Wasteland Echoer

Hotel No. 1155, Sunida Town, Zine Empire, Old Uko Province.

"100g of the tentacles of the Deep Sea Octopus, 50g of the Heart of the Twisted Tree, 35g of the Wolf Heart Fruit, 50ml of the Blood of Despair, and 50ml of the Heartless Burning Liquid. Fill the container of the 'Top of Flame' with an additional 'Echoer' reminder. 100g of fresh lard. There should be no more mistakes in the emblem prepared this time."

The young-looking man with the soft and feminine voice is Luo Nie. He is wearing a rare white coat stained with black and red dirt and is in the not very small bathroom of Room 56.

It was the only place he could find that was cheap and undetectable.

After all, the old man with gray hair and an old vest didn't mind their humble status very much, and the aura of the lost exuded from Sai, the child.

Moreover, people at the bottom like them are not monitored by anyone, and they seem to be free in the wasteland world controlled by the Zine Empire.

"The coats of arms that were condensed several times before were disposable items. This time it shouldn't be a problem." Luo Nie said, looking over the densely written words written with a pen in his hand again.

After confirming that the information on heraldry improvement told to him by the "Responder" was correct, he simply threw the paper into the toilet aside.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a box of matches from the pocket of his "white coat", took one out, and slid it along the edge of the sandpaper.

Wow!

A dim yellow flame that was not too bright emerged in his hand, like an elf with a graceful figure transformed from a firefly in a novelist's novel.

Luo Nie carefully protected the weak flame with his left hand. He controlled his breathing rhythm as much as possible so as not to extinguish the flame due to the slight air flow.

"The auction will start at noon today. If I can take a picture of the other half of the mask, I might be able to find out more secrets about the 'Furball Monster'. And this coat of arms will allow me to come back to 'Gray Dream' again and again in the future. Meet those upper-level professionals. But if you can’t succeed today, you must go to the Explorers Association to form a team tomorrow as scheduled. Master Bude sent a message back saying that he has taken a detour to the Green Forest, and Sai and I must not hold back. .”

Luo Nie was thinking chaotically in his heart, but his hands were as steady as a machine.

After all, it is a product created in the dream of the Master of Machinery.

He has been wandering in the human world for more than a hundred years, spanning from Uto II of the Zine Empire to today's Reka I. If possible, he will also usher in the reign of Crown Prince Ivant.

After more than a hundred years of life in the human world, Sayi has increasingly felt that he is only one step away from becoming a real human being. The step before discovering the information about the Girl of Tool Yuan is equivalent to the journey from the wasteland world to the Crimson Moon. distance.

But now, that step has been shortened to the distance of a mountain range.

After shaking his head to clear his messy thoughts, Luo Nie put the match into the bottom of the "Scorching Peak".

It was a combination of a hexagon and a semicircle, with a small copper pillar at the top and a cavity at the bottom, which was used to place flammable materials such as frozen alcohol or coal.

Luo Nie pulled his hand away from the burning flames and looked at the blue flames emitted by the frozen alcohol purchased for S$1. He inserted a simple stirrer composed of two wooden sticks into the heraldic material and kept stirring.

After waking up from the "grey dream" where he had a "meeting" conversation with the "Echoer" and the unknown wolf two days ago, in addition to quickly recording everything, Luo Nie was stuck at ten o'clock the next day. Entering the realm of false gods again.

The false god is still dressed like a goddess from the ancient central empire. Her skin under the gauze scarf is so fair and endearing, but her expression seems to be much more ferocious. It seems that as the power of touching the gods gradually increases, her condition gradually deteriorates.

On that day, after realizing that he had stepped into the realm of the false god from the perspective of a half-soul, Luo Nie did not panic, but directly asked the false god questions about the coat of arms and the [Order].

But apart from knowing that the name of the coat of arms is "Grey Coat of Arms", any other information disappeared with the emergence of the golden rising sun.

After putting away the memories, Luo Nie's eyes began to emit a blue light that was like a will-o'-the-wisp. Under the dim flames and the "cuckoo" sound of cooking heraldic materials, he began to surge the vegetation in his body. The magic source power begins to form spirits.

"I pray for the blessing of the Lord of Machines."

"I pray for the protection of the ancestors of heraldry."

"Water all with burning heat."

"Please condense the crest into shape."

"Pour my strength into it."

"It allows me to come in and out of the gray world at will!"

Luo Nie's spell is like a key that opens an iron door.

The "pot" of ingredients that had been boiling slowly began to boil violently.

When the light blue magic source power gradually sublimated into the dark green of the vegetation, it actually penetrated directly into the blazing flames like an ever-extending vine and became one with it.

The sound of boiling and the burning of flames, mixed with the sound of water gradually beginning to surge in his ears, made Luo Nie feel that his body was slowly and accurately stepping into a fantasy and gorgeous realm.

He saw a towering tree covered with moss swaying slightly in front of him. As the surrounding green light spots like fireflies continued to gather, its huge body began to expand.

The lines on the trees' bodies gradually turned into human blood vessels, and the tall trees began to turn into a giant human being.

It began to become bulging with veins, and the vines began to grow outwards. They started as pink flowers, and then evolved into the existence of dark slime.

