Wasteland Echoer

"Is this... Miyou? Is it... a way to restrain the vampires?" Brett stared at the "gorgeous", "red" and "weird" scene in front of him in amazement.

"Of course, and it's unusual. Under normal circumstances, to restrain vampires, props that limit the generation of magic power are usually used, such as some ores produced on the land near the ice ocean in the north of Crusted, or crosses blessed by gods, and then Not good is also some common items such as garlic.

But using a sacred object such as the cross, and choosing this method that is almost similar to the rumored posture of the messenger of the Lord being bound, I am afraid that Wovkoski has received some instructions from the empire, and may want to completely remove it. 'he. "Olivier analyzed.

"Completely...'removed'?" Brett said in a daze, staring at the twisted body of Miyou in front of him.

Fortunately, before his eyes were completely focused on Miyou on the cross, he still skillfully closed the small door that was made of metal and had a mottled atmosphere, and that had lost its lock.

Turning around his tall body, which was no longer so painful, Brett's green eyes also shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but "hesitate" in his heart. In such a second, he seemed to have a physical and mental connection with Miyu in front of him. resonance above.

The material of the cross that binds him is obviously mahogany. If you look closely, it has an oriental style of wood treatment.

People in the Eastern Fire Empire love the color red. They believe that flames can burn everything, and flaming red things are a symbol of joy.

Therefore, this cross has a red base color, but the surface is painted with a layer of bright red paint mixed with cinnabar.

In addition, there are also inscriptions inlaid near the parts of wood where nails penetrated the hands and feet.

While in Kusha, Brett received some limited education in mysticism and history belonging to the nobility. He knew that the book "The Mystery of Inscriptions and Heraldry" was written by an upper-level professional of the Zine Empire hundreds of years ago. The corresponding descriptions of inscriptions and coats of arms were given in the book "Blending".

The book mentions that the inscriptions do not have the style of any noble family, and most of them do not have the style of the region. Instead, they contain the unique emotions of magicians.

Refining inscriptions relies more on the influence of medicinal materials and potions. Most of the props formed after infusing the magic source power can only be used a limited number of times.

Moreover, the inscriptions were made in different styles and materials. They could be similar to heraldry, or they could be a sheepskin scroll, or simply a spell attached to a very simple piece of broken wood.

But if the magic power of a magician or an extraordinary person is strong enough and can even communicate with the gods, the inscription may evolve to a higher level.

Brett rubbed his slightly blurry eyes. After his vision became clear again, he looked back and forth at the four inscriptions with a confused look on his face.

Although part of the line of sight was blocked by Miyou's body, the information point that the four inscriptions were similar to the heraldry was still effectively captured by Brett.

The first two are almost in a pure red style, with a drop of blood on the front of each one, while the two near Miyu's feet are in a pure black style, but the strange thing is that the engraved pattern is completely different from the blood and water droplets. The hammer pattern looks like a big hammer that can break the head.

And each of the four coats of arms released a bright red curve, starting from the arms and ankles, going around the back and waist, wrapping around in a circle and converging on his eyebrows, which seemed to indicate a strange and cruel punishment.

Moreover, Miyou, who was restrained by nails and "bullied" by these weird powers and holy objects, was in extremely bad condition at this time.

He had half dark red and half pure white hair hanging down, and his eyes were wide open, glaring in the direction of the ground. However, he did not react too much to the intrusion of Brett and Oliver. Apart from intermittent moans, it seemed that he It has been frozen in the great pain and great anger caused by various reasons.

A mixture of saliva and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, from his pale lips downwards, flowing down his chin, on his military green uniform top, and finally dripping onto the ground near his feet, forming a small, light red patch. , which seems to reflect the bright brilliance of the sacred object.

What made Brett even more surprised and horrified was that there was actually no covering on Miyou's abdomen. His shirt and uniform seemed to have been roughly cut in half, and an iron rod that was burning until it was red was used to arbitrarily touch his skin. The ground burned, and with the strong self-healing ability of the vampires, a light brown scar was left that was composed of the letters of the Central Empire.

