"Epoch Eight: Darkness does not mean evil and madness. Those who hold the darkness need to have sympathy and compassion for all things in the world; similarly, light does not mean justice and awesomeness. Those who bathe in the light should sink down with a proud and impetuous heart, and observe those "filth" and "worms". In this way, all things in the world coexist, the disappearing creatures are mourned, the hymns of sorrow are homophonic, and the mystery of sin is passed away." - "Dark Book"
"Where is this? Is the space in the anoplane...?" "Fu Bing" said to himself in a weak voice.
The sudden stimulation of the magic source power just now almost tore his body apart. When he escaped into the alien plane leading to "Klasen's Mask", the sad cry of the demons and ghosts and the tingling deep into the soul, the coldness and burning sensation kept tormenting his not strong, even slightly thin, white body.
"Fu Bing" knows that everything about the magic source power, for the lost people, usually causes unbearable continuous pain in the spiritual and soul fields, but it is not enough to damage the body or lay the hidden danger of causing the body to collapse.
As long as you take the continuous pain and discomfort you endure at this moment deep in your heart as hallucinations that you can always pass through, the time will not appear that long and the painful process will be shortened.
Soon, "Fu Bing" discovered that the surrounding environment gradually had a slightly strange color from the pure black realm when it first escaped into it. It was faint, ghostly blue, carrying snowflakes that "fall" from bottom to top, covering the surroundings with a long-lost but extremely familiar feeling of winter.
"Snow? Upside down... Snow?" "Fu Bing" was surprised, thinking in his mind about what the person who built this alien plane or the gods tried to express. He stretched out his hand to try to grab the snowflakes and felt the coolness of the back of his hand. "Fu Bing" shook his head helplessly and smiled, turning his palms down.
Soon, a steaming net of snow-white mist was covered around, like a scene where the Khitan Ris people who opened a small shop in Binglin City to sell oriental desserts to get up early to steam buns.
Two two-headed eagle proudly exuding ethereal and far-reaching roar flew upside down from his feet, as if pulling open an extremely huge, boundless crimson velvet curtain that revealed a terrifying aura, dispelling the darkness and bringing a bright red crimson scene that filled the entire "ground".
They are like a bottomless "blood pool" built into the blood of all living beings from ancient times to the present, which is eye-catching, as if they will fall on people's bodies inadvertently at any time and gradually swallow them up.
Gradually, "Fu Bing" finally waited until all the pain that enveloped the spiritual realm disappeared and he resumed his complete control of the body, and he realized that he was quickly falling down, and his perception of gravity made him realize that he was now in a state of head facing down.
Since I was not aware of the rules of the anoplanetary surface in "Clarson's Mask", "Fu Bing" did not act rashly, but waited for the arrival of the time of complete fall. After all, this process is completely different from the natural fall. There is neither the feeling of tension nor lack of oxygen, and the speed is not very fast.
When he felt that his head touched the hard ground, his body touched it, and then bounced it up a few times, he quickly tightened his core muscles, supported his arms forward, made a backflip in a pretty perfect posture, and his feet landed on the ground, and stood up in a pretty elegant posture.
"Is this the legendary 'Blood Ming Town'?" "Fu Bing" looked at the surrounding environment and guessed.
Everything here is shrouded in a deep red atmosphere symbolizing the end of the world and the end of the world. The sky is bright and dark red. Apart from the lighter orange-red sun, it is a red "ocean" without any waves.
Looking down, "Fu Bing" was stepping on the cement road full of cracks and gaps that began to appear after the industrial era.
Taking a deep breath, "Fu Bing" walked forward with courage. "Blood Ming Town" was filled with tall buildings made of steel that he had only seen in the ruins of those large city sites, as well as empty and silent streets and alleys.
All buildings look extremely dark under the red lights. The buildings in the distance are covered with a layer of dark gauze, while the shops on each floor are shining with neon lights and shops on each floor, coupled with this slightly solemn and empty environment, look particularly gloomy and terrifying.
"The structure here is like a large 'future city' built by the old empire during the Steam Age." "Fu Bing" shook his head, sighed with regret:
"It's a pity that only a few have been gradually marginalized. When the Wasteland Age comes, they are also the first ones that have been destroyed."
"Fu Bing" knew that the area he was traveling through might be the commercial area of ​​this town, but the obviously lively lights and open shops compared to the empty environment, which gave more of the feeling of "the humans here were annihilated by extraordinary power in an instant, leaving only a seemingly prosperous body."
Continue to move forward, "Fu Bing" sees the gray rivers floating with garbage, bones and viscous waste that are polluted by the industry, as well as the huge mechanical trucks docked on the roadside and the ground piled with construction waste.
The unfinished tall buildings were pounding several mechanical arms for cargo transporting goods, drooping, symbolizing that the town, or what people call the "old steam industrial city" has died.
