from his eyes was tormenting him. The "necessary sacrifice" he had endured in the interpretation of the third stone tablet had already caused his spirit to gradually collapse. The more he felt, the more angry he was, the more angry he was. Many negative emotions in his brain would be amplified unlimitedly until he was induced to make impulsive moves.
There is no doubt that George was also scared by Putsef's sudden attack, but the anger of losing his arm in an instant made him retain some rationality.
Instead of shooting, he confronted Pusef and advised:
"Put down your gun, or I'll go. Wright has a power that you and I can't reach. This is exactly what you and I need. Be awake, Putsoff, there is something you and I know, but we all maintain the tacit understanding of "seeing through but not saying it out". If we break up, do you think we can still live?"
"I don't care!" Pusef yelled:
"No matter what, Wright needs to press the fourth password. I don't care if he is a god, a demon, a strong man or a coward, even if he wants to pierce my chest with his tentacles, I will use a gun to blow his head before that. Wright..."
Putsoff turned the muzzle, aimed at Wright, and said in an imperative tone:
"Press it! Password! I want to supervise you personally, watch your hand press the '5' number with your own eyes, I want to see, I have paid an eyeball, what price will you pay! Hurry up!"
Looking at Pusef, Wright naturally didn't want to have any conflict with the madman again. He sighed, pressed George's hand holding the gun, and said:
"I'll go. This is what I'm willing to do. After pressing the four passwords, you will probably open the door. After seeing the "Daughter of Mechanical Yuan", I will also ask him carefully about my secrets. You have a goal, I have doubts. The final result of our goal is the same, just like countless rivers that flow into the "central lake". Now Bret is dead, Molos is dead, Feng, Sayi, and the "Fansuo" that I just met is also dead. Life and death are now just two cruel and very ordinary words. Living is nothing more than suffering from countless rounds of pain. Death is also a kind of relief."
"Mr. George, if I have to give something as a 'price', I don't want the god to take away part of my body. I want him to acquire all my life and let me end this lingering nightmare."
Wright said, lowering his eyes, feeling his nose sore. After sobbing for a while, he quickly wiped away the tears remaining in the corners of his eyes and walked smoothly, like a human warrior who was fully armed in the first era, about to fight with the dragon clan and fight the battlefield.
Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!
The heavy boots were stepping on the floor, and the pace of his heart was coincidentally consistent with the rhythm of his heart.
Stopped, Wright looked at the slab of Wingutters' chest changing, and plucked up the courage to shoot heavily in the area where the number "5" represents "adventure".
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently. On the steps not far away, the giant door that was clearly visible trembled violently, and countless dust and fine stones continued to fall from above to the ground.
But unfortunately, after the vibration stopped, several people found that the door had only opened a small gap.
Even so, the subtle light revealed inside that looks out of place with the surrounding dim space is still exciting enough.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Wright, continue!" Putsoff held the gun and pressed against the back of Wright's head and ordered:
"It must be caused by insufficient power, surging your red magic source power! surging your red magic source power!"
Fearing that Putsoff would do excessively, he would hurt him and George beside him, Wright chose to do so under threat.
The mantra used to chant the soul in silently, Wright surging the power in his body for the last time in this "underground Lapuda" palace.
In an instant, a red light appeared on his right hand, as if it had been painted with a layer of glowing paint.
Immediately, the light shattered and transformed into several spots of light that looked like Mars. They spread, aggregated, spread, and then aggregated like an organization, and finally completely dispersed in a dance-like flying, all floating to the top of the palace.
Suddenly, Wright felt a blur before his eyes.
He thought it was his red magic power that had been overdrawn, causing his body to be ischemia and falling into a state of weakness and blurred vision.
But a strong sense of transparency came from his brain and spread throughout his body, and this wrong guess was self-defeating.
As the brain became clearer and brighter, the surrounding space quickly changed from being barely dim to being in the "eternal light" flashlight, and quickly became white and holy as if it was in heaven.
Everything just now turned into countless tiny particles, and with the invisible, unknown, unpredictable, unsightly airflow, they were brought far away. Only a huge scroll with the words "5" and "adventure" written in the ancient nirvana empire.
Gradually, numbers and words began to become distorted, like paintings with great artistic value by abstract artists at the peak of their "inspiration".
In less than five seconds, a scene that scared him appeared on the scroll.
“Is this an image representing the ‘adventure’ sequence?”
Wright stared at the paintings painted with various colors of paint, his eyes wide open and his eyes raised, and the black eyes seemed to be about to overflow from his eye sockets and roll to the ground.
His soul seemed to be "arrested" by paintings, "bound", and held his body fixed in place without any movement.
He saw the city, a city that was about to be destroyed in war.
The muddy, broken city ground was covered with blood and red flames, and the desperate people knelt on the ground and exclaimed. The tall buildings representing the city itself were broken by artillery fire and would immediately fall apart under the cold wind.
