Wright suddenly felt like he was trapped in a familiar dream again.
At first there was an endless fog shrouding around him, revealing an endless gray aura.
It was not until Wright slightly opened his black gloves with half fingers, and his right hand, which had a few calluses on his fingertips, unconsciously fiddled with the fog that made people feel the double emotions of intoxication and fear gradually dissipated.
He felt his legs be manipulated like a puppet, and he unconsciously walked slowly towards the world beyond the fog.
The sky was still filled with orange and dim gold in countless dreams. Wright subconsciously covered his forehead and looked up.
The sun hangs like a glowing tomato in the "curtain" sky covered with tomato sauce. Accompanied by it, there is also a "yellow moon" like a ripe banana with almost rotten skin. The space reflected by the sun and the moon is shining with black, like dark stars like sesame.
"Hunger? Why do I feel hungry? Am I on the verge of mutating into an unintentional person? Or are these still those dreams?" Wright looked around in a daze.
The left hand subconsciously covered his abdomen that was crying with "gugu" and felt empty as if nothing had moved.
boom!
A huge vibration sound came from the light black ground that looked like a chocolate grid. With the vibration, Wright actually felt his feet stepping towards nothingness.
He cast his eyes on the ground, and he suddenly realized that he had been suspended in the air of the dark and dim world.
"This is a dream, definitely a dream. I should still be in the city of Chekavsk. Who is that? Is the Lost? Or is the psychic attack by the psychic among the human beings? [Teducator]? Or is the upper class [Fraudster], or is the apostle of the gods?" Wright guessed.
Suddenly, the "chocolate ground" and "ketchup curtain" in front of him began to melt like steamed and turned into strips of food that emitted a crispy smell.
It was not until another thick fog hit that Wright felt the long-lost feeling of contact with the ground.
"This person who launched a mental attack on me...is still a god. What message do you want to convey?" said Lights.
The thick fog dissipated again, and Wright actually found himself in a very familiar situation.
Endless yellow sand filled his vision, and everything was like scallion oil pancakes. The withered trees at the end of the vision were like sausages added to the oil pancakes, making people salivate.
The crimson color and the yellowish yellow on the ground complement each other, turning into a strange pink. A pure white thick fog on the right hand divided the world into two distinct parts.
Looking at the junction of thick fog and pink, Letter saw faint sparks, and a black shadow walking from far to near.
"Who?" Wright felt uncomfortable and frightened, and suddenly felt that the sky and the ground were rotating uncontrollably until the feeling of falling reached its peak.
Only then did Wright suddenly wake up from the fog and crimson dream.
He slowly stood up on the bed.
"Dream? God's guidance?" Wright shook his heavy head hard and looked around.
"This is not my home? It is not Chekavsk, nor Socrates' three-story building, where is it?"
Wright looked around and the dim room was mixed with neat style, everything was brand new, including transparent glass, exquisitely carved table lamps on long glass tables, and a clean mahogany wardrobe.
Through the glass, you can actually see the neat pure black suit inside.
He stumbled out of the glass window, a dark and gloomy tone, as if he was under the huge dome of Socra.
Da da da da da!
Footsteps?
Wright took out the "Mad Bear" pistol that was pinned at his waist and leaned against the wooden door carefully carved with double-headed eagle and mechanical gear patterns.
He deliberately leaned against the wall, pulled the metallic handle with his right hand and put the bullets on it.
As the footsteps similar to leather shoes got closer, Wright pulled his hand away and fired two shots!
bump!
bump!
The bullet does not seem to hit any targets.
But the gas lights in the dim room and the corridor behind the door were suddenly turned on.
The room was suddenly filled with dusk but bright colors!
It was indeed a human figure, he was four or five meters away from Wright.
His whole body was wrapped in a dark cloak, and his body was dissolved in the pure darkness, but the glory of the light enveloped his body.
"I will introduce myself. I am Dylan Duck. The middle-grade Simen of the Hope Church. At the same time, I am also a [Fraudster], a loser who is stronger than the [Tempter]. I am very happy to know you, Mr. Wright Socrate, [Sorcerer], right? You are currently considered a psychic person recognized by the human world."
Dylan Duck said, pulling the black cloak that covered his body down and swinging backwards.
The cloak floated gracefully on the ground and turned into bats, dissipating at the end of the corridor behind Dylan.
