Wasteland Echoer

"Heartless person? Here?" Haibo asked nervously following De's words.

Is this the careless man mentioned in the General History of Socrates?

It is said that they are all humans infected by viruses and mysterious forces and have lost consciousness, but our mission is just to check the waterways?

Isn't this a routine inspection?

Besides, there has been no record of unintentional invasion of Socra for more than five hundred years. Why is the monster approaching this place this time?

Haibo suddenly felt his scalp numb.

Could it be that De is deceiving me?

Could routine inspections be just an excuse, with a deeper purpose to allow us to directly fight unintentional people?

But that doesn’t make sense!

If it was De's conspiracy, he wouldn't have come down with me. Besides, the Wuxin people have appeared since the first year of the New Yuan Dynasty.

More than five hundred years have passed now. Even though the technology tree of this world is almost the same as that of my original world before and after World War I, it is only a matter of time before we can figure out how to deal with them, so it is impossible.

Could it be that it's because of Wright himself? That note actually revealed his fate, and now that I have traveled through time and space into his body, is it possible that I should also accept the same fate?

"No one will be saved!"

The non-existent, ethereal Zine Empire language recited in Wright's voice echoed in Haibo's ears again.

Mixed with the slowly squirming Heartless people in front of him, and the hot liquid splashing out from their hearts, Haibo seemed to see Wright's withered face smiling at him, and then...

"bump!"

The sound of bullets brought him back to reality. After all, De was a native of Sucra. He had read the standard way of dealing with unintentional people since he was a child.

"Hey, Wright, what are you doing there? Hurry and deal with these careless people. They should have mutated not long ago. It's not too late to deal with them now." De said.

Immediately afterwards, in front of Haibo, De turned another somewhat sturdy Wuxin man to his front, picked up the "Bingyu" pistol, took two steps back, and accurately fired the pistol at his heart. trigger.

"Touch! Touch!"

When the bullet passed through the heart of the heartless man's exposed red heart that was beating slightly, a large hole opened in the piece of iron that was as hard as a machine and suddenly dimmed.

The "General History of Socrates" that Haibo borrowed has a detailed description of the heart of the unintentional person.

After a human transforms into a Heartless, the skin around the heart will be burned and corroded by the hot lava, and a hard machine will take its place.

If the heart mutation is completed, there will be no possibility for humans to transform back. Following this, the blood all over the body will gush out from all directions, and it will be completely replaced with bright red fuel in less than a day.

Humans in the early New Yuan Dynasty named it "ether", but the name "burning liquid" of the city of Socra is more realistic.

"Wright, it's your turn. I'm a little exhausted. Although you have just completed the mission in the outer area and you must be in poor physical condition now, I really can't do it anymore." After executing several unintentional people, De said to him breathlessly. Haibo said.

"Oh, okay, I got it." Haibo quickly agreed, imitating De's example and pulling the nearest Wuxin person under his feet.

Looking at the blood-stained and slightly squirming Human Heart in front of him, Haibo could only feel his heart pounding. As a law-abiding citizen of the original world, let alone such a disgusting scene, even if his hand was cut like this He rarely saw scenes that showed a little bit of blood.

"No, you must not reveal your identity. I am Wright, I am Wright. Wright is a member of the Sogra City Guards. He should have experienced hundreds of battles and risked life and death for mankind. It is impossible to collapse in such a situation. I want Calm down, I want to calm down. Yes, pretend as if nothing happened, Wright should be very skilled at dealing with careless people."

Haibo thought like this and took a long breath to try to calm down.

Isn’t he just a careless person? Don't be nervous, be calm, calm is needed in melancholy days... happy... wrong... right things will be done.

After thinking of a poet's verse from nowhere, Haibo finally suppressed the feeling that his heart was about to burst. He raised his Kuang Bear pistol and pointed it at the unintentional person in front of him, whose face was glowing as if heated by high temperature. The metallic red chest pulled the trigger.

"Crack!"

It got stuck!

It doesn't matter, there must be something wrong with the gun, or an accident. I'll try again.

"Crack!"

Stuck again?

Haibo had a puzzled expression on his face, and then he picked up the pistol and pulled the trigger hard, as if his defense had been broken, until De's mocking voice came:

"You didn't put any bullets. I heard you were very careless with firearms in the outer area, haha."

"Oh, bullet?" Haibo stroked his short black hair and used an awkward smile to cover up his inner panic.

I was really too nervous. I wanted to imitate Wright's behavior, but I forgot such an important thing!

Fortunately, Wright's memory fragments are still of some use. Although he has to piece it together by himself most of the time, he will not forget much of the survival skills engraved in his bones.

