Wasteland Echoer

"Guest, please make your choice." Natasha calmed down from the feverish shouting just now. She tried to use passion to induce resonance with Wright, and then made irrational choices in a hot-headed situation.

But she was wrong. What was stored in the "container" of Wright's body was another soul. He did not belong to the wasteland world, but a whole new world. Her knowledge cannot break through the constraints of the universe and can only be limited to the world she knows.

The first is the induction of language, and the second is the coercion of force.

In the wasteland world, whoever can master these two stunts will have power, status and money.

So she pulled out the pistol she carried and chose to threaten Wright.

Wright calmed his breathing as much as possible. He didn't want Natasha to see his nervousness.

Especially in confrontations where life is threatened, it is important to remain calm.

"Choose? Let me think about it." Wright pretended to be relaxed, holding his chin with one hand and pretending to think.

But his eyes were always fixed on Natasha's pale hands and the pistol she was holding tightly.

This woman in front of me is so crazy. She wants me to be the "savior" in just a few words? I'm afraid this isn't a trap.

You must not promise Natasha anything without understanding the consequences, but you must not anger her, otherwise you will die again.

Thinking of this, Wright suddenly noticed something in his mind, and he chose to use words to make a detour.

"Miss Natasha, I, uh, it's not that I can't do it at all, it's just that you haven't told me in detail. Can you tell me in more detail?"

"Guest, no, Mr. Wright, [Order]. I am not listening to your opinion, but asking you to make a choice. You have existed in the wasteland world for more than twenty years, and you have listened to me here. Two hours of magic source information is enough for you to make a decision. Now, your life is in my hands, and my life is also in your hands." Natasha ordered in a low female voice.

At the same time, the gun in her hand hit Wright's chest again.

"No, no, Miss Natasha, I'm just not ready for the moment. I don't know if you've heard, but I just went to the outer area to perform a mission, and my brain was damaged at that time. So I lost my memory, I have amnesia. I just can't remember some things clearly. Give me two days and I will give you an answer after I have a good memory and sober up." Wright wanted to give in first. After all, the Natasha in front of him is a woman, and she will always be better than Show more compassion to men.

"Amnesia?" Natasha was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and stared into Wright's eyes carefully.

Eyes are the windows to the soul and a place to peer into the soul. As the owner of the magic source power, Natasha is confident that she can peer into the soul of anyone who visits.

But Wright was different. She couldn't detect anything strange about Wright's soul, and judging from his behavior and behavior, he was not much different from any member of the Socra Guards she had encountered before.

In addition to being from a poor background and speaking a dialect shared by people from outside Socrates.

"Yes, amnesia, Miss Natasha. I think the person who ordered you to invite me here should not know this. I don't recommend you tell them. I encountered some extraordinary things, so I am also looking for answers. However, There are a lot of strange things in the wasteland, and there are no shortage of these one or two, right?" Wright said deliberately pretending to be relaxed.

But a lot of sweat had gathered on his palms and was dripping slowly along his fingertips.

"No. You can't leave here anymore. The Tenyin sect needs you, and the wasteland world needs your power. There must be some kind of magic power in your body that can contact the gods, and everything needs you!" Natasha roared .

Her lips began to tremble slightly. Although she was the evil person who threatened Wright with a weapon, she was like a frightened rabbit at this time.

She held up the pistol and took two steps back, her purple eyes staring intently at Wright's black eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a purple magic source of power shot out from her eyes, covering the front of her sight like a thick fog.

But the strange thing is that Natasha's magic power did not have any predetermined impact on Wright's spirit.

Immediately, a crimson light flashed from Wright's eyes. Just for a moment, Natasha felt the ultimate mental fear.

At that second, he seemed to see a demon escaping from hell, no, not a demon, it seemed to be some lost god who could control the darkness.

In short, the memory of red light began to quickly penetrate into her spiritual world, making her gradually feel lost.

It was at this moment that Wright sprinted forward quickly, striking out from the left and right with his two palms, and snatched the pistol away.

Now the danger is over!

"Miss Natasha." Wright's words brought Natasha back from her confusion.

The situation in front of him was reversed. He quickly held the pistol in his hand, but did not point it at Natasha. Instead, he bowed respectfully according to the etiquette in his memory and said:

"Miss Natasha. Thank you for your answer, which has given me a better understanding of the world. However, I am sorry that I cannot accept your request. If possible, I will consider being a 'savior' of the wasteland, but Not now. Magic represents the past, and steam represents the future. Maybe I will change my mind after I understand the secret of the magic source power."

Wright said as he stepped back.

"The unknown is scary and I can't take the risk."

After saying that, with the sound of the door closing, Wright disappeared into the dimly lit room with flickering candlelight.

"Red... magic source power? I saw... red?" Natasha murmured.

She covered her burning chest with her hands.

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Zine Empire, capital city Sugra, industrial area, near the Tool Yuan Factory.

