Wasteland Echoer

"Brett, close the window!" Moros shouted, and he also saw the dark green rocket launcher!

The dark magic power that was constantly surging in his body also detected the existence of another basic type of magic power that belonged to flames.

In a hurry, Moros ignored the fact that there was still a black ball of light called "Dark Words" composed of magic power in his ears, and quickly closed the windows on both sides of the car. At the same time, he also turned the car in the passenger seat that Brett could not take care of for a while. The window is closed together.

"Speed ​​up! Hurry up! Just get to the village gathering area. If nothing else happens, you can see the steel bridge by driving a little further. Didn't you say that you had a Class A driver's license when you were in the garage just now? ?"

"Of course, I have tried all types of mechanical combat vehicles, including pickup trucks, jeeps, classic cars, and even airplanes. You'd better help me predict the attack direction of those vehicles. I have limited energy alone. "Brett yelled in the noisy mechanical chariot space.

Immediately afterwards, he changed the gear of the mechanical car and stepped on the accelerator with his right foot.

The needle in the instrument panel that displays the vehicle speed instantly slides to the right.

From the initial 80 kilometers per hour, it suddenly increased to 120 kilometers per hour.

Slightly away from the three black military jeeps behind him, Moros heard the less obvious dialect of the northern district of the Zine Empire through the "Dark Language" that was still "worn" in his ears and still "running". A special curse.

Brett also looked in the rearview mirror, and the rocket launcher that had just stuck out from the car window was gone.

"These people are like ice boars next to the lava. Apart from running around and getting burned, they only humblely pray for the ice to melt slower." Moros synchronized the words he heard in "The Word of Darkness".

"What?" Brett asked confused.

"I heard a northern district dialect, which is almost the same as what was circulated near the old capitals of Zhinetsk and Memeli. Judging from the accents and identities, these people are likely to be related to the non-staff personnel just now. Brett, we may have gotten into trouble. Now I can be 100% sure that that woman is related to Silent Heights. It seems that someone is targeting her. In other words, they want to get back what originally belongs to them." Moros analyzed road.

"Damn it! You should have just dragged Wright away just now, just pretend you didn't see this." Moros cursed gloomily, then made a fist with his right hand and punched it hard on the soft and elastic leather seat.

"It's useless to complain now. We can only get rid of them first. Moros, take your gun and prepare to fight if you are forced to stop. It's almost three o'clock now. I don't think that kid Miyu has any Fighting energy. Wright, too, hasn't had a good rest these days. If the situation is urgent, we must fight on their behalf, which is also what the Socra Committee expects." Brett communicated with Moros through the "Language of Darkness".

"Yes, you are right Brett." Moros also responded through "Dark Words":

"If we want to stop the 'Blood Night Ritual', we must contact the gods first. But the premise of all this is to obey the orders of the Socra Committee and ensure our own safety."

Moros immediately calmed down, reached out to fumble for the "Federation-01" pistol at his waist, and his eyes suddenly became cautious.

"Brett." Moros triggered the "Language of Darkness" again and said:

"Actually, my opinion has not changed. Even if I are asked to go to the lake in the center of the city ruins and come into contact with the sequence monster that may lead to another world, I cannot let Wright come into contact with it. The one that exists in the other world' The Crest of Tomorrow is one of the three 'keys' that can completely unlock the realm of the Goddess of Mechanical Elements. It is also a crest that the Socra Committee has not yet mastered, but has clearly known its location. And I suddenly thought of something, Brett .”

"What?" Brett's rich voice came clearly to Moros's ears again.

"There may only be one or two convoys crossing the Donusk ruins, including us. If this 'Emblem of Tomorrow' is the decisive factor in opening the Divine Realm, the committee will not focus all its energy on the Silent Highlands. I think that of the three coats of arms, only two may be needed to achieve contact with the gods. Perhaps the missing one or two can be made up for in other ways," Moros analyzed.

"But no matter what, we have accepted the order, and the committee's request is to get as much as possible, and they paid a big price. This time they provided a lot of rewards, almost two hundred thousand new dollars. As long as we get this money, We can purchase some vehicles and weapons and go to the Crusted Federation through Imperial Province. The empire’s decision-making in recent years can be said to have failed one after another. The war to encircle and suppress the Lost in the Silent Highlands will inevitably end in failure, Moros ." Brett said.