"S-H-I-K-M-I-S.shikmis?" Brett spelled.

Although he has not learned much about this ancient language used by magicians to release powerful or ancient magic power skills, as far as the central language itself is concerned, in some aspects it is similar to the language of the Zine Empire and the Western Continent. Lingua Franca has the same roots, at least in the spelling of words.

"Life, this word is life. And if I remember correctly, it should be a word created by the magicians of the Fire Empire when they formed spirits. It was finally adopted by the Chinese language and entered their system." Oliver thought for a moment. He explained the remaining occult knowledge in his mind.

"Why does this word appear on Miyou, and can he be saved now?" Brett asked with a worried look.

"There should be no problem." Oliver nodded first and answered Brett's most concerned question.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and touched Miyou's abdominal area where the letters were branded, and whispered:

"There is no overflow of life energy in his body. It is just because of the restraint of this cross called 'The Nightmare of the Blood Clan' that his time is temporarily frozen here, ensuring that he will not die from painful torture. Although He was frozen in time and his body was frozen, but the pain he suffered was physical and would not disappear for any reason."

"I saw a similar method of suppressing vampires ten years ago. There is also a solution. That is for a pure human to personally remove the four inscriptions that maintain the core power of the sacred object. He will naturally be freed from the constraints, but then again,' The word shikmis' may have been a hint, an important hint to his rescuers."

"Hint?" Brett asked confused.

"Brother Brett, do you know the pronunciation of the word 'life' in the Mandarin language of the Fire Empire?" Oliver raised his head and asked Brett's polar bear-like body.

"I don't know." Brett replied matter-of-factly.

"'sheng ming'. The 'shikmis' in the central language is the altered sound of the former, and the people of the Flame Empire admire flames, and those who can be reborn from the fire must be 'phoenix' in their culture. 'Phoenix' is everything The leader of birds exists, so to speak, and the common characteristics of birds are the key to this message." Oliver folded his hands on his chest and analyzed.

Although they are now in a state of being discovered by the "Ruin Hunters" group and may start a battle at any time, Oliver is not in a hurry. In addition to his determination that Wofkoski's reaction will be very slow, there is also the calculation here He concluded that there should be no more than 15 "ruin hunters" remaining, so he could still "leisurely" explain solutions to Brett through guidance.

"The common characteristic of birds is wings, isn't it? The ability to soar in the sky is unique to them. For this reason, scientists from the Crusad Empire invented the airplane as a means of transportation." Brett pretended to be relaxed and "answered" road.

"Wings, I guess. So, you and I are going to have to pay close attention to that in a minute. Okay, Brett, I think our time is starting to get tight now. 'Hairy Wolf', 'Little Wolf' , and the few people we killed are about to be discovered. We must quickly save Miyou and cross the 'Twilight Forest'.

If you don't want to engage in a firefight with them, we can move a little faster. And thankfully, your mechanical chariot is in the garage next to it, and no one is guarding it. After all, the current 'Ruins Hunter' group lacks manpower. "

As Oliver said this, he gracefully stretched out his right hand to Brett, bent down, and made a gesture of invitation with a slightly inappropriate smile.

"You want me?" Brett asked, pointing to his nose.

"Of course, I said that if a pure human being is required to pick out the inscription, you, Brother Brett, are a pure human being. Also, only true human beings can behave like warriors, because they will not be subject to any The influence of magic source power on the spirit, they... No, you are the ones who live completely by faith." Oliver said with emotion.

"A true human warrior, I would like to be called this." Brett said with a satisfied but bitter-looking smile.

Immediately afterwards, Brett strode forward and placed his hands near the two "red blood drops" embedded in the wood near Miyu's arms.

At Oliver's prompt, he held his breath and pinched the corresponding inscriptions with his index fingers and thumbs, as if he were pressing on the wall. After gently pulling, the two coats of arms turned out to be like tofu. It was also torn off, and when Brett subconsciously rubbed it, it turned into a soft and broken "waste inscription" as soft as soil.

"There are two more." Oliver continued pointing to Miyou's feet.

