"This is your power, Mr. Echoer, you are really amazing." "Young Wolf" let out an excited howl from its throat.
To Laite, it sounded like it had been processed by a tape recorder, but it was more like a child's voice superimposed on a beast's voice.
Humans have human voices, and beasts have beast voices. When one voice appears in another body, everything becomes weird.
"Attack." Laite prayed in his heart and tried to command the "Touch of Darkness" behind him to launch an attack.
This was an ability that he suddenly awakened during the duel with Kayas, and he had never actively tried to use it.
puff!
A dull sound came from in front of Lite, and the sharp teeth of "Young Wolf" actually bit the part of "Touch of Darkness" that resembled a "scepter" pattern from the side.
Laite hurriedly tried to twist his tentacles and smash them down.
During the brief game between the "young wolf" and the tentacles, Laite quickly took a few steps back and opened a relatively safe distance from the "young wolf".
After tearing off a piece of petal-shaped tissue with a rancid smell, the "young wolf" also jumped back suddenly and stopped at the edge of the altar, where the iris flower was carved.
"Spit up." The "young wolf" spit out the pure black tissue in his mouth that can cause gastric acid to rise up, and gradually becomes sticky, and said in a jealous and cheerful tone like a teenager:
"Mr. 'Echoer', this is the powerful power contained in your body. The 'Touch of Darkness', the eldest brother said that when he was a child, he was lucky enough to come into contact with it in the Darkness Forest in the northern suburbs of Zhnetsk. If it hadn't been for him Born to be a superpower, a human with mid-level professional abilities at that time, I am afraid that he would be immediately entangled in mystery and fall into endless madness. In fact, until now, he still occasionally has nightmares of pitch black and scarlet gates. I woke up with a start. That day when I was wrapped in tentacles and lying on the ground waiting for death to come, I felt the extraordinary breath in your body. 'Mr. Echoer'."
"Gene Era"
"Indeed." Laite nodded slightly and admitted generously:
"This power does exist in my body, and there are many powers that I can't detect and understand that are lingering around me. If this power can be put into battle perfectly, I think the mission of saving you will become possible."
"Hahaha." "Young Wolf" smiled helplessly:
"Brother is right. Our universe is an eternal nightmare of the Creator. Those who seek strength are trapped in a weak predicament, while those who are confused have the power to change the situation. That day, I felt that I was about to fall into a coma during the brief period of extreme clarity. In addition to the 'Touch of Darkness' hidden in your body, there is also a power from the Crusad Empire. It surpasses the power of magic and is even close to a demigod. When I was running away from pain, I met you. .Since you, Mr. 'Echoer', have promised to help me escape from pain, then please be sure to remember a riddle."
"Riddle?" Laite suddenly felt a pain in his head. He couldn't describe it, but he could only feel it was an indescribable pain, an indescribable pain.
"Yes, as long as you touch the power that is forming in your body and use it to call me, no matter what I become, as long as there is a ray of soul, I can be awakened by you. Please remember."
"Okay." Laite nodded solemnly, and listened carefully while taking the "Touch of Darkness" back into his body as much as possible.
"The arrogant wolves will not lower their proud heads. The red moon is a symbol of eternal strength." There was a hint of sadness in the tone of "Young Wolf".
"The arrogant wolves will not lower their proud heads. The red moon is a symbol of eternal strength. Remember it."
"Mr. Echoer."
The "young wolf" struggled and shook its body again, contracting the muscles of its limbs.
He stepped on the part carved with iris flowers, jumped up in front of Laite, and landed in the center of the six-pointed star in the middle of the altar under the dim sun that reflected his perfect and strong body.
"Ouch!"
He roared again, roaring with excitement.
"If I can be saved by someone who is also an upper-class professional, as a [Sacrifice], I will also be your loyal younger brother. My eldest brother [Guardian] Pusev promised me in the dream of spiritual union, as long as Someone can get him out of the control of the Imperial Crown Prince Yin Fante, and he is willing to transfer control of the 'Lone Wolf Society'. This will be a tempting deal."
"It's really tempting." Laite's tone unconsciously trembled with excitement.
"But, Mr. Echoer, we're still a little short of that." "Young Wolf" suddenly made a devilishly deep voice.
The fiery red sun in front of him was suddenly shrouded in endless black mist, and the white abyss not far away was quickly mixed with tiny particles of pure black.
The six-pointed star, iris flowers and altar guardrail in front of me began to change from being shrouded in gray to twisted existence.
Under the twinkling light of stars like the night sky, everything in front of Laite became a dark and twisted existence.
"Please remember what I look like now, this will be the key to my salvation. I may be forced to follow the empire to the Silent Highlands, but as long as we meet under the care of the goddess of fate, please don't forget the promise in the gray. "Young Wolf" roared eagerly.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly jumped forward, opened his wolf's mouth filled with the smell of blood and dead things, and had two white fangs, and suddenly attacked Laite's body.