"Hope Church? Middle Pin...Simen? I don't know how you kidnapped me here, but if you are here for revenge, I'm not afraid of you." Wright forced himself to suppress the inexplicable fear brought by the environment and said:
"I have defeated the [Dimitator] Kayas who claims to be a reader, and I am not afraid of fighting with you."
"Really." Dylan gracefully stretched out his right hand wearing white gloves and stroked his black suit hard.
Immediately afterwards, he took off the long and high hat on his head, supported the floor with a black cane with his left hand, and placed the hat on his chest with his right hand, omitting the etiquette of covering his chest with his hands, and bending down and bowing forty-five degrees:
"If I were in the real world normally, I believe that the lost person below the rank 5 will no longer be able to cause harm to you. But I am different, unlike the [Disfier] monster. In addition to mass-producing puppets, the ability of the [Deception] can also guide anyone into the dream I created. In this dream, I am the god, I am the Lord, and I am the Creator who can dominate everything."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Dylan's voice became louder and his tone became louder, like a clown performing in a circus.
It was not until the bullets of the "Mad Bear" pistol in Wright's hand whizzed past his ear and wiped half of his ear, making him feel a sense of numbness, that he led him from his semi-crazy state to awakening.
"You... Wright, the information given to me by Miyou shows that you have the acuity of guns and ultimate agility, and the aura of red magic power that transcends everything, but no one has told me your spiritual power. Why, why do you have such a powerful spiritual power? How can you not be controlled by my dream creation?" Dylan's eyes suddenly showed a look of panic, and he stared at Wright with a sluggish look.
"Who knows?" Wright smiled bitterly and lowered the "Mad Bear" pistol and said:
"Ato tried to seduce me at that time but failed. Maybe my soul was really stuffed into some gods and apostles. However, Mr. Dylan, you are also a decent person. If you really want to duel, I will always be with you, whether it is the Dunwusk ruins or the silent highland ruins in a few days. But if you just want to convey information or question me, please tell me at any time and I will listen."
Wright suddenly felt that his thinking was clear and transparent. In this dream situation, he seemed to feel the existence called "inspiration".
"Okay." Dylan instantly changed his complimentary expression and said:
"The red magic power on you really makes me curious. Yes, it is also the key to opening the gods of the quiet highlands. But it is a sufficient condition, not a necessary one. In logic, the two cannot be deduced in a straight line. Introducing you into this dream is indeed a command from the church to give me, and it is also a test for you."
"test?"
Wright looked at Dylan, who had a beard that looked like a giant wolf, with a hint of contempt on his lips.
"Cayas did invite you to join the Church of Hope, right? The price he offered was tempting at that time. Although you killed Cayas, he was a marginal figure in the church. As we all know, humans' answers in dreams rely on instinct and cannot be concealed. So, I invite you again here. Mr. Wright," Dylan twitched, licked his lips with his tongue, and said:
"As long as you are willing to be the real loser, drink the mixture of burning liquid, lost blood, dark ore powder, high-end inkflower, mint powder, and the 'Convert A-01' potion of the silent python's heart, I hope the church can give you at least 100 New Dukat a month, and in addition, the location of the middle-grade Simen will always be left to you."
"I refuse." Wright made an indescribable sound.
"Don't be anxious. Another point. The bloody night ceremony in Socra that is about to be carried out to build the "Lalaye's Dream" is still 17 days away. In fact, no matter which side wins the "Silent Arrival" battle, the "Daughter of Mechanism" will be awakened by touch. Yato activated the fire of heavenly punishment with anger, and the sub-level power can only slightly awaken Him. But the bloody smell of war will surely wake Him who is a war machine. At that time, the core part of His body will provide inexhaustible energy for Socra's ritual. It surpasses oil, coal and various fuels. If the ceremony is started, it can provide a thousand years of energy for the "Lalaye's Dream". I know," Dylan paused and said:
"You want to stop the bleeding night ceremony, but you have to obey the arrangements of the Socra Council, because you are a member of the Socra Guard. You have delivered nearly twenty years of life to humans, but you will always get countless tasks, right? Just like those tireless workers, the value generated by hard work is recklessly picked. So, you want to be the lost, right?"
