Wasteland Echoer

"He wants to fight us head-on. Yolan is crazy. He should be crazy. If he releases the evil soul with the magic power surging in his body, his body will be completely transformed into a 'Hope' sandworm. Even if He can continue to live, and he can only survive as a monster for the rest of the time." Moros stood up and exclaimed.

He opened his dry, flaky, slightly unhealthy pale lips and stared in horror at the "Hope" sandworm in front of him.

Even if he is a battlefield observer of the Zine Empire, a member of the Sokra Extraordinary Investigation Team, an honorary member of the Sequential Monster Research Foundation, or a worker of a certain case study association, who can always be exposed to extraordinary things, no matter what his title is currently. Several, he should not be disturbed by any monsters, alien heartless people, or extraordinary things.

But the reality is that his eyes are becoming more and more glazed, like a mental patient who has suffered sequelae from a heavy blow to the brain. He stares at "Hope" and the sandworm dare not move the heavy weight, as if his body is carrying a piece that can never be pushed. Like a boulder on the top of the mountain.

Until the "Hope" sandworm's thick, snake-like black tail rose into the air again, and after landing on the ground, it swept towards the four people in a clockwise direction.

"Moros, danger!" Wright shouted.

He tightened every muscle in his body that could be used for fighting and was not extremely strong, and rushed towards Moros.

Fortunately, Wright's battle-hardened body still played its due role at critical moments.

Before the tail could attack Moros, Wright suddenly picked him up after making physical contact with Moros and jumped to the left, near the center of the road.

Their bodies came into close contact with the dry, dusty ground at the same time.

After rolling several times on the ground, until Wright's silver-white Guards uniform turned into the khaki style, one of the universal uniforms of the Imperial Legion, the two of them collapsed on the ground with a look of disaster, breathing heavily. gas.

After also rolling to avoid the tail sweep, the embarrassed Brett shouted worriedly from a distance of more than ten meters.

"Moros, Wright, are you two okay?"

"It's okay, Brett, I can't die." Wright's chest was rising and falling violently. He ignored the burning sensation in his heart, which was beginning to become more serious, and reluctantly agreed.

"That's good, Wright, I'll beat it!" Brett roared.

After taking two deep breaths, Brett threw aside the "Socrate A" rifle in his hand, raised another improvised grenade gun, and quickly stuffed several grenades filled with explosives in advance.

He squatted half-crouched, put the grenade gun on his shoulder, and aimed it at the mouthparts and petal-shaped parts of the "Hope" sandworm. Under the influence of the spirit of the lost person, a long-lasting memory inexplicably emerged in his mind. memory.

After shaking his head vigorously to dispel the discomfort, Brett thought to himself:

"It seems that the power of the lost ones this time, or the monsters, far exceeds the alien heartless people that time in Oyi Town. I remember that the team you and I were in also experienced a narrow escape. And the two of us This is like a wild cat with nine lives, favored by the forest god. However, humans can never be favored by luck forever. As a [warrior] who defends the city of Socra and the Empire of Zine, we have to fight with the Lost and the Lost. Losing our lives while fighting monsters is our eternal destination. Wright, I just hope you can live!"

Thinking of this, Brett's green eyes suddenly became sharp, his face was gloomy, and the tiny scars on his face caused by the battle suddenly became deep, as if someone had deliberately carved them on a white marble statue. Use a utility knife to "make up" a stroke.

After adjusting the angle, Brett took advantage of the fact that the "Hope" sandworm seemed to have not adapted to the new body. The original soul of the lost person and the body of the monster were trying to compete with each other. Kong Kong, who was struggling with his body, Brett said to He targeted the weak point of the monster in his mind and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh——

boom!

The shining cannonball was like a shooting star in the dark night, "running wildly" in a straight direction towards the mouthparts of the "Hope" sandworm.

