"I pray for the blessing of the goddess of light!"

Wright's black eyes suddenly turned red, like the rays of the sky at night.

"I pray for the Lord of the Night."

Wrighton's red eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, as if the depths of the universe were covered by dark energy, and there was no possibility of light.

But then, it turned back to the ultimate red existence.

"Please give me the power to explore, explore and fight."

"Let me touch the monster!"

When all his spells were chanted, he felt that the red magic power in his body was filled to the extreme.

My body was like an active volcano, and the surging force in my body quickly reached a state of overflowing and was about to gush out.

After taking a few deep breaths of the humid air mixed with rotten plants and animals, Wright opened his eyes and tried to push the glass door more than three meters high with his hands.

"Touch-touch!"

As he expected, the giant door in front of him looked like a solid wall, like a steel and a series of solid alloys, which could not be pushed at all.

In fact, Wright could sense that the force he pushed just now was not small. If it were in a normal world, such force would probably break the door on the spot, turning into a pool of glass residues that were difficult to clean and easy to prick.

With the full red magic power surged, Wright did not rush to call Red-faced Hayn.

After all, after using the "Oil Lamp of Hope" to enter the gray dream, Red-faced Hain almost never woke up again.

If he exhausted his magic source power in order to summon him, the huge machinery that entered the tower and the airship would have a lot of danger out of thin air.

He did not rush to use the "Dark Touch" that was extremely suppressed in combat, but instead imitated the power of the red shield produced during the emergency situation before entering the lake as much as possible.

Standing at the door, looking at the twisted space with various cool tones inside, the red magic power slowly poured out.

Soon, the two sides were small, almost twice the size of Wright's arm, which appeared on his wrist.

It was a pure red shield, with a similar style to those used by ancient European soldiers, but it was reduced a lot in equal proportion.

The shield is covered with a projection, with a pattern of a double-headed eagle holding an iris in her arms.

In an instant, Wright suddenly named the shield in his mind.

"Red Kimber Eagle Shield, if I can use it multiple times in the future, I will call you that." Wright whispered with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, he looked up slightly and turned his gaze back to the glass door.

"After surging the magic source power, you have to answer unfathomable questions, right? Wende said this just now. Since the magic source power is used, I'll try it out." Lights said.

Then, he stretched out his right hand and raised it slightly to ensure that the shield on his arm did not hinder him. He once again pushed the door with his hands and all his strength.

This time the door caused a tremor, as if a huge creature was walking around.

Just in the area where Wright's right hand contacted the door, a dark black suddenly stretched out, looking carefully, it looked like the headphones used by the telegraph.

"Headphones? It seems that this lighthouse has similar communication devices in the early stages of construction? Otherwise, this sequential monster would not have created something out of thin air that it had never touched."

Wright analyzed that he did not stop the headphones, but allowed them to "wear" them on their own.

At first there was a "sizzling" noise, followed by a "die" sound when the telegraph machine sent a message.

In the broken memory fragments, Wright seemed to remember that he had participated in a telegram use study course held by the Socra Legion, and in Chekavsk, Bret and Molos explained some individual code information intentionally or unintentionally.

But what Wright hears in his headphones is messy and information that cannot be associated with any letters or numbers.

However, the next second, Wright heard the soft voice of a woman, coming from her headphones.

"Welcome to the vicinity of MB-2000. If you want to enter the inside of the mechanical body to find out, you need to answer the following three questions as a test of your personality. The first two need to answer yes or no, and the third need to describe within twenty words. If you understand, please answer 'yes', otherwise please accept death."

"Ah, yes...yes." Wright replied with some stutter.

"Please listen to question 1. God is great. He is a person who looks down on everything and crushes everything. It is best for mortals not to take the initiative to touch Him and can only accept His gifts. Is this view correct?"

"Yes." Wright replied without hesitation.

After all, there are many similar stories in "Socraton History".

"The answer is correct." The soft voice of the female came again:

"Please listen to the second question. Human beings are born with wisdom, so they need to pursue pain. Only in this way can they touch confusion. Is this view correct?"

"Real?" Wright thought with his chin in his left hand:

"Humans are born with wisdom, which should be a variant of the way to promote the magic world. Humans are born with a 'wisdom' sequence core. I remember this very clearly. I remember that the mechanical manipulator in the dream belongs to the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan' told me the sorting of the seven sequence cores. The order 7 is wisdom, 6 is inspiration, and 5 is pain. If you are confused, it should be 1. So it should be 'having wisdom to pursue inspiration, and only in this way can you touch pain'. This sentence is wrong."

"Wrong, no." Wright replied after careful consideration.

"Correct." The voice belonging to a woman said coldly.

