Wasteland Echoer

"General George?" Wright asked in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, he realized that his emotions and tone were particularly high due to excitement, and then he coughed twice, suppressed his throat, and said in a deep voice:

"General George? Are you talking about George Sugla, the general of Sugla's escort, Mr. George?"

"Uh, yes, that's him. I learned the news from a lost child. But since you are an upper-level professional, if we have common interests and goals in this matter, please try your best to make this matter as clear as possible. Keep things hidden, otherwise you may encounter unexpected results." "Mechanical Spirit" reminded sincerely.

"I know this, I know how to do it." Wright pretended to be serious.

He suppressed his trembling right hand as much as possible, suppressed the inexplicable pain in his chest as much as possible, and looked up at the "Mechanical Spirit"'s mechanical eyes with light blue light.

"I mean the ceremony, what else do you know?" Wright asked, biting his lower lip hard, hoping to calm down.

"That's right, Mr. Echoer." "Mechanical Spirit" reported the "stage name" used by Wright for the first time and replied:

"Mr. George and... worked with a young lady to perform a ceremony." "Mechanical Spirit" was entangled in his heart for two seconds and did not say Natasha's name.

"Is there a more detailed description of the ceremony?" Wright asked, trying his best to put on a smile.

After all, before he traveled through time, he had encountered several magicians in black cloaks in his dreams who were performing some kind of ritual on him. In addition to asking him in the Sune Empire language he was already familiar with, "Do you want to be silent?" "You?" Do you have desires?" In addition to a few strange questions, I also heard a language that looked like the Zine Empire language, but most of the words were obscure.

Perhaps, my time travel is related to the ritual in my dream?

While Wright was thinking, "Mechanical Spirit" held his petite chin with his broad mechanical palm and looked up at the gray sky. After thinking for several seconds, he lowered his head respectfully and said carefully:

"Two rituals."

"Two ceremonies?"

"Yes, one of them is the use of the power of the Lord of the Dark Night, the No. 2 god, maybe a dark relic. In short, after the proposal to admit the Heartless and the Lost into Socra failed, George tried to summon some kind of god Come to protect Sugra. He sacrificed his son to the dark night during the ceremony. But it seems that the ceremony failed. His son, who is said to be an illegitimate son, is currently missing. Together with him, he is mainly responsible for the formation of the magic source power. The spirit woman was also executed in the name of the Lost." "Mechanical Spirit" told the truth.

Lord of the Night? It is a god. The uncle who sells kerosene lamps seems to have mentioned it. It is said that there are many people who believe in this god in Socrates.

Mr. George...'s son? And the ritual, if it's a ritual with a woman, could it be that crazy woman Natasha, or some other lost person?

He is really a mysterious man, but the ritual, Yatuo has repeatedly mentioned the ritual many times, if it is related to the power of the red magic source, then I am not completely out of danger yet?

The danger of "suicide" with a "Bear" pistol?

Wright's brain was running rapidly, using his knowledge and thinking to try to piece together the possible context of the incident.

However, just as he was trying to connect key words with various known information, his brain began to feel inexplicable pain, like countless bamboo sticks being inserted and stirred from the seven orifices, making it impossible for him to concentrate his thoughts.

At the same time, in addition to the dull pain in his chest, the heart was also accompanied by violent irregular heartbeats and throbbing, which made it impossible for him to think about more information about the "Lord of the Night" and "Mr. George".

Simply, he turned back, half-lowered his head, and thumped his chest several times as relief.

"The second... ceremony, I probably guessed some information. You... don't need to describe it. By the way, is there any... other... relevant information?" Wright asked with a weak voice of pain.

Obviously, the second ritual is once every forty years in the city of Socra. It uses the power of the Goddess of Light and the Lord of Dark Night to purify the city of Socra that is contaminated by the unintentional burning liquid and the aura of the lost. This is on the surface.

If there is an arrangement, it is a conspiracy. Since I am in the place most accessible to Sugra, it will be much easier to obtain information.

"Mr. Echoer, according to my inference, the god of Silent Highlands, the 'Daughter of Mechanical Yuan' whose name we temporarily know is not only related to the Lord of Machinery, but may be a god created by him, or maybe because of some Weapons made by praying. In short, at least three parties are now eyeing it. However, according to the current situation, it seems that none of the three parties have found a suitable entry point to explore or find out about Him." "Mechanical Spirit" interrupted Wright's thoughts said.

