April 15th, 527th year of the New Lunar Calendar.
Zine Empire, Old Uko Province, Donusk District B Camp Military Station.
Stayed up all night.
After tossing and turning all night on a wooden bed covered with a simple army-green mattress full of holes and patches, Laite felt sleepy with the chaotic "bang bang" beating of his heart until the hands of the old watch pointed to five o'clock in the morning. I reluctantly fell asleep with the pain in my head and my head that kept pace with my heartbeat.
Until the silence around him changed from the exclusive silence at night to the messy footsteps of officers and [soldiers] in the morning military camp, loudly and urgently discussing the current war situation, and he suddenly woke up with the pain in his lower abdomen.
"The Ronin Begins with Douluo"
"Yesterday's dream, yesterday's dream." Laite rubbed his sleepy eyes, his head shaking constantly, trying to seize the rare "absolutely awake" moment when the morning came, and swaying, he put the same military green thin The quilt was pulled back and he yawned.
"Destruction and...rebirth, if you try to challenge the darkness and reconstruct order, you have to abandon a little bit of the human part. Abandon rationality...abandon humanity, let confusion and cruelty accompany you, and become a god in the new world?"
Laite spent the whole night thinking about the dream he had while sitting in the jeep. Although it was mentioned in Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams" that he had read in the previous world, the general meaning was:
The content of dreams during the day and night may be the subtle impression left by something seen, heard, or perceived at an inadvertent moment.
Then it transforms into a distorted and misplaced image in front of you in the dream.
But it has only been more than a month since I came to this fantasy and treacherous wasteland world, but such messy, clueless, and even bizarre dreams have happened no less than five or six times.
In the previous world, I was nothing more than an online writer who wrote millions of words and was still popular, a "small town student" who was addicted to "composing questions". To be exposed to mysterious and extraordinary things, the most he could do was read a few books. Grammar books.
But even so, these messy and complex intentions cannot correspond to anything in his memory. In this case, it can only be explained as the memory of Laite's body.
Perhaps before he traveled through time, before Laite's body was suspected of committing suicide by shooting himself in the chest with a "Wild Bear" pistol, he not only underwent a "mechanical singing" ritual in the Lost Swamp, but he was also likely to have come into contact with even weirder products before. , I just don’t know if it’s related to sequential monsters or sequential gods.
Thinking of this, Laite suddenly walked towards the window sill of the small bedroom and opened a corner of the curtain, allowing the half-incandescent and half-golden light of the morning sun to pour into the room.
The bright brilliance is like a thick layer of soft silk placed on the old marble floor, which is incompatible with this room, this "military building", this empire, and even this wasteland world.
Looking out the window, more and more people are walking through the office area of the camp in Area B. Most of them are Empire [soldiers] wearing military green uniforms, and some are members of the guards from all over the country wearing silver-white uniforms or silver-white battle uniforms. Of course , a small number of them are gentlemen wearing suits, tuxedos, and dark black dresses, and a very small number of them are "human beings" who look like workers in a steampunk style.
Seeing this, he subconsciously thought of his own time travel and that fantastic "wonderful" dream, and rubbed his elastic, barely strong left chest and heart area.
Immediately afterwards, he muttered the ancient language of the Netian Empire to perform the spirit union.
Suddenly, on his right wrist, which had been influenced by the "Bracelet of Speech", and covered with strange tattoos, a simple outline of red light that was not obvious under the brilliance of the morning light gradually appeared. flames, and a more indifferent blue shimmer.
They shine invisibly, jumping and dancing like a collection of fireflies, fearing that they will be harmed in this wasteland world full of darkness and killing, and then disappear in some terrifying long night.
After staring at the sun's rays for three seconds, Laite lowered his head and sighed, his mind began to settle down, and he regained his composure from the sadness and slight pain.
After closing the curtains again, he suddenly turned around and saw the radiant green eyes of a wolf-like animal shining in the dark room. He staggered in fright and almost fell down near the window.
