Wasteland Echoer

"Inspiration? Inspiration!" Wright exclaimed.

Could it be said to be the "inspiration" of one of the seven sequence cores? Beyond "wisdom", it is more difficult for humans to obtain, but the "inspiration" that the lost are born with?

"Haha, inspiration, it seems that this is the power given to me by Saukod, this orc, no, this orc with dragon blood. I heard Moros say during a chat that the dragons in the first era were powerful. , they have also created a glorious civilization. Moreover, the magic power they possess since birth is so powerful that most humans will never be able to touch it in their lifetime."

"The power of the dragon clan, the great dragon clan, the great magic source power, the great Sowkod."

Wright felt the warm water spread all over his body, becoming hot and scorching, and finally became able to completely expel impurities and dirt from every pore and muscle in his body.

"The great sequential god! The great creator!"

"O great Creator!"

"O great Creator!"

Wright raised his head vigorously and looked up at the extremely bright light.

He was praising the beauty of power and the Creator who created this fantastic and wonderful world.

At this moment, his heart was filled with admiration for the gods.

Although he has never really come into contact with these sequential gods, there are not even many existences that he admires.

But at this moment, he admired them from the bottom of his heart.

He wanted to prostrate himself at the feet of the gods, to worship them and admire these charming powers.

Sections of power turned into fast-moving, electronic existences that surged in and out of Wright's body, lingering around his body.

He lowered his head and looked at his body. Although the silver-white top on his abdomen had a big hole, his abdomen had already completely healed. Except for a faint layer of red blood, his muscles and the skin covering it had changed. Became a complete existence.

It seems to be a little stronger and tighter than before.

He looked up with a smile, wanting to thank Soukod, who had given him strength and still had some consciousness left.

However, Sowkod's body in front of him quickly began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into the countless light balls that surrounded the body before.

Starting from the legs, abdomen, chest, arms, and finally the orc head.

Before his body disappeared completely, Sowkod reluctantly turned around, with a smile, and smiled at Wright in an ethereal teenage voice:

"Go on with this power. Every [Order] has a great mission to benefit a race and create a new world. Brother Wright, you have... obtained 'inspiration'. Now, When you face a god...it's completely impossible...it's impossible for you to collapse...ah."

"Soucord," Wright murmured.

He stared straight at Sowkod, who completely turned into a ball of light and quickly exploded like a firework to a limited extent.

Until, an extreme blue light suddenly emerged from the center of his field of vision.

Like rapidly multiplying bacteria, in just four or five seconds, Wright's entire field of vision was instantly filled.

"Is this... the blue of 'inspiration'?" Wright whispered.

His body seemed to be frozen at this moment, as if the [Seducer] had exerted a magic power skill similar to immobilization.

His mouth was slightly open, and his chest, which had become hot, quickly cooled down and returned to its original temperature.

Lines of dark red or pitch black liquid flowed out from his neck, abdomen, and hands, and some of the liquid that didn't overflow was already stained on the underwear under the guard's uniform.

He felt that his body had become transparent and light, that his strength had become fuller, that his thinking had become clearer, and that his perception of the things around him had also improved to an unquantifiable level.

He has completely obtained the "Inspiration" Sequence Core and been promoted to Sequence Level 6: Inspiration.

Until the familiar feeling of dizziness and sleepiness came over...

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"Time, space, past, future, up and down, left and right, four directions."

The girlish boyish voice kept lingering in Wright's ears for some time.

He felt like he was lying on a comfortable "Simmons" bed, and the suitable temperature made him not want to open his eyes immediately.

The comfortable feeling between being half asleep and half awake made him crave the feeling that sleep brings, like bathing in a hot spring.

"Time, space..."

The sound just now suddenly turned into a sharp, aggressive woman's voice, like a crow croaking, like countless sparrows "singing" without restraint.