"Besides Socra City or the Zine Empire, which two parties are there?" Wright asked in confusion, but still lowered his head to cover up his painful expression.

"The Church of the Lost is considered one party. Currently, the three major Lost Churches in the Zine Empire: 'Church of Hope', 'Church of Dark Night' and 'Church of Giants' have already established strongholds and even fortress-like buildings outside the Silent Highlands. They made several attempts to go deep into the ruins, but after all, the outer Gobi Desert wrapped the inner yellow sand, and many people who entered would never return. The strong lost ones were also inevitable. Therefore, in addition to studying prophecies, divination, and ancient books, they In addition to looking for hints, we are also trying to cooperate with others." "Machine Spirit" said.

"This is consistent with my speculation. And it may be cooperation with the Human Alliance. After all, I witnessed the second-level fire of punishment at Kefu Station, and the complete defeat of the five major armies of the empire. It was really tragic." Wright sighed.

"So the Empire has completely given up on the plan to open Route 65? Also, is this a sacrificial act by the Empire?" "Mechanical Spirit" got to the point of the matter.

"It's just a guess. I have no evidence. Besides, in my capacity, speaking in front of the empire about matters related to the Lost or Extraordinary Magic is destined to lead to death. My ending may not be better than that of a mad woman." Wright The last half of the sentence was said in a low breath and a quick tone.

"I understand, I understand. But after talking to you for such a long time, I would like to remind you of something." "Mechanical Spirit" suddenly changed the topic, and his eyes were also glowing with a faint dark red light.

"Excuse me?" Wright was inexplicably polite.

"'Sorrow', I feel the strong aura of 'Sorrow' on your body." "Machine Spirit" said with certainty.

"What is...'sorrow'?" Wright turned around, looked down at the iris pattern at his feet, and asked.

"Pain, pain that is engraved in my heart, as well as loss and unwillingness. However, those emotions do not seem to be limited to you. The people around you must have hidden something from you, otherwise I would not have smelled such weird information." "Mechanical Spirit" explained.

"Sad"? Wright thought: "That's right. It's grief. My time travel and several brushes with death must have accumulated pain, loss and unwillingness. But the grief of the people around me? If they have the same emotions as me, they must be for me. What am I hiding? There is no other possibility for empathy other than witnessing similar experiences. Maybe it was Moros? Or Brett? Or was it De who 'accidentally' executed him? I will try to come up with a story when I have time. "

Wright secretly made up his mind that after all, the current development of things related to him was either based on George's order or Brett's guidance, and he had to find out more about it.

Otherwise, it is not impossible to travel through time again!

"I understand." After taking a long breath, Wright nodded and said.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Echoer, in addition to these two forces, there is actually a third party, which is me." "Mechanical Spirit" pointed at himself with a thick silver-white finger.

"You?" Wright couldn't help but sneered.

"Both are the products of the Lord of Machinery. To tell you the truth, I have part of the power of the Lord of Machinery, and I am also pursuing him. You should have heard of the promotion of the sequence core. It is difficult for a machine to possess human intelligence. We must Only by contacting the mystery can we get to the core, advance ourselves, and gain a career. This is also what makes us different from humans. However, I have no way of knowing whether there are other mechanical bodies besides me that are also staring at the daughter of Tool Yuan. But I am in the underworld. You can sense my mission in the dark world." "Mechanical Spirit" said.

"Mechanical body? I can see it. But speaking of 'mechanical spirit', I think the time I spent in the gray dream has exceeded a certain limit. I did not enter here through the common potion method, but Simply relying on magic power. Therefore, if there is no other information, I must consider how to exit and sort out the information exchanged with you." Wright said.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his right hand, preparing to condense the red magic power in his body and recite a spell.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Echoer. I'm surprised by your ability to enter the gray dream without using magic source potion, but I still have one piece of information that I need to share with you. To thank you for your guidance." "Mechanical Spirit " said sincerely.

Guidance? Am I that powerful? Is it equivalent to the wise men of the Second Age?

Wright smiled bitterly in his heart and nodded slightly, maintaining the sense of mystery from the beginning.

"I just heard that the search for the Goddess of Tools and the opening of the temple require a woman as a guide. She can not only sing songs related to the Goddess of Tools, but also play them. If you and I can get information about her information, or meet her, then contact with the Goddess of Tool Yuan will be more beneficial to you and me."