After loading the "Crazy Bear" brand pistol with bullets specially made of silver material, Haibo once again imitated De's example and took two steps back.

Then, he took another deep breath and shot the three bullets he had just loaded into Wu Xinren's heart.

"Bump! Bump! Bump!" The three bullets mixed with the slight sound of wind created a faint yellow line as thin as a flame.

Just like the effect caused by Germany, under the splashing sparks, the steel-like heart of the Wuxinman was penetrated directly by the silver bullet, causing a large hole in it, and red "burning liquid" gushes out.

Since the heart is the core part of the body for an unintentional person, damage there basically declares its death.

Looking at the "burning liquid" gradually flowing out from Wuxinren's heart in front of him, Haibo felt an indescribable complex emotion in his heart.

Half of it belongs to Wright's body, a sense of ultimate relaxation and happiness in the aftermath of the disaster, and the other half belongs to him, the guilt and guilt for the killing.

After all, I was not born in the wasteland. I can still feel guilty for annihilating the unintentional people who are so similar to human beings.

However, there should be no need for guilt and guilt in this kind of wasteland. Such things must be happening here all the time.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but after the first time, the next two or three times, or even a thousand or ten thousand times will be much easier.

With the help of Wright's memory fragments and his relatively qualified psychological quality, there was only one unintentional person left in front of them who was covered in blood and ready to move, waiting for the mutation to be completed.

But for that one, Haibo couldn't say whether he could be counted among the unintentional people.

After all, the criterion for judging an unintentional person is the heart. Although the person in front of him was covered in blood, there were no traces of ulceration in his heart. Even the iconic "burning liquid" was not seen on his body.

He was not sure whether he was qualified to execute the person in front of him. He wanted to discuss it with De.

"De, look at this person, he shouldn't be considered a... careless person." Haibo said to De behind him.

"Let me take a look." With a puzzled expression, De kicked away the executed Wu Xinren who was leaking burning fluid, and walked forward quickly.

Although the face of the person in front of him was covered in blood, it could be seen from the gray hair and slightly wrinkled dirty cheeks that he was a man of about fifty years old.

Half of his clothes were stained with thick and sticky blood, and the clothes and body tissues on his left arm had disappeared, as if he had just been torn apart by some kind of brute force.

Dark red blood was slowly dripping from the broken part of his arm. His right hand still held a dark black pistol, but his face had a very frightened expression and he murmured something. Some incomprehensible words stared ahead in fear.

"Who are you?" De stopped Haibo behind him, raised his pistol and pointed it at the man in front of him and asked.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The man's vocal cords seemed to have been damaged in some way. He tried his best to explain something, but when he reached his mouth, only a hoarse cry like a beast was left.

"No need to look anymore." De looked solemn, turned around and said to Haibo:

"This is a precursor to his mutating into a Heartless Man. Normally, he will start to mutate two hours after being contaminated with Heartless Blood or dirt. I'm afraid he has already passed two hours and is hopeless."

"Then if it's within two hours, can we still save him?" Haibo suddenly asked, feeling an inexplicable pity for the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Well, Potion No. 13 can save his life, but he doesn't need it anymore. Let's execute him, Wright." After saying that, De handed the pistol to Haibo and thoughtfully loaded the gun for him. .

"I..." Haibo felt a panic in his heart.

It was the first time he saw a human being whose entire body was stained with blood, instead of the unintentional person with the red "burning liquid" flowing out just now. He felt sick with an inexplicable rise in stomach acid.

He suppressed his physical discomfort and said:

"As you know, De, my mission in the outer area is very difficult. I have been feeling inexplicably exhausted in the past few days since I came here. I also felt like I was shaking unconsciously when I was holding a pistol just now."

He deliberately took out his right hand, which was wearing a black tactical glove, and made a trembling movement on purpose.

After all, he was born with an inexplicable sense of guilt regarding the execution of a real human being, especially coupled with his physical discomfort, which made him feel extremely resistant.

After all, Dan De is a native of Socrates, and he must abide by all the rules in the Socrates city.

This is order! These are the rules to follow!

If you encounter someone in Sokra whose face is covered in blood, or if the proportion of blood flowing out of your body is close to 50%, you will be regarded as an unintentional person by default, and there will be no exceptions!

"Touch!" De acquiesced to Haibo's explanation, glanced at him with concern, pushed Haibo away, and used the "Bingyu" pistol to kill the poor uncle in front of him.

But immediately after, De's gun muzzle turned and instantly touched Haibo's forehead.

"You are really not Wright, right? I heard that he is a experienced warrior, and he rarely suffers from physical discomfort. And the outer area is the newly excavated ruins of the Lost Swamp. But I heard that there are extraordinary and magical things, and even some people You have performed a ritual to summon the 'Apostle of the Gods', did that mission really affect you?" De suddenly asked sternly.

