"Is the fate of the [Order]?" Wright murmured, looking in the direction Yaroslav pointed.

It was not until this time that Wright finally had the opportunity to carefully observe the environment of this "ancient temple approaching the path".

This place is not like a dark, humid, or a dangerous underground space full of monsters and extraordinary power, nor is it like a deliberately shaped alien plane. This space has a rare sense of reality and reality, just like cutting the real real world space and taking it down and bringing it here.

"Yes, it's fate. Unfortunately, Ivan Twenty-second, the evil man who we mistakenly thought of as a great emperor, has not truly fulfilled his duty as a [Order]. Everything it did was just for our Rurik family." Yaroslav stood behind Wright, pushed away two randomly squirming "Dark Touches", pointed to the ruins of the palace in front of him and said:

"There is always day and no night here. It is the real space that Ivan Twenty-two used the power of the Dream Maker. Everything here, including soil, grass, bricks and stones, palaces, fountains, wells and sculptures, is made of resources transported from the real world."

"No wonder..." Lyte looked in the direction Yaroslav pointed. There was only a lonely palace here. Originally, it was supposed to be a castle. Due to the passage of time, the things built by humans gradually rusted, rotted and collapsed, leaving only the room called "outside-domain repair office" that was barely maintained by the power of the magic source.

Looking to both sides, weeds were overgrown and weeds grew unscrupulously in the space that had been forgotten for hundreds of years, but no wild flowers bloomed. The broken fountain was in the center of this area, and it had dried up, with only a little water stain left after the rain.

The air here is very gentle. Wright estimates that the humidity and temperature should be deliberately adjusted to the most comfortable value of the human body. A bronze statue of man with a head missing stood in the distance. Wright speculated that it should be the bronze statue of the founding emperor of Cruzde.

Further away are some messy amusement facilities and the wreckage of some open-air entertainment venues. There is only one circus tent that barely maintains its dirty but not damaged appearance.

"MB-Invisible: Ancient Temple Path. This is the number set by the banned organization here. You know, MB belongs to the monster sequence, which made Ivan Twenty-two very angry. Cruzder officials have never admitted that there are any abnormalities and distortions here, and there is no death, killing and extraordinary here, just an "ordinary path" connecting the "main control of the fire of heavenly punishment." Yaroslav saw that Wright kept looking around, as if he understood his thoughts, and said:

"Nothing will appear here except that gate, because time has long forgotten this place...no one is there anymore, and there will be no more Cruzdians who lived in the prosperous and glorious era. There will be no monsters, no alien monsters, and if we, the federal soldiers, don't come, there will be even a bullet here.

"There is no 'sorrow' here that makes people mentally collapsed, and there will be no energy that makes you cognitively biased. Some are just an environmental layout that makes you feel comfortable and peaceful. You and I... are not weak-willed people, and these excellent Cruise's superpower warriors are not weak-willed people. I think we are not going to be deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate ourselves?"

"You are right, Chief Yaroslav." Wright turned his head and stared at Yaroslav's eyes, and said in an extremely firm tone:

"Take me to that 'mechanical door'."

Soon, led by the surrounding federal savages, Wright followed the abandoned brick and stone road, through the unloaded palace gate, and walked into this corrosive space piled up by purple vines and many weeds.

It is indeed ruined, with many mottled blood remaining on the walls. It seems that a cruel battle had already occurred before the arrival of these humans.

"Wright, please walk on this prototype magic circle and use the magic power in your body as much as possible." Yaroslav took out a black notebook from his arms and instructed him according to the scribbled handwritten words on it.

"Is it just... simply surging the magic source power?" Wright asked.

"Yes, just simply surging and release them in any form. But I suggest that it is best to think about some grand scenes in your brain while releasing the power of magic. Because this door is built on the power of Ivan Twenty-two. If you place your thinking at a macro perspective, it will easily resonate with him." Yaroslav replied:

"Our purpose is to mistake you for that great emperor from the very beginning."

"Are the great emperor? Great... grand..." Wright closed his eyes tightly and began to recite spells for the spirit formation.

“I pray that the wisdom of the Creator will come.”

"I hope the vastness of the universe will appear in my eyes."

“Past, present and future.”

“Death, life and existence.”

