Wasteland Echoer

"Who...are you?" Brett asked in a half-scream from a few meters away, suppressing the inexplicable sense of pressure brought by the leading "human" that penetrated into the spiritual realm.

"Woman, I will only say this once, hand over the woman. I don't care where you fall in love and go, even if you die. But I only need a woman. She is the second most important woman that Professor Shamoon needs. Look at the style of the equipment. You two are members of the Socra Guard, right, and the other two are members of the Imperial Legion, right?"

The tone of the leading "human" seemed to be understatement, but both Wright and Moros, who was surging with magic power, could feel the extraordinary power contained in his body.

If before the New Yuan Dynasty, he was definitely a power overflow type extraordinary person, the kind of extraordinary person whose body's magic source power has been so full that it can overflow at any time, and even unconsciously move his hands and feet, he can create some things that are extremely miraculous to ordinary people. , an extremely mysterious scene.

Even in the field of magic, he is a powerful being who can control at least two kinds of magic power.

Unfortunately, with the revolutionary development of machinery after the New Year, the emergence of powerful firearms, rockets, artillery, and even missiles, a legendary weapon developed by the old Crusted, made the magic source power, this kind Powers that belong to the realm of magic have become a laughing stock.

There was a saying during the time of Ivan XXII of the Krusted Empire that if you can't defeat a magician or knight at close range even with a revolver, then you really should have your brain checked.

"Women... we didn't..." Brett, who had recovered from his brief mental depression, wanted to defend himself, but was immediately blocked by Wright, who strode forward with his hand.

Wright turned his head and glanced at Brett, blinked his right eye quickly, and left a "don't talk" message. He swallowed and pursed his dry lips.

There was no expression of surprise, anger, or fear on his fair face with long black hair and black eyes.

He just stared calmly at the group of "hedgehogs" in front of him and the reasonably normal human leader. He held tightly in his right hand the powerful weapon that could even be mixed with some magic power to fire bullets, which could easily penetrate Wuxin. The "Tool Yuan" brand rifle with a strong chest for the people and the lost.

After a few seconds of silent "looking at each other", Wright took a step forward again, stopped about four or five meters away from the leading "human", and asked:

"Which woman are you looking for?"

"Which woman? I said, the woman that Professor Shamon needs. You are indeed very powerful. You killed three spies that we placed as non-staff in the human legion. But I still hope you can recall what you just learned from them. I thought carefully about the information and matched it with a certain woman in your car. I think the results obtained through information matching are accurate most of the time. Don't worry, I will naturally not choose until you clearly reject my request. Kill you. After all, the Socratic Committee still has some friendship with us."

The leading "human" spoke in a hoarse and low voice, with a hint of the calm that was brief before a volcanic eruption, but contained a hot and dangerous atmosphere.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled off the pitch-black mask, revealing that terrifying, bizarre face that made people feel insane.

Although the outline of the face looked the same as that of a human being, it was at best slightly thinner, with the jawbone and cheekbones particularly prominent, as if it was a bit malnourished.

But the gray background made Wright immediately think of the Wuxin people who usually have pale skin, and the [Shapeshifter] Kayas.

But what sickened and horrified him most was his beard.

If it is for evil gods or alien heartless people, then it is indeed some "normal" beards, but with strong personal characteristics.

But for humans, these are far beyond ordinary people's scientific knowledge. Even doctors who study biology will feel a little stomach acid and feel uncomfortable when they see this.

Those are not beards, but beards.

Each beard has a width of about one centimeter in diameter. They are dark green to pitch black in color, and they are constantly "jumping" outward like strips of maggots.

Wright squinted his eyes slightly and looked carefully. Around the "bodies" of those "maggot-like beards", there were still some pus-like liquid mixed with scarlet and white burning that gushed out. Suction cups in the tentacles of an octopus.

And there is a tiny eyeball at the top of each tentacle. It has red eye whites and pitch black eyes. Although it is very small, like a spot that is not very noticeable, it is actually emitting a strange sound. light.

"To be honest, that woman is related to the 'Confused Song'. Naturally, it is easy to infer that she has an inseparable relationship with Silent Heights." Wright suppressed the slight confusion that suddenly emerged in his mind and said:

"The committee's order is for us to explore the gods in the Silent Highlands. We have the right to temporarily detain any people or things related to the gods. There are regulations in the empire, right, Moros."