The moment it came into contact with the monster-like body, the shell exploded instantly, and beautiful sparks belonging to fireworks bloomed all around, and the flames of light blue, dark green and bright red suddenly filled its "head" .

"Dumb—dumb—dumb—"

"Hope" the sandworm actually made a hoarse roar that resembled the crow of a crow.

The exploding pain he felt in his body forced him to squirm slightly and take two steps back.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of scarlet liquid splashed from his mouthparts and the "petals" shaped like blooming flower buds.

Looking from a distance, a trickling "stream" is gushing out from the ruptured blood vessel, splashing out like a shower, sprinkling discrete "raindrops" on the nearby road.

"I...cannot...forgive...you!"

Because of the extreme pain, the monster's mouthparts actually emitted an old human voice. In order to prevent this half-lost person, half-monster thing from slowing down and having the possibility of counterattack, Brett simply aimed at "Hope" "The different parts of the sandworm's body fired out all the remaining shells in the improvised grenade gun.

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

The four cannonballs landed accurately at the predetermined position, and one hit the front paw like a gecko, breaking it.

One hit the back paw, turning the "Hope" sandworm completely into a "Hope" sand "maggot".

And a supplementary one hit the mouthparts of the "Hope" sandworm. Under the impact of artillery fire and heat waves, the thick thorn-like object was blown off at the waist, causing him to lose something similar to the swordsmanship master of the Second Age. The sharp but not broad sword he holds is generally used for thrusting.

After all the shells exploded, the "Hope" sandworm's body was also covered with hot, blazing flames that had turned dim yellow.

It squirmed, rolling and struggling in place like a real maggot growing in a stinking ditch. The petal-shaped parts also opened and closed and surged with the surrounding air, trying to absorb all of them as much as possible in the shortest time. The flame goes out.

"It must have been successful. It has lost its combat capability." Brett picked up the improvised grenade gun with one hand and stood up straight, staring at the "Hope" sandworm that was gradually being swallowed up by the flames.

He suddenly felt that his heart was beating violently like an overloaded water pump, as if it was about to break through the thick, solid chest full of muscles and move towards its own direction.

"Brett." Seeing the squirming and rolling "Hope" sandworm, Moros also showed a real happy smile for the rest of his life on his face. He ignored the pain in his body and the pain in his ribs. A slight stinging sensation pulled Wright and trotted towards Brett's direction.

"Where's Miyou?" Wright looked around and found no sign of [thief] Miyou.

It wasn't until Moros looked past Brett's tall and broad body that he saw Miyu, who was kneeling on the ground, unconsciously staring at the "Hope" sandworm and shivering.

Wright ran over in a hurry. He lifted Miyou up and dragged him behind Brett.

It was only then that the three of them discovered that Miyou's face was already covered with tears and runny nose, and scarlet blood was gushing slightly from his ears and the corners of his mouth.

"What's wrong with him? Moros?" Wright frowned and asked with confusion on his face.

"It's the evil soul I just mentioned." Moros gasped and adjusted his breathing before explaining:

"Some of the lost ones will infuse the magic source power into the destroyed alien mindless people, or biological sequence monsters, in order to realize the copying of the body for their own use. The infused magic source power is in conflict with those After the evil bodies are combined, the magic source power stripped out is like the soul in their bodies, so it is called evil soul. However, this ability can only be used by a few elite geniuses among the Lost in Order 5. Only after reaching the 4th level of the sequence can some relatively weak lost ones be able to use it."

"Evil...soul, does it specifically help in combat? Could it be that you turned into a monster like Yolan? You can never change back?" Wright asked.

"Impossible." Moros said with a contemptuous smile:

"He doesn't understand the correct way to use evil souls at all. That kind of thing requires the help of a strong and careless body that he can control. Anyone who sacrifices himself like this is either stupid or lacks experience. It seems that the Church of Dark Night has gradually deteriorated. , this kind of trash can become a mid-level sect. I now feel that Crown Prince Evante’s big gamble is not a decision made with a slap on the forehead. "

"I understand the evil soul thing. This is equivalent to copying a defeated and unconscious powerful body. After finding the right time and carrier, download it and use it, right?" Wright understood with knowledge that belongs to the category of "science" .

