Wasteland Echoer

After devouring the fragrant and tempting "cultured meat" in the ceramic bowl, Wright finally felt the long-lost feeling of bloating in his stomach.

Most of the tableware in the Western Continent countries are still forks and spoons. During his short eating period, Wright heard the wind murmur a few words, which roughly meant that the "Wuxin Village" is not rich in supplies. If it does not usually receive some from the empire, Legionnaires, or ambushing some dangerous alien Heartless people, and using their body parts, such as mechanical hearts, burning fluids, alienated limbs, or even the "Iron Flesh Flowers" of some plant-like alien Heartless People, in exchange for some new coins, they I'm afraid I can only hang out with the "ruin hunters" and become a kind of bandit.

There are only one or two forks and spoons that Feng can use at home, mainly to take care of the soldiers from various legions.

A kind smile appeared on Feng's face when he saw Wright putting aside the white ceramic bowls and tableware that were cracked and stained with dirt during firing, hiccupping.

His eyes, which were originally horrifyingly glowing with light green, became "normal" as the surrounding environment became brighter and the dawn gradually faded away.

"Brother Wright, do you like things from the East?" Feng asked while putting away the tableware on the broken wooden table that smelled of mold and light paint.

"Eastern?" Wright held his chin in thought.

If the east of this world is similar to the foodie empire I traveled through before, I am actually very interested in it. After all, hieroglyphs, ancient history, long culture, and an industrious and unyielding spirit are, after all, better than "material things." Natural selection, survival of the fittest." These Western arguments are better.

"Of course I like the East. I remember when I was in Socrates, I also learned how to make an oriental delicacy called 'hot pot'. But when I gathered all the ingredients and cooked it before I even took a bite, I was arrested by the police. The eldest brother in the team... who should be considered a police officer should have been asked to leave. It's a pity." Wright showed a bitter and resentful expression.

"I have a pair of tableware here from the Fire Empire, called 'chopsticks'. Grandpa told me more than once that the Fire Empire is a powerful country that is not inferior to the old Crusted Empire. He was lucky enough to do so more than a hundred years ago. I have met a few businessmen from the East. I remember that at that time, the ocean trade routes could barely be opened. It was from..." Feng paused briefly.

He put the tableware the two of them had just used into the mineral-smelling water contained in a wooden barrel, which seemed to be fished out of a well, then turned around and continued:

"The Fire Empire, no, it should be called the Fire Federation now. They crossed from the city called 'Southern Capital', crossed the Indy-Fire Peninsula, and stopped at several ports controlled by the Central Empire. Sailing along the southern continent called 'Ptoa-Philiga'. After crossing the 'Cape of Storms', we briefly entered our Zine Empire via several ports in Ptoa. Grandpa met them during his travels , asked them for a set of tableware."

"As for the tableware, I'm actually more concerned about why they... came from the ocean. I vaguely remember seeing a world map when I was in the library of Socrates. The southern continent of 'Putoia-Philica' should be called the continent." Well, sailing along it will take a lot of time, and you have to be accompanied by the bottomless and treacherous sea every day. Why not come along the big railway? Remember the situation we have been fighting against the unintentional people in these years It has changed from being completely passive and being beaten to being able to take the initiative occasionally." Wright said curiously, looking at the wind.

"I have to ask grandpa about this. Brother Wright, can you look at your watch? Yesterday I heard a 'weather enthusiast' from the Imperial Legion said that our place, including Dunton, which can be reached not far away along the road, It will rain heavily in the Usk ruins area. I think the weather has been gloomy since last night. If you estimate the time based on the dawn, it will delay a lot of things." Feng curled his lips and "begged" with a cute expression.

"Okay, now..." Wright felt a slight heartbeat. After looking away, he looked at the old mechanical watch and said:

"It's 5:35. Time flies so fast. It's been a long time since I've been chatting with people like this...well, just chatting with people. Speaking of which, clocks are not a rare thing. Aren't you guys considering buying one?"