"That's right, hoo." Moros took over the words, but he did not dare to look directly at the leading "human" in front of him. He shifted his gaze to the group of "hedgehog people" behind him and said:

"The "Regulations on the Management of Extraordinary Things" stipulates that anyone who encounters a legion or escort who accepts orders from various committees in the empire to explore extraordinary things must cooperate with their best efforts. Humans who obstruct orders or even fight against them will face 5-10 years of imprisonment. penalty of imprisonment.”

"So, you don't want to hand over the woman? You know," the leading "human" looked back, and those "maggot-like beards" also swayed.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his gaze back to the front, stretched out his right hand wearing a black tactical glove, pointed at a group of "hedgehog people" behind him and said:

"They are the Half-Losts. The dying CK-0518 just told me some details. He said you know the Half-Losts, right? That would be easy to handle."

The leading "human" twisted his neck in front of the four Wrights, making a "clicking" sound caused by the interlacing of bones.

Then, he tilted his head and said with a strange posture and tone:

"'Hedgehog Strangers', mutants who are not superhuman beings are a humble existence. They are indeed the same as 'Rat Strangers', 'Insect Strangers', 'Cockroach People', and 'Mosquito People'. It possesses the characteristics of some low-level creatures. But in terms of combat, I think they can kill you here without me taking action. Even if your physical fitness has passed the magic source potion equipped on time in the legion, or even It has become stronger due to the strengthening of the magic source power, but it is still unable to compete perfectly with the Wuxin people, let alone the semi-lost ones. How about we give it a try?"

"Huh, try it?" Wright responded in the same high tone.

He took two steps back slightly, and at the moment when he tilted his head, he nodded slightly and exchanged a look with Brett.

Immediately afterwards, almost at the same moment, people from both sides quickly took out various rifles in their hands.

They quickly completed the actions of raising the gun, loading the gun and aiming based on their different experiences in training and actual combat.

Except for Miyou, everyone else, including Wright, raised their rifles in front of their eyes and pulled the trigger.

Ping! Ping!

Ping! Ping!

Ping!

Ping!

A brief, rapid and continuous sound like a fireworks display passed through the ears of several people.

Along with the rising yellow sand and black smoke caused by the explosion of gunpowder in the bullet.

There were continuous shrill roars coming from the group of "Hedgehog Strangers".

When the smoke cleared, Wright found that the leading "human" in front of him had his mouth wide open. He didn't even have time to notice that several of those "maggot-like beards" were crawling inwards along his "O-shaped" mouth.

His panicked and disbelieving expression firmly betrayed the outcome of this short battle.

"Weapon... generation difference? generation difference? generation difference?"

Repeat important things three times.

The leading "human" looked back with confusion. Most of the group of "hedgehog aliens" behind him were lying on the ground, motionless, and had become silent.

Even if there are one or two people who are still moving their bodies that are about to run out of strength, gurgling red liquid is flowing out of their chests, throats, and even eyeballs.

After they struggled tremblingly for a few seconds, they followed the others and fell into an eternal sleep in the desert sands of this wasteland world.

"Total annihilation?" the leading "human" whispered angrily.

He clenched his hands into fists and stared at the four Wrights angrily, like a suppressed and manic beast about to burst out with desperate power.

"Their armor is 'Tool Yuan K-01', no more than 'Tool Yuan K-02 modified' at most. This is already an antique from the early New Yuan Dynasty. Don't you rarely go into the city... er, shopping? But in general The Lost Ones who have been to Chekavsk, or even those with super powers, will not commit such a mission to fight against the Imperial Legion." Brett said with a proud smile on his lips.

He patted the several bullet holes that appeared on the silver guard uniforms and the scorched ring area left around them, and added with a proud look on his face:

"The armor's defense against revolver-level weapons is almost the same. Even the 'BK-47' rifle left over from the old Crusted Empire is barely adequate. The escorts and local legions have long been equipped with soft-type mechanical elements. Type A body armor can protect against ordinary artillery attacks and even the claws of the Lost. Also, your team's grasp of firearms is too poor."

