Wasteland Echoer
Chapter 147 The Coming of Silence (13): Red Wind
"Red wind... red wind... red wind?" Oliver murmured twice and then exclaimed.
He stared through the window of the mechanical chariot, which had some yellow dust left before he could get out of it, and suddenly felt as if a burst of high-voltage electricity passed through his brain.
After a moderate tingling sensation, a horrifying title suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Twelve straight cardinals, Brett, the straight cardinal in charge of wind and blood may be here." Oliver said with a trembling tone.
"The cardinal of wind and blood?" Brett stepped on the brakes and stopped the mechanical chariot near a giant tree with lush leaves, branches swaying in the wind, and a pure black color all over, and asked:
"How does your strength compare with the 'Crazy Body'?"
When he asked this question, his mind was already prepared for the upcoming tough battle.
"It's hard to say." Oliver shook his head, and some hazy knowledge surged into his mind, which seemed a bit mixed and chaotic.
"The upright cardinal...if I remember correctly, it should be called 'Blood Wind'. He is a core member of the Church of the Dark Night, at least as high as the purple cardinal. The role of the upright cardinal is to fight and carry out various conflicts with human beings. , and the battle of those solid machines that cannot be shaken." Oliver did some simple science popularization by the way.
"Is his ability just like his title, summoning the blood-red wind? Or does it have more unique and extraordinary skills?" Brett's thinking points can always accurately "target" the key places.
"You know, Brother Brett, my status in the Church of Hope is not too high, and I don't have access to a lot of core information. I just heard that wherever he appears, there must be blood-red winds. , or blood-colored thick fog, usually around 6-9 pm, when the sunset is about to end."
"Furthermore, except for the high-level members of the Church of Dark Night who claim to be the Lord of the Night and the people of the vampire race, not many people have actually seen his original face. Humans or the lost who are not close to the red wind can only see a bloody outline. , probably a normal human youth, almost a few years older than my current body. But anyone who has seen his true form has either 'seen' the Creator and God, or fallen into madness, and ultimately died in his own endless pain. Among them. Legend has it that he will absorb souls."
The last half of Oliver's words was in a low, deep voice, as if he was afraid that a pair of scarlet eyes like a crimson moon would suddenly appear in the red environment, staring at them, and eavesdropping on their conversation with invisible ears. .
"Absorbing souls? Although I don't believe in much knowledge of occultism and magic, can I understand it as severely damaging the spiritual realm, causing hallucinations and then falling into madness?" Brett stared at the front in confusion and asked.
"Almost, there is nothing wrong with explaining it this way in the scope of science. Also, Brother Brett."
"What?"
"Generally, blood-red wind does not appear in the empire. Even in sandstorms, it is nothing more than a dull wind or a yellowish dust wind. Even the "Imperial Meteorological Records" only records that in the Eastern District There have been rare weather events like this once or twice in the vast desert areas and highlands, but it cannot be ruled out that it was caused by the 'Blood Wind'. Therefore, if the red wind we fell into cannot dissipate in a short time, then be prepared Let's face a tragic battle of death. I'm not sure I can escape, but I'm sure I can negotiate with him, the sequence monster I just gave you." Oliver stretched out his finger and pointed at Brett's pocket.
He could sense through the magic source that Brett had just put it there casually.
"Is this it?" Brett fumbled in his coat pocket and handed the sequential monster called "Mithril Blood Drop", which resembled a large drop of water and had a silver luster and a red light around it, to Oliver. .
"Yes, but don't give it to me. I'm very short of magic power right now. Without firearms, even a teenage [soldier] may not be able to defeat him. Take it, Brett, if you meet him later If there is an insurmountable crisis, bite your finger and drip blood on it."
"Different blood will cause different consequences. I have seen the Lost use it, people with superpowers use it, and even humans who are in the process of mutating into Heartless people use it. The effects are different, but in general it is overdraft. The life force is given extraordinary abilities that match it, but it varies from person to person.
