"Cubic Wolf?" Wright suddenly felt a little familiar, just like the feeling he had just traveled to this world, as if he was covered with a layer of veil, faintly visible and faintly visible.
But when he further thought about the information related to the "baby wolf" in his memory, Wright felt as if his brain was forcibly snatched open, and he was stirring it unscrupulously with a chopstick.
It was not until his thoughts were separated from these two strange and familiar words that he felt a little better.
"Heart." Wright covered his head with his left hand and beat him with his right hand a few times.
"This is the restriction and identity set by the creator of the gray dream." The voice of human beings came from the mouth of the "Cubby Wolf".
"Identity? How should I... understand it? But I, am I still wearing a bathrobe? I just lit the oil lamp and entered here for no reason. I haven't changed my clothes yet..." Wright glanced at his body in horror.
"The windbreaker? It turned out to be the windbreaker with a hoodie? This time I entered the dream of gray passively, someone changed my clothes in advance. I thought about it carefully and it was terrible. If it weren't for my own reasons, it might be related to the identity of the wolf in front of me. I remember that the "Mechanic Spirit" also mentioned the appearance when I first entered." Laite breathed a sigh of relief and thought.
He did not continue to worry about this meaningless problem, and then looked up at the broken, blood-covered and scar-like body of the giant cat.
"Identity? What is the identity in the dream of gray?" Wright looked straight ahead and asked a key question.
"Profession."
"Profession?"
"Originally it was a popular word. As long as you are a smart creature and can integrate into human society to survive, you will have corresponding professions. For example, warriors, scholars, etc. This is the content stipulated by imperial laws. If you are exposed to magic and extraordinary, professions will become the absolute content of your fighting style and strength." "The Young Wolf" explained.
"I understand this, but how much does it have to do with the Grey Dream?" Wright puzzled.
"Mid-level professions cannot remember the words of all upper-level professions in their dreams. They will quickly forget everything after they wake up, just like a real dream. But you and I are different. I am the [sacrificer] and have been tested by the order of cards. The same is true for you. I smell the smell of [order] in you. This thing is really rare, and those who choose this profession will fall into endless pain and struggle. They are kings, which is right, but they will always bear endless loneliness and even become enemies of the so-called "decent" people. They must fight against all the current twisted orders to build a new order. I believe that the people around you will not tell you this. Under the changes in history, they will only remember the rare and precious, but forget the responsibility and the future." The voice of the "twolf" exudes a beast-like depression.
"It's true. There are Natasha and Kayas who want to kidnap me to join the Hope Church, there are Aaron who wants to make friends with me, and even Ato who forcibly touches my strength. In short, I am driven, restrained, entangled by fate, and always passive. Maybe I have to wait until I touch the "inspiration" to truly enter the path of becoming a god." Wright sighed, his eyes looking up unconsciously.
The common sun hanging high in the gray sky is not a dim or orange-red sun, but is between the two, but it does not bring any light and warm feeling.
It was a little dark, like a glowing tomato!
"Humans cannot drive fate, but they will be driven by fate. This is also an inspiration for creating a gray dream god. If different professions communicate based on their own strength, experience and appearance constructed by the gods they believe in, can they avoid the guidance of fate and truly speak freely? Just like you, wearing a black hoodie and windbreaker, you are like a 'ghost' who is good at hiding yourself, and I am the [sacrificer] and 'wolf' of the Lone Wolf Club, so here I can temporarily escape from pain with the body of the beast." The tone of the "wolf" is mixed with a hint of sadness.
"Did we... hiss... we've seen it?" Wright forced himself to resist the bursting feeling of his brain and guessed.
"That time in the Battle of Kofu, I fought against Yato first. Then you saved me. But unfortunately, I was taken away by the Chekavsk Legion and fell into such a painful situation now. My elder brother, Pusev, the leader of the "Lone Wolf Club", could not interfere with the decision of the empire. He was swept away by both forces, and I am now treated as an experimental subject." The tone of "The Young Wolf" was mixed with a hint of hoarseness caused by pain.
"Are you the kid who is entangled in coma by Alto?" Wright said in shock.
Suddenly, the exploding feeling lingering around his brain disappeared instantly, including the hazy feeling that was as if he was covered in gauze when he first entered the gray dream.
He suddenly felt a hint of transparency, and a clear feeling that seemed to be finally awake after falling into a long sleep.
