Wasteland Echoer

Snapped!

Wright's body quickly turned to the right, and the long red whip exuding a strong smell of fire struck the withered yellow weeds next to him.

It made a crisp and shocking sound, like the soul-stirring thunder in a thunderstorm.

It is very similar to a sport often used by nomads from the Eastern Continent to keep fit - whipping.

After barely rolling a few times in the weeds that smelled of mud and an indescribable stench, Wright quickly took out the "Bear" pistol hidden in the leather holster at his waist and shot at the figure directly in front of him.

bump!

The sparking silver bullets rushed out of the barrel, like a knight charging forward heroically, bound to fight against the enemy who was making a despicable sneak attack in front of him.

However, as the person in front of him slightly adjusted his body posture and turned his head slightly to the left, the bullet just passed through his left cheek, burning and melting his brown mask, turning it into a piece of firewood with sparks remaining. rag.

"Who are you? Why did you do the sneak attack?" Wright stood up, picked up the "Wild Bear" pistol, pointed it at the figure, and slowly moved forward.

"You are indeed Wright Sogra. This kind of reaction speed and agility make me marvel at your strength. And I smell a strong scent of magic power on you, even though you didn't use it." That person He said it in a slightly immature and hoarse accent.

Wright heard very clearly that the language spoken by the person in front of him was indeed Zhnetsk dialect, but just like himself, it did not have a pure Socratic accent or Zhnetsk accent, but a bit of foreign accent. Dialect accent.

It's like the Zine Empire language is mixed with the tones of the Crusted region and some oral habits of the common language of the West Continent, but Wright doesn't feel any sense of intimacy when meeting someone who is suspected of being a "fellow countryman".

"To put it bluntly, for the enemy, I only want to hear the information I need." Wright's tone became stern.

"Do you remember Aaron? You asked him for a divination. He accidentally mentioned the aura of the [Order] to me, and I briefly borrowed his senses. So, as soon as I boarded this journey to Dunwu I felt the wonderful feeling brought by this aura on the 'Eternal Motion' train in Skok. Let me meet you, my name is Miyou, and I am a [thief]."

As Miyou spoke, he waved the fiery blood-red whip in his hands and swung it several times at the surrounding weeds that were half a person tall.

But the sharp flame breath weakened just as it reached Wright, creating a semicircular "communication" area for the two of them.

"[Thief]?" Wright asked doubtfully, looking at Miyou.

This is an unheard-of new type of profession. Although the remaining memory fragments include combat experience with the Lost, it seems that the Lost with professions are only found in the old Uko Province near Sokra and Chekavsk. Gradually there were more.

"Yes, I have been able to use the abilities of other professionals briefly in combat or contact. Although the number of times is limited, it is enough to deal with sudden crises. When I was looking for your traces in the A-K carriages, I came into contact with many legionnaires. , Sure enough, I still found two very interesting skills." Miyou said with a half-satisfied smile.

"Which two?" Wright asked doubtfully, without putting down the "Crazy Bear" pistol in his hand.

"The ability to stop time, as well as the ability to seduce. There are [Delayers] and [Deceivers] in this train. Plus you, the [Order] who has no ability for the time being, I think, here I was not alone in my journey to Donusk and the Silent Highlands.”

Miyou said, tearing off the mask that had begun to stick to her body, and threw it to the ground where the gray-black vegetation ash remained.

Immediately afterwards, as if he thought of something important, he reached out and touched his cheek with bright blood stains, put a little of it under his nostrils and smelled it, then licked his fingers with his hands, as if enjoying the blood. The pleasure that comes.

A few seconds later, he opened the cuffs of his general's green camouflage military uniform, glanced at the dirt-stained mechanical watch, and said:

"You have plenty of time, Mr. Wright. I have heard about the ability of [Yuanzhi]. It is mentioned in the 'Professional Manual' of the Hope Church that people with this profession will have the ability to freeze time and space. Indeed,' The Perpetual Train stops here for only 15 minutes. But under stagnation, the flow of time will be reduced to one-tenth. In other words, you and I actually have 150 minutes of communication time in this small space. .”

"I shouldn't have gotten out of the car to deal with my physical problems." Wright complained in a low voice.

He looked at Mi You, the Lost Person of the [Thief] profession, who was only over 1.6 meters tall in front of him, and his face that was covered with various small scars but revealed a fair complexion.

