Wasteland Echoer

Zine Empire, Old Uko Province, Donusk Ruins Area A Camp.

Waking up from a messy, confusing, and slightly painful dream, Wright gasped for air and looked at the sky outside the wire bed that had begun to glow a little.

"I have a headache! I used to have dreams where I would meet a substitute for a god, or someone like an apostle. Please give me some hints. The past two days have been nothing but the sound of mechanical gears and a lot of messy sounds. Men, women, children and the elderly. , it seems that I am under a lot of mental pressure. No, I have to ask Moros to help me. If the red magic source power or other power pollutes my spirit, I need to treat it as soon as possible. "

Wright muttered to himself and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, before stumbling to put on the silver top and tactical trousers of the Guards.

After carelessly washing his face with cold water that was not very clean and stained with sediment, he took two deep breaths with a comfortable look on his face to relieve the feeling of hypoxia and discomfort caused by his sleep.

"By the way, Brett said yesterday that this place shouldn't be far from Silent Highlands, but the 'Zhixin-03' line seems to have encountered some problems near here. It was sabotaged by a group of unintentional people with wolf tails and white leopard heads. . The only usable road is across the ruins of the city of Donusk, and it is going to start today. Alas!" Wright sighed.

Then, the sighing turned into a comfortable stretching sound.

After the fatigue gradually left his body and his body reached the pinnacle of ultimate relaxation, Wright hurriedly picked up the iron basin with the double-headed eagle city emblem of Scotland and poured the water into the drainage pipe in the corner of the room. at.

Wright looked around the room, which was only lit by dim kerosene lamps. Apart from the cold cement floor, the mottled walls with slightly peeling skin, and three old steel wire beds that made a squeaking sound whenever you sat on them, there was nothing but a room. There was a long table with green paint on it, with a notebook on it and two open boxes of cans with some yellowish-brown food residue remaining.

"Let's have something to eat, it's breakfast. Anyway, I didn't know how to cook in the last world. Apart from instant noodles, hot pot and egg fried rice... I really don't seem to know how to do anything.

Wright's memory fragments only have some memories of cooking food while surviving in the wild, and he doesn't know much about cooking.

If one day the empire re-establishes order and the entire wasteland world returns to normal, I have to learn to cook, at least let Brett have a taste and let Moros have a taste too. By the way, there is also that vampire boy, [thief] Mi You. He should only be able to eat some duck blood clots to become a prosperous person? Ha ha. "

Looking forward to a better life in the future, Wright even hummed a children's song from the Zine Empire in the Memory Fragments. He took out two relatively new cans from the cardboard box nearby and placed them on the old green painted table.

He easily pulled out the worn red painted seat and sat on it.

This is the camp area consisting of a four- to five-meter-high wall painted with black paint and made of steel.

Except for the outer part near the Donusk ruins, which is a group of steel plate houses, the closer to the train station, the more simple cement bungalows there are.

After all, the members of the Explorers Association from various places, the civilian legions participating in the Silent Highlands Campaign, and the imperial soldiers from various places who stayed here for a short time need such a halfway supply station.

But being close to the Donusk ruins means getting closer to the unintentional and the lost. The houses built are mainly made of simple materials and quick to build. The steel house has this characteristic and can even be rebuilt urgently after being destroyed and restored to its original appearance.

After all, you can't use cement for any construction in winter, but cheap steel plates can. April of the new lunar calendar has just entered summer. The snow in most control areas of the empire has not yet melted, and the temperature is still hovering around zero degrees.

Moreover, the Donusk camp is divided into Area A and Area B. Although both are located on the outskirts of the Gobi Desert and yellow sand on the edge of the city ruins, one is located to the west of the city ruins and the other is to the east.

Counting Moros, Brett, himself and Miyu, if he could cross over in a few hours before the unintentional people there woke up, he could go to the camp in Area B to rest for two days.

Moreover, each camp has a commercial area and basic office area, making it a small town. But it is unclear how long it will take for the railway line to be repaired, and there may be problems with the transportation of materials.

"I remember Brett said that last night," Wright subconsciously knocked his hand on the dusty and black-spotted tabletop, looking up at his terrifying shadow reflected by the dim kerosene lamp, and continued to mutter to himself. :

"If you take a detour from the Donusk ruins, the journey will take four or five days longer. Not only will you lose time, but you will also lose your way in the Gobi Desert. Moreover, in addition to the stronghold and the city center, there are unnatural rivers and steel There seems to be no water source outside the lake enclosed by materials. Brett is really interesting. He also said that under the lake are the ruins of an older city. Silent Highlands, Lost Swamp and the central lake were an ocean a thousand years ago. .Mediterranean Sea? Interesting. Maybe there was a civilization like Atlantis on the bottom of the sea."