The sky is divided into two by red lines, on the left is the curtain symbolizing daytime, and on the right is the scroll representing the long night; in the air, the "Heaven punishment" symbolizing the wrath of the gods is falling, trying to completely destroy decay, pain, chaos and struggle.
However, looking towards the middle of the painting, Wright discovered a boy.
He had white hair and glasses on his head, and his dressing style was very similar to a Western Land adventurer.
At this moment, he stood tall and held his right hand in a state of support, summoning a barrier made of yellow light, trying to block the arrival of disaster by his own strength.
Unfortunately, behind him was a rifle facing his head, and had already pulled the trigger.
A few seconds later, Wright's brain interpreted the picture depicting "adventure".
"War is cruel. He is the beginning of destroying everything. As long as this machine is started, everything will not stop, but will develop towards the worst outcome. The gods are angry at the war's disturbance of their "dreams", and lower the "heaven punishment" to try to annihilate everything. The young man guided by his mission promotes his power to compete with the gods and save the human beings on the verge of extinction. But what he didn't know is that human nature is distorted and human hearts are sinister. The existence he is desperately protecting is taking his life."
"Is this the meaning of 'adventure'? I know that it is impossible to do it, and know that there is an abyss ahead, and even if I am hurt by the protected objects, I still have to follow the voice of my heart without hesitation and move forward... Is it true... it is sad enough, I think the last code of the stone tablet I interpreted is 'No. 5: Adventure', perhaps it is the hint of the Creator to me or a warning."
"The unjust war between humans symbolizes the war in the picture. The 'Heaven punishment' brought by the gods is the 'heartless virus'. Adventurer boys may be the combination of countless warriors who save the dangerous situation of human beings. The rifle behind it must be a concentrated display of countless "bad natures" of human beings. This... should also express the disappointment of the gods with human beings. This race full of conspiracy, harm and evil should not exist on the continent. We will sooner or later be extinct in our own hands."
Thinking of this, Wright sighed heavily and shook his head, not knowing whether it was a sigh of human destiny or a regret for himself.
Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame suddenly emerged from the middle of the scroll. It was like a beast that devoured everything, and in an instant, all the scroll was destroyed without any residue.
Immediately, ancient stone pillars rose from the ground, towering buildings continued to appear in the distance, and a dark curtain quickly fell from the sky, and countless stars began to emerge and then quickly extinguished.
Looking up at the curtain, Wright was as if he was watching the vast sea, brilliant, gorgeous, mysterious universe, as if he stared at it seriously, and the creator who was sleeping in a nightmare would wake up and come to him.
Gradually, the white mist began to float quietly around his body, and in an instant, "swallowed" the dark curtains and ancient buildings, as well as everything in his sight.
The hangover-like feeling lingers around his body, making him forget the stars, universe, buildings and scrolls he just saw. He feels that his body is firmly bound by inexplicable power and cannot move.
We will all fall into darkness, no one can be redeemed, no one can understand, and the bell of confession rings, and what mankind will receive will no longer be mercy, but destruction.
Only the persistent and powerful human beings can keep moving forward and stop tragedy; cowardly and humble existences can only kneel on their knees and accept the scorching of flames.
The dull whistle sound appeared in Wright's ears like a death bell, and the terrifying feeling of mournment lingered in his ears and could not be removed.
When the sound disappeared, the space around Wright became clear again, and his five senses finally returned to normal.
“Hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…”
He gasped heavily, and sweat beads continued to fall from his forehead. He didn't know whether everything just now was a dream or the result of the resonance between the red magic power and the power of the gods.
He held the words with both hands, a smooth stone slab, looking around.
He saw George squatting on the ground and gasping for a weak breath, his face was covered in blood, and Putsoff, who had lost his life by several dark tentacles and scarlet vines.
"What happened? He...Pussoff, was he attacked by something?" Wright asked in disbelief.
"Ah, yes, I was attacked." George said lightly, his eyes unfocused, looking forward, "That is the 'price' of the last stone tablet, the 'fall before dawn' mentioned in the literature." George moved his body slightly and said in a weak, hoarse voice:
"After entering the fourth password just now, the characters on the stone slab completely disappeared, and the "forbidden door" leading to the divine realm was successfully opened. But you were briefly controlled by the remaining power of the stone slab, and your red magic power gave birth to those tentacles and vines under the influence of the power of the gods."
"They pierced through Putsoff's head, eye sockets, throat, heart, abdomen and thighs, and quickly absorbed his blood, making him yell, unwilling to "bear" death. That madman...it's better to die, or to enter the paradise. But Wright..." George wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, pressed to his wet and red heart, and said with his head down sadly:
"See it, this is God... the power of God to suppress everything. Your future path is still long. Maybe you will accept the 'park', maybe you will never... will never recognize our ideas. But these are no longer important..."
Chapter completed!