Its body began to gradually corrode and fester, and eventually there were numerous bullet holes like those left by shotgun attacks, and rich, bright red blood spilled out.

Luo Nie felt that his spirit was being eroded by the aura of the tree giant and the "gray coat of arms" in the illusion before him.

He tried his best to stabilize his trembling body and support himself until everything in front of him disappeared and returned to darkness again...

"call!"

Luo Nie woke up from the illusion, and all the dark environment returned to the bathroom filled with dim light after turning on the gas lamp.

The flame at the bottom of the "Scorching Peak" container in front of him has burned out, and there is no liquid in the hexagonal and hemispherical container above, leaving only a dark solid mass.

After receiving a handful of water from the faucet nearby, Luo Nie poured it into the solid body.

As the white-hot steam slowly rose, the solid body shattered instantly, revealing the coat of arms that seemed to have been carefully crafted.

"Successful?" Luo Nie exclaimed.

He carefully picked up the coat of arms, rinsed away the remaining material residue on it, and looked at it carefully.

The hexagonal one centimeter thick coat of arms has a pattern of tentacles and hearts on the front, and a mist pattern on the back.

Luo Nie put the coat of arms into the palm of his hand and weighed it a few times. Sure enough, the heavy touch and the smell of rich magic power lingered near his consciousness.

After lightly infusing it with magic power, he seemed to see a gray mist and a majestic palace behind it.

"Successful!" Luo Nie said excitedly.

…

At 11:58, Luonie, who had washed her body and dressed neatly, pulled Sai through a spacious underground passage at No. 05 Sunida Town Center Street towards the main auction venue.

This is the remnant of a vast imperial project before the New Yuan Dynasty.

Originally, with the popularity of railways in the empire and the increasing military pressure from the northern Crusad Empire, the empire thought of building an underground railway network to carry out various secret military operations.

The underground market and auction venue in Sunida Town was rebuilt from one of the prototypes of the underground railway built before the New Year. After all, it is only a few hundred meters long and wide, and is a medium-sized space for conducting some private transactions. most suitable.

Following the bustling crowd walking down the nearly two hundred steps, Luo Nie, in addition to carefully observing the surroundings, grabbed Sai's left hand with force to prevent any accidents from happening.

After all, when they first entered Sunida, the mercenary with the "S" medal on his chest warned them that all actions here were not subject to the law, including killing, but another rule required that different races must be respected and no discrimination allowed.

Luo Nie still couldn't figure out these two contradictory rules, so he simply chose to go to the auction with the most cautious attitude.

For this reason, he deliberately put the "BK-58" pistol in a holster around his waist that was not easily noticed, and he still wore one of Say's MB-672 Shadow Time Wristbands to ensure that when possible Contact us at any time in case of an accident.

Looking at the crowd around him, Sai looked relaxed and curious.

He looked at the relatively bright space surrounded by metal pipes and the brightly lit gas lamps that were turned on. His brown pupils and clear child-like eyes exuded endless curiosity.

In addition to the heavily armed mercenaries hired by the auction organizer who were wearing military green uniforms, holding unknown assault rifles, and wearing brown masks, there were also a few decent people wearing suits and top hats.

There were also many human beings whose body parts, either arms or legs, had been made up of silvery-white machines, and a few homeless-looking men with sharp eyes wearing tattered linen fabrics.

When the surrounding space continued to become dim and there was no new thing, Sai simply took a few bites of the steaming pie wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

Although there is a shortage of supplies in the wasteland world, if you do not consider whether the ingredients used are infected by unintentional burning fluid or viruses, the amount of edible food has increased a lot.

Sai is a semi-lost person. The fragrant pie in his hand is made of wild wheat from the polluted area, wild apples growing in the green forest, and the meaty body of the "Heartless Wolf" that has been cut off to retain the filling. material.

Although Luo Nie was not interested in this kind of food, the food that sounded sweet and delicious and could greatly stimulate his appetite made him feel a strong sense of "sadness".

But it has one advantage, besides being delicious, it’s cheap.

10 cents each!

After ten minutes of walking along the crowded crowds and stairs, Luo Nie finally saw a vast space that resembled a factory.

The rectangular area surrounded by the barbed wire wall in front of him roughly divided the space into two. A shiny metal plate hung directly above the door made of wire in the middle of the wall, with the words "Auction Venue" written on it. A word formed from the Zinitic language.

Standing next to the door was a man who looked like a gentleman, wearing white gloves, holding a black cane and a leather bag.

Next to him was a strong mercenary wearing a pure black ancient god mask with fixed metal octopus tentacles. He was holding a rifle and staring at the surrounding crowd cautiously.

"Sir, the auction inside is about to end. But you and your children still need number tags to enter. If you don't want to enter the auction, the spaces on the left and right belong to the underground market area, and there are also many interesting trading items." Gentleman The man stretched out his white-gloved palm, stopped Luo Nie and Sai, and said.

"Here you go, number plates No. 56 and 57. Can you enter now?" Luo Nie asked with a "friendly" smile on his face.

"Okay." The gentleman man received the number plate, bent down and bowed in greeting, and replied with a polite smile:

"At the end of the wide cement road here are three gates. The auctions on the left are weapons, and the auctions on the right are materials for making magic source potions. As for the middle, there are a few props that no one cares about and seem to be related to sequential monsters."