Wasteland Echoer

"Sure enough, it has something to do with the lost swamp and the ritual, and they are two things I have no memory of at all." Wright smiled bitterly, looking up at the wallpaper engraved with strange curling flower patterns, and felt a sense of dizziness in his head.

"Amnesia? That may be a normal phenomenon of the ritual that George and Yato performed on you." Brett turned his attention back to Wright's neat and soft light blue bed, and temporarily changed the subject, as if he had something to say. Said pointing.

"You know the ritual? So you also know Yato, right? The power in my body now, including the tentacles that popped up when I fought Kayas in the back garden of Migov Church that day, is also an external manifestation of this power. One of the manifestations of human nature." Wright naturally talked about the "extraordinary" things.

"Yato, of course I know. The woman named Natasha found me before she died. I was near the Sugra Military Execution Center at that time. I have secretly investigated the Tenin sect, Natasha and Yato. Only But during this period, I wasn’t sure whether you were still you, so I haven’t communicated with you.” Brett said, with a trace of relaxation in his eyes, and then became serious again.

"Me, am I still...?" Wright murmured somewhat unconfidently.

Whether it is the "id" or the "ego", I am the original me. No matter which world the soul in the body comes from, as long as the environment the person is in, the culture they accept, the events they experience, and the information they touch do not change. .

So no matter what kind of human beings travel to any kind of plane, they will inevitably be subtle in their daily lives, no different from the original human beings.

I was also a fan of all kinds of novels in the previous world. Whether it was fantasy, fantasy, science fiction or martial arts novels, as long as the protagonist traveled to another world or plane, he would use his outstanding talents, perceptions and abilities, even indescribable ones. Strength achieves success.

But the reality is that the cultural education and environment you receive have little relevance to the world you travel through. In other words, you must first accept your identity and gradually become the real "you", or even Only after giving up your original identity can you better choose how to grow according to the environment you are in.

As mentioned in the bishop's classics: If there is more, force it on him and let him have more; if there is less, even the little he has must be taken away.

The more parts of yourself that belong to Wright, the more you will gradually become Wright, an aspiring young man who truly lives in the wasteland world and is a member of the Socra Guards who wants to end the wasteland.

And that "Haibo" will always gradually dissipate in the long river of the world. Only by becoming a god can one maintain this identity.

God? That powerful being who lives in a magnificent, majestic and sacred temple and controls everything in the world from a solitary confinement? Or is it that indescribable, unexplorable and untouchable existence wrapped in pitch black in the deep sea?

However, the "red magic source power" has given him a clear route inspiration. No matter how the situation and situation develop, he will always obtain the seven sequence cores and become the king + pope as the [Order]. Discover the mystery and extraordinary, magic and gods, become the "Echoer" who ends the wasteland, and even perceives the ultimate secret.

After thinking for a while and clearing away the messy thoughts in his mind, Wright felt that the foggy and hazy feeling that lingered in his mind after waking up from the battle with Kayas was gradually fading away.

It's like the fog has been lifted!

Then, he opened his black eyes wide, nodded slightly, stared at Brett's green pupils, and said firmly:

"I am Wright Socra, I just lost my memory." Wright deliberately emphasized his "amnesia" and emphasized the word when he said it in Zine Empire dialect.

"I don't care anymore." Brett smiled kindly.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a rusty iron box with some blood stains from the outer pocket of the silver guard uniform jacket made of a mixture of metal and plant materials.

Those were the "Eternal Life" cigarettes he had taken out when he was in Migov Hospital.

He skillfully took out a small lighter filled with gasoline from his pocket and rubbed it vigorously a few times.

Then, a lively flame like a flame elf emerged from above, lighting up the white cigarette made of flowers rolled inside.

Suddenly, the whole room was filled with a violet-like fragrance. Perhaps this was deliberately added during production in order to suppress the nicotine in tobacco.

"Would you like to try it, Wright?" Brett took out a cigarette from the tin box and handed it to Wright.

"I won't." Wright refused immediately.

"You used to," Brett said with interest.

After staring at Wright's embarrassed expression for four or five seconds, Brett simply pressed the cigarette butt directly on the glass table nearby, glanced at the gradually extinguishing ashes, Brett sat sideways and said:

"Forget it. Since you fought decisively with me in Migov, then I will admit that you are Wright. No matter whether you are an apostle of gods summoned from the underworld or another space. I will treat you as Wright. Yes. Yes," Brett stretched out a finger, shook it twice, and continued:

"Don't reveal your specialness to anyone except me and Moros. Including that old George Sugla."

"I...got it." Wright nodded slightly and agreed directly.

The "Mechanical Spirit" in the Gray Dream mentioned that Mr. George was trying to construct a ritual with Natasha, and Kayas also mentioned that Socra's "Blood Night" ritual would build "La La" at the cost of possibly sacrificing millions of people. "Lye's Dream" leads people to the so-called "Paradise".

And the direct commander of all his actions now is George. From now on, he must be cautious in dealing with him.

"What I said just now is off topic. I should talk about what happened before you lost your memory. About two months ago, Yato, the lost man, found George with the 'Fire Emblem' excavated from the soil of the Lost Swamp ruins. And during those few days, an ancient book with a dragon pattern was unearthed in the ruins. The Socra Committee named it anomaly item No. 527-MB-01," Brett recounted.

