Wasteland Echoer

"A gray dream? Is it possible...?"

"certainly."

…

Zhenye Empire, Old Uko Province, Provisional Council of Migov Town.

The dilapidated two-story brick building resembled a pre-Imperial village and was stained with scorch marks left by artillery bombardment. It was deliberately painted with cheaper white paint.

Fortunately, it is mid-to-late March of the New Lunar Calendar, and the snow in most cities in the Zine Empire, which has a temperate continental climate, has not yet completely melted. Along with some inexplicable strong winds for a few days, this city named "Migov" There was not much smell of paint residue in the room of the "Provisional Committee Residence".

Boom, boom, boom.

Accompanied by the eight bells of the Migov Church that rang in the early morning, participants of the ad hoc wartime intelligence meeting composed of various defeated regiments and the Migov local committee walked along the cement poured with turbid filtered water. The stone brick path leads to the station on the edge of Migov Town, which is not grand but is relatively quiet and secluded.

"Hello, Moros Vladimir. This is Brett Klein. We are appointed by the Socra Guards and the City Committee to participate in the intelligence discussion of this battle. This is my resident card, and the escort Team membership card.”

The one who spoke was Moros. He was wearing a guard's silver-white top that had been washed repeatedly with water until it turned pale, and white tactical trousers. He was standing at the "temporary station" where only a few people had arrived.

Owing to his temporary assignment, he was dressed to the utmost cleanliness, neatness and propriety within the confines of limited resources.

"Hello. Thank you Mo Oh, sorry, Mr. Molos represents the Sugla Guards in participating in this battle discussion. I am the governor of the Migov Council, Andrei Ivanovovich Botep Fort. We, Oh, and Mr. Brett, right, this should be the first time we meet. I remember that you were not present at the first two battle discussions last week. Can you explain the reason?" Andrei, the leader of Migov, used A slightly older voice asked.

He wore a military green coat in the uniform style of the Zine Empire and had a steel badge on his chest engraved with the Zine Empire's double-headed eagle symbol. In the center of the badge, a larger "" was written in Imperial letters. M” seems to represent his identity.

While speaking, Andre took over Moros and Brett's square resident certificate and rectangular member certificate and checked them over and over again. After touching the steel seal on the resident certificate and seeing the personal signature of Guard General George on the guard member certificate, After a few words, Andre nodded unconsciously and respectfully returned the two documents.

"It's like this," Moros explained after taking the certificate: "Our friend and the child who was killed by the Lone Wolf Society were seriously injured before. In addition, the friend was not mentally stable, so I went to accompany him for a few times. God. But I remember that orders were indeed issued to me, Brett, and several other guards officers before the two previous battle seminars. It’s just that their ranks are higher than mine, and I am only Silver Blade 4-star, so It wouldn’t have been my turn to attend the meeting.”

"But yesterday's telegram from Sugra, the capital, stated that you and Mr. Moros' professional ranks are Silver Blade 5 and Red Earth 1. You must be qualified to participate in the meeting. Of course, if it is for the sake of your comrades, This is understandable. After all, I have only retired from the army less than three years ago. After all, I am getting old." Andre said with a sigh.

There was a bit of sadness on his face covered with chapped wrinkles, and the corners of his mouth, which was slightly broken due to lack of water and had some bleeding, were also trembling slightly.

"Raised our rank? Haha." Moros smiled bitterly and said:

"I have served the Guards and Sogra organizations for more than ten years without improving my rank. This time the Guards thought of me? If this is true, I'm afraid things will get weird."

After Moros finished speaking, he nodded slightly, then turned his head and glanced at Brett.

"Have all the people attending the meeting here been promoted?" Brett asked in his trademark rich voice.

"A small amount." Andre said with a hint of displeasure in his eyes:

"It is worthy to be promoted through life and death for the empire. Those who contribute will be remembered. The empire has never forgotten any hero, just like the two soldiers who attended the meeting on behalf of the escort before. They fell on the way to explore the forward position. But they are really miserable."

"Timothy and Kyle? Their combat capabilities should be close to those of ordinary Lost people. Are they killed in battle?" A trace of fear flashed in Moros' eyes.

"Yes. At first I just heard that they were missing, but later when I went to look for them with a few soldiers from the Donusk and Chekavsk regiments, I only found two heads, as well as a place with broken internal organs and sticky bright red Blood. Although combatants are often used to seeing survival and death, such a tragic situation must also leave discomfort for those young men." Andre said, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Did the Lost do it?" Moros asked curiously.

"Maybe. But it's more like the work of some kind of wild beast. They saw traces of being torn by wolves on the broken head, and other parts where white thick liquid was flowing out. They also saw traces of wolves, but it seemed that there were still traces of wolves. There were traces of being scratched by bear claws, traces of bullets passing through, and parts that seemed to have been strangled by long tentacles.

It's complicated anyway. If it were before the New Year, I'm afraid the Imperial Security Force would have sent out a so-called investigation team. But now, it's okay to blame the Lost Ones. Our enemies are not only unintelligent and careless people, but also the lost ones who organize churches in religious forms. In short, the battle situation is getting more and more complicated. Oh, right. "Andre took a look at the old military watch and said:

"It's 8:26. There is still half an hour for the battle intelligence discussion. You can go in and sit down first. Although supplies are scarce now, we have prepared a lot of military canned fruits for you. Sugra's previous telegram issued an order. If you are disappointed, If the rebels and unintentional people tend to surround Migov, retreating to Chekavsk is still the first choice. However, if Zhnetsk or Sokra can support and the situation improves, the empire's goal is still the Silent Highlands. It is said that there are Some resources that the empire urgently needs. Oh, by the way, here are some documents from the previous meetings, you can use them as a reference."

