Wasteland Echoer

Zhenye Empire, Staro-Uko Province, Chekavsk City, Forbidden District No. 998, Chekavsk Legion Training Center, Underground Shooting Range.

"I pray for the blessing of the goddess of light!"

"Let me shoot without missing a beat!"

Ping! Ping!

The brass bullet in the Wright pistol shot forward in a standard geometric straight line in the bright and small space.

Ping! Ping! Ping!

A total of five bullets were fired from the jet-black practice pistol in his hand, leaving scattered holes on the target.

"Huh, it still doesn't work! It's really a lot worse to secretly make up for it by yourself. The core course of the Socra Guard is shooting, and the advantage of human beings when facing the Lost and the Unintentional is the hot weapon. No, try again!"

Wright took two deep breaths, passed the slightly hot barrel of the gun with his right hand wearing a brown tactical glove, removed the bullet clip that was also warm, and took out another bullet from his pocket with the words "Dark Night of Chekavsk" printed on it. A brass bullet with the words "Ming Factory" was inserted into it.

Only one is needed, and it is enough to hit the target just once.

After all, ever since meeting Yato two or three days ago, Wright couldn't wait to do something with the memory of his combat ability that was left in his mind and felt like it was about to disappear.

At least you need to be proficient in the use of basic firearms and machinery, as well as some combat skills.

His bizarre red magic source power cannot be overused. It can be seen from the two battles with Yato and Kayas that once he violates the two tips of the girl who incarnates the god in the dream, he will fall into madness and coma every time.

If he suddenly fell into a coma during the next battle mission, he couldn't believe what good luck he would have.

After all, humans who can travel to another world usually don't have much luck!

Wright stared at the target ten meters away. It was made of wood, with a layer of cheap white paint nailed on it, and the number of rings drawn with simple lines.

The girl wearing a scarf in the dream who looked like an ancient Greek style once again appeared in his mind, and her two requests echoed in his mind:

"Using the power of the red magic source to form a spirit. First, you can't bleed. Second, you can't overdraw."

"But what are the consequences? Will I be replaced by a divine messenger that may have been hidden somewhere in my body, or will I fall into madness and become a beast and monster-like existence?" Wright murmured.

He looked up at the metal plate with No. 58 hanging on the top of the mottled wall, checked the magazine, and then clasped it tightly.

Then, he stood upright with his upper body, closed his left eye tightly, and tried to slow down his breathing as much as possible, while silently restraining his right hand from shaking slightly due to the weight of the pistol.

He followed the principle of "three points and one line", stared at the black ring that filled his sight like a black hole in the universe, and used it for aiming, and fired.

bump!

The heavy and powerful sound of bullets almost pierced his earbuds, shaking his soul for a second.

But no surprise, the sixth bullet just added another discrete variable to the white scatter plot. The red area in the center was still intact as when he first entered here for target shooting.

"Three 7-rings, one 6-ring, and the last one with the most care turned out to be the three-ring. It seems that hard work does not necessarily have good results, it has to be skills. It would be great if Brett was here, I remember he still owes I have a shooting lesson." Wright muttered.

He held his hands on the low barbed wire wall that separated the shooter from the target. He ignored his sore body and looked at the jet-black pistol used for practice in his hand.

If I remember correctly, this pistol was modeled after the pistol worn by officers with an imperial career level of 3 or above Hurricane.

After all, rifles and submachine guns belong to the grassroots soldiers. If the legion is faced with a direct battle with unintentional people, then the battle is not far away from failure.

"This seems to be part of the "Safety Manual" of the Socra Guards." Wright forced out a slightly stiff smile and placed the pistol engraved with a delicate double-headed eagle pattern on the plastic bench aside. He shook his numb arms vigorously.

"Brett, Brett. You told me a lot of information about my own time-traveling. Although you didn't know that the ritual would cause my time-traveling. But it seems that from the beginning we were under the guidance of George and the Socratic Committee. Let’s complete the mission.” Wright said to himself.

He took off the silver-white helmet on his head to prevent damage from accidental shooting, revealing a head of pure black short, fluffy and messy hair, as well as weak water vapor rising like smoke above.

He didn't want to wear the black trench coat that got him into trouble anymore. Apart from the extremely uncoordinated gash in his hoodie that had been made by the "Psius Dagger", the battle with [Shadow Man] Qiao Yin did not cause any serious damage. I was injured or caused some kind of sensation, but I have been unable to try to use the magic source power to form spirits in the past few days.

Even talking to the red-faced Hain to learn some additional information about the gods is not enough.

As long as you recite the spell to get a spirit, you will feel the endless emptiness after your body is filled with "sin".

It’s like it’s been hollowed out!

Not to mention using the red magic source power to enter the "Gray Dream", or summoning the "Touch of Darkness" and other light powers for combat.

Now I can only spend a short time practicing combat skills while waiting for the red magic source power to "return to blue".

As for the upper-level profession that I call [Order], I am afraid that I have to contact the gods of the Silent Highlands or obtain other opportunities to obtain the "inspiration", "pain", "hope" and "combat" sequence cores in order to gradually copy the skills of other professions. Only when you have the ability can you show your strong side.

