Wasteland Echoer

"Woo--Woo"

Shamon, who observed the experimental subject at close range, heard a whimpering sound similar to that of a wolfdog from MK-01's "mouth" filled with blood and milky white dirt.

At the age of 16, he began to learn courses related to anatomy, medicine, steam machinery, and even some content close to occultism from his teacher John.

Therefore, facing this dark and terrifying scene, he observed it from a scientific perspective and did not feel any fear. He even felt a bit of excitement under his inner thirst for knowledge.

"Will you turn on the power and open the cage now? Teacher." The corners of Shamen's mouth slightly raised under his fair face, and he turned to look at John longingly with his ghostly light green eyes.

"You know, Shamon. I just said, I want you to watch a play, which is more touching than "The Miserable Lord of Putoa" by Shakya, a famous writer of the Putoa Federation before the New Year. , it makes me feel sleepless at night, and I look forward to updating the scene script soon.”

John said, using rubber gloves, he found a red button from the metal table on the side that was stained with dirty liquid and showed a strange color under the light of green light.

Immediately afterwards, he rubbed the prototype button, which was about three or four centimeters in diameter. He looked down at Shamon's face, which was as white as an angel sent by the Lord to the mortal world. He tried his best to suppress his funny and sharp voice and continued:

"Shamon, unlike scientific works, do you know what the ultimate purpose of artistic works is?"

"Enlightenment, I understand this." Shamon slowly stood up and replied.

"Yes, enlightenment. You and I have the same understanding. Any wonderful and magical scene created by art will bring us deep soul thinking. Then we can determine what we like, what we want, what we fear, and then awaken the desire in our hearts through enlightenment . And then try to create something. Look at these three experimental subjects."

John pointed with a rubber-gloved finger at two other iron cages.

"MK-02 and MK-03?" Shamon asked, looking up at the metal pieces welded on the two cages.

"The first one is a spliced ​​body. I created it when I was trying to find some ideas by merging the power of unintentional burning liquid with some mysterious extraordinary powers. From its experience, I created the 'Hybrid'. He does not belong to the magical world. , the most powerful fighting machine created entirely by the power of science without touching the power of magic." John said proudly:

"The second one, MK-02's design is completely based on the octopus in the deep sea. Look at his body, all of it has been transformed into tentacles. Except for the gray human face, his body is only red and white. There are only tentacles outside his skin. His hands are wide tentacles, and his legs are tentacles enough to support him walking. And his strong core muscles are all extending tentacles outward. This is the case with the old gods of the deep sea. I want to pass He tries to feel the aura of the gods as much as possible. Although it is difficult for us to spy on them."

"Gods? Teacher, I believe in science. I believe that by creating fighting machines, we can destroy all the unintentional people in the world. Then we can rebuild all human countries in the wasteland. I have never believed in gods, because I have never seen them. Get past them." Shamon retorted in a deep voice.

"You will see it soon. After the drama of these three experimental subjects is completed, we can follow the convoy sent by Sugra to Chekavsk. When Ina wakes up completely, those vampires will be in Aaron's With help, let her recall the content of some songs. As long as the ruins of Silent Highlands and the secrets of the songs are revealed, the 'paradise' mentioned by Aaron and George will emerge. The gods come to the world through the light of the Lord, and you and I will surely be able to I caught a glimpse of it. Shamon, you are too optimistic about human beings."

John said, putting down his fingers, pulling open the metal seat beside him, taking off one of his rubber gloves, and took out an iron box from the pocket of his white shirt under his white coat.

The word "eternal life" is written on it in the Zini Empire language. It is the most popular brand of cigarettes nowadays.

Although almost all urban industrial capabilities in the wasteland have been discounted compared to pre-New Zealand dollars, the production of tobacco has never been "discounted".

On the one hand, it is because of its huge profits. The price of a box can reach close to 0.5 Singapore dollars, which is equivalent to 10 pieces of black bread.

On the one hand, it is the cultivation of the inner curling flowers of sequential monsters, which gives these things a calming effect.

It is very difficult to survive in a world where bloodshed, fighting, loss, despair, careless people, and all kinds of monsters exist without mental problems.

After John opened the iron box with some difficulty, he took out a white cigarette.