It seems that he is not old, about 14-16 years old, but in the wasteland world, this age is enough to be recruited into the army and sent to the silent highland battlefield where the war is about to begin to become cannon fodder.

But he was a lost man, a lost man who joined the army and was related to Aaron...

An enemy? Or a friend? to be observed.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wright. We will never miss the train because of wasting time and be abandoned in this desert wasteland covered with weeds. Nor will we be noticed because of the sound of battle. The ability of [The Deceiver] It seems that it can form a closed loop with the skills of [Standard]. Look around here..."

Miyou stretched out her left hand with a black half-glove and pointed at the surrounding space.

His hands did not shake or shift, and Wright glanced around as fast as possible.

The place that had been burned by the flames formed a cylindrical space with a faint blue light, and the interior was messily twisted with curves with a slight blue light.

It was like being surrounded by a light blue laser force field, with a confinement area formed around it.

"What do you want to do?" Wright said directly:

"If it was Aaron who sent me to communicate with me, then you should take back the weapon. But you didn't. The whip in your right hand is still gushing out the magic power, the magic power of the flame, right. But if you represent loss If the Church of the Lost One wants to invite me to surrender to the enemy like the Lost One that I defeated, then let’s have a duel. How about using fists as bargaining chips?”

"It is indeed a human being with the power of the red magic source. Unfortunately, Mr. Aaron related it to you too late. You probably don't know that some changes happened in Chekavsk yesterday. But you have no reason to know, You are now regarded as Sokra's superpower, instead of committing yourself to the Chekavsk Army to become a low-level soldier, Silver Blade 5, and cannon fodder like me." Miyou did not answer Wright's question directly, but He said in a roundabout way:

"Aaron? He really wants to make friends with me, and I am very happy. After all, he is the new ruler of this city, and talking to him, it seems that he is not a complete loser, or that he has completely fallen into the lost camp. Man. The incident you mentioned... refers to him?" A trace of uneasiness flashed through Wright's heart.

"That's right. The closer we get to the war and the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element', the more these crazy and arrogant behaviors will become. Aaron's assistant, the gentle and capable Lost One Kashaeva, was killed by the new human being Sinais 'Killed. Crown Prince Ivant seemed to be extremely confident in his ability to control the situation. He believed that the scientific and mechanical parts could help him win the war and explore the pioneering rights of the gods. Mr. Aaron was completely coerced. "Miyou's eyes flashed with anger and discomfort.

"So he asked you to find me? Wanted me to help him? In return for the investment of making friends?" Wright guessed.

"Not entirely. In short, since I can exist in the army unharmed, it shows that the Church of Hope has already split. People like me and Mr. Aaron have been semi-abandoned by the church. They just want to find gods and mass Advancing the Lost, trying to create more high-level powerful men for war. Sugra hopes to build their 'paradise', and Ivant hopes to execute all the Lost in the three major churches at once. But no one has ever thought about it. Why do humans come into contact with gods, and why do the lost appear on this continent? Mr. Aaron instructed me at the bottom of the 'Industrial Heart' building, in a dark corner filled with the sound of mechanical operation, hoping that I would find you, and remind you not to do it for Go explore the gods and think about the truest reasons deep in your heart." Miyou said with a kind smile.

"The most real reason is to detect gods?" Wright took a deep breath.

The incarnation of the "Daughter of Tool Yuan" he met in his dream emerged in his mind, as well as the ritual of "Silent Singing" mentioned by Brett, the communication between the red-faced Hain and him, and the gray dream. The "mechanical spirit" and "young wolf" encountered.

He thought for a few seconds, put down the Wild Bear pistol, placed it vertically to the ground, and said:

"On the one hand, there are many mysterious powers in my body, and I must get guidance from the gods. Including that dream and that ritual, these powers are all pointing to the 'Daughter of Tool Yuan'. On the other hand, I need to stop Su Guerra's 'Blood Night Ritual'. It is too cruel to exchange for an illusory paradise at the expense of a city citizen. Besides, it is the root of my profession. The power of [Order] needs to reach Order 3. Only by contacting the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element' can I obtain the inspiration sequence core without becoming an unintentional person."

