Wasteland Echoer

Seeing his right hand moving uncontrollably and strangely on the spot without continuing to write letters, Wright suddenly felt a sense of fear, and goosebumps instantly covered his body.

During his brief trance, his uncontrollable right hand actually added three characters after the Japanese Imperial word "red" with the hieroglyphics he was extremely familiar with:

"Demon-Source-Power-"

This extremely standard, square hieroglyph is actually a Chinese character?

In that world before I traveled through time, that world was known as the Foodie Empire!

Before Wright's slightly contracted black eyes could carefully examine these three words, after another crimson light shone from his eyes, his right hand, which had already begun to feel stiff, began to draw circles on his diary.

The first thing circled is "mechanical chant", then the word "ritual" is circled, and the last thing circled is "red" and "magic source power" written in Chinese characters below.

Even after a slight pause for a few seconds, his right hand actually wrote the word "Decision Maker" in the Zine Empire language in the blank space on the far right of the "Diary".

Just when Wright's slightly confused brain was about to analyze the combination of the meanings of these words, a murmur suddenly came to his ears.

It seemed as if it came from the dark underground, as if it came from the deep sea at the edge of the endless world, but it seemed as if it came from the "abyss" deep in his soul.

"I'm hidden in the summoning spell, you can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

"You can't kill me!"

…

"Lite! Wright! Wake up! Stop the spirit formation!"

With the voice of "Red-faced Hain" and his face made of red threads appearing in front of Wright instantly, the whispers in Wright's ears gradually dissipated.

His consciousness, which seemed to have been stripped away from the entire wasteland world, gradually returned to his weak, "withered" body, and his pupils gradually returned to their normal size.

Even his uncontrollable right hand, which had felt stiff, gradually regained feeling and control.

"I...got a spirit just now? Without a spell?" Wright asked, breathing heavily.

The back of his army green shirt was soaked with sweat, and his right hand, which he had regained control of, was shaking uncontrollably like a Parkinson's patient.

"Probably. By the way, I have been eavesdropping on the conversation between you and Brett in your body. There is one thing that I just felt was very suspicious. In addition, the red magic source power in your body just couldn't stop surging. I have a A bold guess." The red-faced Hain's lips moved up and down in a staggered line.

"Huh... maybe you and I will be on the same page?" Wright said with a sigh of relief. The shaking amplitude of his right hand was gradually decreasing.

"I just heard about the ceremony from the man named Brett, who should be your good friend. And there is one thing that interests me very much, and that is the call of the divine apostle." Red-faced Hain analyzed.

"Yes, that's what I want to say." Wright nodded slightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Let me tell you the conclusion first. The so-called divine envoy may not have failed to summon, but is hiding in the red magic source power. But it's not me. I am the remaining spiritual product of the previous owner of the power, or you can call it For the soul and the mind. It comes from the power itself and has nothing to do with the gods."

"I also have this weird idea. Moreover, I... committed suicide before. The time I committed suicide. Although I have completely lost my previous memory, I want to make a hypothesis. Maybe the apostle of God has been successfully summoned at that time, But it was in a state similar to a deep sleep. And after my memory was erased, the angel suddenly woke up in that small room, and then fought with me for control of my body, so I committed suicide in panic?" Wright? reasoned.

He deliberately concealed everything about "traveling". After all, this wasteland world is bizarre enough. If he added an even more bizarre time-traveling, I'm afraid his secret would bring disaster.

Moreover, since Brett mentioned the "Angel of God", if he reveals some signs of time travel and does not hide them well, some people may suspect that he is the so-called apostle.

"Your reasoning is not unreasonable. But I still read in your mind that you are deliberately hiding something, but it is not important anymore. I remember that you got a business card when you were in Migov, and you kept saying that Shouldn't you pay a visit to the man named Aaron?" The red-faced Hain reminded Wright of a key thing.

"Yes, although I now have information about the red magic source power from you, and I have some power to use it in combat, I still need to know more information about Natasha and the Tenin sect. Nata Sha and Yato are both lost people who are directly related to the ritual on me, and the monster Yato even supplemented the ritual on me." Wright said with some fear:

"I'm not sure what dangers are lurking in me. What just happened was too scary. My right hand actually moved on its own. And the weird hieroglyphs..." Wright didn't dare to say the word "Chinese characters."

In addition to the fact that he didn't know how to express it in Zine Empire language, this kind of writing was too bizarre and weird in the western continent.

Immediately afterwards, he took a breath, unconsciously holding a bunch of hair on his black hair with his right hand, and continued:

"The ritual and magic power are easy to understand, and I have mastered the basic information. But the Chooser, as Kayas mentioned, seems to have a language and a diary, right? It seems to hide some deep secrets. Maybe I can communicate with him Natasha should be able to get some information by going to Aaron on the pretext that she and John know each other."

"I'm surprised that you never had a mental breakdown when you encountered these bizarre things. However, are you planning to take advantage of the information gap and hide it from both sides?" The red-faced Hein stared at Wright with interest and guessed:

"First show that you are familiar with the Tenin sect, and then deceive the pastor John into recommending him. Then use John's recommendation to prove that you know him, and then gain Aaron's trust to obtain information. Yes, Wright. But you are doing this Walking on a tightrope like a circus acrobat, as long as the two of them come into contact, even if they exchange information, you will be exposed. When the time comes, you have to be ready for a fight."

"Don't be afraid. In addition to [Goddess of Love] Natasha, I can also say that I have met Kayas, or to go to the extreme, I am the [Order]. This operation will at least not be life-threatening." Wright He said with a proud look on his face.