Wright smirked and put the can in front of him.

He carefully studied the title "Imperial Military Canned Food: Cultured Meat", although he couldn't understand whether "cultured meat" refers to specially cultured virus-free animals, or artificial meat made of protein constructed using special technology. Anyway, as long as you can eat it.

He is now a superpower. In other words, he has a certain degree of resistance to the Heartless Man's burning liquid. As long as his spirit is not polluted and his sanity is not reduced, it is impossible to mutate into a Heartless Man. As for the Lost One, It is not within his scope of consideration.

He carefully pulled out the tab and pulled it along the metal wire on the edge with moderate force. After one turn, Wright got a large piece of meat-like "luncheon meat" with a flesh-colored and brown substance.

After placing the top half of the metal trash can with the pull tab and iron lid still on the side, Wright took out an iron spoon from the yellow military backpack.

After all, it’s better to keep the items you use every day as your own. Even if other people’s items are not contaminated by unintentional human-burning liquid, it will be difficult if someone with ulterior motives puts something addictive on them.

After putting the "cultured meat" into the military-style iron lunch box, Wright used a spoon to dig out a piece that was close to the color of meat.

Putting the meat on the spoon close to his nostrils and sniffing it, Wright smelled a strong and attractive aroma belonging to meat.

It seems that this piece of meat is not a simple canned product, but has been cooked by the most skilled chefs with more than a dozen kinds of spices and slow fire. After seven or forty-nine days of boiling water evaporation, it makes the meat smell five spices and fresh. All are absorbed by it, so as to replenish protein and calories for the empire [soldiers] while making them miss the taste of cooking.

And then retain that hazy feeling of home that may have never been experienced before, ensuring that everyone can retain a trace of human daily life when fighting against the unintentional and the lost, subconsciously avoiding mental breakdown and delaying it. The process of mutating into a careless person.

After finishing the canned food in a few mouthfuls, Wright simply washed the spoon and lunch box with relatively clean reserve water. After throwing the residue and iron sheets into the trash can, he used steel, aluminum, and a After wearing the silver-white helmet made of a metal called "Tiyi" that was discovered and used in the military only in recent years, he subconsciously touched the "double-headed eagle badge" on his forehead that reflected the yellow light in the room. Finally, he opened the wooden door and walked out.

"Wright? Wright? Hurry up and help me, I'm missing you. That kid is not strong enough."

As soon as Wright went out, he heard Moros' voice becoming hoarse.

It seemed that since last night, his throat had been damaged by the dry climate. In addition to coughing from time to time, he could not speak fluently.

Glancing at the relatively spacious open space in the small courtyard, Wright saw the familiar figures of Moros and Brett busy.

"coming!"

Wright agreed and trotted over to them.

"What is this?" Wright asked, pointing to a ten-meter-long piece of wood that Brett and Moros tried their best to hold up.

"Help, stop talking nonsense!" Brett said anxiously in a rich voice.

"Okay." Wright replied without knowing why.

Using his hands that had no time to wear any protective gear, he contracted all the muscles in his upper body and straightened the wood in the direction directed by Moros.

"Huh, I'm so exhausted. Fortunately, you woke up, otherwise all your work would have been in vain." Moros wiped the sweat from his forehead under his brown hair and complained breathlessly.

Wright glanced at Moros, who was half-bent, resting in place with his hands on his knees, and Brett, who was breathing heavily with his hands on his hips.

Moros seemed to have put on a simple black mechanical battle armor that he had rarely seen in his memory. It was a battle armor, at best, it could protect many important parts of the body from harm with its hard metal material. With the military green inside, The military uniform and the metal plate on the chest with the identity of "battlefield inspector" written in the Zine Empire language are quite handsome.

Brett seemed to have been hurriedly pulled out by Moros before he had changed his clothes. In addition to the military green short-sleeved shirt on his upper body, the lower body was a pair of guard tactical trousers.

But the short-sleeved shirt was more like a tights, which perfectly highlighted his strong chest muscles and rare eight-pack abs.

That was a figure that many men envied. Moreover, Moros' figure was tall enough, but not as weirdly huge as the Wuxin Man.

"What is this? Phew." Wright breathed and asked Moros, pointing at the long piece of wood.

"Radio antennas are rarely used in cities, but telegrams cannot be sent in the camp for the time being, so they can only be set up by themselves." Moros explained.