Immediately afterwards, he fiddled with a brown matchbox and took out the few remaining matches. After sliding it along the frosted part next to it a few times, a wave of excitement filled the light green space. People feel warm and hazy.

"Teacher, I always firmly believe that mankind will win in the battle against the Wuxin people. Before the New Year, we only had steam engines and simple physics. But after fighting against the Wuxin people for hundreds of years, we not only have tanks, artillery, aircraft Airships have even made unprecedented breakthroughs in chemistry. Including the radar equipment recently trialled by the Empire, they were all developed during the war. I think that as science becomes more and more on our side, we will not only be able to eliminate all Unintentional people, including the Lost. They can also explore the universe and go to the stars. They can even jump across time and space."

As Shamon spoke, his hands clenched tightly into fists unconsciously, and his light green eyes seemed to be emitting a pure white light.

That is the light of hope for the future and for mankind!

"That is your business. When I die one day, you can inherit all my manuscripts and research results. After all, what I am doing now is wandering between the Lost Ones and the Empire. It is not surprising that any accidents happen. I I am a greedy person. I love money. Otherwise I would not agree to rebuild Yato's body. I am not interested in saving the world. I only do things that can make a profit. So, I need you, a rich man like Shamon. An ideal man,” John said without any hesitation.

"Thank you, teacher." Shamon said from the bottom of his heart.

"No. You are one of our own, and I will tell you that my purpose is not pure. It is normal for a low-level professional like me who wanders between the Lost and the Empire to be abandoned by either party, but if one day I am Abandon both parties, then I will not hesitate to shoot myself in the temple. If the human world is restored to order in the future because of you, maybe I can become a great person like Imperial Prime Minister Holly. This is my selfishness .Okay Shamon," John threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, crushed it with his leather shoe a few times, and said:

"You and I have all injected the No. 15 (modified) medicine on time, right. But these discarded experimental products cannot be brought into Chekavsk. The residents of that industrial city are more fragile than Socra. A little careless. The burning liquid will plunge the place into chaos. But it is relatively better for the vampires, the lost, and humans to work together to maintain order. So, take this, Shamon."

After John finished speaking, he stood up from the metal seat and slapped his hand heavily on the red button on the dark obsidian-like tabletop.

Accompanied by the clear sound of the mechanical chain operating, a square area in the middle of the black table lifted upwards, and the small metal baffle covering it began to unfold outwards.

Then, he took out a palm-sized potion in a glass test tube that was still stained with frost, and handed it to Shamon.

"Potion No. 20, teacher, is it just one?" Sha Meng reached out to take the potion, feeling its cold temperature, and asked.

"Only one. Only one of the three experimental subjects can obtain it and return to the ranks of humans. Therefore, survival is the only measure of whether it can be obtained. In fact, they are no longer considered human beings, just an item. They may even have forgotten all the language of the Zine Empire, and are just machines that know how to kill and bite. Even if they turn into humans again, they may still be a madman." John said with a bit of disdain in his eyes.

"They have lost their wisdom and are destined to go crazy. So teacher, are we standing there watching the drama performance?" Shamon asked, pointing to the platform and guardrails made of barbed wire five or six meters above.

"Right there." John nodded.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps and the sound of metal collision, John and Shamon climbed up the metal stairs one after another.

Immediately afterwards, John pulled down the lever in front of his body. With the roar of the machinery, the doors of the three iron cages were slowly opened.

Moreover, as an obvious "click" sound passed through the light green space, the metal chains around the necks of the three experimental subjects were all broken.

They briefly gained freedom in a limited space.

"Teacher, MK-03, the cat-based experimental subject seems to have lost its vitality. It's a little less fun." Shamon said, pointing to the last cage.

John looked up and saw that the experimental subject, whose whole body was covered with black fur, whose eyes were glowing dimly, and whose hands had sharp tiger claws, was "lazily" prostrate on the ground without any movement.

"He may have retained a little bit of human wisdom." John admired. He made a cross on his chest with his hand and silently confessed his sins to the Lord.

However, with a low whimper and a high-pitched roar like a wolf, Shamen looked down. MK01 and MK02, whose eyes were full of fear just now, had quickly entered a fighting state.

Their eyes had quickly changed from the previous color to crimson.

