Wasteland Echoer

Room 7057, Legion Residence, Chekavsk Military Administration, No. 999, Forbidden District, Chekavsk.

The clear sound of water flow came from the bathroom inside the room. In this hotel-like clean and tidy room provided for the empire's low- and mid-level officers, Wright could rarely rely on the warm and clean water to wash his body.

Wright's current rank is Silver Blade 5. Although he is still in the lowest category among the professional ranks set by the Sune Empire, he is only one step away from being promoted to Red Earth.

Most of the ordinary soldiers of the empire and the lower-level members of the escort team are generally Silver Blade 1-2, and the rare captain-level members are between 3-4.

Of course, Sokra and Zhnetsk, one is the capital of the empire, the other is the old capital of the empire, the city where the royal family is located, and the rank of the lower-level soldiers is relatively high.

The remaining memory fragments remind Wright that even though he was the captain of the "Lost-03" team before, after entering Socra, he could only be incorporated into De's team and become a bottom member.

The escorts in various parts of the empire are nominally called "Teams", but in fact they are equivalent to a legion. The Guards General leads the entire "Team" uniformly, and the squads under the "Team" are divided into parallel branches and do not lead each other. respective tasks.

The army is mainly responsible for fighting against the Heartless and the Lost. In addition to maintaining the security of the empire's cities, the Guards also undertake small-scale assault operations, or target specific alien Heartless, or explore ruins and monsters. In short, the degree of danger is greatly increased. Opportunities for exposure to magic and the extraordinary are relatively plentiful.

"It's rare. If we don't consider the issue of complete water purification, the water here is not only sufficient for daily drinking, but also enough for bathing." Wright teased with a satisfied look.

He deftly turned off the shower head that was flowing precious clean water, and wiped the upper part of his body clean with a towel.

"I heard from Brett that the residents here actually have to inject No. 15 or No. 20 medicine regularly. One is to prevent the unintentional virus, and the other is to reverse the situation when you feel you may be infected but still maintain consciousness. So. They are not as resistant to many natural things as the Socratic city. Water is the source of life, how much can it harm humans?" Wright said to himself with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

After wiping his head and other parts of his body clean, Wright looked at the mirror in the middle of the small bathroom.

It’s different from the side I saw when I first woke up in this world.

Everything in that three-story dilapidated hut was dilapidated, including the stairs, the floor, even the frosted glass windows, and the messy yellowed bed.

The residence of the Chekavsk Management Center is simply arranged for the upper class and important people. Although there are not many non-commissioned officers actually living here in the whole building, in terms of the gorgeous details, not many places can match it.

This mirror did not have any black particles left by its rough work. Instead, it was extremely pure. After the fog was wiped away, it could perfectly reflect my charming face.

Pure black pupils, short black hair that is no longer messy, and a fair face that no longer has the gray-black and scarlet remnants of before. It is fair and pure. If this world can "debut", I am afraid that I will A face can create as much value as a city.

My body also began to become stronger. With sizable chest muscles and clearly visible abdominal muscles, this body seems to have gradually shed its "witheredness" since the battle with Yato. Now it seems that it is becoming more and more strong like a real army [warrior].

Charming and strong, strong and charming.

His face and body are like the god in the ancient Greek mythology of the previous world who has never seen his face. No matter who it is, as long as he stares at this body and face for more than three minutes, he may be addicted to it forever. Unable to extricate himself, he may even fall into madness until he is destroyed.

After not being able to help but take a second look, Wright turned off the bright gas light in the bathroom, unscrewed the metallic copper handle, and closed the wooden door of the bathroom in the smallest possible way so as not to disturb the neighbors.

This is a habit that Wright has always retained, and it is also the natural instinct of "Haibo" as he did not want to disturb others in the previous world.

Carefully recalling the remaining memory fragments, Wright felt that "he" had never been afraid when dealing with the unintentional and the lost, nor would he have any complex emotions that interfered with the war.

After all, they were enemies. Although most of them were mutated humans, the education he received as a soldier prevented him from showing mercy to them.

