"What if I want... 'blood'? What if I want... 'honey'?" "Fu Bing" stared viciously at Anatoly's ugly, dirty, dark, and evil face covered with sticky substances, and held Anatoly's arms with both hands, struggling hard.
"'Blood' will leave your body and send you from this purgatory on earth into a hell surrounded by steel, and 'honey' represents the most delicious fruit in the 'Garden of Eden'. Of course, it's not an apple." Anatoly said in a joking tone.
His assistant Yuri, at this moment, was holding the standard "Bosilia" pistol equipped by the Federation for mid-level officers. He opened his arms and pointed the guns at Wright and Adaloni's heads, one on the left and one on the right.
The three knew that no matter how many extraordinary powers they possessed, even if their own strength surpassed that of Order 2: Abandonment, facing these mechanical weapons created by humans in the Steam Age that had already changed the era, they would be as fragile as withered leaves.
Faced with the advantageous situation, Anatoly laughed wildly, his voice was sometimes sharp, sometimes piercing, sometimes like a low whisper, and sometimes like a loud song.
However, in the world created by the Creator, the gods would not allow such crazy joy to exist for too long, and while Anatoly's arm strength slowed down, "Fu Bing"'s expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly raised his leg and kicked towards Anatoly's lower body.
"Ah!" Anatoly had not expected that "Fu Bing" had such an unexpected "hand". He suddenly felt an extreme pain that was more intense, lasting, and unbearable than millions of silver needles or millions of daggers piercing his body back and forth, covering both the physical and mental levels.
He leaned forward, his legs going limp.
Taking advantage of the brief period when the enemy was suppressed, "Fu Bing" immediately pulled out the heavy pistol from Anatoly's waist and easily pointed it at his chest.
"Anatole, you are not just Shaneva's lackey, you are also a Lost One. Tell me, why? Why would you help humans to coerce the Lost Ones?" "Fu Bing" asked.
"The Lost Ones... Hahaha, the Lost Ones." Anatoly's weak voice added a few confusing tones to his duck voice, "You... you have read... Ivan XXII's "New Construction Document", you should understand... we Lost Ones are just the remnants of humans who failed to evolve.
"We are not qualified... to think highly of ourselves, nor can we... as an independent race, participate in this... doomed struggle. We... must either degenerate into 'heartless people' and act on pure instinct. Or... we must return to being humans and depend on them... to exist."
"You're crazy, Anatoly. No, I should call you by your title in the Spear of Odyssey - 'Flame'." This time it was Fu Bing who mocked Anatoly in a joking tone, "I heard that you are used to using extreme flames to burn all humans who dare to resist the Spear of Odyssey, and to reshape the authority of the Lost through flames.
"Perhaps, these are just some unrealistic rumors, right? After all, in the face of the long night, flames are weak and will be extinguished by a little cold wind. I... I also tried to rely on humans in exchange for the survival space of the 'Order Society'. But I was wrong..."
"Wrong? Why is it wrong?" Anatoly snorted coldly.
"Vassili only wants to use our extraordinary power to achieve his fantasy in his vain dream. 'Evolution Platform', 'Gnady Line', 'Absolute Annihilation', these are not ideals worth envying and pursuing. On the contrary, they are traps that are enough to destroy Cruzde one after another." "Fubing" half roared:
"These cruel sacrifices, stupid wars, and sanctimonious ideals are extremely dangerous and filled with suffering and death. Even the gods who are revered and worshipped by humans cannot give humans a way out of the crisis. How can an ambitious man who seals himself up be trusted?"
"But he is a great... uh... emperor. He guided the Crusaders into their golden age." Anatoly argued, enduring the numbing pain in his limbs.
"Such an emperor turned into a cruel and ambitious person... Who knows? Maybe his soul was replaced by Satan, or maybe he just wanted a simple destruction. Just like this." "Fu Bing" said, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose.
In the moment when no one could react, he punched Anatoly in the abdomen with his left fist and quickly pulled the trigger with his right hand.
Bang bang bang!
Three consecutive shots, almost within one second, hit Anatoly's deputy, Yuri's arms and thighs, causing him to lean forward instantly and fall on his back, breaking his nose, knocking out half of his teeth, and temporarily losing his ability to fight.