"Feng... Feng, don't scare me. I didn't sleep well all night." Laite rubbed his chest and complained.
"Brother Laite, I didn't fall asleep either. Before I left the 'Wuxin Village', my grandfather specifically told me to go to the Silent Highlands after going to the human town. He said that there is a secret that belongs to me here. , can better allow me to understand the true meaning of life. I didn't tell you this yesterday, after all, I was also thinking about the specific meaning of this matter. But last night in bed, I had a new understanding." Feng Yong said sharply and high said the voice.
"What...enlightenment?" Laite became interested.
"I don't know if it's an illusion or a guidance. After all, uncle Keton said that after climbing over this mountain, we will officially reach the range of Silent Highlands. I tossed and turned in bed, and I could always hear the sound of mechanical gears running, and the sound of mechanical gears. The clattering sound produced by the assembly was like the sound I saw many Imperial soldiers making when playing with their firearms.”
"I didn't hear it. Maybe, I mean maybe, this may be a guide or a hint to prove that your behavior in coming here is correct. I brought you here so that you can get something new." 'Inspiration'." Laite smiled and stroked Feng's hair, as if petting a cat.
"Not only that, I also heard a very strange girl's voice, which kept saying to me 'find me', 'find me'. You know, Brother Laite, the lost and semi-lost often hear it in their hearts We are accustomed to many strange sounds. After all, the magic source power is the most glorious and dazzling product in the nightmare of the Creator, so it can often communicate with devils and gods, but the sound I heard this time is very unusual." Fengdu He was mumbling and his eyes were hiding something, as if he was afraid.
But judging from his expression, he seemed to be expecting something.
"The voice is... unusual. How is it different from our normal speech?" Laite asked directly.
"We usually speak coherently, especially when we read words normally, and sometimes it seems like we are singing poetry. Grandpa once said that some people from Ewent and people from the Central Empire speak in a shorter voice. Due to cultural influence, there will be an extremely short pause between each word, which makes it sound more sonorous and powerful."
"But the girl's voice I heard was very coherent, but very soft. Every word was spoken in the softest tone, and there was no emotional fluctuation or any cadence. There was even a little echo. Like an echo within a limited range, not a long echo in an empty valley."
Feng tried his best to interpret it from his knowledge, but to Laite, the explanation of the sound couldn't be more obvious.
He held his chin slightly and pretended to think, and after pacing back and forth for a few minutes, he sighed slightly, sat back on the wooden bed, thought about it for a while, and still did not choose to deceive Feng, a young and semi-lost person.
"It's a mechanical body."
"What? Brother Laite, can you explain it in more detail? I don't quite understand." Feng said with a confused look on his face.
"If we use what Moros told me and the conclusions of some scientific research in Old Crusted to describe it, it is the exclusive voice of the robot. The information that has been learned now is that there is a sequential god in the Silent Highlands, who is the 'Machine The daughter of Yuan'.
Now, whether it is the empire or the three major churches of the Lost, they are all staring at this god. There is also the Socra Committee. Their 'Blood Night Ritual' and 'Lalaya's Dream' both require the power of gods. "
"It doesn't hurt to tell you. As a lost person, you should be able to sense the aura on my body. Yes, there are some secrets on my body that I cannot understand and have no way of finding out. So I am going to explore the gods and get her guidance.
Of course, I guessed that the Socratic Committee would definitely assign me tasks related to the gods. Otherwise, my arrival in the Silent Highlands would be meaningless to them other than to participate in the war. "Lite explained.
"In that case, I accept the guidance of the gods. Maybe this is the 'destiny' that grandpa said. From meeting you, my brother, to seeing the meteorite he saw when he looked up the history book, to listening to it last night, It seems that brother, I really need to follow you to explore and experience in the highlands. From now on, I will be your partner, your... teammate."
Feng said, tilting his head and showing a loving smile, extending his right hand and making a friendly gesture.