"Yes, there are such plots in many science fiction novels from the old Crusted Empire. They are generally the same." Moros nodded, with a little more recognition of Wright's ability to understand and associate in his eyes.

"So Miyou, what's going on?" Wright asked worriedly, looking at Miyou who was still trembling.

"Instinctive fear." Moros' tone became cold.

"Instinctive... fear?" Wright felt even more confused. For the first time, he felt that the world was so complicated and brain-burning.

"He is a lost person. In fact, both the lost people and the unintentional people all have the natural fear of the strong as animals. This situation is not obvious among the lost people between order 7-5. After all, they all belong to the lower level. The Lost One. Just like when I met Brett, he is a little higher in rank than me, but would I be afraid of a squad leader? I won’t be afraid of him. On the contrary, sometimes I will feel very annoyed." Moros face His expression turned into a joking smile.

This made Brett, who had just experienced the battle and was sitting on the ground to recover his strength, feel a little dissatisfied.

"What's wrong with the captain? If you really get to the top and reach the level of General George, he can command you and order you with half a professional rank." Brett argued.

"That's true. The lost ones at the lower level will not make each other feel uncomfortable. But just now Yolan, the lost person, said that he briefly broke through the order 5 and reached the order 4 through the 'Ice Dark Demon Source Potion'. Therefore, Mi You, who is also a lost person, will feel extreme fear. After all, Sequence 4 can no longer be broken through by simply taking the magic source potion or infusing the magic source power." Moros replied.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes circled in his eye sockets, as if he recalled some important information. He looked at the "Hope" sandworm whose body was still wrapped in fire, tilted his head and said to Wright:

"By the way, the popes of the three major churches have usually reached level 4, which is a terrifying force for most of the lost people in the empire. Most of the cardinals are level 5, the same as most of the talented lost people. , and are of the same level as the Lost Ones you fought with. If you go to Silent Highlands and see the three popes and are forced to be in a hostile position, I suggest you find a way to seek peace and compromise. After all, in this tragic world In this world, the most precious thing is life, and the cheapest thing is life.”

Wright's mouth moved, but not a single word came out.

He stared into Moros's resentful eyes and nodded silently.

Then, a familiar deep voice mixed with gasping came to his ears:

"Let's go. Don't worry about that 'Hope' sandworm. It's important to head to the village settlement. I don't want to walk at night. There are no street lights here, not even gas lights."

Just as the four of them helped each other to get up and walked towards the mechanical chariot that was leaning against the ropes of the bridge due to the impact, a sharp and miserable roar like a beast came to their ears again.

The three Wrights looked sideways, and at some point, the petal-like head tissue of the "Hope" sandworm had closed up and turned into a shy bud waiting to bloom.

And his huge body actually made a weird human voice again.

"Light of darkness, light of darkness, light of darkness!"

"Light of darkness? Not good!" Moros exclaimed, trying to pull the three Wrights forward to run desperately.

However, to his surprise, the blazing flames covering the "Hope" sandworm's body due to the improvised grenade guns all turned into a desperate deep black color!

They gathered inward, like whirlpools on the deep sea, and gathered at the tightly closed bud on its head.

Zi La——Zi La——

The dark magic power continued to overflow, and it actually made a sound like electricity.

It looks particularly shocking in the dark cloudy sky!

Immediately afterwards, less than a second later, the tip of the "Hope" sandworm's bud actually emitted an incandescent brilliance like the sun, and then completely transformed into a gradually expanding, dark shining light within half a second. A sphere glowing with electric current.

Boom!

The sphere burst suddenly, emitting a straight black laser beam mixed with an aura of despair that would send all those who dared to fight it to the legendary "underworld" to death!