Laite subconsciously stretched out his right hand to shield himself, and the sharp fangs pierced directly into his arm, causing him to feel a pain that penetrated deep into his bones and soul.
The pure black fog in front of him instantly dispersed a little, and a picture poured into his eyes.
In the underground area where light and darkness intersect, there are all kinds of green metal incubators. The ground is flowing with scarlet blood and green filth. The metal tray in the trolley on the side contains the heart of the unintentional person and the condensed liquid. lumps, and the mutilated limbs of countless kinds of animals.
In the incubator directly in front of him was a boy who had half of his body transformed into a beast.
There are a few brown spots on his fair face caused by corrosion from the burning liquid. In addition to the earthy color that has been eroded by wind and sand for a long time, there is still a bit of tenderness and childishness.
Half of a cyan fang is extending out from the corner of his mouth, slightly rotten, and his body is pure, without any modifications.
But his lower body was covered in canine fur. The slightly twisted and swollen lower body muscles made the hair look a little redundant, and a wolf's tail was hanging down.
Laite looked up again. It seemed that a piece of the boy's ear had been cut open, and a piece of metal machinery glowing with red light was placed at the incision.
"Is this the transformed lone wolf boy 'Young Wolf'? Cruel!" Laite said angrily.
Immediately afterwards, the picture in front of him began to become distorted together with the surrounding environment. Under the impact of a severe dizziness and nausea with rising stomach acid, he felt as if he was riding a roller coaster or experiencing... An unprecedented earthquake.
After these feelings and the murmurs and the sound of mechanical gears filling his ears completely dissipated, he suddenly woke up from the short mahogany table with a feeling of falling.
After feeling awake, Laite looked around. He was still in Room 7057 of the Chekavsk Military Administration where he was just before he was forced to enter the gray dream.
Clean and tidy layout, beds with weird patterns, gas lamps hanging on the walls, glass desks, the red leather bench where he is sitting, the short mahogany table supported by his hands, and the coppery color given by Aaron. The dark yellow metal box pointed him back to reality.
After stumbling "climbing" to the bright glass window, Laite quickly opened the window, taking advantage of the cool breeze outside the window, staring at the endless dark night sky of Chekavsk, Laite finally felt like he was in the wasteland world. sense of reality.
After fully waking up, Laite shook his head vigorously, closed the window again, stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet and returned to the mahogany short table.
"It seems that MB-101: The Oil Lamp of Hope has plunged you into a wonderful dream, Laite." The red-faced Hain held a long tail made of red lines, emerged from Laite's neck, and floated to his before.
"This...sequential monster...maybe it is a noble of the old Crusted Empire, or a poor person? No, it must be a prop used by the nobles to enter the gray dream. But I have been able to use the power of the red magic source to create A spirit can enter the Gray Dream at any time without the need for emblems or props. In this case, does this monster still have any value?" Laite asked an extremely realistic question.
"Of course not. My Laite. Really valuable things will require you to pay a corresponding price to get them. Now it is meaningless for you to struggle with these monsters. Although I was restricted just now and could not follow you in. , but I can feel that you have received guidance that is beneficial to you." The red-faced Haien used his red tail to float above the oil lamp, prompting Laite:
"Your task now is not to deal with monsters, but your future."
"My future is indeed an interesting topic." Laite forced out a smile, trying to alleviate the distortion and discomfort left in the gray dream just now.
"Follow the big man's arrangement and go to Donusk and Silent Highlands. I believe that after being exposed to several battles, you will be more mature in using your power. Then follow the guidance of dreams and the lost to find gods. Trust me, I will wait for you. The moment you truly touch God, I can feel that all the fog will be dispelled. At the same time, the core of inspiration that can advance you to sequence level 6 will come to you. Maybe you really are the savior. Maybe it exists."
"Being the savior of the [Order]? Interesting."
Laite laughed at himself. He subconsciously reached out to pick up the "oil lamp of hope" and put it back into the metal box.
But just when his slightly calloused fingertips touched the oil lamp, the sound of metal breaking suddenly came from the small copper base.
"Kacha."
The oil lamp suddenly began to shatter from the bottom. In Laite's view, it was not shattered in the physical sense, but shattered in the spatial level.
When he pursed his lips and reached out to try to pick up the fragments, a golden light flashed, and "MB-101: Lamp of Hope" suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
"It seems that it has completed its mission." Laite joked.
He subconsciously turned around and looked at the originally dark night sky outside the window. At some point, a light of morning light was rising slightly from a corner in the southeast.
That was the light of dawn. Laite knew that the long night was gradually fading away, and dawn was quietly descending on this noisy wasteland world.