Some have strengthened their bodies, with muscles bulging instantly, and some have strengthened their spirits and agility, which cannot be seen through observation, but can be detected once they are in combat. Some people who have not learned the magic power to form spirits can use some uncommon magic power. But unfortunately, I have not conducted experiments on humans. After all, the place where I lurk all year round is the army. Once I mention the sequential monsters, I will be beaten up and regarded as a traitor of the "lost" people. In severe cases, I would be arrested and locked up in various military places. Once I was almost executed, but luckily I escaped early. "Oliver said with a scared look on his face.
"I may be the first human to use it, and I may be able to provide you with rare experimental data. After all, experiments on sequential monsters are also prohibited in the empire, and it is impossible for you if you are in the army. I have the opportunity to do some private experiments." Brett forced a bitter smile and said:
"Oliver, I want to ask you something. I have a hunch that the current outpost and this forest, no, it actually looks like a forest, is already considered the territory of Silent Highlands."
"Yes, that's right." Oliver nodded.
"My hunch is that after entering here, the road until we reach the northern area camp where Wright is easier to access will be difficult, and we may face the fate of death. But I have never regretted it, and I will not escape. For something right.”
"If I die at the hands of a lost person or an unintentional person, I would like to ask you to hand over the 'Blade of Kusha' that I will use in a possible battle and the 1,000 Singapore dollars under my seat cushion in the car. Give it to Wright. Of course, it doesn't matter if you take some, as long as it doesn't exceed 50% of the money. The point is, please tell him that the committee actually knows all his secrets. If you meet George, ask him to be honest and not lie. Maybe with the help of His wisdom can have a glimmer of hope.”
"So pessimistic?" Oliver said with a wry smile:
"Having said that, since you trust me, then I promise you. To be honest, you have told me a lot about Wright in the past two days. You said that he has killed several extremely powerful Lost Ones and has a strange and extraordinary ability. His magic source power interests me very much. For the sake of profit, I want to make friends with him." Oliver readily agreed.
Boom!
Just as the two of them were thinking about each other in silence during the short period of conversation and preparing to fight, a deafening thunder sound came from the sky above the blood-red wind.
Immediately afterwards, Brett discovered that there were dots of blood-red spots on the glass in front of him.
"Blood... rain?" When Brett reached out to touch the red spots through the front windshield, those spots spread quickly as if they had the ability to replicate.
After a while, the top of the glass seemed to be completely covered with a layer of red paint, which looked extremely scary.
"It's coming, it should be coming." Oliver looked around cautiously.
At the same time, he picked up the "Lang Rain" pistol seized from "Little Wolf", unlocked the safety, loaded the gun, and was ready to shoot at any time.
And he was still whispering in his mouth, muttering something in the ancient language of the Nirvana Empire to conjure the magic source power.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
A strong metallic vibration sound passed through their ears.
Brett noticed that there was a relatively empty area in front of him. The ground was exposed with a yellow background and was covered with a layer of light blood. A circle of red light emitted from the center of the ground.
Since the mechanical chariot he is in is made of solid steel and alloys of other precious metals, it is difficult to be affected by magic power and other extraordinary powers.
But those red haloes will spread outward, and the trees they touch will be cut in half by this force, and they will collapse in the direction of the wind.
After the trees came into close contact with the ground, they turned into a pool of lifeless fragments like dry and fragile black coal.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to hear a soft male laughter and the unique chirp of a bat.
"Oliver, we can't escape from this situation, right? We can only force it, right?" Brett asked firmly.
"That's right." Oliver's eyes were suddenly filled with blood red color and he said:
"The red power just now is called the 'Pre-set Dispersion Field'. Different lost people have different names, but in short it must have formed a circle of power confinement that restricts our access. If we break through forcefully, one of us must have it." Only those with a strength of Order 4 or above are enough. Let's go, Brett, and march towards the center of the 'dispersion field', the 'Blood Wind' must be waiting for us."