Red-faced Hain once again emphasized to me a few days ago that you can break through through magic power and potions at level 4. If you want to upgrade to level 3, you must touch the gods or even fall into a state of near-death. These are very important to the current level. To me, it's as far away as the era mentioned in "The Afterglow of Crusted".

After shaking his head to clear his messy thoughts, Wright slightly arranged his sweat-soaked silver guard top and tactical trousers.

After putting his helmet back on neatly, Wright picked up the jet-black pistol used for training and prepared to return it to the shooting range management office.

He turned his head sharply, and a "wall" filled with military green and with the arc of a human body on the edge filled his entire field of vision.

His black eyes suddenly tightened, and the beating of his heart suddenly slowed down for half a beat. After seeing clearly the owner of the "wall", Wright breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fist and fiercely pointed towards the strongest part of the upper half of the "wall" to joke. Like hammering.

"Brett, when did you show up behind me? You're such a big guy and you don't make a sound at all. You act like a thief."

"By the way, I want to talk to you about the new mission that the Socra Committee sent me about some of us. I couldn't find you at the military management station, but I heard someone said that you were practicing shooting at the training center?" Brett deliberately used a sad expression. He looked at Wright thoughtfully.

After turning his head and looking at the "Scatter Chart" target, he couldn't help laughing and said:

"You didn't hit the bull's-eye with one shot, not a single shot! Hahaha, hahaha! Not a single shot. When I was in Kusha, I could shoot a lot at the age of ten."

"Stop laughing." Wright pouted and said angrily:

"You still owe me a shooting lesson. I met the Lost One during the Kefu War and couldn't teach it. It's time to pay me back this time. Also, I heard that there will be a big war in more than 20 days. .I’m not allowed to take the opportunity to practice.”

"Practice, that's right. But now that you have been recognized as a person with superpowers by the Sokra Guards and the Chekavsk Legion, why not use the superpowers you awakened when fighting the Wu Xinren. You are also related to the power of magic. Well, if you have the power of those sequential monsters, I am afraid that except for Socra, you will be a very popular presence in the entire empire."

Brett said, lowering his head and scanning Wright up and down with his green eyes, then his attention fell on the black gun in his right hand that was wrapped in tactical gloves but still showed some light brown scars, and said:

"This pistol for practice is different from your Mad Bear pistol. Of course, it can maintain your basic ability to use firearms. But now is no longer the era of revolvers and flintlocks. In addition to relying on magic power and supernatural power, In addition to special guns that can shoot, there are also powerful guns that are specially designed to target unintentional people. In terms of design, special guns greatly improve the penetration of steel and metals, but also limit the explosion range of bullets after penetrating the body. After all, unintentional people The splash of burning liquid is fatal to ordinary humans. Therefore, we not only pursue power, but also safety."

"I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable, even knowing the magic source power. As far as I know, a tall and strong [warrior] like you is usually used to fighting and is not interested in learning." Wright tilted his head and teased.

"It's not just force that can guide people to survive in the wasteland world. Without wisdom, what's the difference between you and those careless people. Well, haven't you always wanted me to help you with your lessons? As your best friend, you The current direct captain, I now ask for additional orders to shoot you and let me guide you." Brett said in a rich voice without hesitation.

"Okay, got it." Wright muttered with his lips curled up.

Immediately afterwards, he took another deep breath, closed his left eye tightly, picked up the heavy pistol in his right hand, and looked along the "three points and one line" position to prepare to pull the trigger.

However, he suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by a huge green bear behind him.

Brett's tall body was pressed tightly against Wright's back and arms. He used his right hand with a black half-finger glove to lift Wright's right arm holding the gun. He pointed the fingertips of his left hand towards the bullseye and said:

"Many novices will unconsciously lift the gun up when shooting because of the weight. This is completely unnecessary. The recoil of today's guns is not as exaggerated as it was earlier. The ones made by the Xinyuan factory and the factory here have undergone strict inspections. But you should look for it. It felt like using a gun in the previous battle. When you used your handy Crazy Bear pistol to attack the 'Bear Claw' careless man, didn't you also kill him with one hit?"

"That's..." Wright felt a little unnatural and said:

"It should be the result of the magic source power. It may have improved my observation ability and stability. Now I don't want to use any magic source power. I just pretend that I am not... a superpower."

"Then you might as well regard the target in front of you as an unintentional person. The abscesses all over its body are bleeding with bright red blood, its limbs are all sharp claws, and the pink-white parts of its body are covered with sparse down. Its face is constantly covered with scars. The tentacles are wriggling outwards, and the arms are waving messily as if they were twisted by machinery." Brett explained:

"Now his blood-red eyes are staring at you, and his chest glowing with red liquid is flashing. He is getting closer and closer to you, getting closer and closer, and he will stretch out his sharp claws to pierce you. Your throat is broken..."

"ah!"

Under Brett's "horrible" description, Wright roared violently.

Then, a crimson light flashed in his deep black eyes, and his steady right hand held by Brett instantly pulled the trigger!

bump!

"Ten rings! Ten rings!"

Wright stared at the damaged red area at the bullseye and roared excitedly with a slightly hoarse voice!

The Chekavsk chapter is still the last chapter in the Wright part of the Silent Highlands chapter, and the subsequent Donusk chapter is part of the Silent Highlands chapter.