"Yes, Mr. Aaron's description of you is consistent. The exploration of gods is always full of unknowns, but it is fascinating. This is adventure, the exploration of unknown things, and the desire to restore world order. , coupled with the fraternity of all races, form the basis for ending the wasteland." Miyu paused and said:

"Listen to the guidance of the gods to choose the direction, and gain the possibility of communication devoutly. Then sincerely ask for blessings, and then you can finally obtain all seven sequence cores step by step, become a demigod, or even the existence of the new sequence god. Or, you can achieve the end of degeneration. Tu’s long-cherished wish. Mr. Aaron’s instruction is that I can be your assistant, or at least a collaborator. I am disappointed with the Church of Hope, and I also have an identity that forces me to be an enemy of the empire.”

"The Lost One?" Wright asked curiously.

"It's a vampire. Ivant imprisoned our leader Vladimirski. He is destined to be a short-sighted and even cruel man. I hope the war will develop in a direction that is beneficial to the empire, but I will assassinate Ivant . But before that, you and I must work together to contact the gods to prevent her from falling into the hands of the empire. Mr. Aaron has mastered the key to opening the realm of gods, that girl Ina, he will help us at the right time. But in Before this, there was a personal grudge between you and me."

Miyou said, taking half a step back, and the expression on his face began to become ferocious.

"What? Are all you lost people mentally ill or crazy? One second you want to cooperate, and the next second you want to fight? That's the case with that crazy woman Natasha, and that's the same with that [Shapeshifter] Kayas. "Wright smiled helplessly.

He raised the "Crazy Bear" pistol again and pointed it at the heart as hard as steel under the green uniform of Miyou Army.

"Yes, it's [Shapeshifter] Kayas. He turned into a Heartless Man a long time ago. Although he later turned back into a Lost One, he lost more than half of his life after all. But he is the elder brother who has always taken care of me. He underestimated the power of the red magic source in your body and died. I hope to succeed him and complete the unfinished battle!"

Miyou roared angrily, and at the same time, his hands once again surged with long whips that were as bright as the sunset and as red as frighteningly red.

A hint of flaming red flashed in his brown eyes, and he was mumbling to himself, as if he was beginning to form a spirit in another language that was different from the ancient Zhne Empire language and the Central language used for divination.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand merged with the long whip that looked like a gargoyle's tail. In just a few seconds, the whip rapidly expanded and became as thick as a beast's tail.

Scarlet patterns squirmed wantonly on the whip that quickly turned dark, giving off a rotten smell like a dead thing.

In some cracked places, the broken skin and dark red flesh inside were even revealed.

"The thick fog of the blood clan has blessed me, the heat of the fire has descended on me, and the Lord of the Night has protected me. Please give me guidance to win." Miyou roared.

Like a beast about to start a fight, he lowered his body slightly, took a half step back with his right foot, and supported the ground with all his strength.

After letting out a "snoring" sound like a desert wolf in his throat, he swung the whip with all his strength and struck in the direction of Wright's body.

Snapped!

A crisp sound passed through Wright's ears. After he rolled to the left, he held the bottom of the pistol with his left hand and raised his right hand. In a short period of time, his mind flashed back to the underground training center of the Chekavsk Corps two days ago. The scene at the shooting range being coached by Brett.

Wright chose to hold his breath, hold the gun steadily, and avoid pointing the muzzle too much as much as possible. He did not rely on the power of the magic source to form spirits, but he must bring himself into a life-threatening situation where he was fighting unintentional people.

Then, you need to look at the timing and deliver the fatal blow in the shortest possible time.

bump!

Following the violent gunfire, a silver bullet followed a predetermined trajectory, with sparks and crimson tones, and rushed straight to Miyou's right hand, where the wrist and the whip were connected.

In just one second, under the sparks of the bullet and the bright flame-like light, and in a game of concentration and proficiency, Miyou noticed a burst of extreme pain that penetrated the bone marrow and spiritual realm.

He looked to his right hand in disbelief. His long whip, which had become dark with the light of flames, had broken.

Dark red blood and black liquid with a fishy smell were gushing out from the torn arm.

In addition to the scarlet color, there are even blood vessels, muscle tissue and nerves in the exposed flesh.

Miyou could feel that the bright red magic power in his arm was constantly escaping with the blood.

He suddenly realized that one attack was enough to prove the absolute strength of the battle-hardened Wright, and the foreseeable defeat of Kayas's battle.

He smiled and lowered his head covered with short white hair, raised his arms above his head, and knelt down on the soft ground covered with gray-black vegetation ash.