Adaloni was quick-witted and quick-handed. Seeing this, he quickly picked up the "Bosilia" pistol that Yuri dropped, pointed it at Yuri's head and heart, and stepped firmly on Yuri's back, completing the transformation from "prey" to "hunter".
"Now, Anatoly, no, Mr. 'Yanfen', do you have anything else to say? Do you still want me to choose 'Honey'?" "Fubing" immediately put on a face of "a villain who has succeeded". He knew that neither the arrest of Adaroni nor the "invitation" to him, the former "ruler" of the "Order Society", was actually directly instructed by Shaneva.
Searching for the "Source Statue Pillar" and then activating the "Mind Control Panel" is a serious violation of Cruz's general moral education and will certainly not be approved by the City Committee, nor will it be recognized by the Guards, the City Army, and the citizens.
The public arrest meant the end of Shaneva’s career as an administrator, and even more so the end of her life.
Therefore, "Fu Bing" judged that only Anatoly and two others came to "invite" him this time, plus at most a few "action personnel" hired by the "City Security Committee".
Even if these two Lost Ones traitors were executed here, Shaneva would probably have to swallow her anger and find another opportunity to take revenge.
Just as "Fu Bing" was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly noticed a ripple in the space around him.
At first, he thought it was an illusion caused by excessive tension and the increased concentration of "burning liquid" in his body, but the next second, a strong white light replaced the dim light in the underground dormitory room.
The world around me began to become clear, a light and gentle breeze blew, and the air began to be filled with the faint fragrance of rice and wheat.
"Fu Bing" looked straight ahead. The dim room, the monotonous city, and the world filled with the smell of blood no longer existed. There was only an ancient silver tree that seemed to reach straight into the sky, bathed in an incandescent holy light.
Golden ears of wheat can be seen everywhere, each ear is full and shining, as if coated with a thick layer of gold. The wheat fields are endless, countless satisfied laughs come from all directions, plus the Deep Sun Eyes hanging in the sky with a colorful halo, and the marble brick wall at the end of the ridge behind, forming a standard Second Era, Cruzde farmers harvest in a year of good weather and good harvest.
However, the next second, a young but slightly heavy voice appeared, and the scene in front of "Fu Bing" collapsed instantly, disappearing in the reality in extreme distortion.
"Is it the Seducer? No, I have been immune to such tricks since the battle with Atuo under the Sugra Waterway. Oh, you are the Deceiver, right? You can use the skill of 'Inducing Dreams' to lure us into dreams without us knowing, either making us fall into hallucinations and go crazy, or attack us in the real world. Am I right, Mr. Anatoly?"
"You actually... actually managed to escape from my control. Could it be that the title of 'Echoer' is not just a rumor, and you are really the 'Evil God'?" Anatoly looked at Light's fair face in horror, as well as the pair of dark pupils that were enough to plunge all humans into the abyss.
He didn't expect that his tried-and-tested "dream-inducing" ability would be cracked by Light in just a few seconds. Even though Shaneva had reminded him of Light's strength, his overconfidence and skilled skills made him forget himself.
In extreme fear and confusion, he even forgot to retract his hand that was about to pinch "Fu Bing"'s neck again, until the pain deep into the bones came, and he was forced to retract his hand. He knelt on his knees, staring blankly at Wright and the six "Dark Touches" on his back that had broken free and were desperately squirming.
"Since I was summoned to this world, I have possessed the ultimate mental power. Unless I want to, I will not have any mental disorder, nor will I fall into hallucinations and dreams. Oh, by the way, when I was only at the level of sequence 5: pain, I was indeed pulled into it by the [Deceiver] once, but now I am at the level of sequence 3: combat." Light said, raising his left arm that was emitting a faint red and gold glow, and said:
"You are only slightly stronger than Sequence 5 and weaker than Sequence 4. Any of your 'luring' skills are doomed to be ineffective against me, a [Orderer]."
As Light spoke, he woke up Fu Bing and Adaroni, who were still half asleep, and urged them:
"Let's go, 'Fubing', let's go to where we should go first, and then make plans."
"Okay, but this Anatoly, the traitor of our Lost Ones, I must teach him an unforgettable lesson!" "Fu Bing" said, picking up the "Bosilia" pistol and pointing it at Anatoly and Yuri's heads in turn.
boom!
boom!