"The main reason is that I don't have a way to adjust the time. There have been some confusions between day and night recently, and most of the legionnaires won't pay attention to me like you, brother. Of course, there is brother Brett, he is also different from those legionnaires. They always regard us as objects of service to them, or as a consumable product that can produce results for money. By the way," Feng sat on the chair opposite Wright and said:

"Grandpa gets up at almost 6 o'clock every day. I will tell him about the divination later. Again, I smell the breath of our lost ones from your body. Perhaps, this is why there is an inexplicable feeling between us. ...It feels like intimacy. Also, brother Brett sleeps in the room next to the yard. The little brother and sister are locked in the room near grandpa's house. They have been a little crazy since yesterday. Grandpa said it seems It is the evil god who is seen in consciousness.”

"The God of Evil? A system like the Old Gods and Old Rulers besides the Sequential Gods? Could it be said that if they lose their Sanity value, they will immediately fall into madness?"

Wright was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard a boy's manic laughter that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, followed by a painful roar, as if a huge beast had suddenly endured extreme pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The shrill sound of pain resounded through the sky, echoing in the courtyard of the "Wuxin Village" where Wright was located, belonging to Feng and his [Dream Builder] grandfather.

"It seems, Miyou, that [thief] child Miyou, take me to see it." Wright said in a commanding tone.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the "Crazy Bear" pistol from his waist, released the safety, loaded the gun, and walked straight out the door.

Following the direction directed by the wind, Wright walked on a road made of blue bricks. After crossing a pile of scattered firewood that seemed to have not been chopped in time, he came to an old wooden door.

After forcefully pushing open the wooden door that smelled of moisture, Wright walked into the corner of a room with a faint musty smell and a kerosene lamp that also emitted a dim light on the table. He found the girl curled up in the corner of the old mahogany bed. 【Thief】Miyou.

At this time, he had messy dark red hair that looked like countless squirming maggots.

Originally, the hair on Miyou's head should have been short white hair, but after entering the Donusk ruins camp, due to the overflow of blood clan power, it had already turned into long dark red hair that was shorter than that of a woman.

Under the hair, Wright also observed that snot, saliva and some bright red blood were flowing out of Miyou's seven orifices.

The tactical glove in his right hand had long since disappeared, replaced by a sharp, pure black dagger with a dagger in the center that reflected a tiny bright ruby.

His clothes were messy, and the "chimney" badge on his military green shirt, one of the uniforms of the Chekavsk Legion, was thrown away unknown where, and the buttons were unbuttoned, revealing the pure black interior. The colorful and torn tights, and the looming, flesh-colored breasts.

But the strong smell of blood that permeated the room still attracted Wright's main attention. He tightened his grip on the "Crazy Bear" pistol, stepped forward quickly, and stopped at a "safe distance" of about two or three meters from Miyou. "Inside.

"Oh God...Oh God...I stole your power unconsciously. I just spied on you for a moment. Do I have to accept the test? Yes...the test, our leader... Vladimirski said , the test of the blood clan is the sacrifice of blood...the flowing blood is delivered to the gods...the best answer." Miyou murmured.

His eyes had turned scarlet at some point, and looked particularly terrifying against the whites of his eyes without any bloodshot eyes.

He shook his head and stared at his scarred arm, holding a black dagger in his other hand and gesticulating vigorously, trying to find a suitable angle to "strike".

"Miyou, please wake up. The 'Hope' sandworm has been eliminated by Moros. Although I know you may be sad, or... you may be afraid after encountering the Lost One Yolan of Order 4, but this Isn’t everything over? Don’t do stupid things, give me the dagger, think about Mr. Aaron, think about your vampire leader, you said you were going to Silent Heights to find the gods and assassinate Ivant, so you are willing Be my assistant." Wright lowered his voice and advised.

He walked forward slowly, gradually getting closer to Miyou.

Miyou's red eyes originally exuded a messy and frightening aura, but under Wright's slow approach, they began to become "orderly", and he began to wake up from a dazed state. Looking at the black dagger in his hand, he slowly began to take it away.

"Yes, that's it, that's right." Wright suppressed the pounding of his heart, stretched out his hands that had not yet had time to put on gloves, and approached Miyou.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Just when Wright's hands were less than five centimeters away from the black dagger, a blue light suddenly flashed in Miyou's eyes.