"That's right, Crown Prince Ivant didn't even know the current situation of the empire and so he blindly started to act. One hundred thousand people, huh, one hundred thousand people is the entire standing force that the empire can currently handle, and there are tens of thousands of lost ones. Even so. It's a one-on-one fight between imperial soldiers. In the best case scenario, both sides will suffer losses. Moreover, the situation in the city of Sogra is unstable, and unintentional people are also attacking important stronghold cities of the empire from time to time. This wishful gambling by the crown prince will inevitably bring disaster. You You're right, Brett. I agreed with your conclusion infinitely when I was in Chekavsk. As long as this mission is completed, and we contact the gods first, and let the Socra Committee gang give up on activating 'Raleye's Dream' , we will take the 200,000 new coins exchanged for the coat of arms, go to Zhnetsk to buy equipment, and then escape from here with Wright and Miyu, the lost child." Moros said longingly.

Looking at the three black military jeeps that had opened up a lot of distance behind him and gradually moved away, Brett breathed a sigh of relief and responded:

"Yes. Many of the territories of the Crusted Federation are in the ice sheet. There are relatively few unintentional people and not many lost people. We can find a suitable city to live in and live a normal life. Even if the situation changes, we You can also go east along the 'Great Railway' to the Flame Federation. I heard that this country that has cut off contact with us for more than a hundred years has wiped out half of the unintentional people in the country, and there is a real paradise 'Pure Land' .”

"In this case, you have to learn those puzzling and brain-racking hieroglyphics. After the demise of the Central Empire and the 'Ella Civilization', no one in the Western Continent has tried to use hieroglyphs anymore. They are still the only ones who stick to it. The country is in the wasteland, in a world without any hope." Moros sighed with emotion.

He stared at the road filled with yellow sand and gravel, as well as the steel buildings that could be seen at the end of his field of vision. His slightly sunken eyes actually began to glow slightly, and he felt that a raging fire was burning in his brain. The flame named "Hope" is rekindling the human emotion that was almost wiped out by the war.

Sudden……

boom!

A huge roar reached the ears of several people.

With a trembling sound, the mechanical chariot controlled by Brett also jolted violently for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Brett and Moros saw a red and yellow flame that was literally burning.

Like a lion with its huge mouth open, it swallowed Brett's brand new mechanical chariot completely in an instant.

The burning sensation and violent "rumbling" sound caused by the flames lasted for almost four to five seconds before completely receding.

But some of the tiny, moving flames still stayed on the ground near the mechanical chariot.

"Sit tight!" Brett yelled, exhausting the air in his chest.

He stepped on the accelerator hard and increased the speed of the mechanical chariot to the extreme.

Fortunately, most of the roads leading to Donusk were straight and flat Gobi land without any obstacles. Brett's acceleration behavior actually bought them enough space to pull.

Empire-standard mechanical chariots are produced in accordance with the Empire's "Execution Standards for Military Materials". Most of them are fireproof, waterproof, and even capable of defending against various magic sources commonly used by the Lost.

Brett's mechanical chariot, which has undergone limited modifications to its core and extensively modified its appearance, is no exception.

After being "engulfed" by the inexplicable flames just now, he was still able to control the chariot forward with ease, and the vehicle's speed, appearance, and even its internal facilities did not suffer too much damage.

"I felt the magic power in the attack just now. The flame seemed to be not only the product of the rockets, but also the breath of the magic power. They may be 'ruin hunters', and they may have the Lost One!" Moros said anxiously Analysis:

"Brett, be sure to get rid of them, otherwise we will be in danger when the next one attacks us!"

"I'll try my best!" Brett promised.

He saw through the rearview mirror, which was stained with smoke, that the three black jeeps behind him were speeding up and approaching their vehicle.

But the speed of the mechanical chariot has been increased by him to the limit, and he can only pray silently in his heart for the expected village settlement to appear ahead.

He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

He was still the tall knight in silver-white armor. Although he was riding a war horse on the battlefield, the three-meter long sword in his hand had been torn in half.

He held the broken sword and his body with scarlet blood flowing, abandoned the glory that belonged to the knight, pulled the reins, and fled towards a mountain depression.