Squeak... Bang! (End of this chapter)
"'Blood' will leave your body and send you from this purgatory on earth into a hell surrounded by steel, and 'honey' represents the most delicious fruit in the 'Garden of Eden'. Of course, it's not an apple." Anatoly said in a joking tone.
His assistant Yuri, at this moment, was holding the standard "Bosilia" pistol equipped by the Federation for mid-level officers. He opened his arms and pointed the guns at Wright and Adaloni's heads, one on the left and one on the right.
The three knew that no matter how many extraordinary powers they possessed, even if their own strength surpassed that of Order 2: Abandonment, facing these mechanical weapons created by humans in the Steam Age that had already changed the era, they would be as fragile as withered leaves.
Faced with the advantageous situation, Anatoly laughed wildly, his voice was sometimes sharp, sometimes piercing, sometimes like a low whisper, and sometimes like a loud song.
However, in the world created by the Creator, the gods would not allow such crazy joy to exist for too long, and while Anatoly's arm strength slowed down, "Fu Bing"'s expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly raised his leg and kicked towards Anatoly's lower body.
"Ah!" Anatoly had not expected that "Fu Bing" had such an unexpected "hand". He suddenly felt an extreme pain that was more intense, lasting, and unbearable than millions of silver needles or millions of daggers piercing his body back and forth, covering both the physical and mental levels.
He leaned forward, his legs going limp.
Taking advantage of the brief period when the enemy was suppressed, "Fu Bing" immediately pulled out the heavy pistol from Anatoly's waist and easily pointed it at his chest.
"Anatole, you are not just Shaneva's lackey, you are also a Lost One. Tell me, why? Why would you help humans to coerce the Lost Ones?" "Fu Bing" asked.
"The Lost Ones... Hahaha, the Lost Ones." Anatoly's weak voice added a few confusing tones to his duck voice, "You... you have read... Ivan XXII's "New Construction Document", you should understand... we Lost Ones are just the remnants of humans who failed to evolve.
"We are not qualified... to think highly of ourselves, nor can we... as an independent race, participate in this... doomed struggle. We... must either degenerate into 'heartless people' and act on pure instinct. Or... we must return to being humans and depend on them... to exist."
"You're crazy, Anatoly. No, I should call you by your title in the Spear of Odyssey - 'Flame'." This time it was Fu Bing who mocked Anatoly in a joking tone, "I heard that you are used to using extreme flames to burn all humans who dare to resist the Spear of Odyssey, and to reshape the authority of the Lost through flames.
"Perhaps, these are just some unrealistic rumors, right? After all, in the face of the long night, flames are weak and will be extinguished by a little cold wind. I... I also tried to rely on humans in exchange for the survival space of the 'Order Society'. But I was wrong..."
"Wrong? Why is it wrong?" Anatoly snorted coldly.
"Vassili only wants to use our extraordinary power to achieve his fantasy in his vain dream. 'Evolution Platform', 'Gnady Line', 'Absolute Annihilation', these are not ideals worth envying and pursuing. On the contrary, they are traps that are enough to destroy Cruzde one after another." "Fubing" half roared:
"These cruel sacrifices, stupid wars, and sanctimonious ideals are extremely dangerous and filled with suffering and death. Even the gods who are revered and worshipped by humans cannot give humans a way out of the crisis. How can an ambitious man who seals himself up be trusted?"
"But he is a great... uh... emperor. He guided the Crusaders into their golden age." Anatoly argued, enduring the numbing pain in his limbs.
"Such an emperor turned into a cruel and ambitious person... Who knows? Maybe his soul was replaced by Satan, or maybe he just wanted a simple destruction. Just like this." "Fu Bing" said, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose.
In the moment when no one could react, he punched Anatoly in the abdomen with his left fist and quickly pulled the trigger with his right hand.
Bang bang bang!
Three consecutive shots, almost within one second, hit Anatoly's deputy, Yuri's arms and thighs, causing him to lean forward instantly and fall on his back, breaking his nose, knocking out half of his teeth, and temporarily losing his ability to fight.