As for human beings, his own compatriots, Wright has always hidden an emotion called "fraternity" deep in his heart.

Even though humans in the wasteland are more terrifying than mindless humans, it is humans who must restore order in the world, not lower creatures without intelligence.

After putting on a large white cotton nightgown, which was provided by the Chekavsk Legion for people with special abilities, Wright slowly stepped on the clean wooden floor with his bare feet, pulled open the red leather seat, and half-climbed lazily. On the short mahogany table.

"Are you confused about the future? My Wright, the future ruler of the crimson wasteland world, the controller of the gray extraordinary mist, the controller of the scarlet magic source power, the future owner of the Zine Empire, the protector of the human world, The founder of the Fifth Era. Mr. Wright Sugra." The familiar tone of the red-faced Hein came to Wright's ears.

As several crimson lines and dots of light flashed in front of Wright's eyes, a smart red tail emerged from his neck. Wright opened his left eye and looked, and saw the red-faced Hain "standing" upright in front of his sight. The position ahead.

"I don't care if you peek into my heart once or twice. Do you even want to peek into my random thoughts when I was half confused at Migov Hospital?" Wright pretended to be angry.

This kind of extreme "middle-class" self-profession is called ideal when it comes from one's own mouth, but once it comes out of other people's mouth, it is ridicule and seems extremely unnatural.

"There are conditions for being peeped into one's heart. Not everyone has this ability, and not everyone can be peeped at. I have a hunch that the battle in Silent Highlands will bring great benefits to your Zine Empire, and even to the The entire human race in the Western Continent has opened two completely different futures." The red-faced Hain's tone became serious.

"A completely different future?" Wright wondered, getting up from the short mahogany table and supporting his head with one hand.

"It would be great if there were tarot cards or sequence cards, so that I could help you with a divination. You should have heard of the Flame Empire in the east. Their royal family has the blood of the dragon clan. Originally, that country had the power to dominate the continent. The entire capital was ruined just because of a celebration." The red-faced Haien said leisurely.

"A celebration?" Wright was a little confused.

"Long Qing, the little emperor of the empire at that time, the child called the Spiritual Emperor by the Fire Empire tried to summon the dragons to come back to the world again."

Go up... Lingdi, it seems that the culture of the Fire Empire in the East is similar to the foodie empire I lived in before time travel. The title of their emperor should be "posthumous title", which was used to sum up after his death. lifetime.

"But you and I are both familiar with the history of the first and second eras. Most of the dragons have been eliminated or imprisoned by humans led by the five warriors. Even the souls of the Lord of the Night who helped the dragons in the war are imprisoned in different planes. His celebration is destined to fail. By the way, I vaguely remember seeing half-dragons and real dragons. But it’s too long ago. In short, the empire’s action this time is like a gamble. If it fails, use your knowledge to rationalize it. Analysis, what conclusions can you draw?" Red-faced Hain prompted.

"The empire's soldiers that can be put into battle are exhausted, and the empire will no longer be able to control the order of the wasteland. Humanity will lose at least half of its strongholds, or simply flee north and enter the ice and snow of the Crusad Federation to survive. But if If successful, it will be a good start for the empire to completely restore order in the Western Continent. In short, it will be a new world." Wright replied.

His eyes suddenly became very clear and seemed to be filled with light.

But soon, it was replaced by pure black eyes, with no trace of brightness visible.

"Do you still remember what the big man said to you last afternoon?" Red-faced Hain asked, changing the subject.

"He plans to leave on April 5 for Chekavsk Railway Station and ask me to follow him and Moros to Donusk via the 'Straight Heart-03' line. The Sokra Committee also means that the convoys and regiments hope to arrive in advance Station near the city ruins, wait for the imperial army to launch an attack, and then rush to the Silent Highlands to participate in the battle." Wright said, his eyes turned in a circle in his eye sockets, and he thought:

"That's why I took a shower today. After all, this is my first time taking a shower since...I lost my memory. Taking a shower here does have a wonderful feeling. However, people who survive in the wasteland, especially They are soldiers, aren’t they all pitiful beings?”

