It’s 3:30 in the morning on March 13, 557th year of the New Lunar Calendar.
Cruz de Federation, Binglin Province, Xinfeng Town, New District in the center of the town, Charles XII Square.
"By the way, do you believe in gods, Wulfya?" Molun rubbed his hands together, exhaled under the last bit of cold wind that belonged to Crusted, and asked curiously in a slightly trembling voice.
It is late at night, and there are still three hours before residents here can see the first ray of morning light on the horizon. In six hours, a series of important activities belonging to the "Wind Spring Festival" will begin.
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong and not leave an unpleasant experience for the few big shots coming from the capital, Molun had to call in a few small buildings that had been used to repair the damage caused to the administrative center building by "Future" and "Wind Mine" in the past few days. The tower crane is used to perform the final reinforcement of the huge ancient statue in front of you.
Under the light of several temporarily modified large searchlights, the various scars on Molun's face seemed to have escaped into the mysterious realm of holiness and darkness, showing a bloodless paleness in the abnormally bright and gloomy environment.
But his comrades-in-arms Wulfya and Darkin who were standing next to him were enveloped in mostly dark illusions, and seemed quite normal in the dark night.
After witnessing that the last corner of the huge statue's head was completely repaired, Wulfya put out the cigarette made of "mixed night scented plants" in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he patted Morun's shoulder with his big hand and spoke with a voice as thick as a rock. replied:
"To be honest, from the bottom of my heart, I don't believe in these messy things. As for my attitude towards God, I hope she exists. I can also use this to comfort those who have a mental breakdown, but I will never do it for So crazy."
"A rational...atheist?" Molun tilted his head and smiled in affirmation and approval:
"Indeed, pure humans like you are rare anymore. This problem actually not only troubles those of us in the wasteland era, but also drives the clergy of the human era and the steam era into insanity.
"To be honest, in my short life of thirty or forty years, I have never seen a god, not even a sane person who claims to have seen a god.
"If they really exist, either upholding compassion and mercy, or supporters of chaos and cruelty, then they will either listen to the prayers of believers and appear, or they will come out of the human subconscious and appear as truly embodied entities. Before us, save us and end this senseless war that has lasted for hundreds of years.
"But so far, I still don't know when the war will end, and where the killing and death will completely end. We Crusted have indeed mastered the offensive methods that can achieve decisive victory on local battlefields, but seeing that long wisp of The dawn in the night is still a luxury hope."
"What's wrong, my brother Morun, why are you so pessimistic all of a sudden? Are you scared by the two "Master" boys a few days ago? Ha ha! "Wulfya suddenly patted Molun's back, then breathed a sigh of relief, stopped smiling and said:
"However, in my opinion, if gods really exist, then my attitude may be closer to the Khitanris. In the cultural history of the East, the sequential gods they added are mostly great humans with strength and morality. , they do not raise idle gods, and if their needs and prayers are not answered, they will turn to new gods until their wishes are fulfilled.
"Even if...gods really exist, I prefer to believe that they are humanoid or non-humanoid creatures that condense the energy of the Creator, nature or the universe. They are indeed powerful and extraordinary enough, but they are not mysterious or scary.
"The mission of the Federation [Fighters] is to fight, and the mission of our generation of humans is to restore order and usher in what Vasily calls the "Reset Era." "
"Just like what is said in "Call of the Wind": "Take your heart as your life, use your feet to travel eternity, and become a god by yourself."? "Molen asked.
Seeing that Wovya did not answer with words, but nodded firmly, Molun showed a rare understanding smile, and then, he took a few steps back, pulling Wovya and Dak to look up at the light. The huge illuminated statue introduced:
"Look, the one on the far left is the demigod [prophet] Wendis who created "Call of the Wind". As a demigod, she really knows how to give...
Give believers a way of hope. Her statue is not as sacred and inhuman as the statues made for the Lord and her slaves in the church, nor is it as terrifying as those weird and twisted people made for the old gods. No matter who looks at it, Wendys The statues are all of an ordinary, cute, sunny and cheerful boy with a sweet smile. "
"Indeed." Wulfya nodded and said:
"And in my opinion, she was not portrayed as a nobleman of the Crusted court in gorgeous clothes, but rather a simple and happy young man playing in the countryside. I guess this may contain a hidden message that the builder of the statue wanted to convey. .”
"Ordinary, primitive, as free as the wind?" Duck interjected, standing behind the two of them, looking up at the sculpture.
"That's right, and compared with the tall, decent, dignified statue of Charles XII next to it and our warrior, the strong and brave Winguts, they are put together more like to neutralize the killing atmosphere of the war years." Mollen further explained:
"By the way, the original sculptures have actually been contaminated by the so-called gods, monsters and extraordinary powers of the past, and have been contaminated by the burning fluid of the "Heartless Man" over the past few hundred years. They are no longer suitable for display. The ones in the square that were shown to the big shots and Patriarch Onufu were all one-to-one replicas of the finished products. "
"Why?" Wulfya and Dak asked simultaneously:
"The original sculpture has a kind of magical power that makes people forget. It may be a magnetic field, or it may be a simple magic power skill. In short, anyone who is close to the sculpture will gradually forget the things from the present to the past. Only Leave there to recover slowly.