"Okay." Brett gritted his teeth and agreed.
Then, he skillfully took out the "White Bear" pistol, held it in one hand, and put his finger on the trigger.
When he opened the car door and got out of the car with a familiar movement, he felt the smell of blood and a strong wind that made him unable to move.
This forced him to blink his eyes quickly and keep spitting out the blood-colored raindrops that accidentally drifted into his mouth.
He originally brought sunglasses that could withstand the wind and sand in the desert, as well as metal goggles for exploration, but he searched around the seat just now and couldn't find it. He must have left it at the Donusk ruins. Over there.
Fortunately, after Brett used his broad left hand to hold Oliver's relatively thin arm and walked forward with difficulty for a few steps, the "blood rain" gradually became smaller, and the red wind also lost most of its power and turned into an ordinary It is similar to the rainy wind in the city that does not affect travel.
It was at this time that Brett seemed to see a shaky red outline dozens of meters away in front of him.
He raised his "White Bear" pistol and ran forward quickly.
Finally, when he pointed the muzzle of the gun at the much clearer silhouette of a figure less than ten meters away in front of him, a soft and gentle male voice finally came from in front of him.
"You... must be Brett. What I'm looking for is you, the [Fighter] of the Socra Guard who can kill the 'Mad Body''s proudest body."
"'Bloodwind'?" Brett asked tentatively.
"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha. Brett, Brett, you are really powerful. 'Crazy Body' told me about your power yesterday. Not only do you have a fascinating strong body, but you are also fierce. Daring fighting skills, and most importantly, he has glimpsed a little bit of the unique 'divinity' belonging to the Klein family in you. It's amazing, wonderful, isn't it? I haven't seen such a sense of expectation in a long time. Human." "Bloodwind" said, turning around slowly.
But in Brett's opinion, it was just that the outline in front of him became thinner, and then returned to its original state.
"Are you seeking revenge from me for the 'Crazy Body'? If it is for this, you are too narrow-minded. Of course, if you say you are fighting against humans as a lost person, I don't mind risking my life. , die with you." Brett said in a deep voice, half roaring.
His lower body was slightly bent, and his feet were adjusted as much as possible to prevent him from being unstable due to possible sneak attacks and losing the opportunity to fight.
"Your voice is so thick that it's so mesmerizing. How great it would be if you were a lost person. In that case, I can ask the Pope of Dark Night to get you, come to me, and become my unique friend. .”
As "Xue Feng" spoke, his hands surged outward with the magic source power belonging to "Gust Wind", quickly dispersing the black and red substances surrounding him, revealing his original body.
He was about 1.8 meters tall, with his legs half bent, as if he was leaning on something out of thin air.
Even so, in Brett's opinion, this body height is not much different from Wright, but compared to Brett himself, who is about two meters tall, he still looks a lot smaller.
After all, Wright, like Brett, belongs to the Guards [soldiers] who fight on the front line all year round. His figure is not too thin, and after this month of fighting and "cultivating", he already has some strong muscles and looks a bit plump.
But the "Xue Feng" in front of him was relatively lean. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath, and a blood-red bow tied around his neck.
His face has a pale background similar to that of Mi You, and he has a pointed chin and an oval face. Some young people are uniquely between immature and mature, with a bit of sinister feeling.
If you include his soft and delicate voice, in Brett's opinion, "Xuefeng"'s body must be sick, otherwise he wouldn't be so weak, and even look a bit pretentious.
One party raised a pistol that was more than 30 centimeters long and was a powerful type; the other party did not have any weapons, but his hands were surrounded by several iron chains floating in the air that glowed with red brilliance.
After facing each other in silence for a few minutes in the red wind, "Blood Wind" suddenly half-closed his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had captured prey, and spoke softly, as if he had met someone he admired. He said softly in a normal tone:
"Brett, I want... the person to fight is you, for the 'Crazy Body'. I think the lost man behind you can get away, and for you, I should be able to give him a chance to retain his 'life' .”
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