"Don't want to." Wright's answer was firm:
"I am always a human being. I have friends and people worthy of protection, so I cannot go to the hostile camp. If you want to convey some important information to me, please. If you still want to lure me to the enemy, then I can only wait for the magic power used to "build a spirit" in your body to exhaust and automatically send me away."
"This is your truth." A hint of disappointment flashed across Dylan's face, and then he said half a step forward:
"Actually, I also have an old friend. Although I lost my memory because of the curse of the Lord of Machinery, he is also exploring the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan'. He is a mechanical body, but he always wants to be a human. So he has been waiting for the guidance of the gods. His name is Luo Nai, and he has a powerful existence of 'Light of Mechanical Yuan'."
"Mechanical...Mechanical Spirit? I'm inexplicably familiar." The blue-eyed robot I met in the first time in the gray dream flashed through Wright's mind.
"Yes, that belongs to light, but it is not the powerful force of the light-based magic power. Before boarding the train with you, I used the tarot card to conduct an interesting divination for you two people who have different paths and the same fate. The conclusion I came to was 'lovers', isn't it interesting?" Dylan's mouth showed an indescribable smile.
"Interesting... boring." Wright complained.
If the "Mechanical Spirit" is Luo Nai, the name composition should be a man, and his orientation has always been normal. In the previous world, this world is no exception.
"Born? No, funny, wait." Dylan quickly stepped forward a few steps, approached Wright, sniffed the smell on his body, and said:
"The breath of dragon, indeed, your power is mixed with the breath of dragon. The information given to us by Natasha and Ato before death showed that you are the owner of the Red Magic Source Power, but this power must not have the breath of dragon, only the smell of machinery. Unfortunately, their reports were written in the middle language, which is a language that you and I are familiar with, and are used to build spirits. We deciphered it too late, and the empire only left us fifteen days to prepare."
"Get out of here, get too close." Wright said angrily with a "Mad Bear" pistol against Dylan's head.
"Okay, OK." Dylan agreed with a hint of masculine charm:
"What does the dragon galloping on the continent in the first era mean by yourself. However, there must be some kind of connection between Luo Nai and you. I can understand that you don't want to be the loser. After all, the heart will become a mechanical existence filled with burning fluid, and it will never be able to become a human again. The superpowers have magic and extraordinary power, but the blood and heart in the body are not affected. It is just that the remaining burning fluid will impact the thinking at any time. This is your best identity now."
"What do you want to explain?" Wright asked sternly.
"Don't worry, relax." Dylan's voice softened:
"I just want to remind you that stopping the bloody night ritual is not only the purpose of you and our hope for the church, but also the purpose of Ivante, the prince of the Shrine Empire. He just imprisoned Vladimisky, the leader of the blood clan who was heading to the city of Sogra. We have a common goal. Also, I am also on this train called "Eternal Movement" that transports the imperial soldiers. If we encounter the "site hunter" who wanders around the city ruins and humans and the lost, maybe we can still fight side by side?"
Dylan took two steps back, took out the pure black cane in his left hand, pointed to the bright gas lamp around him and said:
"I hope the church people are decent gentlemen. Our upper classes will dress up very well. If we cannot meet in Dunusk, perhaps the lake where Vitas gathers will reunite you and me, and the air-like water flow is the temple where the gods are held."
He tapped the gas lamp with his cane, and the room suddenly returned to its endless darkness.
Immediately afterwards, after a mess of whispers and the whiteness of endless fog, Wright gasped and suddenly woke up from the nightmare, looking up at the world that was gradually becoming noisy.
The sound of the "bang-boom" friction between the train and the rails came into his ears. He shook his head vigorously, climbed up from the metal table with iron color and looked around.
The soldier in the army green imperial uniform sat in the train seat and talked excitedly. Bret, wearing the silver-white guard uniform in front of him, was lying on his seat like a white bear.
Molos, who was also wearing an army uniform on his left, and with a thin metal sheet printed with the brand new "Socra Extraordinary Investigation Team" and "Battlefield Observer" on his chest, was reading intently, holding a book inlaid with golden lace.
He turned his head and looked out of the train.
The "YongDong" train is driving near the ruins of the old city of Chekavsk. The clear blue sky replaces the industrial city with rich blackness.
The undulating mountains in the distance came into his eyes, and there were green objects under the clouds.
Chapter completed!