After waking up from his brief fantasy, Brett immediately whispered silently and prayed in his heart:

"The guardian of the eternal night, the creator of the core of hope, the guardian against the scorching heat, and the guide for the lost leader. The Lord of the Dark Night, the god of the second order, I pray to you in my heart."

"Give me speed, grant me hope, let me see the village settlements and escape the current danger."

I don't know whether his prayers moved the legendary god "Lord of the Night", or whether the mechanical chariot was modified and its performance was slightly improved.

In short, after regaining distance from the three black jeeps behind him, the huge steel bridge finally appeared in front of Brett's eyes.

As the mechanical chariot moved forward, Brett was gradually able to observe the overall view of the bridge.

It is almost five to six hundred meters long, lying on a low-lying, mostly dry, exposed river bed.

Like a dying giant, its broken body did not reflect even a single ray of light under the scorching sun.

He has two pillars that are inserted straight into the river bed, made of steel, and some unbroken ropes are pulled out from the top to support the stable structure of the bridge.

His jet-black "body" also has some rust-specific dark red and intertwined emerald green.

Looking not far away, the bridge is already covered with many plants such as vines and mosses. Moistened by limited water sources, those plants are struggling and growing, seeming to completely swallow up any trace of human activities. trace.

Just as the mechanical chariot driven by Brett and Qiao Lie were getting closer and closer, and they were less than a hundred meters away from stepping onto the dilapidated bridge passage that did not seem to collapse, there was another explosion behind them.

The explosion this time was less terrifying in sound than before, but it was mixed with a sharp wind.

"Whoosh!"

Through the rear glass of the mechanical chariot, Moros actually saw a flaming "metal object" attacking their chariot in a parabolic trajectory!

"Rockets! Brett, it's a physical attack!" Moros roared.

However, because the mechanical chariot is too fast, Brett needs to slow down first and then make a sharp turn.

But just in this second delay, the rocket hit the rear tire of the tank without any bias, causing serious damage to important parts that were not protected by metal materials.

"Zizzi—boom!"

After the tires were damaged, the mechanical chariot controlled by Brett finally stopped.

"Brett, pick up your weapon. If they catch up, we'll just wait to die in the car. Why don't we fight them! My magic power can still be used in combat, although it hasn't been officially used in more than ten years. I have used it, but I can be somewhat effective against them." Moros said, his hands once again emerged with a strong pure black power mixed with purple lightning that kept shining.

After Brett nodded in greeting, he immediately turned around and shouted in a deep voice to the two people who were still sleeping:

"Lite, Miyu, wake up! There is an enemy!"

"What... enemy? Enemy!" Wright suddenly woke up from the dream that was intertwined with murmurs and noisy whispers.

Guided by the remaining memory fragments and body muscle memory, he followed Miyou, who was still yawning and looking tired, as well as Brett and Moros, who had already gotten out of the car as quickly as possible, to the backup. compartment.

Looking at the three black military jeeps approaching in the distance, Brett quickly picked up the "Socrate A" rifle with his left hand and a simple grenade gun with his right hand, ready to fight at any time.

With magic power gushing out from his hands, Moros took out the "Federal-01" pistol from his waist and loaded the bullets.

Wright, on the other hand, quickly put the "Crazy Bear" pistol on his waist, took out the "Mechanical Yuan" brand rifle he bought in Sugra from the trunk, and tried to conjure a spirit without using a spell. The red magic source power surged in the body and fell into a brief silence in the past few days.

Miyou also managed to gush out some magic power and blood belonging to the flames while his spirit and consciousness were in a trance, forming the scarlet whip that resembled a devil's tail.

All four are ready to fight in the Gobi wilderness!

However, before the black military jeep could approach a few people, after a burst of psychedelic light mixed with rainbow-like mixed colors, a "door" made of rich psychedelic colors appeared in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, several short "human beings" wearing dark black simple tactical armor, wearing pitch black masks, and holding military rifles of different styles suddenly appeared in front of them through the "jump" of the "door".

Wright observed that, except for the leader, the other "humans" had brown thorns like bamboo shoots extending out from their backs!

They look just like a few humanoid hedgehogs!

"Woman!" The leading "human" first spoke in a hoarse and low voice, belonging to the northern dialect of the Zine Empire language.