Adaloni was quick-witted and quick-handed. Seeing this, he quickly picked up the "Bosilia" pistol that Yuri dropped, pointed it at Yuri's head and heart, and stepped firmly on Yuri's back, completing the transformation from "prey" to "hunter".
"Now, Anatoly, no, Mr. 'Yanfen', do you have anything else to say? Do you still want me to choose 'Honey'?" "Fubing" immediately put on a face of "a villain who has succeeded". He knew that neither the arrest of Adaroni nor the "invitation" to him, the former "ruler" of the "Order Society", was actually directly instructed by Shaneva.
Searching for the "Source Statue Pillar" and then activating the "Mind Control Panel" is a serious violation of Cruz's general moral education and will certainly not be approved by the City Committee, nor will it be recognized by the Guards, the City Army, and the citizens.
The public arrest meant the end of Shaneva’s career as an administrator, and even more so the end of her life.
Therefore, "Fu Bing" judged that only Anatoly and two others came to "invite" him this time, plus at most a few "action personnel" hired by the "City Security Committee".
Even if these two Lost Ones traitors were executed here, Shaneva would probably have to swallow her anger and find another opportunity to take revenge.
Just as "Fu Bing" was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly noticed a ripple in the space around him.
At first, he thought it was an illusion caused by excessive tension and the increased concentration of "burning liquid" in his body, but the next second, a strong white light replaced the dim light in the underground dormitory room.
The world around me began to become clear, a light and gentle breeze blew, and the air began to be filled with the faint fragrance of rice and wheat.
"Fu Bing" looked straight ahead. The dim room, the monotonous city, and the world filled with the smell of blood no longer existed. There was only an ancient silver tree that seemed to reach straight into the sky, bathed in an incandescent holy light.
Golden ears of wheat can be seen everywhere, each ear is full and shining, as if coated with a thick layer of gold. The wheat fields are endless, countless satisfied laughs come from all directions, plus the Deep Sun Eyes hanging in the sky with a colorful halo, and the marble brick wall at the end of the ridge behind, forming a standard Second Era, Cruzde farmers harvest in a year of good weather and good harvest.
However, the next second, a young but slightly heavy voice appeared, and the scene in front of "Fu Bing" collapsed instantly, disappearing in the reality in extreme distortion.
"Is it the Seducer? No, I have been immune to such tricks since the battle with Atuo under the Sugra Waterway. Oh, you are the Deceiver, right? You can use the skill of 'Inducing Dreams' to lure us into dreams without us knowing, either making us fall into hallucinations and go crazy, or attack us in the real world. Am I right, Mr. Anatoly?"
"You actually... actually managed to escape from my control. Could it be that the title of 'Echoer' is not just a rumor, and you are really the 'Evil God'?" Anatoly looked at Light's fair face in horror, as well as the pair of dark pupils that were enough to plunge all humans into the abyss.
He didn't expect that his tried-and-tested "dream-inducing" ability would be cracked by Light in just a few seconds. Even though Shaneva had reminded him of Light's strength, his overconfidence and skilled skills made him forget himself.
In extreme fear and confusion, he even forgot to retract his hand that was about to pinch "Fu Bing"'s neck again, until the pain deep into the bones came, and he was forced to retract his hand. He knelt on his knees, staring blankly at Wright and the six "Dark Touches" on his back that had broken free and were desperately squirming.
"Since I was summoned to this world, I have possessed the ultimate mental power. Unless I want to, I will not have any mental disorder, nor will I fall into hallucinations and dreams. Oh, by the way, when I was only at the level of sequence 5: pain, I was indeed pulled into it by the [Deceiver] once, but now I am at the level of sequence 3: combat." Light said, raising his left arm that was emitting a faint red and gold glow, and said:
"You are only slightly stronger than Sequence 5 and weaker than Sequence 4. Any of your 'luring' skills are doomed to be ineffective against me, a [Orderer]."
As Light spoke, he woke up Fu Bing and Adaroni, who were still half asleep, and urged them:
"Let's go, 'Fubing', let's go to where we should go first, and then make plans."
"Okay, but this Anatoly, the traitor of our Lost Ones, I must teach him an unforgettable lesson!" "Fu Bing" said, picking up the "Bosilia" pistol and pointing it at Anatoly and Yuri's heads in turn.
boom!
boom!
Squeak... Bang! (End of this chapter)
