Wasteland Echoer

Wright, who was walking home from the police force in Scotland, did not feel sleepy at all. Even the completely dark night after twelve o'clock could not make him feel sleepy at all.

Walking along the empty streets of Sugra's Z district, walking through the stinky ditches that still smelled bad, Wright finally climbed up the closed space on the wooden stairs that seemed likely to disintegrate at any time.

It was still a shuddering darkness here. Since the security team had taken away all the materials used to make hot pot, including the aluminum pot, Wright could no longer hold back his suppressed emotions and cursed:

"Damn it, are those guys from the Sogra security team robbers? They want to rob so many ingredients! And they say it's for investigation? Eating some hot pot can actually be related to the ceremony! The same goes for that old man George, who asked me to go to such a dangerous place in Shen Shen At the frontier of the highlands, you know that I had just returned from an injury in a mission in the outer area, and he was not worried at all. These barbarians are lying on their backs! If we really encounter unintentional people, Brett and I will definitely rush to the front. They are a bunch of Soviets. Traitor and scum of the Guerra people!”

Wright said, unable to suppress the anger that came from his heart and fast-running blood, he swung his fist and hit the dim and dirty wall.

bump!

A dull sound passed through Wright's ears, and immediately after, two streaks of dark red blood began to emerge from the top of his fist.

The blood seemed to be imprisoned ghosts, constantly escaping out along the wound.

At this moment, Wright seemed to have forgotten the pain. Looking at his blood that had begun to condense into jelly, a strange longing surged in his heart.

As his blood flowed and his blood pressure increased, his eyes began to slowly turn red, like a vampire in the dark.

Then, a strong male voice came out of his mind:

"Are you eager? Is it delicious? Go and try it. The bright red power will guide you to become stronger. As long as you swallow the blood, you can gain the red power and control this wonderful wasteland world. Yes, lower your head. Yes , lick them slowly. As long as you accept the guidance of the gods, you will become extremely powerful."

Following the guidance of the inexplicable voice in his mind, Wright actually began to lower his head slightly and curl up.

Looking at the blood in his hands, he felt an overwhelming desire in his heart, as if the blood could really bring him strength.

Such bright red blood is like a sweet and delicious fruit, so bright and red...

Just as he stretched out his white tongue to lick it, the red light in his eyes flashed strangely.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a coldness that was like being in a frozen realm running through his body. Under the stimulation of the cold, Wright shook his body suddenly and woke up.

"What's happening here?"

Wright gasped for air and stared ferociously at the bright red wound on his hand.

I actually lost my mind for a moment? What force is misleading me? Could it be that my spirit has been contaminated by some kind of power? Or is there a strange force that has been guiding me?

terrible!

After coming back to his senses, Wright looked around in horror. It was still the dark attic, still the pile of useless machinery, a dark table and an abandoned fireplace that he had half dismantled.

The only abnormal thing is that at this moment, his left hand is actually holding a dirt-stained "Crazy Bear" pistol, pointing it at his temple!

It was the one that was on the table when I first traveled to this world!

"How could this happen?" Wright was startled and quickly dropped the pistol on the ground.

The crisp sound caused by the collision of metal and floor turned out to be so weird in the dim environment.

After washing the bloody wound with some water collected earlier, Wright used a match to light the kerosene lamp that had not been used for a long time.

The dim aura dispelled some of the fear caused by the darkness, and Wright finally felt slightly relaxed.

He thought carefully about his strange movements and the strange sounds he heard just now, trying not to miss any detail.

"The information that is known now is that he is a member of the Sogra City Guard and has just been transferred from the outer area to the inner city. His immediate boss, Captain De, has died under the attack of the Lost, and another superior General George, on the other hand, sent a mission to the silent highlands outside Sogra after telling him a lot of information that he could not understand."

While thinking this way, Wright followed the memory fragments and pulled out a small notebook from the second layer of the dark table.

Although serious people don't keep diaries, Wright still needs to record what he saw and heard during these three days in the city of Sucra. This can help him if he suffers from mental confusion or loses some important memories. Recover lost souls from pain.

Immediately afterwards, he didn't pay attention to the scar on his right hand. After dipping a dip pen in some ink, he recorded:

"This world is a wasteland. Due to the spread of viruses and mysterious powers caused by the war before the New Era, most of the human race have become careless people, and those who come into contact with the mysterious and demonic power have the possibility of evolving into the Lost. But according to the Lost Ones we have seen, their spirits seem to be contaminated in some way, but their physical strength is much greater than that of ordinary people, and they control the power to become monsters.

This world should correspond to the technological level of that world before World War I. Machinery mainly uses fossil fuels, with little electricity.

The place he is located in is located in the western part of the continent and is called the Zine Empire. Socra is the capital and largest city of the empire. The structure and system of the city are relatively complete, and some areas have even restored a living atmosphere similar to that of European countries in the nineteenth century.

The city is managed by the Socra Committee, which is affiliated with the Socra Army, Socra Guards and Socra Security Forces, and the city is divided into residential areas, commercial areas, industrial areas and mixed-use areas. Due to the existence of the dome, no war can be seen in the city of Socra, but the battle conditions and the severity of the war in the outer areas are unknown and need to be explored. "

Wright said, put a question mark after "exploration", and then wrote:

"There are two types of mysterious things in the wasteland world. One type is the Wuxin and the Lost who openly fight against humans. The Wuxin, as the name suggests, has a mechanical core that is either blue or red in its heart. After the infection, the blood in the body is replaced by a red liquid called caustic fluid. It is very hot and contagious, and the specific use is not yet known.