Wright looked up and saw that the top of the long piece of wood was an antenna wrapped in a hexagonal shape. Its line path was directly connected to a machine next to it, which was the "Military F-01" produced by the "Mechanical Element Factory" in Sugra. Telegraph machine.

There was even a small yellow light bulb on the top of the wood, which was connected to another large, unbranded battery.

"Moros has told me his plan. I have the same attitude and purpose as you and that child Miyou." Moros suddenly said:

"It must be stopped, or can be said to be destroyed, of the 'Blood Night Ritual'. And according to the "Internal Military News" that was sent to Brett, who was half an officer, every day in Chekavsk and some other information that I had access to According to internal information, Crown Prince Ivant, who is now the actual controller of the empire, has no absolute interest in gods."

"I guess so," Brett agreed.

"I don't have channels to contact people from the Church of Hope. Maybe the child Miyu can. But I'm sure that the three major lost church groups must want to explore the 'Daughter of the Mechanical Element', and you said that you have contacted the Chekavsk ruler. Guan Aaron, right?" Moros confirmed.

"Yes, he is a loser, that's for sure." Wright nodded and replied.

"That's right, one of the messages sent by the Socra Committee to your escort team yesterday was to pay attention to Aaron as much as possible. He has a key to find and open the realm of the gods in the Silent Highlands, not a heraldry. , not the so-called apostle of God who does not exist, but that woman. Brett," Moros turned to look at Brett who was standing with his arms crossed, frowning and thinking, and asked:

"Remember the woman we talked about that day at Silent Highlands Outpost A? She was the woman who sang the old Crusted country-style ballad."

"Remember, I rarely forget information about women, even though I rarely see women." There seemed to be a blush on Brett's face.

"I heard that the people in the legion who started to contact the blonde woman who looked like a certain princess of Crusted went crazy. So now the empire has asked an underground research group to contact and dig out her secrets. At present, Aaron is suspected of controlling that woman, she should be named Ina. So after entering Silent Heights, we'd better contact Aaron first. Wright, you have met Aaron, he is trying to make friends with you, right? I want to contact the mission It’s best for you to complete it,” Moros suggested.

"No problem." Wright nodded and agreed.

"The wind blew last night and the log fell down. That kid Miyu can jump up and down, but he's far from doing any strength work. But Wright, it seems that you are a lot stronger. What did you do in Chekavusk?" Tian’s training has really worked,” Moros said with a smirk.

He actually stepped forward and hammered Wright on the chest with his fist.

But what makes him strange is that although he can feel the impact of Brett's powerful fist and hear some wind sounds from the whistling fist, his chest only feels a slight impact from an object and does not notice anything more. pain.

Perhaps the red magic source power is constantly strengthening his body in the dark?

Or is it that after the battle with Kayas, part of his body has actually been corroded and transformed by the unintentional burning fluid?

I have to ask "Red-faced Hain" when I have time. It is said that I haven't seen him come out since that time when I used the "Lamp of Hope" to enter the gray dream. Maybe his magic power is overdrawn.

While Wright was thinking messily, the shocked, confused and bewildered voices of Brett and Moros suddenly came to his ears.

"Sun! Sun!" shouted Brett, pointing with his thick finger to an area of ​​the eastern sky.

Wright subconsciously looked in the direction of Brett's finger. A pure, blood-like red sun filled the entire sky with its rays of light.

It was as if the old gods hidden in the deep sea flew quietly into the sky, sprinkling their terrifying red blood, hoping to show the world its own rebirth, and to show that everything would fall into "L'lye's dream."

Against the background of the red light gradually formed by the rising sun, all the buildings, bungalows, camps, walls, and even the figures of Brett and Moros, in Wright's view, turned into a dark mass, as if in an oil painting. Used to create shadows of extreme hues that contrast with the crimson world.

Four or five minutes later, as the bright incandescent sun shone onto the land of this wasteland, Wright once again saw the bright morning world with the unique style and atmosphere of the camp.

There was also Brett who was a little frightened and confused, and Moros who had a solemn look on his face.

"What does red mean?" Moros murmured, and then he turned to Wright and asked:

"Lite, by the way, do you know what I believe in?"

"I would like to hear the details." Wright replied calmly.

"I worship the Old One, but in fact it is said that He died before the New Age. He was buried deep in the earth and deep in the ocean. But in any dream that can communicate with Him, the sky must be dark red. . But the high priest will wake up in the dark mansion, waiting for the day when we rescue him and then rely on him to save mankind."