It's just that the chirping and "singing" music is not the familiar Western ballads or Cruzeid-style country music. Instead, it is music that belongs to the old days, music that belongs to wizards. Wright can no longer endure the state of being half asleep and half awake. , roared suddenly.

"Shut up!"

Wright woke up suddenly, stood up and looked around slightly panicked.

The room that had experienced the battle looked extremely messy and cluttered.

Wright moved his whole body as much as possible, stood up straight with his hands on the dusty wooden floor.

The surrounding environment has changed from bright before to dim.

The lampshade of the gas lamp that originally hung on the wall and emitted incandescent light was covered with smoke and dust, and it flickered inside, as if it could no longer sustain the consumption of electricity for a long time and was about to go out.

The part on the left that looks like a restaurant still has traces of Soukold's breath, and part of it penetrates the floor, and you can see the dark space below.

Continuing to look, the white tablecloth on the round table has turned into a yellow tone and is covered with dirt. Some tables even have a corner missing, exposing the glass cover covered with mold inside.

Most of the vases with green plants were broken, and the plants in them were all withered and withered. It seemed that after the washing of time, they were about to be completely annihilated and turned into a pile of powder.

Simply, those pull-up glass windows are still intact, retaining the last bit of dignity in this room.

"Sure enough, without the power of Sowkod, the power of the old coat of arms is weakening again, and this place has returned to what it should have been. It seems that collapse is not far away, as long as I continue to walk inside , let’s get in touch with... the true form of ‘Water from a Different Side’.” Wright said with some disappointment.

His eyes continued to scan from left to right. The oak desk was completely moldy, and several "skinny" mushrooms had grown. The globe and pen on it were missing, and half of it was covered with dark red. solidified liquid.

The two rows of bookshelves are still intact, but dust and cobwebs have occupied the surface of all the books, and the black leather seat that Sowkod sat on was broken in half from the middle, lying quietly and broken on the ground. above, seeming to be witnessing the passage of time and the fierce battle just now.

There should be no value in staying here anymore. Sowkod should have gone to the "Kingdom of Heaven", or in other words, died after completely getting rid of the sequential monsters.

Now it seems that I should not have been in the lake in Donusk for more than two days, and my body does not feel any hunger.

I remember Brett said that the journal "Imperial Medicine" mentioned something about superpowers: Similar to humans, superpowers also need to eat human food, and have the same sense of hunger as humans.

But if there is no food, you will not starve to death, but you will feel exhausted and eventually become a careless person.

Research shows that obtaining magic power cannot delay or solve hunger, and sometimes even accelerates physical energy consumption and enters a state of hunger earlier.

"In that case..." Wright held his chin and thought:

"It should be time to use the 'Minming Gun'. Light up the inner space, find the passage, and enter the innermost room, right?"

Wright took out the revolver-like "Gu Ming Gun" inlaid with gems that was already emitting a faint purple light from his waist.

After observing it for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, Wright aimed at his head and pulled the trigger of the "Minming Gun".

bump!

Ringed?

Did you hear gunshots this time?

Before Wright could make a difference, he suddenly felt the object in his hand explode, scaring Wright so much that he had to take a few steps back.

Immediately afterwards, a bright purple light shone past, and the "Miming Gun" in his hand turned into several large purple fragments, which fell to the ground along the fingertips and palms.

"It seems that this 'Miming Gun' has also completed its mission." Wright said with a wry smile.

He stood quietly, waiting for instructions to come.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a cold male voice sounded in his ears again.

"Looking at the stars."

"What?" Wright asked confused.

"Look up, imagine that you are looking up at the stars, and the road will appear naturally. My mission...completely, completed. Ah ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha."

After the crazy and uncomfortable laughter that lasted for more than ten seconds came to an abrupt end, Wright chose to clear away the cluttered thoughts in his heart, closed his eyes, raised his head, and imagined that he was under the summer night sky, looking up at the vastness. Endless stars in the universe.