What? Could it be that the "shaky hands and discomfort" I just experienced were inconsistent with Wright's way of life and exposed himself?

Or is it that my behavior is so different from that of Wright that it arouses his suspicion?

But it was indeed a real physical and psychological discomfort just now. Perhaps the rules of the wasteland world are decisiveness and cruelty, and I unintentionally violated the well-known rules.

Or, in fact, Germany already knew that I was not Wright, and brought me here just to test whether I was affected by my mission in the outer area?

So, is Wright's death related to Germany?

Although he was so frightened by De's behavior that he broke into a cold sweat, Haibo's brain was still running at high speed, trying to find a way to break the deadlock.

Physical fighting was impossible. De was an elite member of the escort team, and Haibo himself had never learned any fighting skills. With such a heavy and weak body, it would be difficult to deal with an unintentional person who could not move.

In this case, I can only muddle through through "talking".

The content about the history and extraordinary things of Socrates that he had read in "General History of Socrates" last night suddenly appeared in Haibo's mind. He imitated Wright's tone as much as possible, pursed his lips and explained:

"I...I am Wright...you know, I am a living human being. Because of the existence of the dome in the Holy City of Sogra, most of the extraordinary and magical objects in the outer area will not cause great harm to the dome. , and humans affected by these cannot survive normally under the dome, and will not cause harm to the city. Even products related to gods will be weakened by the dome, right?

And I'm still alive, right, I don't have any supernatural powers similar to gods, and my mind is normal. Doesn't that just prove that I'm not affected? Besides, any soldier who has experienced hundreds of battles will also encounter physical discomfort. "

"That's true, but," De's tone was slightly more relaxed, but still a bit stern and cautious:

"There has been a sequenced monster MB-1333 in the outer area: people whose bodies have been invaded by the replacement eye. They will gradually be affected by the monster and be replaced by it. The influence of the 'replacement eye' will not be very obvious in the early stage. Later, it will be affected by the monster." After completely occupying the body, they will imitate all the behaviors and actions of humans in life, and even help humans fulfill their unfulfilled wishes. Although they usually do not possess human intelligence, in the end they all went to attack legions across the Zine Empire. the way.

I miss you, Wright, although those extraordinary and magical things cannot exist in this city for a long time, but the humans who were infected with them in the early stage can still survive, but they are easy to fall into madness.

The previous actions were so dangerous, but you survived, and I heard that in the days when rumors of the summoning ritual were popular, members of your team were either drained of blood and died, or became crazy and died. You are still alive. The point has to make me suspicious. "

De said, but his hand was firmly on the trigger, his leg muscles contracted slightly, he took two steps back and faced Haibo in a defensive posture.

Ordinal monster? MB1333: Replacement Eye? A ritual to summon an angel?

I am not a monster, I am a living person! Just a time traveler.

But in other words, I just need to prove that I am not contaminated by extraordinary power during operations in the outer area and replaced by a sequential monster or possessed by a so-called "apostle of the gods". If Jean believes this, I may be trusted.

"I am not a monster, nor have I been possessed by an 'apostle of gods' due to extraordinary power. You can test my cognitive ability and memory ability of general knowledge." Haibo said with a slightly trembling tone. He made a bet. After all, the memory fragments show that he and De have only known each other for the past two weeks.

More general knowledge has been introduced in detail in the "General History of Socrates".

"Okay, then..."

Just when De was about to tell the test question, there was a burst of heavy footsteps behind them.

It seemed to be the sound of some huge creature. The sound of footsteps one after another almost shook the ground.

Only four or five seconds later, only a mysterious man wearing a black robe and about 1.6 meters tall appeared in front of Haibo and De.

But as the man gradually approached the bright spot of Waterway No. 25, Haibo and Decai discovered the strangeness that they had just ignored.

It was not a person, but a combination of human and monster.

Although he had a human appearance, the scarlet tail that was more than ten meters long behind him firmly exposed him.

Moreover, as his mouth opened and closed, a scarlet tentacle covered in viscous liquid stretched out from his dark cuffs.

The image looks like a combination of a human body and an octopus tentacle.

It really made Haibo's stomach acid surge again.

Facing the monster, De instantly turned the muzzle of his gun and blocked Haibo.

But before he could ask, the monster made a human voice first.

"You...you are wrong, him," the monster pointed at Haibo with its tentacles and said:

"He is not a monster in order, but a god, the decider of order 51. The product of choice...selection. The red magic source power belongs to...belongs to him. He is the person chosen by the dark night."