"Under these conditions, even if you wear a lead metal shell and use a crane to operate remotely, you cannot worship in the ceremony of "praying to the wind," which people here simply call "wind prayer." The most important thing in the "Spring of Winds" festival is to pray to demigods, warriors and old emperors, and kiss their ankles in exchange for good wishes. Like you guys, especially Dak. "Molen explained, turned around and put his arm around Dak's shoulders, and continued:
"You have to go north to find the gods related to "Plamini" and the "Echoer" who is called the evil god by "Wind Mine". I think you are not her believer, nor are you trying to see the gods in exchange for powerful power, but It’s for a better future, an agreement, and an answer that belongs to you, right?
"As for the deeper answers related to the times, or the debate on the "evolution platform", I think you can definitely see how things develop first. I still stick to my argument. I think Master Vasily is not wrong, and the restart of the "Universal Energy Evolution Platform" is not wrong either.
"The end of the wasteland world, the reconstruction of order and the beginning of a new era require continuous sacrifices. Even if he ends up becoming a devil in people's mouth, as long as the restart era comes, we will use the power of the sun to make potions or instruments to purify Wuxin." "human virus", then everything we do for the future is worth it. "
"The future?" Dak looked up at the starry night sky and said with a smile:
"Indeed, it is for a future, a promise and an "answer related to alien monsters". "
"By the way, Morun." Wofya interrupted Dark's imagination and Morun's emotion, opened his sleeves, revealed the blue fluorescent mechanical watch that previously belonged to "Yin Min", and pointed at the hour hand. said:
"It's late, it's almost 4 o'clock. I'm sorry, Brother Moran, we have to set off north. As you know, I no longer want to have anything to do with the big guys in the capital before I have enough results on "Plamini". associated. Besides, for Dak and I, now is not the time to celebrate anything that exists. "
"Okay, I won't see you off." Molun sighed, suppressing his reluctance to say goodbye, and said regretfully:
"I'm afraid this trip to the north will take at least a year. The situation of the war is not absolutely clear yet. At least until all the "evolution stages" are found, we won't have a chance to meet again. I...I sent someone to put some food, ammunition and gasoline behind your "Rock" mechanical combat vehicle, as well as two improved versions of the "Sunflower" rocket launcher and the "Hyacinth-modified" small hand cannon to deal with ordinary "Heartless people" and "alien monsters" are now at ease. "
"Let's go, brother." Wulfya choked, and after hugging Molun tightly, he pulled Duck towards the corner of Charles XII Square, accompanied by the engine
"whimpering", heading towards the K-I0 highway in the north of the town.
As a faint, weak light emerged from the eastern horizon, standing on the highest point around the town square, above the church in the center of the town, the blond and semi-lost boy Luo Ka put away the trace of loss that surged at the scene and touched him. Standing next to him was a Krusted blue cat with a dark blue body and a hint of pure black on the chin. He looked straight ahead and said in a high-pitched young boy's tone:
"Nahaka, look, Brother Dark has finally set off to the ice and snow realm. He is very powerful. When he was a monster, he could hurt Brother "Ice Blade" with one blow. Even though he has lost most of his memory as a monster, he is still as powerful as a "predator in the ice and snow."
"Oh, it's just a pity that until now he hasn't discovered the gift I gave him that time by the railway. Tell me, Nahaka, does it really mean that he can only experience extreme pain or awaken the dusty beastiality in his body? Can I get the "blessing" of a gift? "
"Maybe so." The Krusted blue cat known as Nahaka raised its big and sharp ears, jumped on Lorca's shoulder with light steps, and replied:
"Pain and bestiality can inspire the desire for survival, and the desire to fight that they inspire together can completely integrate the monster attributes and the residual power of the gods into his blood. Dark may really be the apostle chosen by the Lord of the Night. Resistance Vasily, who is close to madness, and those damn "Evolution Stages", maybe only him, and the so-called evil god "Echoer". "
"Yes, Nahaka." Luoka sighed softly and said:
"I originally wanted to force him to join the "Chaos Group" and work for the supreme ideal of resisting Crusted. But now all this is impossible. He has been recognized by the "Chaos" sequence group and has embarked on the career path of "Chaos Inducer". In other words, whenever something unexpected happens to Brother "Ice Blade", according to our ancient rules, he will be our only leader candidate. "
"So..." Nahaka leaned into Loka's ear and whispered:
"Do you want to follow in Dak's footsteps? Observe him, monitor him, understand him, and at some point, completely control him?"
"Hmm... This is not an option. Speaking of which... I really want to see the so-called dragon behind the wind wall. I heard that the pseudo-dragon in the capital city of Senar Prison has awakened, and the real dragon resonated with it. , it’s time to usher in the fate of breaking out of the cocoon, right?”
As Luo Ka's words dissipated in the sky above Xinfeng Town, a warm breeze of spring blew by, and the darkest dawn still did not usher in a complete dawn.
However, against the subtle red light and morning glow of the huge reddish sun, wearing a new thick military green cotton-padded coat and carrying a new khaki military backpack, Luo Nie dressed as a Crusader traveler habitually He touched the silver-white "Crazy Bear" pistol that had been repaired on his waist, and stopped in front of the classical-style wooden gate of the town.
With sapphire eyes, he reluctantly looked back at the back of Xinfeng Town. Facing the increasingly warm spring wind, he stretched his body and walked quickly towards the main road where there was no longer any snow and a little bit of green. Went on the country road.