A few seconds later, he heard the sound of mechanical gears turning.

Opening his eyes and looking forward, a corridor with a dim light that seemed to never end suddenly appeared in front of him.

"It seems that the room that passes through here is the room where the body of the sequential monster Water of the Other Side and the Crest of Tomorrow exist." Wright said, punching his chest that was beating "bang bang" with excitement a few times, trying to get rid of it. The restless heart calmed down.

Then, he took out his right foot and walked forward with a light and fast pace.

The corridor is dim and mainly pitch black.

There was nothing hanging on the walls above and to the left and right, only an oil lamp engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern, which was emitting a faint light eroded by the darkness.

The floor of the corridor seemed to be covered with a hollow metal plate. Stepping on it, Wright could clearly hear the echoing sound of "dong dong" under his feet.

As he kept walking, Wright felt that this corridor seemed to be endless and endless. He did not choose to look back. He knew that retreating had no meaning and would not bring him any new usefulness. Information.

Finally, after walking for what seemed like an epoch, Wright finally felt like he was stepping on a hard concrete floor.

"Is it almost there?" Wright guessed.

He tried to surge the red magic power throughout his body in preparation for the next battle.

To his surprise, the magic source power surged much faster than before, saving almost 20% in time.

Moreover, the "Red Kite Eagle Shield" formed by the power of the red magic source was brighter and redder than before, and it also emitted several strands of smoke-like power, which instantly crossed and wrapped around his upper body.

"Full of power." Wright said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

Just as he was clenching his hands into fists, like a boxer throwing his right fist, he heard some strange noises coming from the end of the corridor.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"The sound of hitting the ball?" Wright guessed:

"Does anyone here also like to play basketball? Yes, many of these traditional sports originated in Europe and the United States. The Western Continent of the Wasteland World is equivalent to the West of the previous world. It is not surprising that this exists."

After walking forward for a few minutes, Wright saw a "thin" silhouette.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sound of hitting the ball seemed to get a little louder, but it kept getting weaker.

Until a black "basketball" fell at Wright's feet.

"Brother, can you return the ball to me?" A young child's voice came from directly in front of Wright.

Wright looked carefully, and the surrounding space became brighter as the figure in front of him continued to approach.

After the figure stopped six or seven meters ahead, Wright looked down and saw a child of about five years old.

He seemed to be only a little over one meter tall, with brown curly hair, a pair of pure black eyes that were exactly the same as Wright's own, and was dressed in the royal style of the Crusad Empire.

The upper body is made of white, with two red stripes running across the middle. It is inlaid with gold buttons, and nearby are scattered red and blue gems.

The pants are similar to the clothes, except that he has a real revolver with a brass luster on his waist!

In addition, the Crusted child's face is relatively rosy and has a strong human aura, unlike the cyan or pinkish white of the Lost.

"What did you say? Do you want the ball?" Wright took a half step back and stared at the Crusted kid warily and asked.

"Yes, I am playing ball. Grandpa said that more exercise is conducive to the recovery of the disease. If you are always sick, you will not be able to inherit the throne. My father has also been ill for a long time. Grandpa said that he does not want to hand over the throne of the emperor to him, so I hope I will grow up as soon as possible." The Crusted child replied with a sweet voice.

"Okay." Wright suddenly felt a hint of sympathy in his heart.

He bent down to pick up the ball, stepped forward in a few steps, and handed it to the kid Crusted.

But then, from the corner of his eye downwards, he saw that the eyes of the Crusted child suddenly turned blood red, and the originally rosy face quickly turned into a blue-white color like a vampire, and it was covered with a layer of winding bright red blood vessels.

"The hallucination of a monster!"

In a flash of lightning, Wright subconsciously drew the revolver on the Crusted child's waist.

After pulling the trigger at an extremely fast speed, he raised his hand to hold the Crusted child's back and pressed the gun against the back of his head.

"boom!"