Since Miyou's feet were not too far apart, Brett simply knelt down on one knee and made the same movement with his right hand.

But this time, he consciously held the torn off inscription relatively gently and placed it in the palm of his left hand.

However, by chance, Brett only moved his left hand slightly, and the inscription turned into a ball of dark black powder. Under his rough breath, it floated in the wind and turned into nothingness of dust.

"It cannot be retained, Brett. It seems to be an inscription with a limited number of uses, or an existence that has been completely drained of energy. This vampire boy Miyu may not necessarily have his power suppressed, nor does he necessarily want to It was 'removed' or had its magic source power extracted. In my opinion, it should have been infused with some power that is difficult for us to understand." Oliver analyzed.

Without bothering to respond to Oliver's content, Brett glanced at him sideways, then roughly took out another inscription with the "big hammer" pattern and destroyed it. Brett picked up the princess and had already lifted the Saint. Miyu is affected by the "Nightmare of the Vampire".

After all, Miyou is only about 1.6 meters tall compared to Brett. With his lean body, Brett, who is more than two meters tall, can lift him perfectly with one arm.

Picking him up will help you get out of here quickly, and will avoid a lot of secondary damage to Miyou.

After all, after removing the inscription, the red paint-smeared cross made of mahogany corroded instantly, as if it had been eroded by decades of time in an instant, turning it into a dilapidated, dusty, and messy cross. An unbearable existence.

Miyou was also instantly released from the "freeze" state, his eyes quickly closed, and the painful moans no longer came out of his throat, but became quiet. Only the nostrils still had some airflow in and out, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

"Let's go, brother Brett, go to the garage. I have the key and can open the door directly. Later we can just drive the chariot out and run towards the forest."

Oliver hurriedly opened the small door of the "prison room" for Brett, glanced around to make sure there were not many people, and then guided Brett to rush towards the garage door.

Under a chaotic change of pace, Brett held Miyu and Oliver and was about to reach the main entrance of the garage, which was not huge. A bullet mixed with sparks quickly passed over Brett's cheek, wiping out a bright red streak. of marks.

"Sneak attack?"

As a [soldier] of the empire who has been fighting on the front line all year round, Brett reacted quickly. He held Miyou in his left arm and quickly took out the "White Bear" pistol pinned near the pocket of his tactical trousers with his right arm.

In less than 0.6 seconds, Brett quickly raised his pistol and fired, making a bloody hole in the chest of the "ruin hunter" who sneaked up on him.

But the "ruin hunter" who wore a brown mask and looked quite strong seemed to be a person with supernatural powers.

Even though he suffered fatal injuries for humans, he did not lose his ability to fight. Instead, he staggered and roared like a wolf in his throat. He endured the severe pain and raised his pistol in preparation. fight back.

boom!

Brett pulled the trigger again, and the brown-masked "Ruins Hunter"'s eyeballs quickly expanded and exploded, turning into a puddle of unfinishable "puzzle" like a blooming flower from the other side, forever falling into eternal "happiness" Among them.

"Come on, come on," Olivier urged.

Rumble!

Although there is still some slight pain and tearing in the body, Brett's skill in driving the chariot does not seem to be affected further.

After placing Miyou in the back seat and asking Oliver to take care of him carefully, he drove the mechanical chariot and smashed through the wooden fence near the garage, the abandoned iron gate at the end of the outpost, and the " Gate Control”, swaggering away from the abandoned outpost.

After walking along the semi-abandoned cement road covered with yellow sand and dust for about fifteen minutes, Brett and Oliver realized that they had entered a complex of twisted trees with a gray and black style. In the "Twilight Forest".

After walking for about seven or eight minutes along the relatively wide road in the forest built before the imperial army withdrew, Brett found that near an open area with relatively few trees, the branches of the surrounding trees were collectively moving neatly and uncontrollably in one direction. The ground shook.

"Wind, is it blowing?" Oliver guessed as he looked out the window one step ahead of Brett.

"Yeah, wind. But..." Brett looked forward.

Immediately afterwards, his facial expression suddenly became slightly distorted due to fear.

"This wind... is actually red?"