Before Wright could breathe a sigh of relief, he relieved his heart, which was beating because of nervousness, and quickly asked a third question in his headphones.

"Humans will explore everything as much as possible and perceive everything, and in order to gain wisdom, they will carry out endless speculative activities. Discussion, debate and exploration of truth come from a primitive impulse. What is this impulse? Please give an example."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Explore everything, explore everything, think about it in order to gain wisdom, or is it a primitive impulse?" Wright subconsciously repeated the question.

He mobilized the memories obtained in both worlds as much as possible, and tried to think about the philosophical books he had read in the previous world, including the famous quotes of Hegel, Freud, Socrates, and Plato, as well as the "History of Socrates" and "The Afterglow of Cruise" that he had read in this world, as well as the "Ancient Worlds", "The Dark Book" and "The Holy Word" that he had read only a few words.

But his brain was like a ball of boiling paste. The more he thought about it, the more he felt dizzy he felt after being swung by a hammer.

"Please answer as soon as possible. If the timeout is automatically rebelled, the intruder will accept the punishment of death." The woman's cold voice came from her headphones.

Immediately afterwards, Wright suddenly discovered that the giant glass door was slowly covered by a layer of blood.

He smelled a strong smell of blood, and the bright red "dye" flowing down from above.

He suddenly felt his body trembling as if he was bound by ice, and his thinking began to "escape" uncontrollably.

The bright red "dye" on the door brought him a sense of horror, fear, depression, restlessness and panic began to quickly swallow his consciousness.

Then he saw the red hands turning into two brightly colored giant hands, scratching towards his throat.

"It's curiosity, it's curiosity. The most primitive impulse of human beings is curiosity, examples... examples are discovering and learning to use fire!"

"Inspiration" suddenly burst out in Wright's mind.

But this time, no female voices were heard in his ears, including the previously messy telegram sounds.

The giant red hands and "dyes" in front of him instantly dissipated in all directions, and the headphones also turned into a bunch of black powder, which quickly dissipated with the inexplicable breeze.

Immediately after a dull mechanical operation, the glass door in front of me disappeared, and the cool-toned chaotic space quickly stabilized and turned into a small room similar to an elevator.

"You're going in, don't panic, don't panic, but be sure to stay alert."

Wright whispered silently, strode into the narrow room.

When he turned around and looked at the dissipating Giant Gate, he was surprised to find that the outside world had turned into a chaotic area of ​​red and purple intertwined, and it seemed that inside and outside had been exchanged.

Without thinking too much, Wright finally took out the "Ming's Gun" and tried to pour a little red magic source into it.

After a few purple light shone on the gun body and bottom of the "Miming Gun" was replaced by the red light emitted from the gems on the gun, emitting a "strange" atmosphere in the dim and narrow room.

"Pick up the pistol and point it at the temple." The man's cold and gloomy voice came to his ears, like a monster whispering in his body.

"It's no wonder, just treat it as if you're dreaming in the daytime." Wright blinked helplessly, raised the "Mining Gun" and pressed the temple as instructed.

After all, in the two battles with Yato at Socra and Kofu Station, in the battle with Kayas after Migov Church, and in the dream with [The Fraudster] Dylan, Wright noticed that his strong and stable mental power would not be easily tempted or collapsed in various situations of losing sans.

After doing it with a slight fluctuation in his heart, the whisper prompted again:

"Start the gun, and you will see the button leading up to the top."

"What? Shoot?" Wright felt his back numb.

What a joke? Isn’t this a suicide move? Can I believe the sound brought by the “Miming Gun”?

After hesitation, the voice reminded him in a hurry:

"Shoot quickly, it has no bullets."

Yes, without bullets, what are I afraid of?

Fear of yarn!

Wright swears in his heart.

Since there are no bullets, my red magic source power should be powerful and rare. No matter how powerful this "Mingzhi Gun" is, it should not cause any harm to me.

After making up his mind, Wright pulled the trigger.

"Click!"

A crisp sound came from the "Ming's Gun" and was just an empty gun.

Seeing that no energy or magic power was transmitted from the pistol, Wright's mouth was rising and he was about to mock him.

He suddenly realized that the space around him was becoming blurred.

Less than a second later, the narrow space was frozen into a real elevator style.

It's just like the one he rode with the dead De when he headed to the Socra subway.

In addition to climbing a few gas pipelines above and two gas lamps emitting bright light, a cage-like "skeleton" composed of steel materials, like a cage imprisoning beasts. Looking out, you can see countless dim, running steam machinery that is emitting black smoke.

"Pull the handle and you can enter the airship." The man's whisper prompted again.
To be continued...