Andre said, taking out two documents printed with a manual printer from the broken table with green paint on the side, with the word "Top Secret" printed on the cover in Zine Empire language, and handed them to Moros and Brett.

"Thanks."

"Thank you." After Moros and Brett simply thanked them, they looked through the documents and walked into the "lobby" of the resident conference room where there were only a few people.

…

Zhenye Empire, Migov Town, Migov Hospital.

"A gray dream, a gray dream?" Wright, wearing a rough military green shirt, was lying in a ward room that was so white that it almost made people feel claustrophobic, with a faint red light surging in his hands, and he murmured. road.

Although no infection was found in the examination on the underground floor of the hospital two days ago, his physical condition was generally healthy, and there was no trend of transforming into a superpower in the human world, but after his attending doctor and temporary It seemed to the hospital nurse that Wright was indeed mentally unstable.

Of course, the wounds that penetrated his not-so-tall body and the burns on 30% of the skin on his body healed naturally. The doctor could only attribute it to his strong self-healing ability and the high medical level of the hospital.

However, judging from the fact that in recent days, Wright has not only been sleeping, but also muttering about the divination language he learned from somewhere, and talking to himself for a long time, it seems that he really has a tendency of schizophrenia.

"Grey Dream, can you really give it a try?" In the empty single ward, Wright once again muttered strange words.

But immediately after, the faint red light in Wright's hand gradually became brighter and seemed to be shining.

In his eyes, the surrounding environment began to gradually become dim, except for the red power in his hand that was gradually forming the shape of a human face.

"Of course, I said it." The man's face twisted into a weird mouth with simple lines made of flames, and said.

"Fall into a deep dream, and then play the role of a certain god, or a certain extinct mysterious race. In this way, you can get in touch with various upper-level professionals, broaden your knowledge, or allow yourself to use the power of the magic source to form I got some kind of inspiration when I was alive. There is one thing that no one should have told you. After all, you are a member of the Guards, and it is forbidden to talk about extraordinary things in the Guards." The red-faced man said, with a bit of sharpness in his tone. Seductive tone.

"Which point?" Wright asked curiously, his eyes glowing with a faint red light as he stared at the "red face" in his hand.

"Among the seven sequence cores, human beings are born with the sequence core of sequence 7 wisdom. The first one is inspiration, and you should be able to touch it soon. Most people who have lost this sequence core can obtain it. This is their challenge in the face of survival and The product of the choice of death. But you, Wright." The eyeballs on the human face rotated strangely in a circle and continued:

"The future ruler of the Crimson Wasteland world, the controller of the Extraordinary Gray Mist, the controller of the scarlet magic source, the future owner of the Sune Empire, the future guardian of the human world, and the founder of the Fifth Era. .Don’t you want to obtain all the sequence cores one by one, then become a demigod step by step, and finally step into the realm of gods?”

"Have you peeked into my mind?" Wright said slightly panicked, biting his lip subconsciously.

"Ever since you were injured in Sugra's chest and fell into coma, I have been able to synchronize some of the feelings in your body. It was not until the lost person named Yato tried to completely awaken your power that I had a chance to come out. However, Let me remind you, I don’t want to know about your past, but I am very interested in your future. And if you want to ask me any information about your chest injury. I’m sorry, I don’t know.” The red face actually curled his lips , said.

"That's it." Wright deliberately showed a weird smile, trying to pass his hands through the bright red flame that formed the human face.

"Come on, come on, I'm afraid of you." The man-face quickly begged for mercy:

"To be honest, I don't know either. But the priest named John is right, you can go to Chekavsk. I can sense the breath of various magic sources surging in that direction. Moreover, you have now been captured The sequence card has been recognized as the upper-level profession [Order]. Although there is still a lack of formal certification, I can guide you in using the red magic source power on the one hand. The more mature Lost One is more important to your professional guidance. "

"That's right," Wright retracted his hand, looked at the blazing flames, and said:

"By the way, it really scared me when I got married last time. Fortunately, you told me that the spell should come from the book "Raleye's Evening Prayer" written by some people who claimed to be extraordinary before the New Year. This is Part of the memory brought by the power of the red magic source, right? So after I silently recited the name of the goddess of light in my heart these few times, you appeared normally."

Wright thought for a few seconds, held his chin with one hand and said:

"You said that you are the former holder of the red magic source power, a half-spiritual product left by the demigod whose name has been hidden. You don't know how I obtained the red magic source power, but you only recognize this power. , so you are willing to cooperate with me. And you mentioned a sequential god. Maybe the singing mentioned by Moros and the others in their chat is related to this god, right."

The red face "nodded".

"So, I can really try to use the red magic source power instead of the magic source potion to enter the gray dream and communicate with any other race that holds the magic source power to learn more about the red magic source power and my own Information. If you want to understand the profession of [Order] and the correct use of the red magic source power, in addition to Mr. Aaron in Chekavsk, you can also follow Sugra's order and go to Silent Highlands with Moros and the others. Get in touch with the Church of the Lost there, right?" Wright said, summarizing the information he had communicated with the red face these past few times.

"Yes. And my magic source power can sense that there is a god awakening in the direction of Silent Highlands. Maybe he is the owner of that confused singing voice."

"The confused song..." Wright repeated subconsciously.

"Yes, and He will definitely appear as a woman. Finding Him will definitely provide you with some answers. About yourself, your past, your future, your body, and even this desperate... The answer to the wasteland world. But there is one more thing..."

"What?" Wright interrupted.

"I am here, in this Migov Hospital, and I feel a very strong demonic power and extraordinary aura, which seems to come out of the ground. And I seem to hear several roars of the wolf god. I I think, Wright, you should go meet the boy from the Lone Wolf Society you saved."

Wright's power begins to awaken.