Wasteland Echoer

Just as Aaron and Kashaeva walked along the hollow bridge-like road made of barbed wire to the end, and Aaron was about to reach out to move the switch of the valve-like steel door, Kashaeva suddenly pulled Raya. Tuo's clothes corner reminded him quietly:

"Mr. Aaron, I smell the same kind of smell, the familiar smell of blood, and an indescribable flowing breath. In short, sir, I suggest you be careful."

"I have seen the compatriots who hope that the Church controls twisted dark magic; I have seen the compatriots from the Church of Dark Night who are like a bunch of rats, their eyes turn red at night; I have also seen the ugly, huge giant monster compatriots from the Church of Giants. Just. I even participated in the 'Chekavusk Recapture War' that was riddled with corpses forty years ago. Kashaeva, if you only rely on your feelings to act, you will not have anyone trustworthy in the wasteland world." Ya. Lun preached in the distinctive tone of a politician.

"But women's intuition is always very accurate." Kashaeva said reluctantly.

"Women?" Aaron's tone was laced with a hint of disdain. He turned his head and looked at Kashaeva, who was neatly dressed in military uniform. Even the military trousers were tightly covered like a man's to guard against minor attacks, and said:

"The glorious era of women has long since evaporated with the New Yuan. Even the writer who respects women the most in the Putoa Federation did not cry out 'Don't believe in the goddess' before he died. Intuition has always been based on experience, and for You don’t have as much experience in fighting as I do.”

Not bothering to observe the solemn expression of Kashaeva next to him, Aaron stretched out his hands and waved the part that resembled the rudder of a ship.

"Boom - boom -, click."

Under the power of the Lost One, the small valve-shaped door was easily opened.

Immediately afterwards, Aaron pulled the small steel door forcefully outward.

As the dull metallic sound echoed in the small space, a white, sun-like light instantly poured into the openness created by the electric lamp.

What caught Yato and Kashaeva's eyes was not the dark, dirty laboratory full of animal parts and sticky blood that they had imagined.

On the contrary, the environment here is as clean as if it has been baptized by the goddess of light.

The bright and empty room is filled with a white atmosphere. The floor is made of pure white marble tiles, and the walls have been painted with white paint and actually reflect the bright light around them.

Aaron took a few steps forward along the white floor. The empty room was about the size of a football field. At the end of the field of vision are four bases made of black metal. The upper part is a cylindrical fully enclosed glass container, and the interior is filled with green bubbling incubators.

Several metal tubes are inserted into the upper, middle and lower directions of the incubator, and the extended parts converge into a larger metal tube that leads outside the white wall.

Looking up, Aaron noticed the huge ball made of an unknown material that emitted white light hanging from the top of the laboratory.

He could feel the temperature of the ball and the heat it radiated, but he couldn't find the right words to describe how it worked.

"Brother Aaron, you're here." John's voice came from behind Aaron.

Aaron looked back, and he saw the familiar figure wearing a white coat and slightly fat.

[Slaughterer] John, a lower-level professional with a certificate issued by the Imperial Professional Council, an old man with dual doctorates in medicine and biology, and the owner of a number of research institutions such as Migov Hospital and Chekavsk Underground Research Institute.

At this moment, he was wearing rubber gloves on both hands, and in his right hand he was holding a dark blue remote control-like object with an antenna plugged into one end.

"Why are you up there? According to the normal etiquette of the empire, you should stand on the same level as me and talk. The only ones who are condescending are God and the Lord." Aaron started a debate with John about doctrine with some anger.

"It was supposed to be like this, but the four people you need to see are all down there, in the four incubators. Ina is the woman that Crown Prince Evante needs. I promised you that this cultivation will be The last time. After she wakes up, she will be able to think and talk like a normal person. If you are not stingy with your magic power, you can even use your seduction ability to completely turn her into your puppet. Isn't that what you are? Did you do it?" John asked with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"The empire will also compensate you with 500 new ducats. I heard just two days ago that you don't like banknotes and think that those things are just symbols of value and have no value. Therefore, I have already prepared it for you in the basement of the 'Industrial Heart' That’s it.” Aaron responded loudly.

"There is also Ivan Ross, the 'young wolf' of the 'Lone Wolf Society'. He was injured by your brother and has been in a coma since last month. That stupid groundhog of Evante actually He also wanted to help [Guardian] Pusef to save his little brother. As everyone knows, superpowers are to the empire like hallucinogenic drugs to lost humans, they are addictive and can cause destruction. That child’s body He has the same blood as you, and according to the article "Discussion on Superpowers and Heartless People" written by Professor Yawiski two hundred years ago, he is actually considered a semi-lost person."

"Half-lost person?" Aaron asked in a deep voice, confused.

