March 13, 3:30 am, the New Yuan calendar.

Cruisd Federation, Iceland Province, Xinfeng Town, Zhenxin New District, Charles XII Square.

"Do you believe in gods by the way, Wolfya?" Moron rubbed his hands and exhaled in the last biting cold wind belonging to Cruisd, and said curiously in a slight trembling voice.

It is late at night, and there are still three hours left for residents here to see the first ray of dawn from the horizon. In another six hours, an important series of activities that belong to the "Wind Spring Festival" will be launched.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof and not leave unpleasant experiences for the big figures coming from the capital, Moron had to transfer a few small building cranes that were used to repair the damage caused by the "future" and "wind mines" a few days ago to finalize the huge ancient statue in front of him.

Under the glory of several modified large searchlights that were temporarily pulled, all kinds of scars on Moron's face seemed to have escaped into the mysterious realm of holiness and grayness, and showed bloodless pale in an abnormal bright and gloomy environment.

But the comrades Wolfya and Dak, who were standing beside him, seemed very normal in the darkness because they were surrounded by most of the dark fantasy.

After witnessing the final corner of the huge statue's head being completely repaired, Wolfya extinguished the cigarette roll made of "mixed night fragrance plants" in his hand. After thinking for a while, his big hand slapped Moron's shoulder and replied in a rock-heavy voice:

"To be honest, from the bottom of my heart, I don't believe in these messy things. If I were to the attitude towards God, I hope He existed, and I could use this to comfort those who have a mental breakdown, but I would never go crazy about it."

"Rational...atheist?" Moron turned his head, gave his affirmation, and smiled in praise:

"Indeed, pure humans like you are rare. This problem actually plagues us, those of the Wasteland Age, but also causes clergy from the Human Age and the Steam Age to be insane.

"In my short thirty or forty years, I have never seen a god, even if I meet a person with a normal mind who claims to have seen a god.

“If they really exist, either with compassion and compassion, or with chaotic and brutal supporters, they will either listen to the prayers of believers, or emerge from the subconscious of humanity, appear before us as truly concrete entities, save us and end this meaningless war that lasts a hundred years.

"But so far, I still don't know when the war will end, where killing and death will end completely. We, Cruzder, have indeed mastered the offensive methods to achieve decisive victory in local battlefields, but seeing the dawn in the long night is still a luxury."

"What's wrong, why are my Moron brothers suddenly so pessimistic? Are you scared by the two 'Pedalists' boys a few days ago? Haha!" Wolfya slapped Moron's back violently, then breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a restrained smile:

"However, in my concept, if the gods really exist, my attitude might be closer to the Khitan Rises. In the cultural history of the East, the local gods they joined were mostly great humans with power and morality. They did not raise idle gods. If their needs and prayers were not responded, they would turn to believe in new gods until their wishes were fulfilled.

"Even if... the gods really exist, I would rather believe that they are humanoid or impersonal creatures that condense the Creator, natural or cosmic energy, which are indeed powerful, extraordinary enough, but not enough to be mysterious and fearful.

"The mission of the Federation [Warriors] is to fight, and the mission of our generation of human beings is to restore order and usher in what Vasily calls the 'restart era'."

"Just as the Call of the Wind says: 'With the heart as life, with the foot, and be eternal, and become a god by oneself." Moron asked.

Seeing that Wolfya did not answer in words, but nodded firmly, Moron showed a rare knowing smile. Then he took a few steps back, pulled Wolfya and Dak up to look at the huge statue illuminated by the light, and introduced:

"Look, the one on the left is the demigod [Prophet] Wendys, who created the Call of the Wind. As a demigod, He is indeed well versed in the way of hope to believers. His statue is not as sacred and inhuman as the Lord and His slaves in the church, nor is it as terrifying as those strange and twisted people have created for the old gods. No matter who sees it, Wendys' statue is an ordinary, cute, sunny, and sweet-smiling sunny big boy."

"Indeed." Wolfya nodded:

"And in my opinion, He was not portrayed as a gorgeously dressed Cruzd court noble, but was almost a simple and happy boy playing in the countryside. I guess this may contain the message the statue builder wanted to convey."

"Is it ordinary, primitive, as free as the wind?" Dark, who stood behind the two and looked up at the sculpture together, interrupted.

"That's right, and compared to the tall, decent and dignified statue of Charles XII next to it and our warriors, the strong and brave Winguts, it is more like putting it together to neutralize the killing aura of war years." Moron further explained:

"By the way, the original sculptures have actually been contaminated by the so-called gods, monsters and extraordinary powers of the past, and have been contaminated by the burning liquid of the "unintentional man" over the past few hundred years, so they are no longer suitable for display. The squares that are for the big figures and the pastor O'Neff are all finished products that are copied one by one."

