Wasteland Echoer

Ordinal monster? The decider? Dark night? Red magic source power? belong to me? What a mess.

Haibo used his pure black pupils to look at the "human monster" in front of him with an expression of surprise and confusion.

His pupils are different from those of the main humans in the city of Socra, but the extreme darkness is somewhat similar to those of the monsters.

Could it be that I am related to monsters? Or is it somehow related to the Lord God who created this world?

Weird, so weird!

Underground, unintentional people, and the red magic source power that this monster just mentioned. Wait, red magic source power?

Haibo's Adam's apple twitched, and he suddenly realized that the root of everything that caused him to travel through time might actually be the dream in the real world a few months ago.

In the dark underground, there were several magicians wearing pitch-black robes embroidered with strange scarlet Higan flower patterns, the spells they murmured, and the tempting questions.

"Do you want to be silent?"

"You have desires, right?"

"Want money and status?"

…

If I hadn't been having bad luck lately, becoming anxious and irritable when things didn't go my way, and couldn't speak beyond my head, I wouldn't have been blinded by the dream, and I wouldn't have answered like that in the dream. Who knows that dream might be true.

I couldn't control myself in my dream. If I had known, I would have said something against my will.

"No, Wright's matter is more important. Now that time travel is a foregone conclusion, if we can't live safely as Wright, everything will be empty talk."

Haibo shook his heavy head and thought that the unfinished thing on Wright's note should be the word "red magic source power". It would be great if the monster in front of him knew something. If he didn't know, try his best to The most important thing is to collect some information from him.

Even if there is danger!

But now that we are in danger, what could be worse? Originally, Wright's fate was already at rock bottom. No matter how I took over, he would have to "bounce back".

Information, information, information! The most important thing is always information!

If all the information belonging to Sogra was compared to an iceberg, the information obtained from this current encounter would be at best a palm-sized ice cube, not even one percent of the ice surface.

Information, I need information!

Thinking of this, Haibo's legs seemed to be dragged by inexplicably twisted and withered plants belonging to the category of extraordinary things, and they began to move forward slowly, like an unconscious mental patient.

The monster in front of him saw that his words seemed to have some kind of guiding effect on Haibo. His head wrapped in a black cloak moved and seemed to be smiling.

Immediately afterwards, he said intermittently in a hoarse voice again:

"Sequence 51... The Decider, give... the guidance given to us, I need to find you... guide you. Come, go to the arms of the lost person..., and welcome... the future that belongs to you. The dark night, will ...will bless you.”

The monster's heavy words made Haibo feel that his spirit was covered with a thick crimson fog. His eyes began to blur and his body moved forward uncontrollably.

"Oops, it's the Lost Ones. Did the Lost Ones actually infiltrate the Sogra underground? So, these unintentional people were infected by them?" De guessed in a low voice, and he looked out of the corner of his eye.

Because the environment just now was too dark, De didn't notice a detail that he just ignored until now.

Those unintentional people who were executed, and the uncle covered in blood were actually wearing the uniforms of the escort!

Silvery in style, but stained with blood and dirt, it's no wonder it's easily overlooked.

Moreover, the medals on their chests that were supposed to carry the "Long Sword and Hammer" of the Guards should have been corroded by the "burning liquid".

Thinking of this, De pulled Haibo's thin body with one hand to stop him from moving forward. With the other hand, he pointed the "Bingyu" pistol at the monster's head, and recited the regulations of the escort team in his mind repeatedly to resist the mental attack that the monster might bring. .

"Fear is only born from fear itself. Fear and fear will be occupied by fear. Only by forgetting fear can humans gain a foothold in the wasteland..."

"You are wrong..." The monster tried to interrupt De and said in a low but unexpectedly coherent Zine Empire language:

"I don't want to be your enemy. The Lost One is not the enemy of mankind. I took the risk to come here to activate that power. I am the Lost One. You can also call me [The Seducer] based on my profession. 】Atto Till."