Brett took two steps forward, played with the "Socrate A" rifle in his hand, and continued to add in the tone of a military equipment professor:

"Your use of firearms is very poor. I saw one or two powerful things, such as the 'Union-101' rifle, and the 'Bingyu' brand pistol, which is a new thing. It's a pity that you only aim at the heart and shoot. It seems that this is the first lesson of the 'preliminary shooting course'. The heart is now a key target of protection, especially for us. Therefore, Uncle 'Maggot Face', I suggest that we all go our separate ways and treat this as a small How about the battle not existing? After all, our escort team still has tasks that must be completed."

Brett did come up with an idea that seemed to work.

However, the leading "human" in front of them did not refuse or agree, and not a single expression appeared on his pale face.

He just stared at the four Wrights with vicious eyes mixed with extreme anger.

His two eyeballs suddenly enlarged, slightly bulged, and instantly became bloodshot.

It was like a swollen white grape, restrained by the same pale eye sockets, it was about to rush out and then burst.

A minute later, just when Brett wanted to pull Wright and the three of them away in the car, the leading "human" suddenly issued a low, hoarse, slow and rapid voice:

"Have you...interpreted...the Diary of the Decider? It's really a wonderful thing, it can predict the fate of many people. For example, my name is Yulan, I am employed by the 'Chekavsk Supernumerary Corps', A non-staff member. This prophecy is recorded in the Determinator's diary fragment."

He paused, took two steps back, and said:

"Beyond the gorgeous fireworks is an equally gorgeous situation, and beyond here is the endless abyss. When the human youth guided by the 'Song of Confusion' comes into contact with the 'gears of the machine', those who fall into the abyss will inevitably touch scarlet. "

"What do you want to express?" Wright suddenly heard the implication of Youlan's words. He suddenly took out the "Bear Bear" pistol from his waist and shot two silver bullets into Youlan's chest.

bump!

bump!

The bullet flew towards the intended target accurately. However, Youlan only showed a scary smile mixed with mania and despair at the corner of his mouth, and opened the five fingers of his right hand, slightly briefly distorting the space in front of him.

From Wright's perspective, the air in front of him seemed like a stone falling on a calm lake, causing some ripples.

But those two bullets emitting sparks disappeared into the air out of thin air!

"Magic source power!" Moros screamed.

Yolan in front of him also made a sharp hoarse voice:

"I will also face the fate of death after the mission fails, because I accepted the mission of the 'Chekavsk Legion' but did not complete it. Instead of this, why not let you see the people who belong to the highest extraordinary realm and can compete with the gods? Comparable power. Most of the lost people in the Sune Empire only have pain level 5, but I can make a short breakthrough with the 'Ice Dark Demonic Potion'. It's very wise, I took it before getting off the car, and now, I I have reached Order 4: Hope! Yes, although I have no profession, I am a lost person, and this alone is enough!"

Youlan said, clasping his hands together and stretching them forward, parallel to his chest.

Immediately afterwards, a pure dark power emerged from his hands.

This power belongs to the same category as Moros's dark magic source power, but the difference is that in addition to purple, the lightning lingering around the darkness is also mixed with green, red, blue and even gold. part.

Under the resonance of two forces that also belonged to the dark magic source, Moros suddenly felt as if his hands were in contact with a bomb, and he felt a heartbreaking pain.

The dark magic power in his hand disappeared.

Even the balls of darkness used to trigger the "Dark Words" in his and Brett's ears dissipated immediately, causing them to feel a slight pain in their ears.

Seeing this, Wright subconsciously looked towards his wrist. Four equally spaced dark red spots shone at the same time, and the light surrounding his arm was as pure as shining gold. gold.

"I think the balance of victory has swung in my favor."

As Youlan spoke, some complex crimson blood vessels suddenly appeared on his face, which looked particularly clear against the pale background.

Immediately afterwards, two very soft and fluffy tentacles, like cockroach tentacles, spilled out of scarlet liquid stretched out from his back.

The front half of the tentacle, which was only the size of a human wrist, struck directly at the positions of Moros and Miyu under Yolan's command.

In the flash of lightning, the two tentacles wrapped around the necks of the two people at the same time, lifting them into the air seven or eight meters above the ground.

Thank you brothers for your support!