"Why?" Wolfya and Dak said curiously:

"The original sculpture has a kind of magic that makes people forget, which may be a magnetic field, or a simple magic source skill. In short, anyone who is close to the sculpture will gradually forget what happened from the present to the past, and can only recover slowly if you leave there.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Under this condition, even if you wear lead metal shells and use a crane to operate remotely, you cannot pray to the wind. People here call it "Wind Pray". The most important thing in the "Wind Spring" festival is to pray to the demigods, warriors and the old emperors, kiss their ankles in exchange for good blessings. Just like you, especially Dark." Moron explained, turning his head and holding Dark's shoulder, and continuing:

"You are going north to find the gods related to 'Pramini' and the 'Echoerner' who are called evil gods by 'Wind Mines'. I think you are not His believer, nor are you in order to see the gods for powerful strength, but for a bright future, a promise, and an answer that belongs to you, right?

"As for deeper answers related to the times, or the debate on the "Evolution Station", I think you can definitely see how things develop first. I still stick to my argument. I think Lord Vasily is not wrong, and the restart of the "Evolution Station of the Universal Energy" is not wrong.

"The end of the wasteland world, the reconstruction of order and the opening of a new era require continuous sacrifice. Even if he eventually becomes a demon in people's mouth, as long as the restart era comes, we have the possibility of using the power of the sun to make potions or instruments to purify the "unintellectual virus". All this for the future is worth it."

"Future?" Dark looked up at the stars in the night sky and smiled:

"Indeed, it's for a future, an agreement and an 'answer-related answer'."

"By the way, Moron." Wolfya interrupted Dark's imagination and Moron's feelings, turned over his sleeves, revealing the blue fluorescent mechanical watch that had previously belonged to "Yinmi" and pointed to the hour hand and said:

"It's getting late, almost 4 o'clock. Sorry, Brother Moron, we have to set out north. You know, I no longer want to be related to the big people in the capital until there are enough explorations for 'Plamini'. Besides, for me and Dark, it's not the time to celebrate any existence."

"Okay, I won't give it to you." Moron sighed, suppressing his reluctance to parting, and said regretfully:

"I'm afraid this trip will take at least one year to go north. The situation of the war is not absolutely clear. At least we will not have a chance to meet again until the "Evolution Station" is all found. I... I sent someone to put some food, ammunition and gasoline behind your "Rock Brand" mechanical tank, as well as two improved versions of the "Sunflower" bazooka and the "Hydro-Change" small hand cannons, and they can handle ordinary "unintentional people" and "alien monsters."

"Let's go, brother." Wolfya choked and hugged Moron tightly, and pulled Dark to the corner of Charles XII Square. With the engine's "whimpering", he drove towards the K-I0 Highway north of the town.

Accompanied by a slight haze, the weak light floated up from the east horizon, standing at the highest point around the town square, the blonde half-lost boy Loka, above the town church, put away a trace of loss that was touching the scene and stroking a blue blue cat beside him, with a slightly pure black chin, looking straight ahead with his inherent high tone of boys:

"Nahaka, look, Brother Dak finally set out for the ice and snow field. He is very powerful. When he is a monster, he can hurt the "Ice Blade" with one blow. Even though he loses most of the memories he is a monster, he is still as powerful as the "Snow and Snow Hunter".

"Oh, it's just a pity. Until now, he hasn't noticed the gift I gave him next to the railway. Do you think, Nahaka, can he really get the 'blessing' of the gift only by experiencing extreme pain or awakening the dusty beast nature in his body?"

"Maybe yes." The Cruzder blue cat called Nahaka raised its big and sharp ears, jumped onto Loka's shoulders with light steps, and replied:

"Only pain and beastly nature can stimulate the desire for survival, and the desire for war they arouse together can completely integrate monster attributes and gods into his blood. Dark may be really the apostle selected by the Lord of the Dark Night. Resistance is almost madly Vasily and those damn "evolutionary stages", perhaps only him, and the so-called evil god "echoer".

"Yes, Nahaka." Loka sighed lightly and said:

"I originally wanted to force him to join the 'Crash Group' and work hard to resist Cruisd's ideals at the highest level. But now all this is impossible. He has been recognized by the 'Crash' sequence and has embarked on the career path of [Crash Cancer]. In other words, as long as the 'Ice Blade' encounters an accident, according to our ancient rules, he will be our only leader."

"So..." Nahaka whispered in Loka's ear:

"Do you want to follow Dark's footsteps? Go observe him, monitor him, understand him, and then, at some point, take control of him completely?"

"Well... this is a choice. By the way, I really want to see the so-called dragon behind the wind wall. I heard that the pseudo-dragon in the capital Sener Prison has awakened. The real dragon that resonates with should have ushered in the fate of breaking out of its cocoon, right?"

As Loka's voice dissipated above Xinfeng Town, a gust of warmth and wind of spring blew, and the darkest dawn still did not usher in a complete dawn.

However, against the slight red light and morning glow of the reddish sun, wearing a brand new thick military green cotton coat and a brand new yellow military backpack, Luo Nai, dressed in a Cruzder traveler, habitually touched the newly repaired silver-white "Mad Bear" pistol on his waist, and was stopping in front of the classical wooden door of the town.
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