Woo————

The roar of the steam train almost spread throughout Sogra's industrial area. Although the daytime in Sogra is usually not as good as the outside world, today is a special case.

Due to the need to test and welcome the officials of the Sukra Committee, the dome near the Jiaoyuan Factory was temporarily opened in the name of testing, and a brief light illuminated the entire area.

As the steam train gradually came to a stop, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a plump appearance but not obesity slowly walked down the metal stairs that had been placed. His face was rarely wrinkled or gray, and he seemed to pay great attention to his appearance.

His name is Peter James, a mid-level civil servant on the Scottish Committee. Wearing a black dress with a British style, wearing a pair of glasses inlaid with gold lace, and leaning on a cane, he slowly walked past the two ranks of the Scotian troops that had been lined up.

He is a [scholar], to be precise, a human being without any fighting ability. There is indeed no existence worth studying in the wasteland. If such a person does not have a strong family background, he or she has indeed made great contributions to the city of Socra.

Originally, he was not qualified to be the inspector of the Tool Yuan Factory, but unfortunately, other senior members of the committee were busy preparing for the ceremony, leaving him alone with nothing to do.

Several officials and lower-status servants followed from the train, and the last ones to get off were several members of the escort. They were wearing silver-white battle uniforms, holding long-barreled rifles, and looking sharply at the guard. .

Although they do not always rush to the front, following the committee members is also an honor in the city of Sugra.

Even though there was no traditional red carpet under his feet, the person who came to greet him was a prominent figure in the industrial zone—the manager of the Sogra Industrial Zone and the operator of the Mechanical Element Factory, Tied Sur.

Seeing Peter and his entourage approaching the giant steel gate of Jianyuan Factory, Tiede greeted them respectfully with small steps, carrying his bloated body.

"Mr. Peter, welcome. Your arrival must represent the highest attention of the Socratic Committee. I am really flattered and extremely honored that a scholar like you condescends to come here." Tiede flattered him.

After all, he was a scholar in the wasteland. Such compliments greatly benefited Peter, and spring flowers seemed to bloom on his face that was as silent as stagnant water.

People who don’t know think that the winter in Sogra is about to pass!

With a little bit of sunlight deliberately created, Peter followed Tiede to the manufacturing area of ​​Area A of the Mechanical Element Factory. The roar of machinery here never stopped. Due to the need for city defense and fighting against unintentional people, the Mechanical Element Factory is at a super high state all year round. Load operating status.

However, today, after all, people from the Socra Committee came to inspect, and Tide deliberately stopped half of the machinery manufacturing to leave a clean place for the scholar.

Immediately afterwards, his assistant handed over a document, which was the production status of the Sogra Industrial Zone for one year. The purpose of Peter's coming here was partly for this and partly for the huge airship needed by the Socratic Committee.

"My dear committee member Mr. Peter, I would like to report to you now." Tiede stood up and reported in a hoarse but passionate voice:

"Under the guidance of the Socra Committee for one year, our industrial zone produced 400,000 tons of steel and built 15 new steel plants. The weapons produced from these steels enabled us to equip more than 20,000 people and fight against those unintentional people wandering around. Fight the Lost.

During this year, we built three giant airships and fifteen small combat aircraft. And two battleships, the 'Odyssey' and the 'Dawn', were launched on the Ruin River in the outer area. With these weapons, we helped the convoys and troops regain control of parts of the Silent Heights.

Moreover, the roads leading to the various strongholds in the old province of Ha Lam before the New Yuan Dynasty are expected to be opened. If possible, we will do our best to cooperate with the needs of the committee and regain our old city. "

Listening to Tiede's impassioned narration, Peter took off his gloves and clapped continuously to express his satisfaction.

He took a few steps into the factory, glanced at the skilled mechanical workers who were already lined up in order, turned around, clenched his fists, and said impassionedly:

"The industrial area is vital to Socra, and also to the Zine Empire. Your efforts will be remembered by mankind, and your achievements will be immortalized on wooden boards, in steel, and in cities. The goddess of light will remember it. With your contribution, the Lord of Machinery will protect your future, and the Lord of Dark Night will help you stop the extraordinary invasion. You are the pride of Socra and the hope of mankind in the wasteland."

"You spoke so well."

“This is all a credit to the committee.”

"Yes, yes, your knowledge is worthy of being passed down forever!"

Compliments came from several people behind Tiede and Peter.

With words such as "You must pay attention to learning in the wasteland." "The gods will bless those with firm beliefs." and "Everyone must be full of hope." were spoken from Peter's mouth. For a time, Area A of the Mechanical Element Factory The air inside and outside is full of joy.

When Peter and his group walked away, Luo Nie, who was standing at the end of the team of mechanical workers, twisted his neck, shook his somewhat stiff wrist, and returned to work with a curse.

But no one noticed that he pressed a screw into his palm.

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