The Lost Ones are monster-like infected people who can communicate with humans normally, may have intelligence, and may have formed a civilization. Others are unknown.

This world also has a magic-like operating system. People who believe in magic will seize magic power from the world. This power has five basic attributes and three upper-level attributes. Magic-like existence can be used to communicate with gods. May be used in combat. But the specific power is unknown.

But the red magic source power must be paid special attention to! "Wright circled the two words "Red Magic Source Power" written in Zine language and marked them with five-pointed stars.

"The note I saw when I crossed over mentioned the power of red magic. De also mentioned it in Socra Underground, and that weird careless man Yato also mentioned it. Moreover, since I crossed over and replaced Wright, , a series of strange things happened under the guidance of the red magic source, including the auditory hallucinations and almost suicide.

The red magic source power is suspected to be a mysterious force that transcends the magic source power itself. It may be very powerful, and it may already exist in his body. However, the triggering mechanism is unknown and the consequences of triggering are unknown and need to be explored.

At present, Natasha's clues have been interrupted, and contact with mysterious powers is prohibited in the city of Socra. The only possibility is to go outside the human stronghold to contact the Wuxin and the Lost to obtain further information.

In order to find the reason why his body is suspected of being 'suicided' and to avoid more dangers, he must pay close attention to any information about the power of the red magic source.

There are two legendary systems in this world. The first is the Sequential God System. There is not much information at the moment. The suspected derivatives are ‘Sequential Cards’. The others are unknown and cannot be explored for the time being. Second, in the sequential monster system, there is only one known type of inner curling flower, and the others require more exposure.

In addition, what needs to be added are: Sogra’s professional rank, more information about the ‘Blood Night Ritual’, multiple nightmares of unknown meaning, magic source power and related growth systems.

Note: Whether to save the wasteland world depends on the situation and mood. However, weapons currently need to be purchased to perform tasks. "

After all, he was a senior otaku from the previous world, and Wright quickly summarized the whole page in Zini Empire language.

But when he was about to close the notebook with yellowed pages, Wright added another sentence in Chinese:

"We will all fall into darkness, and no one will be saved. Except for the red magic source..."

After double-checking that no important information was missing, Wright found the backpack he used every day in his memory and placed the notebook in an inconspicuous corner.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at the dilapidated mechanical watch engraved with a double-headed eagle pattern, and chose to sit quietly on a chair, waiting for the dawn of the city of Sogra.

…

As the roar of machinery not far away gradually surged in, compared to the early mornings in the city of Socrata a few days ago, Leto heard a sound that was enough to sublimate his heart - the bells of the church in the center of Socrata.

"Dong, dong..."

Six crisp bells spread to almost all corners of Sogra. After the last sound, Wright, carrying a yellow backpack, kicked the remaining 950 new coins given by General George into his jacket pocket.

Wright learned from the memory fragments that unlike the army, the Sukra Guards usually only issue basic weapons, and additional powerful weapons require new coins or new ducats to purchase.

Without powerful enough weapons, the danger of the mission will increase exponentially.

Therefore, after washing up a little, he walked along the dim streets along the route in his memory, and came to the door of a spacious shop of a medium size with a Socra city logo hanging on it.

This shop seems relatively deserted, but fortunately it is located in the outer ring of Sogra's business district, so it is not that eye-catching.

The words "Socra Arms Trading Department" written in black letters on a white background hang on the wall on the left side of the store, and the bronze door is completely open.

When Wright walked into the relatively bright room, he was greeted by a tall man in a black suit with a blindfold on one eye.

"My dear guest, thank you for visiting our store early in the morning. What weapons do you need? As long as you have enough new coins, we have everything."

"Well, I only need a gun and enough ammunition to fight the unintentional people. I don't need anything else. I am a member of the escort. I want to go out of the city to perform tasks. Please ensure the quality." Wright said lightly.

As a member of the escort, he naturally knows how to deal with these people who only like money but fear power. In the city of Socra, even the lowest-status members of the Guards were head and shoulders above any ordinary citizen.

Moreover, Wright vaguely remembered that the last two sentences of George's mission arrangement seemed to have agreed on a mission time. At 12 noon today, during the last hour of the dome's open test, Brett would drive a mechanical chariot to the small shack to pick him up.

It's only eight o'clock in the morning, four hours to go.

"Please wait a moment, guest." The man nodded respectfully to Wright and walked into the storage room behind the small iron door.

Almost fifteen minutes later, the man brought a gun nearly half a meter long and a small bag of bullets.

Immediately afterwards, he put the gun in Wright's hand and began to introduce:

"This is the latest 'Jiuyuan' brand rifle developed by Jiuyuan Factory. It is characterized by being light and durable, and its effective range is not much different. Its barrel has been specially treated, and it will not produce any damage even if it fires thousands of silver bullets continuously. No problem. According to the data from the factory, the lethality of this rifle against unintentional people is at the top level. And it is also capable of fighting against the Lost."

The lost? It seemed that De had fired several shots when he met Yato that day, but it had no effect at all. If this thing is indeed effective, the risk of going to Silent Highlands by yourself will be greatly reduced.

"How much?" Wright asked without hesitation.

"Two hundred new dollars."

"Cheap!"

After packing the "Ziuyuan" brand rifle and silver bullets, Wright walked towards his three-story shabby house with vigorous steps.

The boss who sold weapons looked at Wright's back and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, while he stuffed a tentacle with fluff and a suction cup back into his clothes.