"The ancient books must be directly related to me, right?" Wright guessed.

"Indeed, but not completely. 527-MB-01 is mainly written in the ancient Zhne Empire language. George and the [scholar] Peter James easily deciphered the content using old dictionaries. Nothing else matters , 527-MB-01 mainly talks about two points that attracted the attention of George and Holly."

"It has something to do with gods?" Wright blurted out.

A trace of astonishment flashed across Brett's expression, and then he glanced at the floor thoughtfully. He did not answer directly, but continued the previous topic:

"First, it is said that the old Crusted Empire used the power of the Lord of Machines for war and created an artificial god named 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element'. However, due to the collapse of the Crusted Empire and the unintentional people With the spread of the disease, the god has lost his trace and needs the guidance of a divine envoy."

"Daughter of Tool Yuan, do you also know this?" Wright exclaimed.

"Of course, I have been exposed to information science, logic, and the analysis and organization of macro information since I was a child in Kusha City. This name can be obtained as long as you have some contact with high-level information. It is not difficult." Brett explained briefly. In one sentence, he further said:

Secondly, to find and contact Him, in addition to the heraldry 'Fire Emblem' created by the former Fire Empire magician, you also need a container to attract the apostles of the gods. He can be the spokesperson of the ancient gods, or he can be the servant of the sequential gods.

They may come from the underworld, or they may be the space of gods.

In short, in Moros's words, as long as an apostle comes to the world from the realm of gods, he will automatically be promoted to an upper-level professional. He will most likely have one of the three powers of darkness, light, and wind. He can use the power of magic to locate the direction of the god and then find him. "

"Locate...the direction of the god, the god's...apostle? Am I...?" Wright muttered in a low voice.

"In Mr. George's view, you, who have experienced countless life-and-death battles, and the Lost-03 detection team you led are perfect containers. Unfortunately, the other [soldiers] around you cannot withstand the burning sensation brought by the coat of arms. , the water in the body was evaporated and became a shriveled body. Only you fell into a coma for a short time. Wright, don't you think something is funny?" Brett snorted with his nostrils, said.

"Which thing?" Wright felt a little confused.

"The Socratic Committee has long promoted steam and science, and even banned all people in the city from talking about magic and extraordinary things, but they themselves all believe in these. Not to mention the committee members who believe in the Lord of the Night, even against sequential monsters The collection work is also carried out by the Sequential Monster Research Foundation under the Socra Committee. Including them knocking you out to perform the ritual, there is also the support of that old guy Holly." Brett cursed.

"Knocked out? Ritual? It's this ritual. What does it mean?" Wright's tone seemed a little anxious. He now needed to figure out the content or information of the ritual. This was not only related to his safety, but also the mysterious "Red Devil" source of power".

"That day, I followed George, Arto, and the purple-robed woman Natasha into the central ruins of the Lost Swamp. It was an altar, surrounded by swamps, and it was very difficult to move forward. It was about twelve o'clock in the evening, and the crimson moon hung. When you are high in the sky, you are bound to the center of the circle with a spell in the center. Yato activated the crest and some red power came out. He probably said a lot of things similar to spells. But I couldn't understand most of them. , I only know that this ritual is called 'Mechanical Singing'. However, the ritual seems to have failed, no, it just failed."

"It failed, so to speak..." Wright forcefully swallowed the content about "traveling" into his stomach and whispered softly.

"Yes. The ancient god or the apostle of the sequential god they expected did not come. Instead, the emblem lost its power after spontaneous combustion and turned into a delicate stone. Because it is not sure whether there are other things pouring into your body. Soul, Yato simply erased your memory and sent you back to the camp." Brett explained and sighed.

"But their attempts to find the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' didn't stop there, right, Brett." Wright analyzed rationally based on the information he came into contact with.

"Yes. When I was talking to Natasha before she died, she told me a lot of information. You can also use the 'Confused Song' to find the god in the Silent Highlands. You can wake him up through music. After entering the dreamland induced by the music, , accept His guidance,” Brett added.

"Confused song?" The silver-white tone of "Mechanical Spirit" and the mechanical body painted with red and white paint flashed through Wright's mind, and he remembered the information obtained while communicating with him.

Opening and finding the temple where the "Daughter of the Mechanical Element" is located requires a woman as a guide. She can recite songs and play music. If possible, maybe I can try to make contact in this direction?

"But what else did Natasha and Yato tell you?" Wright continued to ask after thinking.

"Natasha told me that she wanted me to help her take care of a few children, and Yato came to see you several times. I found Yato when I was secretly investigating related events, and he said that 'the ritual needs to be supplemented'," Apart from vague words such as "Red power can also find gods", I didn't get any useful information that I could understand.

So, these are some of the information I know about you before you lost your memory. Of course, you are still so weak. You should be fine now. Why not ask people from the Chekavsk Corps to help you train. I do know a few brothers who are proficient in firearms and fighting, but if the so-called divine messengers were like you, humanity would be saved, haha. "Brett teased inappropriately.

"By the way, do you know about the Blood Night Ritual? I got some information that may not be in line with your knowledge." After thinking for a few seconds, Wright said.

"Isn't it just a ceremony to purify the city with the power of light at noon and the power of the red moon at night? What's so special about it?" Brett scratched his gray hair and looked at Wright in confusion.

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