After about a few minutes, "Fu Bing" seemed to have reached the end of this road. There was a chaotic and blurry scene ahead. He swallowed, suppressed the trembling of his hands, and rushed into the chaos.
In an instant, the dark and blood-red scenes switched to clean, white, bright and comfortable blue sky and white clouds. He was no longer surrounded by tall buildings, but neat lawns and rows of Putoya buildings. A cobblestone path appeared in front of him.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Walking forward, he soon came to a garden covered with clouds and crimson mist. However, when he walked to the center of the garden and stood in the white pavilion, the crimson color faded away quickly, and a few poplar trees suddenly rose up around the ground. The sunflowers planted scattered in various parts of the garden neatly twisted their "heads" toward the "Fu Bing".
"You are here. For so long, you are the third person to break into this field." The sweet and innocent voice of the girl appeared in front of "Fu Bing", which surprised him a little.
Looking up, a white figure teleported to him without any warning, without any warning, and even silently, as if he was filled with sorrow, sin, and pain by extraordinary power and evil spirits.
However, when "Fu Bing"'s eyes fell on the figure, she quickly became a real existence like a normal human being, which can be touched, perceived, and most importantly, it is an entity that can be communicated.
"You are?" "Fu Bing" looked up and down at the creature in front of him who might be called a "woman".
He found that the dress of "women" revealed a strong style of Cruisd's court. Her long skirt was inlaid with red as the base, inlaid with various thick multi-colored gems, with wheat ear patterns embroidered on the edges, symbolizing agriculture. In the center, the important symbol of the Cruisd's royal family was embroidered with the "double-headed eagle", and the clothes inside showed a complete, supreme, eye-catching and rare pure white color.
In her waist position, the waist-length position is used to ties the waist and is an unknown device with a strong metallic texture. Although the upper body continues to maintain a graceful and luxurious posture, she wears a "head-raising Eagle" badge made of pure steel and has an extremely complex and precise mechanical structure inside.
"Fu Bing" has read the relevant materials. He knew that the materials and production process of this "badge" were very exquisite, and was personally checked and made by Ivan Twenty-two. The entire Cruzde royal family needed to wear it on any important occasion to demonstrate the powerful empire of the new era of steam.
Seeing that the "woman" in front of him took off a heavy gas mask and placed the oxygen backpack as heavy as iron easily on the ground, "Fu Bing" was a little surprised, but out of cultural respect for the royal family, he took off half a step back, took off the old, slightly dirty, stained with filth and blood, bent down to salute, and continued:
"You are Danivia Kalovloya Rurik, the princess of the old empire, right?"
"That's right." Princess Danivia nodded slightly, pulled the corners of her skirt on both sides, squatted a little, and said with a tribute:
"I am indeed a member of the Rurik royal family who was imprisoned by the Sunnese people in this cage. Since you know my full name, can I understand that you came here with some purpose?"
"Maybe there, maybe not." "Fu Bing" said with an unclear attitude:
"I came here for a necessity of creation by gods, but also a chance driven by fate. I walked into the simple ruins left by the Lord of the Dark Night, and found the orderly monster "Classen's Mask" in a conspicuous place, thus coming to the 'Bloodlight Town' and entering the realm where you... are."
"You are honest. I can't see any panic on your face. I didn't smell any lies in the breath you emit." Princess Danivia quickly walked behind "Fu Bing", and the sound of the "da da da da" soles colliding with the ground under her feet. She looked up at the shimmering lake that was faintly visible in the distance, and continued:
"Look at your clothes, like a homeless man who appears in the cold land of the northern border. You know, even in the golden age of the greatest empire, whether it is the streets of Iceland City, the rural areas of Karov District, or the wilderness of the Extreme Cold District, there are homeless people wandering there. They may get the mercy of some lords and factory owners from the tempering of death, and may get the embrace of the Lord in the cold wind and heat, and fly to the heaven of eternal happiness."
"But I heard that in the Golden Age, even beggars on the streets of Binglin City would proudly raise their dirty heads because of the powerful Cruised nation." "Fu Bing" sneered:
"However, I am not a beggar, nor a wanderer. I am a loser. We are infected by the virus buried by Ivan Twenty-second. We have experienced the pain above the spirit and body that exceeds the limit of pain that humans can bear millions of times, and only then can we survive, belong to the 'tragedy' human beings."
"Oh?" Princess Danivia glanced back at "Fu Bing", then said slightly:
"The outside world... changes so fast. You may know that after people enter the "Blood Ming Town", the time that belongs to the body will be frozen. In other words, even if I may have been imprisoned here for hundreds of years, or even thousands of years, and my perception of time has gradually weakened, my appearance and body will not grow old, my spirit will not be depressed, and my memory will not decline.
Chapter completed!