"Hey, uncle, I guessed it right. This monster is not your body, right? You just used the ability of seduction to control other unintentional people, or the lost ones." De also stopped reciting and began to talk to The monster in front of him, Yato, faced off.

"Are you quite wise? It's a pity that this lost man's throat is broken, and it is almost completely corroded by the burning liquid and the power of the magic source. If any information is transmitted through him, it will probably waste a lot of time. So, it's me. It's better to intervene directly." Atot paused and continued:

"I said, I don't want to be your enemy. The Lost Ones in the western part of the continent currently do not have the ability to be enemies with the Sune Empire. I just received a revelation from the god, the Decider of Order 51, about the possession of red magic source power. The killer is here, which is why I took such a big risk to break into the waterway.

You know, not only we have received revelations, but your Socra Committee may have also received corresponding revelations, but it should be an S-class secret for you, right? "

"I am just a person who executes orders. The secrets of the Sogra Committee have nothing to do with me. You, a lost person, keep saying that you don't want to be our enemy, so what are these unintentional people? The duty of the escort is to protect the safety of the city of Sogra. Rules and order tell us we have to fight for this," De said.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed Haibo aside and loaded the silver bullet into the chamber of the "Bingyu" pistol at the fastest speed he had trained at the Guards training ground and military hall.

Then, he half-crouched on the ground, his left hand smoothly dragging his right hand, and fired bullets in the direction where Yato was standing.

"Touch! Touch! Touch!"

When the bullet touched Yato's heart, it made a sound similar to that of a copper vessel being struck.

Those three bullets bounced off Yatuo's steely chest!

"You have violated the rules of negotiation. Even if I am the Lost One, your Zine Empire has also formulated rules for negotiation with us. As envoys, people should not be harmed. Doesn't this also respect your so-called pitiful order? so!"

As Yato said, he actually controlled the weird tentacles protruding from the two cuffs and attacked directly towards De's position along the dirty ground.

puff!

Dark red blood spurted out uncontrollably from De's mouth, and his heart and abdominal cavity were penetrated by two huge tentacles!

"ah!"

A shrill scream pierced from De's chest, but Yato was unmoved by it.

Things like this happen every day in the wasteland, between humans and unintentional people, between unintentional people and the lost, and between humans and humans themselves.

Anyone who has lived in the wasteland for a long time must have lost the feeling called "sympathy" due to this weird environment, and thus truly turned into a machine.

But at this moment, because De's blood spurted on Haibo's face just now, he came back to his senses from his brief unconscious state.

"De? What's wrong with you?" Haibo asked, looking at De who was almost "wrapped" in dark red blood.

Did the monster attack? What happened to me just now? Why is my head a little groggy? Could it be that the monster just attacked me with some mental power?

mental strength? This seems to be Wright's memory. No matter what, it's important to save people first.

Thinking of this, Haibo quickly took out the Wild Bear pistol, quickly loaded the silver bullets under the guidance of the muscle memory formed by Wright, and fired two shots at the tentacles.

bump! bump!

puff!

I don't know what the principle is, but Haibo's pistol is more than a little more powerful than De's pistol.

These two shots actually caused the two tentacles to break apart from the middle position, which also made Yatuo, who was controlling it, slightly surprised, and he retracted the tentacles twitchingly.

"You are Mr. Wright, right?" Yatuo was not offended by Haibo's aggressive behavior.

Instead, he took off the hoodie of his robe, replaced his hands with human parts, and used a standard posture common to the Western Continent. He covered his chest with his left hand and bowed slightly with his upper body at an angle of 45 degrees.

Before Haibo could ask angrily, he said first:

"This is a ritual, a ritual that belongs to you, Wright. I'm not sure whether your memory has been truly erased, but the ritual was only half completed in the outer area, that is, in the Lost Swamp. Now I need to help you complete the other part. Half. The red magic source power is the ancient prophecy of the Lord of the Night and the Decider. It has come to you now, and you must accept it. As for the young boy next to you, he can also become part of the ritual. "

Red magic source power? ceremony? Could it be that the ritual of the "human monster" named Yato in front of me summoned me to replace him?