"Of course, we are partners." Laite grabbed Feng's still immature hand and smiled.
…
A few minutes later, Keton, who "greeted" them yesterday, knocked on the wooden door of the bedroom next to the "Strategic Command Branch Office", where Te Hefeng temporarily rested.
After getting permission to push open the wooden door, Keton said to Laite and Feng with an unusually energetic expression:
"Are you resting well? Mr. Laite. The middle-level officer of the Sugla Guards arrived at the restaurant just now. I think you and your brother are also hungry, right? Don't worry, I will definitely give you a full meal today."
"To be honest, we didn't even get a good rest. After all, we had nightmares all night, and we traveled all the way from the Area A camp through the Donusk city ruins to get here. To be honest, the fatigue of the journey can be relieved by rest. But the battle caused The mental impact cannot be repaired quickly." Laite waved his hand and said.
"Understood, understood." Keton smiled and said:
"Many [warriors] will miss you and not be able to close their eyes all night long. However, mental influence is sometimes the basis for becoming a powerful warrior, isn't it? Human beings often burst out with their ultimate fighting power when they have a mental breakdown. , even when the body is penetrated and injured by the tentacles, claws, and teeth of the Lost One, he can persist until the end of the battle with his mental strength."
"To be honest, I have to call you sir. I am not a flattering person, but I admire you very much. You are very decisive and execute those unintentional people in front of us. And I also know that you are a superpower Otherwise, those unintentional people will not succumb to your pressure and linger in the same place without daring to move forward."
"Speaking of the sir's question, there is one thing I don't understand. Mr. Cotton, if you don't tell me, I might not be able to sleep tonight." Laite smiled lightly and asked in a classic Western tone. .
"Tell me about it?" Keton asked curiously.
"I remember that the strategic regiments led by local committees were the core department in every city, town, and camp. In addition to the 'military office' that commanded front-line operations, the 'security office' under it was also the 'security office'. The security team is a very important organization.
As far as Socra is concerned, the status of its members will not be very low, especially in terms of power. As an inspector of the 'Security Force', why are you ranked below me? Of course, I don't mean to be sarcastic, I'm just curious. " Laite asked in a normal tone as much as possible. After all, this was a somewhat "special" question.
But knowing this matter, if you are lucky enough to be able to return to Socra after the "Silence's Advent" battle, you can save yourself some obvious troubles.
After all, if he could use his rank to suppress the "security teams" who might have been spying on him, he would probably be able to avoid being caught even if he was eating hot pot.
"You know, Mr. Lite." Cotton sighed, his expression slightly ugly.
After a long while, he explained quietly in a deep voice:
"Low status, high power, this is the normal situation of 'security teams' everywhere. After all, the 'security teams' and the [soldiers] on the front line have the same role, both are to protect human beings. It is the same as the 'military station' , belongs to the real power department, so the rank cannot be raised too high, otherwise it may threaten the power of committees across the empire and even the royal family."
"It is normal for greater status and real power to be matched with lower rank and treatment. Mr. Laite, if you are lucky enough to hold some civilian positions, I believe you will have more feelings."
"I do know a battlefield inspector. He is a civilian. He has served as a non-staff member for fifteen years and became a full-time officer some time ago. It seems that such a design does have some political considerations in the empire." Laite agreed.
"Can I take the liberty to ask, where does that non-staff member work now?" Keton thought of himself and asked curiously.
"In..." Laite's mouth moved, but he stopped talking.
In front of him seemed to shine the huge body of the "Hope" sandworm, as well as the dark powder flying messily in the air.
After a long time, filled with pain and depression, he answered in a deep voice:
"With the Lord, with the gods of old. Perhaps, based on what he has done, he should have gone to serve in the Kingdom of Heaven."
"I'm sorry." Keton quickly apologized:
"But the sacrifice of every imperial soldier is worthy of respect and worth remembering."
After speaking, he took off his black uniform hat and bowed.