"Yes, the half-lost ones. They are different from those with superpowers. Human superpowers are either magicians who come into contact with the magic source, or humans who are contaminated by the burning fluid but do not touch the heart and brain. Their superpowers Most of the people with powers that are close to magic and extraordinary, and can change their physical form almost do not exist in this wasteland continent." John explained.

"That's true." Aaron agreed, looking at John and the rotating exhaust fan behind him.

"Pusev also came to me and asked me to save the 'young wolf', and the crown prince's secretary also came to me and asked me to turn him into a monster. Brother Aaron, he was injured by your brother Yatuo 'Young Wolf' Ivan, in which direction do you want him to change?" John's tone suddenly rose a bit.

Like a choir leader singing a tenor song.

"As a lost person, I certainly hope that one of our fellow monsters will appear. It's all for...the empire." Aaron said with a polite smile.

"Okay, let's turn him into a real wolf. The next step is the patchwork that Shamon and I jointly cultivated. Shamon named him the 'new human' Sinais. Sinais." John said with a high voice Tone repeated the name of the patchwork and said:

"It's the one I showed you in the incubator last time. The connotation of this name comes from the language of the old Crusted, 'powerful'. It is indeed a powerful existence. But there is a small reason for it. It’s a pity, and I hope Mr. Aaron can do a small favor for me, a poor man who is about to meet the Lord.”

"Meeting with the Lord?" Aaron's heart suddenly trembled, and he felt as if a blower had been suddenly placed on his back, and a cold feeling was suddenly rising.

"My teacher was scratched by someone unintentionally when he was retreating from Migov. Since the injury was to the heart, there was no possibility of reversing it. And after we left, the teacher carefully built the Migov Cathedral in the back garden of the church. A battle broke out between the Lost and the Supernatural. What a coincidence."

Shamon stood up from behind John and echoed his teacher John's words.

"Are you Shamon?" Aaron walked.

"That's right. The teacher has made a will. As long as the day comes when the Lord and the Lord of the Night call him to the realm of cleansing sin, I will take over all the teacher's research and make a final effort for the empire and mankind until death. . So, Mr. Aaron, you are a lost person of the [Seducer] profession who has experienced many battles, right?" Shamon asked.

Aaron looked up at Sha Meng, who had healthy wheat-colored skin exposed on his upper body and was also wearing a white coat stained with some scarlet liquid. He suddenly felt an aura called "crazy" lingering around them.

He turned his head and glanced at Kashaeva, whose right hand was quietly hiding the gun on her waist. Her eyes were staring sharply and vigilantly at the surroundings. At this moment, he seemed to start to trust "women's intuition" a little bit.

His left hand subconsciously touched the "Wolf" brand pistol at his waist and asked:

"I am the Lost One, and your teacher knows this. Since you are helping, you must tell me the reward and mission."

"This means you agree, right?" A green smile appeared on Sha Meng's lips.

Immediately afterwards, he took the dark cyan remote control from John's hand and pressed one of the bright red buttons toward the incubator filled with green liquid.

"Beep beep beep..."

A mechanical beeping sound passed through Aaron's ears. He turned around and saw that the green liquid in the incubator in the middle of the distance was pouring out, and the metal pipe connecting the inside was instantly drawn aside.

Among them, the patchwork monster named "Sinais" is opening pure black eyes similar to those owned by the legendary Lord of the Night.

Whoosh!

Almost at the same time as the incubator shattered, a tiny feather cut through the white space and headed straight for Aaron's heart, which was as hard as a machine.

Relying on the powerful reflexes of the Lost and decades of combat experience, Aaron contracted the muscles in his calves and core of the body, and suddenly turned his body to the right.

It was a pure black feather stuck vertically on the white marble floor. The head was like an arrow used by archers in ancient times of the empire, with a slight scarlet color, which made people feel inexplicably trembling.

After a slight hesitation, Aaron quickly took out the "Wolf" pistol, held it in front of his body, loaded the gun, and pulled the trigger in the direction of Sinais.

Ping!

The sound of metal colliding came from the monster's body.

Accompanied by the sound of objects squirming, more than ten seconds later, Sinais's three-meter-high body appeared in front of Aaron.

It was slightly different from the time he was underground at Migov Hospital. Although his forehead was still inlaid with a "dark crest" that exuded a strong aura of magic power, all the hair on his head had been removed, and instead it was covered with hair that looked like " Medusa-like snake-like tentacles.

The feline fur covering his body was completely gone, replaced by thick, crocodile-like scales, and immature bird-like wings extending from his back.

His claws have been replaced by sharp steel blades, and the outline of his thick chest and abdominal muscles under the scales still makes people feel so strong.

But the three octopus-like tentacles on his lower body no longer glowed with blue light, but instead showed the ultimate scarlet aura just like his eyeballs.

While Aaron was observing, the left one of Sinais's three strong tentacles suddenly slid on the ground, and then struck straight towards Aaron's head.

Second update today.

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