Immediately afterwards, the two experimental subjects quickly moved towards their respective laboratory locations, moving slowly backwards, looking for a wall to lean on, trying to find a little sense of security that they longed for as humans.

But their human rationality was quickly infected by the dim space and fishy smell. Due to their transformation, the instinct of beasts deep in their hearts quickly took over.

After a few tentative roars, MK02 suddenly realized that his body covered with tentacles was much wider and stronger than MK01's tall but thin body that looked like a telephone pole.

After realizing this, he quickly contracted the muscles of his body to control the tentacles of his lower body to move forward quickly.

The tentacles on his upper body also rapidly extended forward at the same moment, like a real deep-sea giant octopus, with its weird and flexible body quickly approaching MK01, who was still unconsciously wriggling its iron whip-like tail.

boom!

The strong impact of tentacles and the metal floor passed through MK01's ears.

Even though MK02's thick tentacles struck out as fast as bullets just now, his flexible body like a cheetah would not be easily hit.

In the flash of lightning just now, he kicked the ground hard, and with the rebound force, he jumped towards MK02's unprepared neck.

Immediately afterwards, MK02 seemed to have discovered that MK01 had grabbed a strange position on his body that was difficult to reach, and began to twist his body hard and hit himself with the tentacles.

However, most of his wide tentacles attack outwards with a slight stiffness, which is also the failure of John's experiment.

In other words, its tentacles can only attack externally and cannot be retracted for any defense.

puff! puff! puff!

As three sounds of sharp objects piercing flesh came from MK02's neck, Shamon and John looked down and saw that MK02's neck had been pierced by another 20 cm long tooth of MK01.

It instantly became a pile of worthless flesh with erratically squirming tentacles.

"MK01 is really unexpected, teacher." Shamon praised.

In his eyes, this short-lasting battle was like a fox defeating a strong brown bear, so incredible.

"No, see for yourself. There is more than one climax in the play. I would like to call this play, The Lament of Desire."

John pointed at MK03, which was slowly squirming.

Then, he signaled Shamon to throw the test tube made of hard glass containing the No. 20 medicine in his hand towards MK01.

when!

The crisp sound of glass colliding with the metal floor passed by. After MK01 tentatively crawled forward with his limbs a few times, he looked at the No. 20 potion.

Shamon saw desire in its eyes, the desire for life and survival, and the desire to be a human being!

However, just as his tongue unconsciously wriggled in the blood-stained mouth and he stretched out his right hand like a plier to pick up the potion, a bloody mouth with two strong fangs instantly pierced his throat. .

Let him also become a lifeless existence like MK02.

"Wonderful." Shamon praised in admiration: "Any game will go through a long period of preparation, but the result is often revealed in an instant. So, MK03 can become that crazy human being."

"Wait a minute. Although the cat is a dependent of the forest god, it is not a dependent of science. Besides, it is not perfect." John said with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Just as Shamon was wondering about John's philosophical words, he suddenly heard a short breath and a low whimpering like a young animal.

He quickly grabbed the railing and looked down.

MK03, who had originally obtained Potion No. 20, was now on his back, lying on the ground and twitching. In his hand was the test tube containing Potion No. 20 that had been broken in half.

A mixture of scarlet blood and dark blue medicine was oozing out from the corners of his mouth.

Just half a minute later, MK03 stopped twitching and became as lifeless as the other two experimental subjects.

"He couldn't withstand the impact of the potion and died. But Shamon, our destruction work is completed. This is their fate, and it is also the fate of you, me and the future of mankind. Speaking of the young man who held the Lone Wolf Society in full bloom The incubator will be transported to Chekavsk this afternoon along with the convoy sent by Sugra. The two of us will evacuate in three days. I think it can be permanently sealed here. After all, after all Migov's people retreat, this place will soon It will become a paradise for careless people." John said, walking quickly down the metal stairs.

"Oh, okay." Shamon agreed in a daze, then glanced at MK-03, which looked like a black cat.

Suddenly, a few lines of a girl's soft singing voice that he had heard before flashed through his mind.

"The mournful cry of desire."

"The steam gears work relentlessly."

"A place of silence for you and me."

“Wisdom and inspiration will come.”

“The golden shine of the fields.”

"Waiting for the order's decision."

I recommend a friend's book "The Tsundere System is the Princess" which has a good beginning and is worth reading.