Wasteland Echoer

"The scorching flames are the punishment for rebels. Those who communicate with the enemy privately will be devoured by the fire. This is Chekavsk's 'Eternal Life Square', and the bronze statue of the great man who regained the city is behind us. You see, the heroes of the empire can never be blasphemed, and betrayal is the greatest blasphemy to all living people!"

The soldier's tone was laced with anger, determination, and hatred.

When the ghost-like flames of light blue and bright red gradually spread to the "traitor women", the onlookers cheered one after another, mixed with angry curses.

From the perspective of Wright, who was not far away, the women did not respond with angry curses or screams of begging.

But he still heard the mute prayers coming from the women through the noisy crowd.

Moreover, the women who were swallowed by the flames seemed to be controlled by someone uniformly, and their disheveled foreheads turned clockwise at the same time.

It looks like some kind of evil ritual!

As the demonic flames gradually devoured their expensive clothes and slightly white body tissues, Wright felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

He even felt the acidic gastric juice rising up, forcing him to shift his gaze to the huge bronze statues behind the women.

The huge bronze statue has been carefully processed and cleaned regularly, making it shine.

The bronze statue is almost twenty meters high, and the object it is cast is a tall human being fully armed with steam machinery but with a blurred face.

It is close to the city administration building behind it, known as the "Industrial Heart", where the "chimney" emblem of the Chekavsk Industrial Party is currently displayed.

"Perhaps this is the great man that the soldier said, a hero of the war? Or is he like the heroes I saw in Socrates?" Wright held his chin in one hand and thought.

But immediately afterwards, the soldier with loaded ammunition gave another exciting speech:

"Citizens, let us witness the death of those traitors. In order to spread fear and so-called extraordinary power, they actually learned several songs from the Lost. The new ruler Mr. Aaron has confirmed the horror of these songs. Anyone who listens to Anyone who goes through this will without exception fall into madness and death!”

"So scary?"

"They are traitors!"

"Burn them to death!"

"I didn't expect that a woman wearing such nice clothes would become a traitor even though she was living a good life. Bah!"

…

A cacophony of chatter and curses emanated from the variously dressed, angry crowd beneath the flaming "stands."

The city legionnaires on the stage did not stop him, but watched everything with interest. It was not until a few minutes later that the crowd's chatter gradually became quieter, that the soldier continued to shout:

"Let the fire consume them completely! Traitors cannot exist in the empire! Let us support the great new ruler Aaron! Long live the ruler!" the soldiers shouted.

"Long live the ruling!" the crowd in the audience shouted excitedly!

"Ruling Aaron? Do you have the same name?" Wright wondered inwardly, subconsciously reaching out and touching the business card in his jacket pocket.

…

After all, he is a young man from the previous world who has received a good education in normal values.

Although he was forced to come to this wasteland world, the only people Wright killed through battle from beginning to end were the Wuxin and the Lost who were enemies.

Even the leader of the Socra escort team, De, made a wrong decision while being tempted.

Therefore, after vomiting out some green bile and the undigested protein-rich food he had eaten in an unnoticed area behind the trees he relied on, he silently walked out of Sun Life Plaza along the back of the crowd.

Rubbing the business card given by John in his hand, Wright walked along the Zhenetsk streets near Chekavsk Square towards the slightly remote Kusha Street.

Looking at the city full of cyberpunk atmosphere, Wright felt completely different from when he was in Sogra.

From the information he had read in his memory fragments, the administrative structures of Chekavsk and Sokra were completely different. In addition to the tenfold difference in population and territory occupied, the functions of the former city lay in heavy industry and military.

In addition to the smell of sulfur and gasoline that permeates the air, the city's style is based on gray and black. Even without the despairing dome of Sogra, the sky here is mostly gloomy.

In addition, soldiers with live ammunition on the streets, workers with various metal tools, and many human beings whose body parts have been replaced by machines are also swaying on the streets.

Mechanical combat vehicles and vintage cars also drive past Sun Life Plaza where Wright is located from time to time.

In addition to these machines, the Chekavsk factory also stores pure black airships that occasionally take off into the sky and a new type of vehicle that is still under experiment named "Zhne Rocket".

This is what Wright vaguely recalled from his scattered memory fragments, some of the contents of books related to imperial cities.

In order to connect the residential and commercial areas on both sides of Chekavsk, the city built a huge bridge, almost half a kilometer long, using steel as the main material, with steam cars roaring past and trains running along special rails. Roaring sounds also reached Wright's ears from time to time.

After walking along the clean and tidy streets of Kusha for almost twenty minutes, Wright discovered that the closer he got to the so-called "Secret Garden" neighborhood, the surrounding buildings became lower and lower.

Even when he walked to the intersection of the two blocks, except for the street shops and some red and green buildings, there were only a few humans walking by with dim eyes, as if they had never woken up.

In addition, Wright also smelled the smell of smelly ditches and rotten food that filled the area near the three-story building when he first woke up in this world.