Suddenly, he threw Wright down and slashed his right hand hard, which was covered with various scratches, with red muscle tissue and scarlet blood.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up with a swaying body, turned his back to Wright and said:

"God said, God said something, God said something at that moment. We are a blood race, we have to sacrifice, we have to sacrifice the most precious blood to the gods of the past, in order to get his blessing. Otherwise we After entering the Silent Highlands, your soul will first be swallowed up by the 'confused song', and then you will be seduced by the breath of the miracle below the Vita Water, and fall into the endless abyss."

"Did you hear something? Did that woman, the woman I rescued, tell you?" Wright asked vigilantly, looking around at the dilapidated house where he was.

He saw the brown-haired woman from before on a bunk behind him.

It seemed that Brett had put on a men's shirt and a military green coat for her, making her clothing look less messy.

But if you look carefully, you can see that the woman is lying on her back in a deep sleep. Her body and consciousness may be in a brief state of separation, and she does not have any reaction to what is happening in the room.

Turning his head, as if he had guessed something, Wright raised his "Crazy Bear" pistol high and pointed it at Miyou's head, and asked in a stern voice:

"Did you see the evil god and be bewitched by it, or possessed by him? I heard that ordered monsters have such abilities. Are you... Miyou?"

"I am, of course I am. But," Miyou turned around, casually throwing aside the dagger stained with bright red blood and filled with "sweet smell", holding up his right arm that was flowing like a stream, and said in a deep voice Responding to Wright:

"I am a [thief], Brother Wright, have you forgotten? Yesterday, I came into contact with that woman for a moment due to the coincidence created by the goddess of luck. Do you know what skills I got? Yes, it is the connection between the [Prayer] and The ability to communicate with gods. That woman is a [Prayer], an out-and-out upper-level profession [Prayer]. Of course, I can only use it once...can only use it once."

Miyu repeated the last sentence in a low voice, shaking her head.

Two or three seconds later, his eyes suddenly widened, staring at Wright, and continued:

"What I saw was the old god. He seemed to come to greet the dead, and he had a disciple, Brother Moros. He warned me that if I want to realize my wish, I must sacrifice. This is the truth, and it is also the saying of the Eastern Flame Empire. The 'tao (Tao)' mentioned in the book. You must sacrifice, you must accept the test... Shouldn't this be the truth?"

"Sacrifice is not about hurting yourself, you should wake up." Wright said angrily, also staring into Miyu's eyes.

Except for the normal fear that belongs to human beings, he didn't feel any strange feeling from Miyou's eyes that could affect his mind.

"Again, to fulfill your wish, you must sacrifice. The leader must be in pain now. Although I have never believed in any sequential gods, the gods of the past seem to be the right choice. Mr. Aaron hopes that I find you, Then we go to contact the order gods. Then you go to stop the 'Blood Night Ritual', and I use the power of promotion to assassinate Ifant and rescue the leader. This is our wish, but don't you find it difficult, Wright? Brother." Miyou's tone became disappointed.

"It is indeed very difficult, so it needs people to complete it. If you have ideals and the belief to win, you can achieve your goals." Wright replied.

"We are different. I smell the breath of the gods from your body. It's very faint, but it's not an illusion. You should be a human being favored by the goddess of light and luck. You may have been selected by the gods. So, any The gods are all bright in your eyes and are willing to help you realize your wishes. But the reality is," the bright red in Miyou's eyes suddenly faded a bit, he paused and continued:

"Anyone who wants to contact the gods must sacrifice something. This is a general rule, and no one will take the initiative to say it. Gods will ask for rewards when they bless humans, especially the gods of the past. Okay, that's the truth, now The blood of these vampires is enough to make them feel happy. Yes, God only needs to feel happy in his heart. He will protect me at the most critical moment. Brother Wright, you... are so lucky."

As Miyou spoke, she suddenly felt as if her throat was being strangled by a giant hand, preventing her from making any more noise.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his body become inexplicably heavy, his eyes darkened, he briefly lost consciousness, and fell to the concrete floor.

"Miyou!" Wright put the "Crazy Bear" pistol back on his waist and stepped forward to help Miyou up.

His eyes accidentally glanced at Miyou's arm that had just been scratched by a black dagger.

He was surprised to find that the wound on Miyou's arm was healing quickly.

Two or three seconds later, except for the remaining blood stains that were a mixture of scarlet and brown, it turned out to be intact as before, as if it had never been injured!