"But Bret told me, isn't Alto dead? Although he just fled the war zone after being defeated by me, he then triggered the sub-level MB-079 Heavenly Punishment Fire and died with thousands of imperial troops." Wright recalled.
"Not." "The young wolf" shook his head.
"Although I have been in a dim underground factory and a scattered tube-filled culture device during this period, I still vaguely heard some information." "The Wolf Cuckold" explained.
“Some information?”
"Ato was not dead. Although the fire of the second-level Heavenly Punishment pierced the protection of his body like crocodile scales, his brain and heart were perfectly preserved. A [slaughter] and his students were using the transplant technology of creatures to restore him. Believe me, no matter what it is, except for the gods, as long as someone suffers such serious damage, it will inevitably be impossible to retain any consciousness. It is nothing more than a splicing body of meat, which is transformed into a machine in charge of killing at most. Do you know why humans are called humans?" asked the "wolf young".
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You can use tools, produce tools, and have the ability to transform nature." Wright used the standard answer in the previous world textbook.
"Because of wisdom and inspiration." "The young wolf" added, shook his head.
"Different understanding?" Wright paced back and forth with his chin.
"This is the difference between steam and magic. Steam defines a man as an extremely close machine, but only forgets that man is a creature with wisdom and emotion. Magic pays too much attention to sensibility, emphasizing meditation and enlightenment. But I want to tell you that the possession of those who touch magic is called the product of life aura. Although the steam world has always denied its existence, it does support the key to the life aura that touches magic. The lack of the body will lead to the leakage of life aura, and too many sacrifices will also be the same. This can also explain that many people who use the power of magic or contact with extraordinary people will fall into madness. It is the exhaustion of the life aura that supports their bodies. In other words,"
"I guess." Wright interrupted:
"Ato's body has actually become an empty shell. Even if he has strong vitality and barely survived, he can only become a tool used by the Tengin Sect and the Hope Church above it to fight us. A powerful, emotionally-free killing machine is indeed the most suitable weapon." Wright smiled bitterly.
"So I want to ask you to save me. The dream of gray has been forgotten by humans for too long. The era of magic has fallen into a desperate situation. After the opening of the New Yuan, people gradually changed from exploring mystery to a desire for survival. There are no other humans who can enter here except you and that robot. Mr. 'Echoer', I am very scared."
"Fear?" Wright felt a cold breath flashing across his back, as if he was at the top of an incandescent ice field.
"I'm afraid to be transformed into a monster with muscles and legs replaced by tentacles. There is also the one with a human appearance, but nothing but singing will be crazy. I am the [Sacrificer], and my elder brother is the [Guardian]. My elder brother was only briefly threatened by Evante. He knew what the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan' means, and also knew the horror plan of the Sogra Blood Night Ritual. But the life and death of our psychics are in the mind of Evante's madman. If you are willing to save me, aren't you [Order]? You should want to be the king, right? My elder brother and I will help you until your power is truly revealed." "The Wolf Cuckoo" put forward an indescribable tempting condition.
"King? The existence of the Pope? Explore the existence of the gods' ending wasteland? If there is a helper..." A crown flashed through Wright's mind that he had never seen before.
There is also a throne made of black iron, and a majestic and splendid golden palace behind it.
There are even countless guards with guns and ammunitions guarding the existence of the "king".
However, immediately afterwards, countless tentacles intertwined with scarlet and darkness came from all directions, and the viscous and fishy smell quickly enveloped his whole body, causing him to temporarily fall into a state of lack of oxygen...
"Opportunities and challenges?" Wright said indifferently, his eyes falling into a brief hollow.
"Mr. 'Echoer', I know you have some concerns, but do you really know what the [Sacrificer] plus [Guardian] means?" The tone of the "Little Wolf" began to become tempting, and Wright felt like he was listening to a demon with black wings "sentiating step by step".
"I wish to hear it carefully." Wright took a deep breath, and an ancient idiom that belonged to the Guzhni Empire's language popped out of his mouth.
It seems that before he traveled through time, Wright was not a guard soldier who could not learn history well. He may often be exposed to many knowledge in the fields of history, philosophy and culture.
"Aowoo!"
A soaring wolf howl interrupted Wright's self-deprecation.
Immediately afterwards, the "twolf" in front of him suddenly shook violently, contracted his limbs covered with black hair, jumped and landed on the hexagram pattern depicted by the huge dark blue lines in the center of the altar, and crawled and said:
Chapter completed!