"I didn't expect that the clean corners of the city would be filled with so many unclean things. If the lost people who came from Migov and Kofu in pursuit of victory saw such a contrast, would they feel the same as me? "Wright thought to himself:

"But business is still important. Go to Aaron and find out more about the [Order] profession, the power of the red magic source, and the information about Natasha of the Tenin sect. Of course, it is best to know more about the daughter of Tool Yuan Relevant information. I believe that with John’s ‘recommendation’, it shouldn’t be a problem to inquire about this.”

Looking at the intersection, Wright finally saw signs related to city streets.

The background is blue and the text is written in white. The narrower road to the right is the Eternal Garden neighborhood, and the Chekavsk "Dark Night Light" factory is to the left.

Wright looked up at the sign, took out his business card and made sure the destination was correct, then relaxed and said with a smile:

"Turn right in, hehe."

…

The road in the Ever Secret Garden neighborhood was completely surrounded by three- or four-story houses that resembled residential areas in European cities. After walking for ten minutes, except for the increasingly dark environment, Wright couldn't even hear anything that belonged to the city. The sound of a dog barking or a cat chirping.

"267, 268, 269. It seems that the big house at the end of this eerily quiet street should be a villa. That block is No. 302." Wright wiped it with his right hand that still had some scars from the battle. Sweat on forehead beneath black hair.

Counting the house numbers along the low wall on the street, Wright was suddenly interrupted by a weak teenage voice.

"This... big brother... can you... give me some money? I'm... so hungry."

"Um?"

Wright looked towards the source of the sound.

Near a rubbish pile on the right side of his body that smelled sour, a boy about ten years old with ragged clothes, dirt on his face, and tears of longing in his eyes came into his sight. .

The protective desire for children in Wright's heart and the sympathy for the "future flowers" of this world that were hidden deep in his memory fragments instantly filled his brain.

"Is there no food? Here... uh, is there no food rationing?" The word "rationing" suddenly appeared in Wright's mind.

It seems that the "City Happiness Act" and "Zine Code" in the Zine Empire have stipulated the life security of people working in the city and growing children. Due to the shortage of resources, a rationing system must be adopted to ensure daily food when necessary. supply.

"No... the adults all died on the battlefield... we... don't know the commanders there." The little boy replied with a dark look in his eyes.

"It's so miserable. Well, here you go." Wright took out a temporary supply of new coins from the upper pocket of his windbreaker to prepare for emergencies.

Of course, I just pulled out one of the 2 Singapore dollar notes with the cityscape of Socra printed on it and placed it in front of the boy.

"Go buy something to eat." Wright said in a gentle voice.

After sighing, he continued walking along the Eversecret Garden neighborhood.

"270, 271, 272..."

"Lite, Wright, prepare to get married, hurry up." The ethereal voice of the red-faced Hain suddenly came from his brain.

"What's wrong?" Wright asked in a low voice.

"I feel a strong aura of demonic power, and there are also power fluctuations that seem to be caused by the spirit formation of sequential monsters. In short, quickly form spirits and prepare to fight."

Under the instructions of the red-faced Hain, Wright accelerated his steps out of the dim street. He was not willing to pay the price of double consumption of spiritual power. After a second or two of entanglement, he chose to recite the spell quickly:

"I pray to the goddess of light for guidance."

"I pray for the Night Lord's approval."

"Please give me the power of red."

"For destruction and battle."

Immediately afterwards, as the spell was finished, a crimson light flashed in Wright's eyes.

The remaining white scars on his hands also showed a faint blood-red color. He felt that starting from the heart, a rich and exciting power was rapidly surging to the entire body of his body.

Just as he stretched his right hand towards the "Wild Bear" pistol on the lower left side of his windbreaker, he suddenly heard the sound of a surge of air behind him.

"Assassination!"

A young boy's voice emerged from behind him, mixed with the "whoosh" sound caused by a sharp weapon cutting through the air. Wright quickly took out his pistol and turned around.

A dagger that was almost thirty centimeters long, sharp and glowing with silver, similar to that popular in the Middle Ages, stabbed straight towards his neck.

Looking back along the dagger, he saw a child with strange scarlet eyes, exuding a sharp assassin-like aura, a slightly visible pale yellow light shining on his chest, ragged clothes, but a petite figure.

It was the "poor" boy who begged Wright just now!

I beg the readers to collect, read and support it.

If you can catch up with readers who have read this far, you might as well listen to my two sentiments.

In fact, this book "Wasteland Echoer" originated from a fantasy dream of mine, specifically a dream of my own adventure in the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

And after watching n anime over the years, I feel sorry for several of them that take the perspective of the wasteland and have desolate and miserable endings. That's why this work came about.

Of course, in order to increase my writing skills and form a daily habit, I did not directly open this book in 20 years, but chose to go to other websites to open a fantasy novel, which was expected.

But fortunately, I submitted my own manuscript this year and was lucky enough to get it passed.

I am a mystery fan myself, and I am also chasing The Long Night of Squid, so I have something to learn from the writing style.

Moreover, because I want to fully explain the world view, I have incorporated many elements into it. Some readers may suggest that I not add too much, as it is easy to lose control.

However, since I have submitted a fantasy article, isn’t it just to fulfill a dream in my heart?

Since it is a dream, I want to craft it carefully and do my best to present it completely.