Within a few seconds, a red light quickly condensed from Wright's heart and forehead. Soon, these lights evolved into bugs like wire, climbed up to every corner of Wright's body and drilled into every pore, making the surface of his body quickly covered with a ray of light that seemed to come from the underworld and the alien.

As Wright's red magic power slowly spread around, Yaroslav and the group of psychics felt extremely uncomfortable. It was not the coldness or pain of the body, nor the pain or confusion of the spirit. It was just a "sense of escape" that could not be described in any language created by humans. Countless energy of destiny and time seemed to gather at this moment, causing them to withdraw from the palace at the same time.

Soon, the remaining plants began to emit a faint blue light. There was no wind or any vibration here, but it made the plants sway strangely.

The twisted plants seemed to be greedily absorbing the red magic power, but when they expanded to two to three times, bursting out white juice and black tar. Although these liquids flowed out uncontrollably at the same time, they showed a very short and distinct state until they flowed to Wright's feet, covering this "magic array" that did not produce any magic reactions.

In an instant, the black and white liquid painted a very philosophical pattern that did not belong to Cruzd under the guidance of the magic source. If Wright opened his eyes and looked down, he would be surprised to find that this was a "Tai Chi figure" from Khitan Ris, which is the supreme culture of the Fire Empire.

Wright's ears appeared in the whistle of a steamship, the screams of a woman, the crazy sneer of a madman, and the struggle and screams of a child before his death. Countless tragic battle sounds mixed with the roar of guns and cannons, together with countless miserable shouts, begging and scolding, forming an extreme "concerto" that looks like a purgatory on earth.

"Is this the world in the eyes of Ivan Twenty-two?" Wright thought to himself. He did not want to stop any force from interacting with it at this moment. Instead, he hoped that all the information would appear before his eyes.

He speculated that Ivan Twenty-two left this mechanical door here not because he could block the person who dared to enter. On the contrary, he longed for someone to arrive here. He hoped that a new [Order] with sufficient power would come to the world and guide humanity into a new destiny.

Whether it is the Dragon Era, the Human Era, the Steam Era, the Current Wasteland Era, or the Future Star Era, as long as there is humanity, there will be war, death and killing.

Humans are the wisest of the races ruled by the eighteen dragon races, but while the Creator gave them "wisdom", he also gave them "selfishness", "confusion", "despicable" and "greed".

At the beginning of Ivan Twenty-second ascending the throne, huge waves were set off from time to time in the ocean in the western part of the Cruzd Empire, and almost instantly submerged the Port of Ivan, Harift and Nantoya. In the south, the Sunneites led their troops north due to the rupture of the alliance and almost occupied the entire Konig province. Their artillery could easily pour shells into the Linbian-Mayang line, and the infantry could freely shuttle to the west of the North Mamous River.

The Ewentreal Empire in the east has just won the second Battle of Nabsk and is steadily advancing towards the Icefield City. Whether it is the Sunnese Empire or the Ewentreal people, the Cruzde cities they occupied have almost all become places of flames buried together with ruins and bodies.

The empire Ivan Twenty-II took over was a place of storms of war, with thunder of artillery fire and a storm of blood almost flooding from the border to his ankles in the city of Iceland.

"Perhaps, this is the fate of the [Order]." When Wright received the information left by Ivan Twenty-second, he commented:

"Returning peace to order in the world of war chaos gives people the ability to truly have enough to peek into the mysteries of the Creator."

Under the continuous surge of the red magic power, Wright felt a sound that he didn't understand but was very familiar with [Echo].

Immediately afterwards, a blazing hot wind blew towards him. He held his breath and, while closing his eyes, seemed to see the stars in the universe crawling at his feet. Countless spacecraft roaring forward radiated metal howls, and the golden and red nebula emitted colorful light. The "pillar of creation" that can only be seen under the telescope was disturbing the most exciting part of his heart.

Just as he was immersed in the excitement brought by humans when they ruled the universe during the illusory Star Age and indulged in the magnificent scenery of the magnificent universe world, he suddenly discovered that the "magic array" was like an elevator, which had long been trapped under the floor of the palace, leading him to a slightly wide underground space built at the end of a narrow tunnel.

Crack! Ding! Sizzling!
Chapter completed!