"Is this operation... feasible..." the red-faced Haien asked doubtfully.

Immediately afterwards, as the aura of the red magic source power around Wright's body gradually weakened, the red-faced Hain slid down along Wright's neck, and finally disappeared into his scar that was formed after fighting with Kayas. Light scar location.

"Haha. After the battle with Kayas, I didn't even have any obvious wounds. The red magic source power is really a wonderful power. But if I want to meet Aaron, this guard uniform will not work. The silver-white one is too dazzling. , easy to be remembered. It’s better to..."

Wright looked around the exquisitely decorated room, which was dimly lit by gas lights, and what Brett said before leaving flashed in his mind.

Then, his vision was focused on the corner of the bed, and a pure black windbreaker with a hoodie caught his eye.

…

Around the year 125 of the New Yuan Dynasty, the Sune Empire recovered from the initial unintentional changes.

Except for the eastern half of the country that was invaded by unintentional people, the Zine Empire finally stabilized its position in the city of Sokra, which was closest to the battlefield at that time.

It was not until the 128th year of the New Era that the Empire's "Lions of Sokra" captured Chekavsk, which was very important in terms of geographical location and industrial value, from the "Dawn of Restart" military operation.

And under more than 300 years of operation, Chekavsk has expanded to control more than a dozen small towns, including the lost town of Migov, as well as some villages outside the towns.

Since the pollution caused by unintentional people is still serious, Chekavsk, in accordance with the "Chekavsk Safety Management Regulations", sprays the No. 13 agent in the corners of the city on the first Sunday of every month, and residents in the city every three years Inject the No. 15 drug once or the No. 20 drug for enhanced protection.

Wearing a black windbreaker, Wright put the Sokra city resident certificate and the Guard member certificate in his jacket pocket, touched the "Bear Bear" pistol on his waist, and walked along the street of the Chekavsk Military Management Center. The room on the 7th floor looks out.

In addition to the dark chimneys expelling turbid black smoke, and the honking of car horns and the roar of ships could be vaguely heard in the dim city, he also saw several black jets flying across the forehead of the military zone. Passed by, like an eagle soaring in the sky.

The low-rise residential area and the majestic commercial area are divided into two areas by a turbid river with a strange smell. According to the knowledge Wright has learned about geography, the river should run through Cheka. Mamous River in Vsk.

It originates from the foot of the incandescent ice sheet in the northwest of the empire, and flows to the vicinity of Socra until it meets the Ruin River that traverses the empire, becoming an even greater river.

During the half-day he was in a coma, Wright vaguely remembered that due to the brief entry of the defeated empire's legions, Chekavsk allowed members of the Sokra Guards, members of the Sokra Legion, members of the Chekavsk Legion and the Donwu The soldiers of the Sk Legion hold certificates to move around the city, but they cannot do anything that violates the laws of the empire.

Even so, Wright pulled his hoodie down as much as possible to cover his withered face, and walked through the inexplicably sparse military management center.

Simply, the attention of most members of the Chekavsk Legion is on the two current matters of the Empire's defeated legion and the Silent Highlands Recovery War.

Even when Wright tremblingly took out his ID and handed it to the two armed soldiers at the barbed wire gate, they just glanced at him, chatted to themselves, opened the iron door, and let Wright walk out.

After walking for about fifteen minutes along No. 999, the Forbidden District of Chekavsk, towards the only road composed of cement and asphalt, Wright finally arrived at the darkened street, but he could see the bustling crowds. and some street shops located close to the commercial district.

Wright took out the business card that John gave him at Migov Church, which read "No. 302, Eversecret Garden Block, Home of the Blood Tribe." from his pocket, and looked up to scan a circle of signs related to the streets around him.

After not finding any relevant information, Wright took a few deep breaths and complained with a smile:

"It's such a strange environment, and I have to ask for directions."

Looking around, after asking several people wearing blue and black worker-like clothing who walked by him, he walked for almost two seconds along a busier road in the middle of the intersection filled with carriages, cars and pedestrians. Ten minutes later, he suddenly heard noisy discussions coming from the square on his right, which was almost as big as half a block.

"Is it a party in the square? Why not go and see it?"

After his curiosity was aroused, Wright moved along the edge of the crowded crowd. After a few minutes, he finally reached a tall tree that was not too far from the center of the square, but where he could clearly see the situation in the center. A withered tree was starting to sprout some new shoots. Next to the poplar tree.

After standing against the poplar tree, Wright raised his head and looked towards the center of the square.

Several of them were wearing purple or red dresses with gold patterns and geometric patterns, heavy makeup, shawls on their heads, and a few pointed hats falling on the side. There was strange resentment in their eyes, but they were saying something he couldn't understand. , similar to spells or prayers, and the woman with a wealthy appearance is being tied to a cross made of several cheap wood pieces.

At their feet were piles of firewood that smelled of strong gasoline and were burning with crimson flames, guarded by soldiers with loaded ammunition and wearing the "Chimney" Chekavsk City Medal on their chests.

While Wright was staring at the flames and the woman in confusion, one of the soldiers wearing brown masks with live ammunition next to him took two steps forward and shouted to the citizens of Chekavsk gathered in the square in front of him:

"These are human beings who secretly communicate with the Lost and call themselves magicians. They have violated the laws of the empire and our city's "Safety Regulations". The power in their bodies is the root cause of the proliferation of unintentional people. Now, only the flames Only then can their dirty bodies be completely purified!"

Immediately afterwards, Wright heard a burst of "inhumane" cheers from the crowd!