"Pity?" The red-faced Hai En asked doubtfully.

"A pitiful existence as small as an ant. We can neither end the era of chaos nor peep into the truth. We can only move forward as much as possible according to the guidance of fate, follow the guidance of the goddess of light, and then touch... an extraordinary future." There was a hint of melancholy in Wright's tone.

"It's better," said the red-faced Haien, trying to break the solemn atmosphere:

"Test the two sequential monsters that the Lost One gave you? I remember he told you simple information and how to use them. If you can perfectly apply their power, I believe the danger to you in the next mission will be greatly reduced. "

"That's right." Wright nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up and pulled open the red leather seat, and pulled out the yellow metal box given by Aaron from the yellow military backpack. Since the colors of the two were inexplicably close, in order not to attract attention, Wright simply put the two boxes together. were put together.

He turned his head and glanced out the window at the deathly silent city night sky and the scattered stars twinkling in the cosmic night sky.

Wright chose to lock the front door of the room and press the switch to turn off all the excess gas lights in the room.

Immediately afterwards, he lit a red candle on the short mahogany table, and placed the drink provided by the Chekavsk Legion for superpowers, the only alcohol still produced in the empire, the "Victory Brand" gin The wine is placed in front of you.

"MB-102, Bracelet of Peeping."

Wright chose to take out the smaller bracelet first and played with it in his hand.

The interweaving style of dark green and dark is quite reminiscent of the wasteland world. The four gemstones inlaid on it only slightly reflect the dark red light. Except for the iris flowers and sunflowers, the entire carved pattern is as straight as a ruler or compass. The lines form a figure like a city wall.

"Monster type: Item type."

"Methods to trigger power: alcohol and magic power."

"Function: Detect the user's magic source type and order level. And be able to detect the above information of a specific target within a range of fifty meters. The user should at least be intelligent."

"Brief description: A prop monster left over from the old Crusted Palace. The previous owners used to drink alcohol when using it. Catalyzed by the power of the magic source, its trigger also requires the user to come into contact with alcohol. This monster is very important to the army and the empire. The value of it is not great, after all, it cannot evaluate the power of steam machinery. After the Chekavsk branch of the Sequential Monster Foundation was ordered to stop operating, it was placed in the warehouse and became a waste that no one cares about."

"By the way, this is the information Aaron told me. However, I want to test it and try to form a spirit."

Wright said, put the "Prying Bracelet" on his wrist, and took a sip of gin.

He was not good at drinking in both worlds. He endured the pungent taste, closed his eyes tightly, and began to use his familiar spell to form a spirit:

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

"Let me see the truth."

In an instant, an explosive feeling came from Wright's brain. As the burning sensation of the bracelet gradually increased, the ever-changing mist-like colors suddenly appeared in front of Wright.

Information that didn't belong to him began to pour into his brain.

"Red flames, blue water, green vegetation, yellow earth, and silver metal. Light and darkness are symbols of their bodies. Only the strong wind is mixed with a mixture of green and gray." Wright resisted the feeling of explosion. , chanting about the various intentions he saw and the types of magic power he felt.

Then, he felt the indescribable mysterious yet warm feeling brought to him by the sequence core.

"The green of wisdom, the blue of inspiration, the red of pain, the gold of hope, the white of battle, the black of abandonment, the color of confusion."

Wright muttered and suddenly opened his eyes.

He subconsciously looked towards the "Peeping Bracelet" which was carved with patterns and inlaid with gems. Two palm-sized pictures on the left and right were projected directly above the bracelet.

On the left is a blazing red flame outlined with simple lines, and on the right is a pure dark green light without any impurities.

This is his own message!

"The flame should represent the red magic source power, and the green light should refer to the innate 'wisdom' sequence core of human beings." Wright murmured.

But the next second, the expensive "Peeping Bracelet" disappeared from Wright's wrist, leaving only a circle of light black, like a tattoo-like pattern of iris flowers and sunflowers intertwined.

There are also four equally spaced dark red spots surrounding the arm!