Is it the ritual of summoning the "divine apostle" that De said?

Impossible, I am the "Apostle of God"? joke!

I am just a student preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, a humble migrant worker, an underappreciated online writer and a young man with a somewhat withered body.

Why does Yato like me?

Could it be because there was some kind of accident in his ritual and he randomly summoned me?

But why would Wright write such desperate words on the note?

Could it be that there is some secret to the red magic source power? Yes, there must be some secret to the red magic source power!

"Tell me the red magic source power, what is the red magic source power!" Haibo stood up and asked in a firm tone.

This is the beginning of all problems and the key to pushing things to this point. Although I was "summoned" halfway, I must find out these things. If it is really the so-called ritual of summoning "the apostle of the gods" that summoned me here, maybe I can still go back through this ritual.

This wasteland world is too dangerous. Who in the right mind would want to come here?

Yatuo couldn't hear Haibo's complaints and ignored his questions. He just pointed at De, who was still breathing heavily and struggling behind Haibo, and said:

"The second half of the ceremony requires sacrifices. This kid who broke the rules is just right. Don't you Socrates value rules and order the most? According to your regulations, you should execute him. Of course, this will be a little unreasonable. "

Not unreasonable at all? That’s very unreasonable!

Haibo complained that as a "five good" young man with a healthy mind and a good moral education, he could not "sacrifice" his fellow guardsmen.

But strangely, Wright's body seemed to be driving him to do this.

"Order!" Haibo muttered, inadvertently speaking the word based on Wright's memory.

Yes, order. In the city of Socra, if you are covered in blood, you will be treated as an unintentional person by default.

De's injury is now very serious, and the weird uncle in front of him seems to be from the camp of the unintentional and the lost.

In other words, even if he turns a deaf ear to the injured Germany, as time goes by, he will suffer the fate of the previous few before long.

So De, I'm sorry, you have been insisting on obeying order and rules. I am a Socrat, I am a Wright, and I must also abide by the rules and order.

It’s only a matter of time before your current physical distance turns into an unintentional one.

Besides, you were still doubting my identity just now. In order to survive in this world... to protect yourself. So...De...I'm sorry for you.

Haibo took a deep breath of the moist and dirty air, trying his best to follow Wright's remaining memory fragments and suppress his trembling hands.

Immediately afterwards, he reloaded the pistol with bullets, took a few steps back, and pointed it at De's chest.

"Don't... don't..." As a human being, the instinct of survival made De support his blood-corroded body and retreat.

But Haibo's bullets are just part of the machine, and they are just obeying the rules of the machine.

"bump!"

The silver bullet penetrated De's chest easily. In less than three seconds, De's body stopped moving and became lifeless.

"Well done, Wright. You followed the order, and the Decider's instructions will follow the order. You want to know what the red magic source power is, right? Although I don't know why you have such a motive. But that kind of power, It has begun to emerge in your body. But you can't enjoy it well yet. The Lost One is still one step away from guiding you, just one step away."

Yato said with an evil smile, and then his hands turned back into tentacles filled with filth and sticky liquid.

But this time, the tentacle did not choose to pierce Haibo's chest. Instead, it became the size of a fist and wrapped tightly around his neck along a slender trajectory.

At this moment, a faint red light slowly emerged from his chest.

This is the second half of the ritual in Yato's mouth!

At first, they were like a faint blood mist, "wandering" aimlessly around the edge of Haibo's body. As Yato's tentacles tightened, they began to gradually spread and brighten, and then condensed into countless tiny red sparks. , rolling and jumping like a dancer preparing to perform a beautiful dance.

They continued to rotate along Haibo's body, becoming brighter and brighter.

Finally, they converged towards Haibo’s pure black eyeball!

Tomorrow the chapter will start to update the daily part, gradually unfolding the world view