"Women? Women and songs? You actually shared such important information with me? Unbelievable." Wright sighed, shaking his head subconsciously.

"I can sense that you and I will eventually meet, 'Echoer', please believe me, the woman who sings the song."

Before Wright could take over the "Mechanical Spirit"'s words, an ethereal and childish voice like a child suddenly came from the gray fog.

"He was right, it was a woman, a blonde woman. I caught glimpses of her purity many times in my pain."

When the sound passed through the solid altar, the space at the center of the six-pointed star in front of Wright and the "Mechanical Spirit" twisted inwardly.

Immediately afterwards, as the black and blood-colored light flashed together, a messy colorful light appeared in the middle of the six-pointed star.

When the light gradually faded and turned into reality, Wright heard a clear sound of animal roaring, and several frightening low panting sounds similar to those of cats.

"Cat? Big cat?" Wright exclaimed.

"Cat?" "Mechanical Spirit" said towards the crawling "feline" on the six-pointed star:

"The old Crusaders once regarded the cat as a descendant of the forest god Wells. It is the embodiment of wisdom and supernatural power. You see, its flashing fluorescent eyes seem to be able to spy on souls from other worlds. Could it be that , is this also an upper-class professional?"

"I'm not a cat, I'm a wolf! Wolf!" The "cat" actually made a human voice from its throat.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a pitiful and sharp roar in front of Wright.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Humans have human voices, and beasts have beastly voices. It is indeed weird for one voice to be heard in another body, but if two voices are heard in one body at the same time, things become doubly weird.

When Wright heard the miserable roar, he quickly withdrew the surging magic power, took two steps back, and observed the "cat" in front of him.

Its entire body was a mixture of pure black and scarlet, with countless crimson bloodstains left over from being whipped on the pitch-black fur.

Its tail does not look like a cat or a wolf, but takes on the shape of an octopus tentacle. In addition to having staggered suckers, it seems to be stained with some kind of dark green inexplicable liquid.

The tip of its nose has been completely stained with blood, and even the entire ferocious cheek of the beast has completely turned into a product of blood and wounds. Even one of its ears was cut by something similar to scissors, leaving a smooth of wounds.

It seemed that it was the few wiggling whiskers at the mouth and the low whimpering mixed with multiple sounds that made Wright think of it as a "cat". It seemed to be because of the pure black fur with some remaining lubrication.

But in short, there must be some unexpected reason for breaking into the gray dream with the identity of the weird beast that is almost two and a half meters long.

"Your body...is human." Wright asked tentatively.

"Wolf" did not answer immediately, but after a "gurgling" sound similar to that of a sewer and a low whimpering sound came from his throat, he reluctantly replied in a low and childish voice:

"I am a young wolf, and I am falling into torture and pain. I don't know why I entered a laboratory incubator full of instruments and green liquid. During these dark days, I... was whipped and stabbed. Blows and cuts. But this time I finally escaped from the pain for a short time. After all, the remaining magic power combined with extreme pain can send me to this peaceful place where I forget the pain."

"Young wolf? Lone wolf club?" Wright unconsciously connected the two words and said while looking at the "young wolf" covered in bruises.

"You know the Lone Wolf Society? I beg you, save me, save me! Save me!"

Young Wolf's voice became urgent and stern.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly propped up his body and pounced towards Wright with his sharp wolf claws.

Suddenly, the surrounding gray dream began to become distorted, and the endless thick fog completely enveloped Wright's body, making him unable to move.

Before he could recite the red-faced professor's spell, the red magic power in Wright's body automatically overflowed and turned into countless threads and sparks, wrapping around his body.

Accompanied by the murmurs, pleas, prayers, curses, and whimpering that gradually faded away in my ears again.

Wright even heard a child's voice pronouncing the Zintian language word, "luo Nie."

But then, after these sounds and the endless gray fog in front of him disappeared at the same time, Wright's vision gradually became clear.

With beads of sweat dripping from his forehead covered with messy black hair, Wright suddenly woke up from his "dream" and returned to the empty and white room, hung with the imperial prime minister "Holly Clay" and the superior bishop "Lord." "Image" oil painting.

A sense of exhaustion, disorientation and inexplicable hunger enveloped Wright's mind, forcing him to fall down on the white hospital bed again, unconsciously staring at his empty hands, and murmuring:

"The red magic source power... does it have the ability to protect?"

In the next few chapters, the fast-paced plot begins, and there will be scenes of fighting Wuxin.